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?