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Between March 25 and December 16, estimated 3 million Bengalees were killed, 200000 women raped and 10 million were displaced. This was the worst genocide after Second World War...
Appeal From Liberation War Museum, Bangladesh.
Twenty five years ago, India and Pakistan went to war over the issue of Bangladesh. Mukti Bahini guerillas and Indian soldiers swept past Pakistani defenses and forced the Pakistani Army to surrender within two weeks. On the western front, Indians and Pakistanis fought a series of even deadlier battles. This 1971 War web exhibition commemorates that war...

The war broke out on 26 March 1971 as army units directed by West Pakistan launched a military operation in East Pakistan against Bengali civilians, students, intelligentsia, and armed personnel who were demanding separation from West Pakistan. Bengali military, paramilitary and civilians formed the Mukti Bahini (or liberation army) and used guerrilla warfare tactics to fight against the West Pakistan army. India provided economic, military and diplomatic support to the Mukti Bahini rebels leading Pakistan to launch Operation Chengiz Khan, a pre-emptive attack on the western border of India which started the Indo-Pakistani War of 1971.

LOVEBIRDS PROHIBITED CITY

Kathmandu city is going LOVEBIRDS PROHIBITED CITY Day by day. Some days before some couples are arrested by cops from Tundikhel a big ground of kathmandu. for the forther information please read my article published in Kantipur daily 14 november saterday.

for link: http://www.ekantipur.com/np/news/news-detail.php?news_id=302084

Dabbling in the non-linear

review of my book on The Kathmanu Post, agust 24, 2009
http://www.ekantipur.com/the-kathmandu-post/2009/10/24/Oped/Dabbling-in-the-non-linear/1308/index.html

Memories

Article from Kantipur Daily

If U are in Kathamandu now U feel alone. U can see the empty road. Nobody in road and few vechical are there. Markets are closed.

I write a article about the Dashain and in kathmandu...

read more.......

ReAd Me, CoMmEnT Me !

Dear Friends,
Neelima and Pitch Darkness is my first story collection. Please read my new book and put your valuable comments.
I write contemporary stories which U saw in societies. I tried to write your feelings. How is it? What people actually think? What U actually think?
I really want constructive criticism from U.

SAMSARA...!! .....!!

What is more important to people: satisfying a thousand desires or conquering just one? If U saw the feature film SAMSARA U 'll get the answer.
Film Samsara, tells a universal story of desire and destiny and about how the desire for change can change one's destiny. It explores desires, destiny and spirituality. Truly a visual feast. if show everyday life. Performances are marvelous of all characters. especially Shawn Ku's Tashi, whose exploration of conscience is transparent, and Christ Chung's Pema, is sublime and graceful. Samsara spiritual love story to enjoy.
I found this movie, a very interesting and meaningful. There were not more than 100 words in script . But the picture itself, gave the viewer many things to think about. HowTashi ( a main character) back from the Buddha path. He think Buddha was the one normal human being.
Every human has the feeling of sexual awakening at one point of time, Tashi has also. He quit the monk-hood life having such feelings. He went in the world, fullfill his desires, discover love, caring, warmth, and happiness.
What he did was not totally right or totally wrong but it does. it has to happen so happen. First Pema ( a main female character) came to him and make clear to him with her thought. Enlightenment does not mean that you have to quit all the normal life. Being alone in the temple to cut all the desires.
After a three-year meditative retreat (it looks more like hibernation), Buddhist monk Tashi rejoins monastery life. Tashi reflects, Buddha himself knew earthly delights before choosing the path of enlightenment. U can see the remote Himalayan locations in the films.

LOVE AAJ-KAL

LOVE AAJAKAL is excellent movie. Saif and deepika perform career based performance. Eeven Rishi kapoor was good...Saifs veer singh was much better than akki's happy singh...Good direction by Imtiaz Ali...Music roxx...Well shot...Crispy editing...Overall a feel good movie...
I felt like...
I was with my fren Paras Nepal and Rajendra Basnet at Guna Cinema Gwarko and we laugh loud in hall without worrying about decorum, was young enough to connect with the actors there – yes, people in real life talk like that, and of course I love Imtiaz Ali and his now trademark frank natural sense of humour.
I think Saif was a tad miscast – he doesn’t look 25 as much as he may try, but I think he was pretty good, Deepika makes up for a lot with her smile and presence, and I and Paras and Rajendra too absolutely loved Harleen (played by a Brazilian – Giselle Monteiro!). Ali also does a couple of not-so-easily-noticed clever things – in the first couple of scenes in the Rishi Kapoor’s cafe, Rishi Kapoor is there in the background and his voice is audible without showing him explicitly.
The dance is not as good as song.......Choor Bazariii....la la la........

Oh ! My DeArEsT !

Always I think, Forever I shall be grateful and forever, even beyond my life on this earth, I shall love you,
My Dearest.
This thing inspires me to write. When I think about the writing feel uneasy. Comes flood of symbols in mind. S0 just wanted to tell you that I loved my writing.
My senior Rajrndra Parajuli write a comment on my book, thanks for his comments. I ll try to improve me from my mistake. Nobody couldn't want to put mistakes me too. Rajendra told me: This book was a pleasure to read. May be he think so. Thank you for writing such a lovely book review.
Yes, I was unable to smile or laugh, or even feel happiness. Your review bought out of mild interest, helped me pull myself together and to believe in love and happy endings. Thank you so much for doing what you do.

ThAnK U My ReAdErS !

Last day of this week a college teacher, who read my book Neelima ra Gaadhaa Andhyaro twice, told me: “I have been richly blessed by your book. When I read the book this time, it was a major breakthrough for me. I have given the book as a gift to a couple of friends and have recommended it to many others.”

Another day a man called and said, “I have not finished reading your book yet, and already it has helped me very much. Some friends also like your book and the want to meet with you.”

A woman called me at office and said: “While reading your story 'Ustai'(same) I became angry and put the book down. Later, I realized that it was hitting close to home. There was something at which I should take a close look. I finished reading your book, and I agree with what you are saying about women and feminism. You are right.”

My seniors told me, “I have just read your book. Every sentence makes a profound statement. … Why isn’t this book mandatory reading in our homes, the schools, and the churches?"

The message is so profound, and yet so simple which I got and heard. … I want to tell all of U this is your book. I can only hope that your talent will help me for further writing.

Thank you for your responce. Thank U my readers !

It Could Be YoUrS !

Dear Friends,
In 2 Agust2009 I published my first book Neelima ra Gaadha Andhyaro, and released at Gurukul Theater. It was the great moment for me, when senior writer Dhrubachandra Gautam released my book.
It has over 116 pages and good quality paper and cover. Book was published by Oriental Publication. It's in Nepali language and price is 5$. There are lots of good books in market, but if you want to read your own story, you will get from my book.
Dear Friends,
I want a more detailed marketing plan than the one my publisher offers. They just send releases to TV, radio, and newspapers and some book shop all over the nation. But I want to hit more specific markets like school and public libraries, book clubs, book catalogs, etc. Since I didn't bother to buy the Standard Promo Option, I'm pretty much at square one with the whole marketing/promotion thing.
Can you help me?
I am here to tell you everything you need to know about my story. Please read and comment me, I always respect your comments and suggestions.
Neelima ra Gaadhaa Andhyaro, it could be yours.............

Test-tube Son and My Lover

The night is getting thicker and darker. Dog's barking is heard outside. A mild sound of a vehicle is coming from somewhere far. At the very moment I switched on my computer, unplugged the telephone and connected the cable of internet to the computer. It might be almost midnight.
There is something interesting to be linked with the internet this late night. Lately, I have got an interesting chatting partner. I like his messages most. These are so interesting that I feel I learn a lot from them. His expressions happen to be surprising and interesting as well. I am sitting this late night to chat with the same fellow.
It is worth mentioning here why this chat-partner has been more surprising for me. I did not ask how he got my e-mail address and I was not very much concerned for that either. But, it was he who added my e-mail in his MSN messenger. I accepted his ID afterwards and I accepted him since I wanted to extend my e-mail partners.
He had left me by surprise as he appeared online in my messenger box, I asked his name.
Without any delay, he introduced himself as a test-tube baby, i.e. he was a test-tube son. I doubted and asked, "Aren't you a computer hacker?
"Not of course I promise I'm not." He answered and added, "Please don't get perplexed."
"I swear, I'm a test tube baby. Don't you believe me?" He wrote instantly.
Our relation spread like a dense lawn in the ground or a bush of jujube.
The internet was signed in as soon as I connected it and he had already signed in.
"Are you fine?" He wrote first in pure Nepali script.
"I'm fine." I responded in the same Nepali style. Our chatting continued likewise.
"How the days are passing on?" I wrote.
"They are as usual." He answered.
I wanted to know more about him today and wrote," I feel very happy while chatting with you."
"Can you say the reason you introduced yourself as a test-tube baby?" I posed another question without waiting his response.
"I was born after putting sperm and ovum in the test-tube. Those who know the fact call me a test-tube baby." He responded without hesitation and it made our chat friendlier.
"You happen to be a product of scientific advancement. I'm very happy to talk with you. Oh! Test-tube son!" I poured myself joyfully.
"But, I'm very sad being a product of scientific invention." His answer was against my expectation.
"Is it a matter of sorrow to be born?" I was amazed. I asked him surprisingly what I wanted and attached some signs of exclamations as well.
"I'm sad in the process of my birth, not for that I was born." He clarified.
I was surprised and curious. I could not understand why the test-tube baby was not satisfied getting the chance to observe this world as a result of scientific invention. I asked, "Why are your so sad in this matter?
"Yes, of course." I'm sad since I don't know who my parents are." He answered and sent some symbols expressing seriousness. I was willing to ask him some more and he wrote the same. "I'd like to share my real story with you. Are you ready?"
"If you don't mind" I wrote sympathetically.
"Listen." He wrote," They (who are my so-called parents) had a love marriage. Both of them are professors but they had contradictory views on rearing the children. Now, I have got an evidence for that. Consequently, I was born after the sperm and ovum was conceived to the womb of an unknown woman. I was nourished by a strange woman supported by my so-called father. He does not have his wife now; she has deserted him in fact."
His expressions were really touching. "Why are you so distressed, still you have a loving father, haven't you?" I wrote.
"I have no hesitation being their son in blood relation." He opined.
"Of course, I have got their love enough."
"Then, what's the matter?" I raised my curiosity.
"I hate that woman who deny natural birth and negate the fetus's right to be born. " He poured his agony." And I noticed that scientific advancement is the sole cause of such happenings."
"It may be that woman was unable to conceive." I forwarded my query.
"Wait a moment." He wrote, and sent an attached file of a scanned matter in my e-mail.
"This e-mail contains a letter written to my father by the lady professor who deserted him. This is evidence. Read it thoroughly." He wrote further, "I had got it in my father's diary, scanned it and saved. This reveals the desires and emotions of the women in this 21st century, I think."
I opened the mail. It was a letter to the male professor by his wife of the same status. I began reading it-

Dear,
Having stuck to our own logic, we agreed to disagree. You loved your semen more than me. You condemned the scientific achievement that I worshipped. I don't want to conceive and you deny being a father of a test-tube baby. You do not like to present yourself impotent in front of the scientific discovery. Though I am able for conception, I like to utilize the scientific achievement. We are spouse externally but believe in individual freedom. Therefore, I'd like to use my freedom in its full fledge. I'd like to sink in modernity and you are trembling in it.
Dear professor, I conclude,
I write this late evening when the sun is getting pale in the west. I am here in the meadow where we first had shared our love. I remember every night we passed together. I decided to be alone since we were seriously disagreed and I wrote this letter. Keep it safe. I'd like to inform you through this letter that I have asked to make a wonderful gift for your birthday and it is a test-tube baby. You should accept my wonderful gift, the 36 week old test tube son, when you step the last day of your 36 year. I beg your pardon; I couldn't show my unnaturally swollen belly accepting your proposal.
Yours,
Wife (professor)

As I informed him that the reading was complete, he wrote something which was beyond of my imagination, "Are you ready to sell your semen, now?"
I sent a message expressing my unwillingness to have a test tube baby and added some signs of laughter.
"You know? Now, there will be tanks full of semen just like that of milk and oil in the clinical laboratories of the cities. I am a specimen of that." The test-tube baby argued further,-"and the doctors in the cities will sleep on the bed of money earned by selling the semen. On the other hand, those males who sell their semen will be loitering in the streets looking their dimmed shadows."
"More interesting fact is that those women like my father's wife will be in the queue of those who extract their womb out and have plastic surgeries in their vaginal tube. Each and every glass-house will be changed into a scientific lab. Then, a uterus will not be needed to bear a test-tube baby. Children will be born crying in the glass houses just like the chicken in the poultry farms. But the first crying of a child will not touch the heart of women. They will be wandering with their tight breasts."
Those women will be in search of a plastic-made strong husband and ignore their real husbands or lovers who refused to be a father of a test-tube baby and sleep calmly with their husbands."
He wrote quite long message this time, but I read everything patiently.
Before I would ask him, he wrote,--" See, no one will be the wife of anyone else and no one a husband or son. (Everyone will be just like me in relation). Every male will have been selling their semen and women will have been doing the same for their ovum. Child rearing will be only in the lab. The test-tube sons will be proposing for love to the women having tight breast and selling their ovum and the daughters will be proposing the same for those males who will have already sold their semen (though they might have been born with the semen of the same) and involve in sex. The test-tube babies might say--"No, I have no relation with you at all. I can be your lover. We can marry. Let's sleep together this night. Then, the wives like my father's will be coming back to their left and old husbands and embrace them regretting on their unnecessary longing towards the scientific achievement in their. Wait and see everything in the future."
He continued writing his arguments. I could hardly manage myself only reading his writing. Even then I asked him, "You mean the longing of the human attachment with the scientific advancement is the only love for truth?"
"You've got the point. I was about to write this to you." His quick reply appeared on my screen instantly. "Thousands of Einsteins are being killed as a result of scientific achievement, aren't they?"
I couldn't follow him at all and asked--"How is it so, what do you mean, in fact?"
"Hey, couldn't you follow even this simple fact?" He sent a sketch of a joker all together. "You know, I was talking about the condom which has been a protagonist between the semen and ovum. The scientific innovation of condom has been killing many Einsteins, Gandhis and Buddhas before they were born. It should be accused of abortion and sent to the jail. The science is responsible for abortion.
He accused people being modern hypocrites and wrote,--" Science has bounded all."
My internet was disconnected abruptly and our chatting was discontinued. I took it as a failure of scientific discoveries and connected to sign in again. Surprisingly, he was not online. I did not save the conversation with him but the attached letter of Mrs. Professor is still in my mailbox.
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I'm reading this letter in my computer even today. I have signed in my MSN. Some of my friends are still online but he is not, though I am waiting for him and I have this story for his remembrance.
I remember my lover while writing this story now. She passes the whole day in the cyber coquetting with many of her net-mates and happens to embrace me every whole night. She says--"Dear Anmol, I have no interest in rearing children; I cannot bear the pain of pregnancy and cannot pass the time playing with the toddlers. I've no interest at all for such petty things. I only love you very much.
I have no comment. I never told her about my chatting with the test-tube son. Even if I had told, either she might not believe me or she might agreed with it. I cannot say the things in my language that the test-tube baby had said. I cannot even say her; you are a woman hence you must be a mother. The happiest moment for a woman is the pain felt while giving birth to a child? This is the only pain that contains pleasure and happiness.
She has been a winner over me in every way. As she read news about the test-tube baby in a newspaper, she fondled and said --"Let's have a test-tube baby, my dear!"
Since I didn't care her at all, she became closer to me coquettishly and insisted to agree with her.
(My lover who was neat and clean in her complexion but blackish inwardly might be playing with her baby inside her womb). But I couldn't disagree with her at that time and could not say kissing her that I can't be a father of a test tube baby, my beloved!

I Saw The Film LA STRADA

Suddenly I went in the room. The room I saw simple and dark. There is a white screen board in one side of room. What U think? May be U think it's a black hole. But I'm talking Harke Films, which is in mid town of Kathmandu near Pashupatinath Gaurighat.
Ya, I saw here The film La Strada By Federico Fellini, 1954. In the film Gelsomina a clownish young girl is sold for 10,000 lira by her very poor mother to Gypsy carnival strong man Zampanò (Anthony Quinn), who makes a living by drawing a crowd to a square, expanding his chest to break a chain, and then passing the hat.
She follows him on the road ("la strada") and helps him during his shows. Zampano ill treats her. She meets "The Fool", a funambulist. She feels like going with him, but he puts confusion in her mind by pointing out that perhaps Zampano is in fact in love with her.
Zampanò is physically and emotionally cruel, and viciously trains Gelsomina as his sidekick. She has a bird-like quality, delicate and strangely beautiful, as well as a prophetic ability to predict the weather, yet she is unable to avoid the brutish Zampanò's fits of rage and violence. Nonetheless, she retains an indefatigable child-like optimism. She considers herself an artist because she learns to play the snare drum and trumpet, do a bit of dancing, and play a clown.
Despite this lesson, he talks her out of leaving Zampanò. The "Fool" and Zampanò have a long-standing enmity, and when Zampanò kills the "Fool" in a rage, it breaks Gelsomina's spirit. When Zampano realizes this, he leaves her on the side of the road. Years later, when he learns of her death in a local village, he experiences remorse for the first time in his life and he breaks down crying uncontrollably on the beach.
In my opinion, the film is carried by Gelsomina (played by Fellini's wife, the wonderful Giulietta Masina). Her character is childlike and naïve, but full of life and warmth, and extremely comical.
They travel alone together on the road (la strada), while he teaches her acts and drum rolls, while picking up women along the way, unsympathetic to her feelings on the matter, until they join a circus and meet with real conflict to Zampano's manliness in the form of the Fool, another entertainer who eats spaghetti on a tightrope and plays a miniature violin.

Directed by Federico FelliniStarring: Anthony Quinn, Giulietta Masina, Richard Basehart, Aldo Silvani

DEAL WITH BLAME

Journalists, whether reporters, editors or broadcasters, can end up being convenient targets of blame when the stories they publish stir up public controversy. The bigger the issue, the bigger the blame. Also, public figures who get "bad press" might claim they were misquoted or their remarks taken out of context. They may blame the reporter or the news organization for dwelling on casual remarks instead of the intended messages.If you have come across situations in which you felt you were unfairly blamed as a result of your reporting, please share your experiences, and offer any lessons that journalists around the world can learn in order to cope with similar challenges in the future.

JaI vIrU

Jai Viru is the story of two friends who find themselves on opposite site of the law. Fate steers Veeru (Kunal Khemu), a car stealing conman into meeting Jai (Fardeen Khan) who saves him from the wrath of goons in a pub.

They become fast friends and Veeru convinces Jai into his dubious business of theft. Soon mistrust ensues between the thick friends when Jai’s secret unveils, and Veer discovers that the former is in fact an undercover agent out to nab the infamous Tejpal (Arbaaz Khan) who Veeru works for.

Further, Veeru accidentally shoots Jai, and his intentions are misunderstood. An already betrayed and heartbroken Veeru flees the country not only from his former comrade but from Tejpal as well who needs Veeru’s diary containing volatile information.

The movie repels innovation and novelty and sends the audience rushing for popcorn within ten minutes of boredom. Fardeen Khan does a forced, lifeless act though his girlfriend Dia Mirza brightens the screen with her fresh looks and also redeems her character into an interesting twist in the climax.

Arbaz Khan looks utterly bored himself and the only sincere performance is delivered by Kuna, who still does not rescue audience from fretting for the interval to come and give a breather. The movie then hops around the mainstream plot in an attempt to be a package deal but one has to wait for the drab of a movie to end and salvage one’s sense of life and joy.

Directed by Puneet Sira, music by Bappa Lahiri and lyrics by Sameer and Omer Inayat.

TaX In PRIVATE ScHoOl

The Finance Minister Dr. Baburam Bhattarai told, "if a large number of a community’s parents do not fully believe in the community school system, it gets more difficult to skip the country. And that directly impacts the schools’ ability to operate." This statement came after getting some obstacles to collect the education tax from private school which government announce in Budget.
Although it's No surprise there: parents might not want to pay for services they don’t use. But are we to presume the reverse is true? Those parents with kids in private schools are more likely to back tax increases? Could be, could be. Certainly kids in school are not taught to be suspicious of the powers-that-be; quite the reverse. I think nobody wants to back their kids from private school, but they want to teach there.
The private schools organization PABSON announce 2 days Seventh General Assembly on this Sunday and Monday. The assembly announces not to pay and start demonstration against the government and finance minister.
Educational development of the last few decades and one of the most hopeful signs for the future--is starting to catch on in a big way.
Just look at the logic of Dr. Bhattarais. Why do private schools need taxes in order to have the "ability to operate"? Why can’t they operate on the money they have now? It’s because they are run by the getting fee by there poor and middle class parents. Which can’t do anything as well as the private sector?
The per-pupil cost of public schools averages Rs. 3700, compared with Rs 4500 for private schools. In other words, all else being equal, we could abolish all private schools and the taxes that support them tomorrow, let the market replace them with private schools, and cut the total cost of education by nearly half.
Why isn’t this done? The short answer is that there are many people on the payroll of the education bureaucracy who would be unhappy. But wouldn’t teachers also be unhappy? Not necessarily.
Despite poorer pay, private school teachers as a group are more satisfied than public school teachers with their jobs. In the aggregate, private schools seem to offer a greater sense of community, greater teacher autonomy in the classroom, and more local influence over curriculum and important school policies. In addition, on average, private schools have a climate that would appear to be more conducive to learning, including greater safety and fewer problems caused by students having poor attitudes toward learning or negative interactions with teachers. Finally, private school students take more advanced courses than do public high school students. They also appear to follow a more rigorous academic program overall....
Now, it’s bad enough that the public-school lobby demands twice the amount of money to run schools than the private schools do. But it’s even worse that Bhattarai demands ever more money each year through tax increases.
Imagine if the computer industry said it always needed to raise prices in order to have the "ability to operate." It might like to try, but competition and innovation keep prices falling. In fact, if it weren’t for government-instigated inflation, computers would be much cheaper than they are. And despite falling prices, quality improves every day.
Bhattarai meanwhile, is thinking only about how to get more money. It seems that a number of tax-limitation measures have passed in Arkansas in recent years. Panicked legislators have been inching up the sales tax to feed government’s voracious appetite, and yet people are starting to catch on to that device too.
Not so with schools. Even where taxes grow and grow, the quality falls. And it’s not only the quality of the education that parents have to worry about these days. They must also be concerned for their kids’ safety.
In the end, Dr. Bhattarai complaint against the private school "Private school may turn out better students, but does it create better citizens?" The question in translation: do public schools only creating good citizen for nation?

SLUMDOG MILLIONAIR win The OSCAR

Danny Boyle actually treads into familiar territory. He takes the typical Bollywood tale of two brothers who have only one mission in life: survival. And he takes them through the usual ups and downs that we have witnessed so many times in the best and the worst of Bollywood masala : the tenements, the riots, the underworld, the brothels, the streets, the gutters, the stations, the separations, the reunions, the friendships, the rivalry, love, longing, despair...followed by final victory. And this heartwarming stayin' alive saga unfolds dramatically against the backdrop of Mumbai's underbelly, which stands by as a throbbing witness to the coming-of-age of its three protagonists, the three musketeers, Jamal Malik (Dev Patel), Salim Malik (Madhur Mittal) and Latika (Frieda Pinto). The three colourful characters travel their own separate paths. While Jamal, who steals your heart away with his first plunge into no-man's land (the shit pit on the edge of the slum), manages to wipe off the dust and grime and grow straight, Salim ends up as the Gunmaster who trusts only his Colt 45. Harsh reality forces him to become the henchman of the gangster (Mahesh Manjrekar) after a series of unethical choices. Latika, the frail orphan, ends up like all damsels do. Completely distressed, first in the brothels and then as the gangster's keep. But she hasn't given up on love and hope (she knows her love, Jamal will rescue her), just as the film never gives up on life. Jamal's journey from the slushy dump of human excreta, through the nightmarish world of child beggars, ends in the hot seat of the Quiz Show, where he must confront an arrogant quizmaster (Anil Kapoor) who is hell bent on showing a lowly chaiwala his true place in society. How can a chaiwala know all the answers on `MY SHOW', he asks, and tries his utmost to put an end to his rags-to-riches dream run which will see him winning Rs 20 million as prize money. Little does he realise that the tumult of life has taught Jamal all the answers, including seemingly innocuous ones like who wrote the hymn, ` darshan do ghanshyam ’. The high point of the film is Anthony DOD Mantel's state-of-the-art cinematography which serenades Mumbai with unbridled passion. It keeps pace with the breathless editing and hurtles you through the narrow alleys of the shanty town, where you can even see the flies on a sleeping dog or the flash of a menacing steel blade that slits a pretty face. AR Rahman's music score adds a pulsating beat to the proceedings, even as Simon Beaufoy's script delicately transforms Vikas Swarup's novel into a film. But when it comes to performances, it's the kids who walk away with all your taalis. Jamal (Ayush Mahesh Khedekar), Salim (Azharuddin Mohammed Ismail) and Latika (Rubina Ali) are absolutely mesmerising in their first stage, as three young orphans taking the cruel world in their stride, without losing out on their childish buoyancy and kinship. Definitely Dickensian in scope and intent. And definitely, the best part of the film which captures the protagonists in three different stages.

HaPpY VaLeNtInEs DaY 2009

Tonight I am alone. I m listening my song Pir Manma Badhe Pachhi Yasto Lagyo Timi Mero Hunuparthyo…….I don’t know how I wrote this song. And also listening Abida parvin … Aap Ki Yaad Aati Rahi Raat Bhar……I don’t why I love this song. I always think this song is my own voice. I don’t know why I feel that.
One day after tomorrow its a Valentine's Day. Valentine's Day or Saint Valentine's Day is a celebrated on every February 14 by many people throughout the world. In the West, it is the traditional day on which lovers express their love for each other by sending cards and Red Rose. The day became associated with romantic love..
The day is most closely associated with the mutual exchange of love notes in the form of "valentines." Modern Valentine symbols include the heart-shaped outline, doves . Share your Love with your heart. Share your feelings with your closears and Give him him one red rose………………………….
HaPpY VaLeNtInEs DaY2009

My Twelve Year in Kathmandu-1

I spent my labourious 12 year in Kathmandu. Just over 12 years ago I moved from remote village (Chhatiwan-4, Makawanpur) to search some opertunity to sustain myself. I’ve never written a single paragraph about those years.
Yet it’s never that easy to sustain myself in Kathmandu. Even though people with good intentions act as if those years never existed. But I don’t blame anybody because I’ve tried to forget those years too on many occasions. Time heals most wounds. I learned to trust persons. I gained friends who gave me Most important and opertunity, I learned to love people again. Never underestimate the sheer strength of the human heart.
For years I felt isolated and lonely. Lonely isn’t a topic one brings up among friends watching SportsCenter. It’s a "black cloud" topic. It was difficult to admit that I had failed at the very decision I’d been taught was the most important one I’d ever make.
I lived Chhauni Kathmandu. started little job in plastic industry . I didn’t have friends or family to share my feelings. I had to pick myself up and get on with my life. That’s a valuable skill for me. so I proud for me too.
They are a simple and first part of my life in Kathmandu. That struggle period moving to Seattle and working for some of the reputed company for me. I contact with academic persons. And they put me in a position where I was lucky enough to meet…………….
Yes, I have so many memories I’d prefer to forget to my mind, cann't. I think with the bad comes good. Even when it’s hard to find under a pile of mixed emotions of my life in Kathmandu.
That’s how life works. I no longer look back at those years as a miserable slice of life I’d soon forget. It was a time of growth, pain, learning, and humility.
All of which are worth keeping…………………

Meeting With Prime Minister

Federation of Nepalese Journalists (FNJ) Team meet with Prime Minister Puspakamal Dahal Prachanda at PM’s official residence at Baluwatar Thursday at 12 pm. FNJ submit a memorandum demanding action against the killing of Dhanusha-based radio journalist Uma Singh’s killers.
In the meeting Prime Minister Prachanda expressed commitment to take action against the guilty of the killing of journalist Singh. Mentioning that the murder has shocked the government, the PM said with journalists, “Whoever is responsible for the killing won’t be able to escape.” Dahal who is also the Maoist Chairman, however, said that even the Maoist cadres will be punished if found guilty.
Nepali journalists’ umbrella organization, the FNJ announced a five-day protest programme yesterday demanding action against the murderers, security for journalists in Terai, proper respect for slain journalist Singh from the state and security for her family, among others.
Journalist Singh was murdered on Sunday night by an unidentified group of 20 men. Even after five days, no arrests have been made so far. A report earlier said that the police had arrested four men suspecting their involvement in the killing. However, their identity was not made public. Singh is believed to be the first female journalist to be murdered.
In the meting I was also participate as a reporter. When I heard commitment from prime minister I didn't believe actually. Lets see how will Prime minister action to criminal groups………..

HaPpY NeW YeAr 2009

New is the year; new are the hopes and the aspiration. New is the resolution, new are the spirits and forever my warm wishes are for you who is reading my blog……I would like to say HaPpY nEw YeAr 2009.It's so cool tonight, may be 3 degree salacious in out of my room. I am at my room wearing sweeter, trouser, socks….. Now it is 12 o'clock. Some friends send me wishes message. It's coming now too. Its New Year's Eve today and I am feeling quite good. I feel good is because today I received some very pleasing information like In the situation of economic crisis Nepal basically tourism area Thamel and some hotels and restaurants are got tourists including Nepalese also. I spent my 28 years in Nepal. I born in Nepal, I already mention it in my profile. I celebrate 10 new years which I can remember. When I came in kathmandu then I knew about the celebration of new year. Now a day I' m writing all of the little details down so that I won't forget this moment too. I love you all and hope you have a great New Year's Eve and an even better new year. New Year Eve Celebrations are taking place around the country. Many hotels, restaurants, bars have promoted the event in newspapers, TV, magazines. I also write news about New Year this evening. May be you heard me In Radio.My Dear Friend I didn't write more than this...............I will write further in my next article……..
HAPPY NEW YEAR 2009
May this New Year bring u a lot of Happiness In your Life?