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Nepali Journalists’ Convention and New Leadership (tweets)

The Federation of Nepali Journalists (FNJ) held its two-day general convention that ended today with the election of a new Central Committee. Here are my tweets from (and about) the convention and poll results.

Today’s Tweets
https://twitter.com/#!/wagle/status/65843907845566465
https://twitter.com/#!/wagle/status/65839943305539584
https://twitter.com/#!/wagle/status/65839750711476224
https://twitter.com/#!/wagle/status/65838286215720960
https://twitter.com/#!/wagle/status/65838065444331520

Yesterday’s Tweets
https://twitter.com/#!/wagle/status/65370125796249600
https://twitter.com/#!/wagle/status/65361786504876032
https://twitter.com/#!/wagle/status/65361356869742592
https://twitter.com/#!/wagle/status/65360877527900160
https://twitter.com/#!/wagle/status/65358817537433600
https://twitter.com/#!/wagle/status/65357686711123968
https://twitter.com/#!/wagle/status/65357119372791808
https://twitter.com/#!/wagle/status/65356699028029440
https://twitter.com/#!/wagle/status/65355781729554432

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Time for Nepali Journalists to Improve Quality

Two years after the royal takeover and censorship we have now democracy and it’s time for Nepali journalists to focus on improving the quality of their reporting. Scribes took out a rally yesterday to mark the black day (Magh 19) and demanded that the Rayamajhi Commission report be made public. Pic via ekantipur

Just realized that Feb 1 (and Magh 19) passed largely unnoticed this year. May be whatever going on in Southern Nepal overshadowed the relevance of the date. Heard that journalists organized a rally in downtown Kathmandu to remember the black day (Feb 1, 2005 or Magh 19, 2061 BS is when, if you don’t have any idea, King Gyanendra went on rampage and dismissed democracy, imposed emergency and installed his autocracy in Nepal). I was too busy in other works than attending the rallies. I was planning to write something about the date but later abandoned the thought. Instead I went on to the web site of New York Times and read a few very good articles. I have always been a very big fan of New York Times and I utterly enjoy reading their coverage. (Though I was utterly disappointed a few weeks ago to find numerous mistakes in an article on Nepali politics. I sent a letter to the correction section of the paper but that never got attention of the editors there. Even we don’t do such silly mistakes here in Nepali journalism.)

I try to learn from their writing but when I sit in front of the computer to write stories like that the poor quality of research in Nepali journalism reminds to me of reality: where I am. I recently read an article about Nora Jones’ new album and, coincidentally, had to write the same kind of article on the new album of Nepali rock band 1974 AD. There I realized the difference between reading New York Times articles and writing for Kantipur. In such occasions I get frustrated and feel bad about myself and my being in journalism. Why am I here if I can’t contribute in some qualitative way? What is my role in Nepali journalism? Be just another reporter in the crowd or do something important and make some significant contribution so that our journalism standard reaches new height? There are so many things to learn. We are not perfect, yes, but the problem is we are not even trying to learn. The way we deal with issues in journalism needs to be changed and reporters’ approach to the stories must be different then that of the current ones. We have done a lot of progress in journalism in the past decade in terms of reporting, writing, presenting stories, circulating newspapers etc. But there is a long way to go.

Oh… why am I lecturing on journalism now? Because I think now is the time for all journalists in Nepal to focus on the quality of their work. Well some can continue with political mission as politics has always been there in the blood of Nepali journalists but there must be some sort of united effort to raise the standards of our journalism.

So days are normal these days; nothing fascinating is happening. Attending a few programs in the city, coming back to the office, and writing. Life is revolving around reporting. Good stories: enjoyable time, not so good stories: just another reporting.

Since I started this post with Magh 19, I think it’s relevant to be nostalgic. Boy that was a damn bad day. As I was watching Gyanendra on TV, phones went dead. Came to office, wrote a blog but found that there was no Internet. No phone in house meant no Internet there too. No Internet meant No life at all. No phones meant life faced hell lot of difficulties in reporting. No stories to translate and fill the pages that were suddenly blank because there were no advertisements. Struggling through wire reports to find useful articles to translate and work under some constant uncertainty (what will happen tomorrow?) was strenuous. Don’t even want to remember those days, particularly that first week of February.

Related Blogs

1. Nepal is closed friends [A blog notice posted from US mission in Kathmandu]

2. Great to be here Again! [First blog after the restoration of Internet]

3. New Kind of Journalism in Nepal- I [Journalism in censorship]

Unpressed Shirts And My Crusade Against Ironing

dinesh wagle unpressed shirts

I am posting this photo six hours after it was taken (today morning). As I predicted at the time when the photo was taken, the outlook of my shirt has changed. It’s not different than a pressed one. So why waste time, energy and the electricity! Pic by Email

I hate spending (wasting) time in pressing shirts and making them look ‘great’. Why? What the hell you are asking? Why re! I just hate. You know the precious time, you can do so many other things during that time instead of carrying the load of iron (”estri” is the word that our tailor in the village used to call the thing. I don’t know what’s there in “estri” that males love to press their clothes.) So I was about to wear this pura jhyaure and khachhyak khuchhuk khumchhiyeko shirt this morning, my brother ‘wisely’ suggested me to use estiri to make it ‘wearable’. “What? Press the shirt?” I fired back. “No way! Look, I am wearing this now and it will be okay after a few hours, on its own.” Ramro banera kaslai dekhaunu chha ra?

“You are covering it with jacket,” he said. I smiled!

“Boy, note this down,” I told him. “If you ever write my biography, don’t forget to mention that ‘Dinesh Wagle was a great fellow who never pressed his shirts. He always wore unpressed clothes. What an inspirational figure. Anti-estri movement will remember him forever. History will record this man’s habit!’ Ha, ha. That will be interesting, man, to read after 50 years.”

“Hya,” he dismissed my request and fired a question. “Where do I keep that biography till then?”

“Here comes the idea!” I scream. I almost threw the shirt away and my pant nearly went down! “Take out the camera and take a snap. I am going to write a blog. I hope people will be able to search it after 50 years!”

Then two Wagles started the great work of photo session.

I developed this habit of anti-estri when I was in hostel. Especially when I was in the 10th standard in Bhaktapur. I have never pressed my pants in the past 10 years. Even in hostel, the previous one, when I had to do the job, I would simply avoid doing so. I was fine with unpressed pants and I am fine now.

“Ha… that’s why you have this big collection of t-shirts,” intervened Email. “Who needs to press t-shirts? And you always wear jeans.”

That’s right. I love wearing t-shirts, mostly UWB t-shirts, WSJ t-shirts, Palpasa Cafe t-shirts, Batsyayana Book t-shirt, and, recently, Hot Zone t-shirts. I have become a living and moving hoarding board advertising my websites, books and other missions. It’s actually a distinct experience. Whenever I wear Palpasa Cafe t-shirt, some people in the office think I am doing so to please my editor and author of P Cafe Narayan Wagle. That’s not true but I haven’t refuted those ‘allegations’ because they don’t deserve my refutation. They don’t comment on people who wear Harry Potter t-shirts and tease me for wearing Palpasa Cafe t-shirt. Funny! But the same people hardly noticed it was Batsyayana book’s t-shirt when I was wearing the t-shirt (it was in English). I told those critics of me wearing Palpasa Cafe t-shirt: what do you have to say about this? Do you think I am wearing this t-shirt to please Batsyayan? [By the way, was I wearing that because I didn’t have to press that? ha ha, who knows! Tyo ta haina, tara I like wearing such t-shirts. I also like Ma Parivartan Chahanchhu t-shirts!]

As long as the clothes are clean and free of dirt, I don’t really care if they are looking great or not! I am not in the league of being cool by spending time in selecting clothes that I wear. I don’t have time. I give about 4 minutes to change and get ready to get out of the house in the morning. So no way I spend time in selecting lugas that I wear. Not even while interviewing models! Again, Ramro banera kaslai po dekhaunu chha ra? 🙂

Related entry:
1.Iron Man: Conversation With a Press Wallah