Bus ride: definitely not a joy ride.
Challenges of driving on a single lane ‘highway’.
I had gone to some rural villages of Lalitpur last week to see and experience the life there. All these villages are outside of Kathmandu valley though many people may think that the entire Lalitpur district lies inside the Valley. My colleague at Kantipur, Krishna Gyawali who covers Lalitpur for the newspaper, accompanied me. The trip started from Lagankhel where we took a bus to Chapagaun, the largest village of Lalitpur. At Chapagaun we bought tickets up to Chhapele, Bhattedanda. The first bus had already left by the time we reached there (8:30 am). This one was supposed to leave at 9 am but, as it happens with most things in Nepal, the bus finally left Chapagaun at 10:30. Rest of the travelogue, in Nepali, as published in Saturday’s Kantipur: यस्तै छ साथी हाम्रो हाल
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Layer: Sky, Himalayas, Jungle and Village
Saturday and Sunday (March 5th and 6th). Location: Balthali, Kavre.
Layer: Sky, Himalayas, Jungle and Village
The Himalayas and the village
Taller than the mountains? #CameraTricks
The village and the filed
On the way up
The Traveler and the village and the Himalayas
Red Bull: the energy drink
I am not a player but I know how to serve a volleyball. Have a look.
Local lads were playing volleyball. We joined them.
Rhododendron the Flower लालीगुराँस
No long hours of power cut here like in Kathmandu
Every time he was called Ramesh, the boy smiled and responded: “म रमेश हो त ? म आयुश”
Crossing the bridge
Stream of Unconsciousness
Rooftop of a bus
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
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