I had planned to write and post this entry
two 40 weeks back. That’s the plan I made six 44 weeks ago. But I could not. Not because it’s a difficult topic to write about (may be it is) but because I was busy. When I was not busy I was lazy.
So the news is this: I have gone into hibernation from active journalism. One fine February morning last year, when I changed my Twitter bio, this was the new first sentence: “A journalist in hibernation.”
The editor of Kantipur, where I worked until 18 Feb 2012, was quick to react: Continue reading
A plane belonging to the Indian budget airline Spicejet at Tribhuvan International Airport in Kathmandu. Landing at the TIA was smooth. The change in temperature (from IGI Delhi
Two years ago today (Nov 6) I left Kathmandu for Delhi. It wasn’t planned but here I am, today, back in Kathmandu from Delhi. I am in a hurry now- have to go to play deusi- so I am not writing a detailed entry like I did last year about my life, time and observations in Delhi and around India. I plan to extend this entry sometime in the middle of this month when I return to Delhi. Happy Tihar to all.
1. A Year in Delhi, India
2. Dinesh Wagle Has Moved to New Delhi, India
Sibling conflict and cooperation: These kids were carrying gallons of drinking water in the dokos from a tap some 400 meters below their home in a village in Makwanpur. The younger one (at the front) was crying when we saw them. His brother was trying to put him inside the basket instead of water gallons! Some sort of fighting between the brothers had ensued. The kid stopped crying as soon as we reached and started smiled as realized we were taking his photos.
The arrival was peaceful, the stay wonderful (minus the #MaoistStrike) and the time has come to go back to the sweltering heat of Delhi. What I’ll miss the most apart from the obvious is the ‘air-conditioned’ climate of Kathmandu. Despite all the problems on the streets and the corridors of powers Kathmandu is undoubtedly the place where I feel at ease to be. Kathmandu (and Nepal in general) presents dilemma to its residents. As Bigyan aptly tweets: “can’t live with it, can’t live without it… #Nepal.” [My Reweet.]
Selfish interests groups and badly manged politics have collectively ruined the economy and state of affairs of the city and the country. Such is the situation that sometime even a staunchly hopeful person like me gets swayed away and thinks we are here to be doomed, that we will never go ahead and catch up with time that is moving so fast ahead of us. BUT that is not the feeling that rules me (and I assume many of us). Just a small opportunity, a moment of peace and the country will surely move ahead. Just a few roads and drinking water projects in villages and the faces of those hills will change for better. Just a little bit of investment, an environment for investors to play with their wealth and the economy will see a turnaround. There is a lot in this country to be hopeful about.
Some of the best moments of my more than two week long stay in Kathmandu were when I ventured out of the valley. Just behind the Chandragiri hills, above Thankot, is a wonderful village called Chitlang. A very old settlement. Suraj Kunwar and I biked through the village one cloudy (and drizzling) noon enjoying the view of farmers busy in their fields, thick forests atop hills, kids smiling and playing with each other and barren lands filled with colorful flowers. It was heavenly- except that on the other side of the hill- below- urban terror was ruling the city in the name of people’s uprising. The so called revolution failed but not before giving the country a bad jolt. Continue reading
3 and 0. That is, 30. A life that is THIRTY-year-old (or young?). Whatever. Thank you for encouraging me to post this entry.
Jorpati! Okay, I am kidding.
It’s been quite a while that I haven’t seen this site! Too busy with reporting for my newspaper, fixing and translating for international news organizations and following leaders in their campaign trails in Kathmandu and then keeping myself updated on the election results from around the country. After I returned from Karnali, I went to Gorkha for a day- as a translator for a foreign newspaper. So many things to write about: all those journeys, the personal experience, those fcking tired and exhausted moments. But where is the time? 24 is not enough, I need at least 35 hours in a day.
Anyway, this is a season of political activities and making a choice based on political ideology many other factors. A reader of UWB asked me about my political affiliation and I found that question very interesting. I am republishing the conversation below: Continue reading