While returning from Chandanpur village the next day that was sunny and beautiful, we were having snacks in the middle of the road just above the green and scenic Lele village. Then seeing Suraj lying on the road, I decided to do some acrobats. Thus these photos. No, I am not going to the Beijing Olympics. Continue reading
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In the morning, in Chandanpur village of Lalitpur district, we decided to take a walk for a while. We wanted to see how people were living in their homes and what they were doing in their fields. We walked uphill for about 10 minutes and reached at a house. Inside, a lady was apparently preparing food along with her son. She turned out to be a MaSiKa (Matri Sishu Karyakarta: health worker on safe motherhood) who talked about her wrok in the village. “The Tamang women are less enthuasistic about getting expert advise and involvement during pregnancy than those of Brahnim-Chhetri caste,” she said. She is a Newar who attended highschool and is from the area of Lalitpur that is nearer to the capital city. “Initially it was so boring to come here in this type of village,” said the woman. “Now I am used to with the life here.” The woman also talked about the disease that was causing serious harm to the corn production in the village. She said many farmers in the village, including herself, have started planting cabbage instead of corn this year. [More about this has been mentioned in my Nepali article titled Motorcycle Diary that appeared in 26 July's Koseli.] Continue reading
I know I am a horrible dancer. Actually it would be wrong to associate the word “dancer” referring positively in the same sentence that talks about me. I can’t dance, plain and simple. But I really wanna learn the art. What you see in these photos is not me dancing but just posing for the camera. When I saw these photos for the first time on my camera’s LCD panel I was pleasantly surprised. It seemed as if I was dancing. Continue reading
