The Kite Watcher!

Dear Readers,
With this post, I am sharing with you my personal story which is deeply connected with me for years now.
The story took place while I was a small kid. I was so passionate to watch something fly and kites used to be common back then. Once I got lost the whole day and I have related how this event has changed me as a person and my thought process.  The realizations that I had after this story occurred are what shaped more of my life as a Human Being.
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What do you think of it? Were you able to connect with the story? Let me know.

Thank you so much!

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My Year 2018 and Welcoming the year 2019!

Recently, one of my friends asked about my WordPress blog (this site) which used to be regular back then. As I have my own website, I didn’t bother updating this one. And what he said struck me. He suggested me to post the links of articles published on my personal site. The major reason being a difference in readers between these two platforms.

So I’ll be starting to post links to the articles published on my personal site. To begin with, I have recently reviewed and reflected the year 2018 along with hopeful resolutions for the year 2019.

Read the full blog following this link: My Year 2018 and Welcoming the year 2019!

Happy New Year 2019!

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My Travelogue: Trek to Panch Pokhari…

It was the year 2014 when I first heard about Panch Pokhari and since then I always had craving to go there. And it was only after more than 2 years later, the wish came true; I was trekking to Panch Pokhari. Regardless of the time frame, my joy knew no boundaries. 4 beginner travelers (Aman, Nischal, Prashant and I) were all set to wander for 4 days in order to wonder the mysticism of 5 ponds and add up a story in our lives at the end. I always had inclination toward adventurous travel and this trek has certainly been a complete package of adventure. Striving towards the destination; none of us had even imagined the journey would turn out to be as memorable as the destination itself.

Day-1 (2 November, 2016)

To begin the story, we had bumpy dangerous bus ride until Bhotang on the first day of the trip. During the ride, we were repeatedly making changes in our travel plans. We were YES MEN!!! Yes to everything. None of us would disagree in any of the plans made. We planned to expand our destination and reach Tin Kunda, a day trek from Panch Pokhari. All of us were new to the place and adding up another adventurous plan was of course a huge challenge as well as joy. But we all were excited and committed to be there. We reached our first day’s destination, Bhotang at around 5:30 PM and for freaks like us who were constantly changing plans decided to take light lunch there and walk during the dark knowing not where the next destination is. We had to turn on our torch lights and began walking. It was such a serene walk that you’d only hear the sounds of your own deep breaths, trekking stick and air kissing your cheeks leaving you a chill. We could hear the sound of water from distance and later realized that it was such a beautiful river. The rush flowing from the river was flowing through our body too. When we stared at the sky, stars had already made their presence and houses located few hills away seemed like artificially placed stars. It felt like the whole galaxy is compressed in our sight. Continuing our walk further, one of our friends Prashant started having a bit of breathing problem due to steady uphill climbing. So, we walked with frequent breaks and the break time would be precious to stare at the heavenly sky. We reached Deurali at around 8:00 PM and found a place to shelter there. We were exhausted because of the bumpy bus ride during the day and stretched walks during the evening and happy that we got a nice place to stay. I started lighting fire and others began to setup a tent. Then it’s all about savoring the beaten rice and noodles with water and reflecting the journey of the day. We decided to sleep and then we realized that there’re only 3 sleeping bags. Nischal was the one to confirm his participation the last day and I was responsible to manage sleeping bag. That didn’t happen and so, Nischal and I had to adjust in one sleeping bag. It was freezing cold. Nischal and I wore almost all the clothes we had with us. I had no clue when I felt asleep. Thanks to tiredness!

Day-2 (3 November, 2016)

Normally, even the alarm clock fails to wake me up in the morning but it was just a call from my friend that woke me up. We all woke up early in the morning and started the second day’s journey. Somehow we lost the track of our way and confused for a while. However, we were so happy to see very old ruined building. It was something like a castle and one of the friends even compared it with Scottish castle. Maybe it was a good mistake committed. After 30 minutes or so, we found the way and saw 6 other trekkers enthusiastically making their way towards the destination. We couldn’t catch their pace as they seemed restless to reach to their destination. That was okay with us. After sometime we reached a chaurigoth and there was a person aged 40. He was so kind and helped us with the directions and useful information. He provided us the hot water and we resumed our walk again bidding him goodbye. Prashant had difficulty carrying his bag and walking. And adding more difficulty was his shoes; it began to torn. Taking frequent breaks and eating foods we had brought with us, we reached Nosempati. The scenery was eye-catching and you could see the beautiful mountain range and rocky hills. After sipping the warm tea in Nosempati, we carried on our walk with various speculations and excitements of Panch Pokhari. After some time, Prashant started having even more difficulty walking. And the difficult path added more misery as it was so steep and narrow. Our pace got considerably less and tiredness increasing but we had no option other than to walk and get a better shelter. So all of us were determined enough to stretch our pace. The spectacular sunset and view around were offering us some kind of power to endure. It got darker and we kept on walking but long awaited destination still seemed far away. Because of landslides, the way got real tough that there’s only space to adjust one leg at a time and you have no idea where’d you be if you somehow fall down. It was already dark, wind blowing, and cold breeze on the rise. Everyone was fragile and somehow, we found a Goth without roof on the way in Laure Bhanjyang. It was more than 8:00 PM and it was 13 hours of restlessness. And we decided to stay there. We’re too fatigued to light the fire and munched our delicious noodles and beaten rice with water.  Nischal was already in his dreams when Aman, Prashant and I were having conversation. Nischal woke up, not because it was morning; but cold! By then Aman and Prashant were sleeping. I don’t know what the time was but it was so cold that I couldn’t even feel the presence of my legs even though I had my shoes worn with 3 pairs of socks. Similar was the case with Nischal. That was the time when we both felt real desperate and how we wished we had a sleeping bag with us. Trying out various things to warm the legs didn’t help. However, we could warm them a bit by rubbing them. And, it was  only after 4:30 AM in the morning we were finally able to sleep.

to be contd….

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Life in love!

It’s been sometime I am deeply interested towards camera and photography. Within the span of one and half years, I was fortunate enough to have traveled some places. During the trip, pictures have become one of the best treasures of those places. Here, in this post I have included some of the pictures which are emotionally connected with me. However, the pictures are not in order according to date. Some of the pictures are mobile shots, few are DSLR shots and rest are from digital camera.



This picture was taken in February, 2016 during the visit to Okhaldhunga. It was snowy day; too cold and amazing experience. And, when the golden hour started, the coldness escaped away and I kept clicking the pictures. The mesmerizing view of the place is still somewhere in my heart. The closeup view of friendly deer right in front of eyes, mountain range, magical sounds of birds chirping were the major highlights of the trip. Aww! I so miss those moments. 


Just few days ago (14th October, 2016 to be precise), I along with 3 other friends had been on a short trek to Kalinchowk, Dolakha (3900m altitude). While we were almost halfway through the trip, one of our friends didn’t want to continue and he returned back. We were three people then. The weather was too cloudy that it was difficult to see objects just few feet away. Maybe, that was why we lost our way quite a few times during the trip even though I had been there once before. But afterall that was fun. The picture was taken on 15th October, 2016 while climbing down from Kalinchowk temple. As a whole the trip was very short but a package of adventure, joy, sarcasm and at the end MEMORIES! 


When I think of the year 2016, the first thing that comes to my mind is International Youth Media Summit (IYMS). Numerous flashes of the initial working days, the final preparation, the joyous event days to the emotional farewell strike me time and often. This key, for me is so significant as well as  symbolic in many ways. The key has been gateway for 56 people and other related people to be a part of IYMS. And, I am blessed to join this wonderful family.      PS: I am not trying to promote this brand 😀


I still remember the day, it was 5th March, 2016 when I took this picture in Godawari Botanical Garden. I didn’t have camera on my own (I still don’t have it :P) but one of my friends turned out to be generous enough to lend me a camera for the day. We were there for a photowalk. I can’t describe how happy and content I was to be with photographers and click with them.


This is the shot of sunset from longest suspension bridge of Nepal- Chadani Dodhara. The picture was taken in May,2016. As I it’s said eyes are the best photographers, photos are merely the depiction of portion of that majestic moment. That was the same feeling I got engulfing myself into the beauty of Sun.


Four of the trekkers were returning back from Annapurna Base Camp(ABC) and Jhinu (Hotspring) was the destination of the day. It was a tough decision and eventually we all made it to the destination. It was full moon day. After the dinner, other 3 were already in the deep sleep. I was about to sleep but I saw moon rising from a hill. I don’t exactly remember the number of shots I took but it certainly crossed 50. I was out in the balcony staring at the moon for more than 2 hours. I was certainly too tired but that moment was mystical. 


Three guys, despite being short of money and initially just planning to go to Sundarijal went to Chisapani and planned to stay there overnight. The silent and serene way, greeneries, river, springs and conversation about limited spending of money were some of the highlights of the trip. All of us were as pitiful as the guy in the background symbolizes :P. We had to substitute our dinner with noodles and bargain with hotel owner for subsidized price for stay. Regardless of the limitations, this trip reminds me- “travelling always doesn’t ample amount of money.”


Maybe because I live nearby this place, Boudhanath has always been the place to re-energize myself and bring out the better version of me. When I’m free, I love to be there, contemplate about myself and prepare for striving to be better in days to come. The shot was taken in March, 2016, the day when I returned back to Kathmandu from Annapurna Base Camp (ABC) trek. I was so tired but couldn’t stop myself from going there and stay there for sometime. I was lucky enough to be there; certain Budhist ritual was going on and it was a bit crowded which in turn helped me click lots of pictures. 


This picture is from Pashupatinath temple where soulful musical session- Aarati takes place every evening. I used to be a regular attendee of aarati and even these days when I’m there, a different emotions takes me. Being there, the contrast of life and death always let in a question The Bagmati river separates aarati and cremation of dead bodies. Sometimes, I put myself in the darker side of the story imagining myself in that place and I’d try to analyse my ongoing feeling during that moment and most of the times, I’d observe the people enjoying the soothing music. Afterall, the moment is always precious regardless of how pitiful the day is; the evening turns out to be rejuvenating.


This picture was taken in July, 2015 during the visit to Lamjung district. It was my first field trip from my office and my excitement level knew no boundary. DSLR on my hand and beautiful sceneries all around; I was impatient to click whatever my sight would take me. It took quite sometime to get this sharp picture with multiple shots. And, it was my picture with watermark added in it. 😉





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Knowing her….

I don’t exactly know when I’ve known her but it feels like I’ve known her for ages. The countless butterflies in the stomach, moments of happiness and despair shared together, the unending conversation.

The words can’t explain how happy I was when she used to compliment me genuinely. As a boy I was always supposed to suppress emotions and that was how trend was. Hiding my emotions to the extent I could was what I always did refraining to be emotional. But that couldn’t last long. I could no longer stop telling her what I felt about her when she shared her heart with me when I’d lost mine.  From that moment, I felt so comfortable with her. Her whole heart is at stake, why not decorate it with some beautiful stuffs; I thought. I had nothing to add its charm. Listening and embracing deep down was what I could do. I’d smile, cry, scream, dance and take an intense breathe. I was happy with what was going on. Gradually, I was so comfortable sharing everything; ranging from pervert-ish to life, career and whatever comes along the way. I was fortunate enough to experience my adolescence when I crossed 20 even though I couldn’t be familiar during the time of adolescence. You took me to the peak of my adolescence. Few minutes of conversation with you could heal my sickness and I’d be high with energy when I was low.

All these used to be a part of the daily schedule and now, it’s all remained as memories. It’s surprising how time changes everything. I wonder how powerful time is. I am always startled observing my brother. I vividly remember the day when I took my brother to school with me for the very first time in his life. It feels like it’s just a few days ago and in reality it’s almost a decade now. My brother and I’ve haven’t changed much but time has changed and in turn everything has.

It gives me a cold chill to have become separated. Why not? The moon would surely feel incomplete in the absence of the Sun. But again, the same thing; the sun and the moon can’t exist at the same time. I guess that’s why we both don’t exist together. Maybe, we are better split. Maybe, it’s not the right time together and maybe we’ll unite in the future even more firmly and bond till eternity.

All about the past and sometimes I hang around anticipating the future; what, how and where’d we be. Getting no any substantial answer, I put off the thought and leave it to be a surprise package. I mentally prepare myself to get ready to accept whatever comes in life. Suddenly, I realize I already drank five cups of tea lost in the web of thoughts. Then I realize my thoughts were giving me a delusion of being in the serenity. I pay the money and losing my individual identity, I get the hold of the bunch of people in the crowd in the pursuit of regaining the lost identity.


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A thought!

                            In everyone’s life, it’s always been crest and trough; whether that be emotions, progress, love and relationships, work, friendship among many others.  Sometimes, there’s steadiness in crest and in other times trough. Even the stability in heart monitor recognizes someone’s death. I believe that’s same in case of life as a whole; stillness  in the life graph shows null (symbolically death) and I think that’s the beauty of life with fluctuations.

And, sometimes the beauty, the fluctuations turn out to be bitter. Not always it’s easy to accept the fluctuations. At times, even the mounting crests have taken me to despair and not sure if the deepened troughs have heightened me to glory, but certainly they’ve made me stronger than before.

It’s been quite a while, I have been investing sometime in observing the fluctuation graph. By this I don’t mean, observation of other people on social media and making judgements. I’m trying to refrain it as much as I can. And, until this moment, what I’ve learned is this makes you a mirror and you look yourself from a distance. Isn’t it cool? For me, certainly it is. 😉

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There is a fine distinction between the two. Neither the river beneath the bridge flowing between them nor the bridge itself is responsible for the segregation. The well-built still and stable bridge so far has been the path to many in the now and then, will be in days to come as well. The river underneath the bridge is moving; limitless water migrates. The river selflessly transfers purity from source to unknown world into the Blue. The bridge being motionless lets others pass through it and the restless river washes away everything that come along.

The first half is engulfed into darkness and the second one with brightness. The blankets of dark clouds cover landscape lingering to transform itself into rain droplets and join the river. On the other hand, brightness lends a supportive hand to the bridge and witnesses everyone passing through the bridge. The darkness surpasses heaviness, awakens the fear within signaling the moment of restfulness. The brightness lightens up and urges everyone to be moving.

Love is emotion which the first one embraces and the other occupies hatred. Happiness becomes the indivisible part of love as compliment. Sadness and despair join along the allies of hatred.

Darkness is brightness; brightness is darkness. Restlessness is motionless; motionless is restlessness. Happiness is sadness; sadness is happiness. Presence is absence; absence is the presence. Lightness is heaviness; heaviness is lightness. Just the matter of what is instilled, just the matter of movement, just the matter of feeling and more importantly just the matter of existence and the part of eternal process. The bridge exists only if river exists. The bridge can’t be in motion even if wants to and river is not river if it’s stagnant and stable.


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