Memories

 It's been almost a year I had shifted from my home to the rented house near my university. I feel really lonely now and I really rejuvenate the days and nights we spent on the room with all my friends so I think this is the correct platform to ponder my emotions.

As soon as I saw the four-figured IOE rank I had lost my hopes with TU as I didn’t want to study at the private colleges from TU, the only possible hope was KU. Deep inside my mind I was ready to study at KU because I was really into the environment of Dhulikhel. I was really envious of KU’s library to be honest. When I and Avaya had come to KU we saw our senior from our school , Krisha dd who was studying computer engineering, she jumped seeing us. Our classes began before Dashain. Only few theoretical classes were running. I was amazed to see the number of boys on my class.  I think Anjali was the only girl sitting there. Hell yeah! I cant explain what she might be going through then.

The KU's corner where almost nobody goes

Beginning  days on KU were just like coming to attending the class we didn't know our whereabouts

just looking here and there not knowing what the f is going on with our lives.

The real mess was to eat the meal. I was really shocked to see the cheap price around the region. I wonder what is the condition of  the hotels around the university. I know how hard is it for them to sustain now because the 28-kilo is only popular due to the university's students. And now almost nobody is there.

 We jumped straight to the library after fetching our id-cards. We could issue at max 5 books. The bad thing about library is there ain't enough novels, autobiography. I still have 5 books with me and keep on wondering how much fine would I have to pay incase I had to pay.

After settling down for few time, we had the depart welcome program. It was really memorable to me. I was really envious that only few of our mates were dancing while the CS group was really vibing. Whatsoever, handful of us were really enjoying whatever we were doing. I really pity those guys who are really studious.

The best part was  when our drawing teachers had agreed to cancel the drawing class for the day after tomorrow. 

I miss clicking photos in between class like this:

I was hell of scared to see the weed on the next door on the first day itself. What freaks me out here is that weed is easily available over here and whenever people know I am studying at KU they misjudge me as a smoker.

The best day to me was Thursday as it was drawing day. I really liked wandering here and there looking at everyone's expressions. How some of us used to compare their drawing sheets' marks and kept on complaining our drawing ma'am because of the less marks they had obtained. 

Besides drawing class I also loved the workshop . These classes were like a desert class where the teachers would always be late and even though you are late for an hour you would get an easy entrance. We made  a dust pan and the KU logo. the only hectic thing was the report making and MCQ of this course. I must say I say handful of skilled men in our classes. 

    

I really miss chilling with our guys on the workshop.

I miss solving numerical with Amir

I miss outing to Panauti

I miss debugging with Kalash , Nischal and Sarala ma’am. I was really desparate as I was new to Linux and was amazed by the skills of Aashish Thapa

I miss fighting with Avaya for the silly reasons.

I miss how I used to call somebody , “hello beautiful”

I miss how we used to go to Dhulikhel Hospital without any apparent reasons taking the shortcuts

I miss those late nights acoustic night.

I miss the joy of coming home late at Fridays.

I really miss my CE’s guys. I wish I could have known more of you. We were  knowing each other then the corona appeared. I keep on wondering how would life be once the uni opens again

Post Class Reflection

 

Post Class Reflection

 -2 September, 2020

Today, on 2nd September, we attended our English class again. I was really enthusiastic and excited about our class. I was wondering what our teacher had in store for us today. I was really looking forward to it..

The best thing that I have noticed about our ENGT teacher is how he asks about us before starting the course, he never jumps into the subject matter directly and that has what made him ,him. At first, we had a really interesting conversation with our teacher about the ongoing pandemic and our situation during this trying times. After that Mani and Jackie presented about, " Mr. Know All".by William Somerset Maugham. They presented really well. Mani's name was mispronounced by our teacher, Mani was enraged by this. After that Ayush started giving detailed presentation on "Investigative Report". I really liked how he had differentiated investigative report with other reports

After that we had a bonus tips on how to write citations n Microsoft word itself. It was a huge payoff to us.

Post class Relection

 

 -26 August, 2020

The major boon of ENGT class Is you literally don’t have to do anything but just stay calm and listen to what others say. I really liked today’s class and want to give shout-out to Shubhechchhak for his oral skills. I was excited for this class because there was a huge gap between the preceding class and a lot of assignments were pilled up. I was really amazed to see how our teacher was flexible enough to only conduct a class  a week.

After this, our teacher called out the first presenter and Anjali presented on Travel Report in a memo format.   I must say she has a unique characteristics of making her presentation an interactive one. She had kept 5 questions of which I had answered a couple.

After that, Subechhak and Mohit gave another good presentation on “Recommendation and Feasible Report”. At first, Mohit presented on recommendation report and then Subechhak presented on Feasible Report. We learned that even though these reports looks like they have the same motive on the surface but in fact they are completely different. A recommendation report is used to provide the most suitable solution to a problem while a feasible report is used to examine whether a project would be beneficial or not.

There was still quite a time left after the two presentations, so our teacher asked if the third presenters were ready for today. They said that they were but before that our teacher got us involved in a class activity in menti meter. He asked us to write down a new idea that we had today. It was a really interesting session and it refreshed our minds.

 Then we got back to the third presenters for today, Raja Rama and Sampurna. They presented on the essay “Keeping Errors at Bay” by Bertrand Russell. As usual  the class was quite interactive because of the presentations

Demon's ring !!!

 

Prologue:

Shocked in awe ,  I screamed , I pinched myself thinking this is just a dream, then I confronted myself with the reality . If I were to show only the picture of what I saw you would not trust in the humanity. I cant explain what I was going through that time. My pulse rate was constantly swinging up. My chicken heart was about to blast. I couldn’t think of anything. I fainted there itself…. 

Story:

On a fine morning, the sun has done its task but I felt so lethargic to even wake up might be because it was Saturday.  I live in Gongabu and I am studying agriculture at Chitwan. I had returned back home yesterday to celebrate Dashain with my father. My mother died off cancer 3 years ago and my dad is currently living alone here.

I had lots of assignments and tasks to finish. I woke up from the bed and did all my usual activities. I had my breakfast at around 9:30. I checked for my dad but he was not there. My life is always like this, I have always been all alone ever since mom passed away. Dad either doesn’t return home or returns late being drunk. I thought I have to do assignment now. The dogs were crying harshly on my neighbors'. I remembered this is a bad omen.

 Then suddenly somebody rang the bell I thought it was my dad. I was so happy to meet him. I went to open the door. The first thing my eyes met were a mysterious suit case, it was  such a crampy suitcase with greases. I wondered who dropped the suitcase. At first I hesitated to open the bag because I doubted there might be a bomb on it. But I couldn't  control my patience. My eyes first saw the star inside of the antique suitcase

 Then there was a plastic wrapped. I opened it and saw A HUMAN BODY!!!! I could not dare to move a inch.

I screamed so loud, I pinched myself thinking this is just a dream, then I confronted myself with the reality. The time froze to me. The whole surrounding was dull. I was shocked with despair when I saw there was no head the head was chopped of the body. The dead body was bowing on the ground and it was laid on the blue pillow with stickers attached. The body was wearing a blue half pant. My whole mind was blank I had no control over my body. If I were to show the picture you would not believe it. After a while I remembered the half pant was none other than of my DAD. The whole world crushed down to me. Although doubt it was the body of my dad. I rushed to get my phone because I knew I had to call 100 asap. When I turned back I saw the grey suit case. I yelled “ there is another one”

I slowly found myself trapped not knowing what to do. I slowly opened the chain of grey suitcase. Phew it was just my belongings I had fetched from my hostel. I dialed 100 quickly.

Within 15 minutes the police had arrived at my home. The news of my dad’s death widespread and there was a crowd and the noise all over. Kishore Shrestha, the chief police inspector said my dad was brutally murdered and tried to consult that everything will be fine. The Central Bureau of Investigation’s team , forensic department , photographers were all present within a while. The well trained dogs were sniffing the place. 

The dog ushered us to a sharp weapon, a hammer, blood-stained gloves, the shawl

Mr. Shrestha said , “ BINGO!!!. The culprit can’t run away.”

 We saw the CCTV footage of that day and saw some lady was there then police after tracking my dad’s phone found the culprit. Mr. Shrestha called me and invited me for the press meet for tomorrow and said they had caught the culprit. I couldn’t sleep that day. The whole memories of my dad came and I couldn’t forget them.

I went to the press meet of Sunday. Mr. Shrestha was the chief speaker and said, ”On Friday  late night, the victim Krishna Bahadur Bohora was killed by Kalpana Mudbhari Poudel. He had gone to the rented room of murderer. They had known each other for the last two years through Facebook. She was actually harassed by the victim. He had created a fake facebook and had threatened Poudel to share obscene pictures from her fake Facebook account.

We found the khukuri and the cellphone of Mr. Bohora tells the rest of the story, she is also found to be a depression’s patient. ”

Mr. Shrestha added, “Mr. Bohora first ate beaten rice, curd, and meat at her place. He also drank some vodka at her place he was first made unconscious by the sleeping tablets then she strangled him to death with the help of a shawl. Jay Nepal”

Media started to pour down the questions. I saw the witch lady, I ran to kill her with all my strength.

I screamed ,” WHY , Why did you do this to us???”
but Mr. Shrestha caught me. I was not sure how to react to this!

The question that still prevails is why did she come to our home , might be it was the devil ringing the bell.

I hope the soul of my father rests in peace

 

Letter to the future me,

Dear future me ,

I hope this letter finds you in a good condition. I am writing this on the desperate conditions I have ever seen in my life.  In the future this may be too nostalgic to me but right now this is just a piece of a paper.  I have visualized myself as a most captivated person. Time really flies soon and you may know better than what I know. The future sounds too void to me and to flash back 2020 I can only tell you about “CORONA” and how I got time to spend with my family and most importantly I would like to highlight how I have tried to know myself these days.

I hope you have already accomplished a lot of my bucket lists. You would be proud of a lot of places , you have traveled. Whenever you get angry or sad remember the present Anish is the well-wisher for you and remember to keep your soul treasured. Most probably you have completed the bachelor’s level. I hope you remember all the secrets we have had and have maintained them throughout these years. I have always given my best for myself and the veils of doubts are still remaining which will be opened by future itself.

I hope you have never limited yourself.
LET THE SCARS BE YOUR COLOURS!!!

Yours sincerely,

Anish

4^th October,2020

The havoc

 I preferred staying numb on this topic thinking this issue would not create much trouble but the way the society is being led today , shows the other picture. 

On 3rd of September , people from Patan came in a bit demeanor way to pull the chariot. The chariot holds a very special place to all Newari community as the historical and cultural significances Rato Machindranath holds is really significant.I could barely stand watching the  footage of traffic police  being beaten for a minute . It was really brutal. All my sympathy is with him. Whatever happened was actually should not have happened. I really condemn the action and ask all of the culprits to caught behind the bar.

The real trouble that I want to discuss is not why chariot is not being pulled, or  the alternatives , what I really want to focus is how people's choice of words can hurt others. A lot of comments that I have seen were more of a clash between one community and the other. The shaping of mind , how people easily get triggered. When people started posting hate comments against the whole Newa community just because some badass responded badly. Newa after being triggered started hating their community . This may seem small to anyone but a lot of  historical violence that we see are caused by such small issues.

Source:https://myrepublica.nagariknetwork.com/mycity/news/singer-yogeshwar-amatya-spreads-peace-at-mandala-with-video

Finally, I am happy after the chariot was pulled off taking proper precautions and measures. People should have done. If I feel proud by the mass response shown on Guthi bill , I should feel terrific of what happened on that day.

 People should be conscious that their actions can have a huge impact 

ENGT class - a boon in the curse

 12th August ,2020 was a big day for our group because we had a presentation to be presented. Technical communication class is more of a relaxing class in the subjects full of engineering aspects. It is more of listening to other's perspectives , looking at each other's ideas through presentation , listening to the soothing poems of Aayam , Ayush , Avaya, Anurag etc. I really  wish I could express my feelings easily as done by the guys. I have currently been visiting a lot of online classes. None of the teachers ask our whereabouts throughout the class , they directly jump into topics but ENGT class is quite different. It feels like we are with our family. It might be also because the first impression our teacher has put upon. Unlike some teachers who keep on forcing on attendance rather than giving concepts , Mr. Duwadi has given an open platform for discussion.

We were hoping that our presentation would be completed on previous week itself , but the presentation given by Mission and the group was so interactive that we could not get enough of time. Whatsoever , we did it today itself. Swarnim was really a hardworking guy who had given his 100 % on the presentation itself. Since , Bishal was injured but the stamina he had shown on the presentation was really appreciable. My heart was beating like a chicken once my turn came then calmed as we moved on. So finally our presentation was over and it was good to hear queries as we had expected. The main theme I wanted to highlight through the presentation was as said by Martin Luther King,

It is not the violence of few that scares me it is silence of many

ACROSTIC POEM

A
    Never
        Icy &
    Sad
Human

Review of my favourite book

 “Wonder” by R.J.Palacio was always on my bucket list , I always wanted to read that book but I don’t know why. It might have been because of the front cover of the book, and this was where the “Don’t judge a book by its cover” fails. I always wondered what’s the sublime meaning of the blue eyes of a simple portrait. Turns out that the blue eyes has such a vast meaning.

“You can’t blend in when you were born to stand out “

this line really attracted me and I wanted to read it at any cost.

August is the main character of the novel who has mandibulofacial dysostosis caused by the autosomal recessive mutation in TCOF1 gene complicated by a hemi facial macrosomia characterized of OAV spectrum – Treacher Collins Syndrome (TCS).Due to his physical appearance he had to do 27 surgeries. Just imagine your eyes were not symmetrically placed, you have cleft lip and everyone is backbiting about you ,pointing you ,bullying you, people are scared of you , they name you as “zombie guy” how would you feel? Just sit on August’s chair and you will feel that’s not on your cup of teacher always wanted to know thyself. He loved his dad mom and Via. Albeit, he was homeschooled by his mom he had a prick intelligence due to which he was admitted at grade 5 in Beecher’s Peep school. He especially loved Mr. Brownee, his English teacher. Mr.Brownee’s percepts always motivated him. There were altogether 8 parts of different people’s perspectives accompanied by Julian which I loved very much.

It is sophistically written and the thing I love about this novel is it is not confined to a particular thinking. Unlike most cliché novels which prefer only protagonists, rather it has equalized the perspective of both antagonist and protagonists. This is the magic R.J. Palacio has blended in. My favorite line was.

“Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle”

    

I was literally sensing my face reading this ,thanking god for the perfect face, health and everything I have been blessed with. I have most importantly learned not to be disgraced upon anyone.

This book would have been a perfect book to me had there been more perspectives of August. I don’t know why all the letters of the part of Justin are small. Even I isn’t capitalized. I don’t think he is trying to dominate himself. Let this be a suspense to you…

Want to kill someone? Nepal’s law makes it easy.

I was quite amazed to read the title “ Murder-convict former DIG Koirala released from jail today.
 Former Deputy Inspector General of Armed Police Force, Ranjan Koirala was caught because he killed his own wife Geeta Dhakal by strangling her in January 2012. Albeit his jail terms was of 20 years. He only served 8 years. This has quite a better plot than Prison Break where the convicts luxuriously can get out of prison without even breaking them. I keep on wondering why there are not entertaining series from our country turns out we have amusable incidents. I really don’t say any feasible aspects why he is released. There is a popular saying ‘नेपालको कानुन दैवले जानुन।’. C’on folks he had murdered his wife and burned her dead body to destroy all evidence. He took her dead body to a jungle in Palung and burned it. In line with the apex court’s ruling, He walked out of the Dillibazaar Prison with this boastful face. He was convicted of not just killing his wife but of destroying evidence by setting her body on fire after committing the crime. Similar was my reaction when I knew about the culprit behind Budanilkantha hit and run case is running free ,saying he is mentally disturbed. I think if he is mentally disturbed then his correct place is mental hospital. I wonder whether the tag of depression is given by any psychologists or by the lawyer only. The Supreme Court had issued an order to bail release Prithivi Malla, who was arrested for killing Leela Devkota with the car he was driving. According to section 31 of the Motor Vehicle and Transport Management Act-1993, a driver will be imprisoned for at least 2 years if he kills any person due to recklessness What I want to say is be Nepal’s politics can be clearly visible after a convict of uxoricide or killing a person by drinking and driving has been running free. These are only few symbols ,there are a lot. Some of them can be seen , some are blurred.

There’s a storm inside!

Communication gap is the major reason why a lot of relationships break these days. I think the hardest goodbyes are when you don’t know when did they leave. My nights are tasteless without you. Sometimes, I feel it is due to my held ego, I want it to be exploded. But then I feel she is not interested and I am forcing her to feel the feelings I want to be felt. How easy would it be if people could feel the feelings that we want them to feel?

How would life be if all these chattering went away? It’s not that I am your die heart fan, it is not that I cannot live without you, but the numbness and our silence really make things complicated. It is indeed making matters worse and I feel a lot of things which were meant to be delivered stay hidden inside, they relinquish seeking somebody. After all , we seek to cure our loneliness because deep down we all are lonely. There is a storm inside. 🙂

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