David Beckham visits Nepal 

David Beckham, there's none who wouldn't know him, I guess. The popular footballer who played for England National Team, Manchester United, Real Madrid and so on is a hearthrob to many and I am certainly not the one to be missed from the category.

 Back into the school life , we didn't actually go to library to read books, we went only to check newspapers and magazines if there were any photos of our idols esp. David Beckham. Then we'd tear the newspapers and bring back to paste in our diary where we'd collect innumerable photos of the one we adored. Somehow there was little competition among boys who would collect as many as possible.

I was never fond of stickers. However, my friend Kaveit was a real cartoon lover. He would buy every single sticker that entered the market and then he'd also buy stickers of David Beckham and . share me some so I'd paste in my diary. I remember how great fan we were back in our school days that the stars flowed more faster than the blood in our veins.

OK, let me share you once what had happened at the library room. I entered in the library room in a short period alone because Wimbledon Open was running at that time. Then, I flipped through the newspapers and suddenly beautiful photos of Maria Sharapova, my favourite female tennis player caught my eyes and I completely devoured my eyes for few seconds on the  girl clad incredibly in a white dress. I couldn't help but immediately tear that photo.

Unfortunately, what could have been the worst,in the room full of silence, the sound of the tearing of paper echoed the whole hall-charayak. My Librarian with no delay stared greedily upon me, I turned red to blue, full of fear collecting all my guts to ask for sorry.

But then he wasn't that mean, he asked which I wanted  so that he would cut finely by scissors instead of letting me tear haphazardly. Oh f***, I felt like I was in cloud nine and soon collected the photos.

Back to the topic, few days back I was surfing the net and came to know Beckham would be coming to Nepal for a shoot of a documentary. After reading that my soul nearly left my body wondering if I could also meet, No at least take a glimpse upon his sporty body and arms and hands inked with Devanagiri script too. But as I read I came to know that he'd play football with the local kids somewhere in the himalayan trails at the north. Still, I was over the moon to know that the living legend was soon to come at Nepal and not India or any other countries.

After few days I told my friend Kaveit,"Hey, Beckham is coming to Nepal." He replied. "Oh, Shut up , this must be a lie. You must have read a false news." And I avoided him since he barely read the news and had deactivated his facebook account. Also why he wouldn't because, it was like once in a lifetime that the biggest superstar was about to visit one of the smallest country. Then I tweeted in my twitter account, " These days, nachahido news yeti failinchha ki sacho real news bhanda ni pattaunai chhadisake."

 which meant useless news got spread more that people gave up believing the real news. The condition of the country is deteriorating and so is the standard of media.

Then one fine morning at my office premises, I scrolled my facebook home page along with the sip of  tea. Lord, my heart stopped to pound to see that  Beckham had already landed to Nepal and reached Bhaktapur to play with kids. The following 3 days flooded with his photos only topping from the cover page of all National Dailies to display picture of people's profile of social networking sites.

I literally felt too sad to know that I could do nothing than stare at photos which I had been doing from long. Even Kathmandu felt like overseas ,Unreachable. Several thoughts ran into my mind that people at the airport might have taken the photos . But later I read that he had come on his own jet. God! Did he own his own jet? Omg, is he the Christian Grey we knew and wondered each time from the 50 Shades of Grey?

How lucky, he has been for everything what he is today, a Goodwill Ambassador of UNICEF along with famous football player and a model too. He's indeed an inspiration to many and a reason to smile for all.

Above all I felt happy for he came to my country which has mourned due to losses of lives of thousands
leaving many injured followed by political instabilities, strikes and crisis due to blockades at borders. 

Nepal topped it again. I pray for the quick revival of the country from all the losses and many people from all around the globe come to visit Naturally Nepal, it's virgin beauty that are sure to leave everyone spellbound. 

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Lost and Lost

For everyone,personal belongings,  how cheaper or expensive, big or smaller it may be, it certainly carries a unique worth. Many beautiful memories inside and the joy of owning it for long. You can't help yourself when it moves away from you.
 To me, the same thing turned it out last evening. My  Iphone 4 walked away from me, may be was tired of staying with me for long or was due to my carelessness without even realizing where and at what time I lose and thus my heart is wrecked for everything that happened which repeated for the 3rd time. In a totla I lost 3 phones and there's no calculation what other things have I already lost till today.
  I'd take cash money to shop but drop it somewhere on the path. Oh yeah! I lost school badges once in every 2 weeks. From pens, pencils to mufflers, umbrellas and keys and many other things. But I tell you, I wasn't the one who did of carelessness but  the thing is I'm really forgetful, hence, each time I try to avoid, shitt happens
Whatever, I had the best of the best things stored in my phone. As soon I possessed it from my aunt who sent me from UK I took selfies for million times. I'm not very technology freak, so sometimes I felt I owned a smartphone just for a camera and instagram for ofcourse. So yeah, I had too many beautiful photos waiting to be stored on my PC. There were the screenshots and downloads from Instagram, Facebook and Twitter because they were either simply damn amazing or inspiring and yeah some hillarious too. Therefore I'd scroll my photo gallery everytime I got bored and had nothing to do.
Furthermore, I had Itube app filled with songs of 1D, Enrique, COD, parodies and many more else. You know what my niece of class 5 and nephew of class 3 were so much addicted to 1D. I didn't even realize they had already started to sing some English songs. My family in a whole were surprised to have seen their love for English music at a tender age. And this had already been inherited to my little niece of 3 yrs who'd come each time and ask me to unlock the password so that she would play 1D songs. She would always come and say,"Mama, I don't I don't sunne." Ridic yeah? Eventually everyone would burst into huge, loud laughter. Later as she'd start listening, she'd have her own baby lyrics and excitement. Ah..!! her another favourite one was Baby I... wanna love.... you. by Arluv Gurung and would then dance like a Drunkard in the Dark.
Additionally, I've an abundant love for literature. I jot down every single thoughts that run inside my mind. I brainstorm for some minutes and end up like a kid from secondary school. But after months when I'd check , I 'd feel Wtf! Did I write this? I mean is this my own copyright? But then they were my own words and I'd have the sphinx-like-smile and the unique glow over my face. Therefore, I had ample of notes (short) some as a life-diary and some just as a rough creativity. Secretly, there were also the dates that stated my time spent with the loved ones, I now miss very dearly.
  So yeah and everything's gone. No longer tould my niece come and snatch my phone, no patience my photos would come back and the most importantly my antique, beautiful notes swayed away from me in such a tragic mode. Nevertheless, I still have a Samsung SII too for which people would tell me 'Dhani manchheko duita duita phone' hahaha. Actually iphone had my own personal sim and samsung had an official one. I can still buy a new one, ut there's a saying, "Old is Gold". I'd love to have an antique piece of it so that I could enstore in my wardrobe as the love, my aunt sent me after I moved to Delhi for further studies that helped me in million ways; skype often and the viber and the temple run and subway surfers and those indian shopping  apps  from where I did only waste my time searching to buy but ended only a single time to buy a novel 'The Monk who sold his Ferrari". You should go through it too.
  On that note Be careful for whilst you do anything.
 Have a wonderful weekend.

Kalabang Gharedi- Your next pocket destination

No doubt Nepal has always been a greater place for tourism. It has abundant possibilities to attract tourists from all around the globe. It hasn’t been long that homestay has been initiated by the Nepalese people basically in rural areas. We the JMDI Host Project team thus came with an idea of developing homestays in 2 villages; Kalabang Gharedi of Kaski and Ranagaon of Tanahaun. Let me tell you why Kalabang Gharedi can be the best homestay for you too.

1.     Beautiful mornings:- Nhe Aal Danda situated at the height of about 1500m above sea level offers you the magnificient view of sunrise and sunset. Besides you can clearly see the snow-caved mountain ranges, hills, green vegetation, the shimmering Phewa Lake and the Pokhara valley at a large. This is the place where you’ll feel the true eternity and peace.

2.   No more long travelling :- Kalabang Gharedi is just few kms away from Pokhara. While it was Pumdi Bhumdi VDC in the past, now it has been annexed to W.N 25 of Pokhara Sub-Metropolitan city. The public buses keep moving routinely. Or you can use your private vehicles for more comfortability because you will have to climb just 2kms stone paved roads from Siddhartha highway (Pokhara-Syangja). The next time you plan to visit Pokhara you should definitely spend your night at Kalabang.

3.  Hospitality like never before:- Hospitality of the villagers is something exemplary feature of Kalabang Gharedi. The villagers will treat you with great courtesy, warm welcome, pleasant stays. You won’t even realize that your heart has already been stolen by the villagers at the end of the trip.

4.     Dive into the world of diverse culture:- This place is highly inhabitated by Gurungs followed by Brahmins and Dalits. They will offer you the glimpses of rich ancient culture, traditions and costumes. At the evening after lunch they will show the Gurungs’ jhyaure, Brahmins’ Bhajan and Dalits’ ratyauli and panche baja in order to make cultural program more exciting.  There are temples, gumbas for place of worship.

5.       As you leave, you complete the research:- It's quite surprising that Kalabang Gharedi can be your place of research too. The villagers have grown coffee in large area of land. They are then sent for further processing into the industry and finally exported to Japan and many other countries. The organic coffee produced in Kalabang Gharedi has been awarded the best by international agencies.

6.       Gutsy people, fearless thoughts :- This village has even possibilities of developing the place as adventure tourism. The cyclists very often come to this place due to its steep, rocky and many other features of the land structures of the place. In a longer run the villagers have also given a thought about paragliding and bungee jump too.

7.       The birthplace of Amrit Gurung:- Who else doesn’t know Nepathya? The lead vocalist of the band Amrit Gurung hails down from the same village. Get into his house and feel the rhythms of his music.

You can't live in fear

Rambazar-15 Pokhara
1st floor
Approx 12pm
    I was watching M&S on youtube lying on my cozy sofa while my sisters were doing facial at my side. Suddenly light went off and wifi stopped too.Soon my sofa started trembling. Damn, it was Earthquake.I ran grabbed a bunch of keys but I found all keys the same; same shape and same size but i managed to choose exactly the right one and opened the channel gate. My elder sister held her 3 yr old baby who was sleeping at the next room while the next sister called the other kids at the house who were painting at the veranda. We then immediately rushed towards the street. Everything was real and devastating vivid on my naked eyes. The roads still shook along with the buildings, poles everything. The movements sounded like it was about to rain heavily along with hailstorms. The cries of women and babies added much to everyone's fear. After few minutes which was a bit long though stopped. We took a long deep sigh hoping it won't occur again. Oh god! i realized we were barefooted and my sister was on her face pack all white.
 We then sat by the side of road. This had already been telecasted by international medias thus got calls from everyone staying abroad but network hadn't worked well. Half an hour later, we climbed upstairs searched for radio and other supplies.As my head was spinning round and round I sat down on a chair. God again, my chairs shook then thought god wasn't going to show any mercy. Immediately we escaped swiftly back to street again.
The frequent tremor and aftershocks had already left every individuals to the saddest limit. None could predict what was going to be next. I realized how terrible it was to fight for life and how dear it is for everyone to live more. People might have realized wealth, luxuries, were nothing before disasters.
After that every Pokharelis had much fear that it might occur again. See it doesn't even take a single second to spread rumors. Social Networking sites made them much easier. We could neither stop believing them nor do anything else. We turned more vulnerable. My aunt and uncle live in Kathmandu. My family members got more worried about them.The frequent messages from other dear ones from Kathmandu made things more worse..
After quick dinner, I packed all my important stuffs.I couldn't manage to get into sleep. I tried after my body begged for some rest but poor my eyes would wake up after each minutes. I felt the floors shaken even when it wasn't. Once sofa shook again and it took my all dizziness away.The whole night I'd check the facebook and twitter, I'd see nothing besides the destructions and only destructions. How could I witnesss them?
I realized how hard it was to live in FEAR. I felt I would have died instead at once then to die every single second.There was no feeling of thirst nor hunger then. The only thing that striked my mind heavily was Earthquake and save as much as you can. The next second I felt I was sure to die not of Earthquake but of Heartattack.
The next morning I found myself lying on the floor on the corridor . I had somehow managed to sleep late in the early morning.
Then again during breakfast I scrolled down my facebook and twitter pages. The news feed were all covered with the condolences , prayers and thoughts from all around the globe. The devastating pictures left me speechless and awestruck.Who had thought Nepal would have to witness all this sufferings and disasters. The last time I could hear about Haiti and Japan, that day it was Nepal , my country incredibly beautiful naturally, culturally.I had a serious pain to know about the aids from the international countries and sectors all for Nepalese. My heart broke into pieces and eyes burst into tears.
I could no longer hear news or surf internet. I died within me. I was in real search of my soul.

As Time passes by

Everything you do; good or bad, time keeps moving at its own pace. The past remains a memory, memory which either leaves you with an achievement or provides you lesson to not repeat mistakes again.

One of my friend rightly says,"Don't just exist, LIVE." I've just started to live and shall continue to live every single second to make it a better one. I always thought Money was everything. Fancy dresses, restaurant foods, luxuries fascinated me more and I felt they were the key elements to Happiness.

To a merely 20 yr old me, Happiness was fulfillment of immediate desires, pockets full of money. I wanted to be economically rich. But to a grown up adult me today with many obligations on my shoulders, I believe Happiness is when I see someone smile with little efforts of mine. I assure you all you will definitely live everyday when the little charmness evolve on your face. You will feel more lively.

Here's wishing you all a very Happy New Year 2072. May you all have a wonderful year ahead.

God bless you