Adventure as a part of life…..

Adventure as a part of life…..

Adventure when understood in a general perspective is about some risky activity. It is general notion that women are beyond their capacity to meet the demands of adventure. It is always outstanding and noticeable when women do some adventurous activities. I understand adventure as living in the edge notion which was once told to me by one of the person involved in the field of adventure. He has profound experience in Kayaking which can be proved by his expedition with one of his friend from Trisuli to the Bay of Bengal the only one of its kind. Regardless, there are still many women indulged in this field. One recent example can be stated with the succession of few women from different ethnic groups to summit Everest in the coming season of 2008 . They did it……..Bravo!!!!!

I too have some inclination towards these adventurous activities and my hobby to swim, exercise and to experience thrill have added some knots on it to support me to cling on it. I doubt if I have fear of height but I am proving it wrong soon. No worries!!! My educational background which is moreover towards development sector do not permit me get into it full fledge but my personal interest swerve me to get into it at least to possible and desired extent of mine. And how could we undermine tourism sector as this contributes a lot in the country’s economy. It is to be fully agreed that every sector has special network and dependency to the other sector varying from less to more. One of my friends involved in the field of adventure, and member of the same Youth Organization as I am said me once “I am in this organization so that I can share my experience with Nepalese youth about adventure. It is distressful to say that only some of the people in this field know about adventure while most of the people have concept that adventure is for Foreigners only.” This shows up his passion to do best in his sector and give his best contribution in the sector he is related to. Bravo!!!!!!

It was being part of that Youth organization that I had some outlet towards this adventure. The outdoor training sessions along with blanket of million stars in the beach at night made my inclination much stronger. Trust me, it was the first time, I swam across Trisuli with life jacket and helmet on. The rafting and splashes of water over the face with thrill and enthusiasm and jumping in the calm water to chill out is something you never forget. The turn over of Kayak as beginner thrills you and for a while it makes you panic but remember “don’t panic, company has send good safety kayakers hehe…” this is what makes you feel good and safe.

Rock climbing and my muscle cramp” gosh!!!” have become synonyms for me. As I think of rock climbing,” muscle cramp” passes sway as swift as possible. It was fun cum thrill. That was just the beginning .Many rocks are to be climbed in the days to come either the rocks which are the source for the soil or the rocks that are on the way to my success in life.

Recently , to be more clear just yesterday i met my adventurous friends , who have started exploring flora in high altitudes, surveying and clicking about the community radio and its impact and nevertheless perfect photography of fauna in national parks.

There are many adventures in each and every aspect of life (not necessarily always and only associated with adventure tourism) on the way and to make the difference, it is essential to face it with excitement and courage rather than escaping from it.

All the best!!!!

First rain of the spring :)

Cool rain drops ,”Wow”thought strikes with excitement. It reminds of farmers ploughing and sowing seeds for growing crops, the thing that people work day and night for. No wonder we can’t enjoy these things residing in busy street with puddles, pollution caused by vehicles of our very own Katmandu After unbearable summer season the showers from sky makes me feel as I am having showers of joy. Each drop worth million dollars.
Like me, most of my friends too love this season. Whenever my “bhai”sees black clouds in the sky bringing up excitement of showers he never misses to say “Today weather has challenged got to go for psycho jhol (mo:mo)”every one loves to have hot tea in this type of weather .Rain drops pattering on the roof brings up wonderful music and birds sing with it. Beautiful songs have been created addressing this nature of Mother Nature. There are numerous romantic,tragedic songs based on the rain drops..

I recall Daz saying “Asare mahina ma pani paryo rujhaune…” tragedic song yet so so heart touching…& i totally agree on that Daz..it is the fact that the song is based on the rainy season…

and this is how Jaz goes” Sawan barse tarase dil…” is the first and foremost striking song with the first rain drop..so romantic!!!
For me there are uncountable numbers….from Thank you to Rain is falling chama cham cham…
I love the drizzling environment but there is something annoying, and that is puddle with rainwater mixed with drainage nearby. I, being resident around Ason, know that the narrow street during this season is unimaginable.
I always have to catch microbus for my college from Jamal and in this season, I struggle really very hard to save myself from splashes and muddy piles .I jump here and there, balancing myself in order to save my shoes getting my socks wet, which is the worst part, and drainage system of this area,”alas”no outlet for water collected in the puddle and splashes by young bike-riders are usual. This incident makes one annoyed but it embarrasses rather when everybody stares and their eyes speaks with satisfaction” Thank God, the splash was on her, I am safe”. At that time I consider may be my luck today is so-son or difficult, it is just bad start of my day and I console myself. Sometimes the condition is so worst that water is collected is such a way that there is no other option except going across this muddy one feet swimming pool paddling by legs with jeans. No wonder while doing so we knock upon rocks beneath and forced ahead falling, anyhow we balance by kneeling down till then whole body would have nice swim of smelly drainage water.
Till then already late for college, running with full energy without caring about splashes of muddy drops made by our own feet over our dress. When we enter microbus fully wet, everybody staring and even one won’t be able to sit comfortably on seat. As he microbus leads to our destination heartfelt of curses are expressed for those politicians who claims that road transportation is important infrastructure of development who have forgotten to pave the heart street of Katmandu( Kathmandu Metropolitan city ho re…is it some kind of joke!!) not to talk about inaccessible remote parts of the country.

Holi re….

Finally it’s a day before “Holi” and also the last day of illegal bombardment.hehee….
And its already spring. “Welcome Spring 2008″!!!
Happy Holi to all and wish your life be filled with all the bright colors of holi.
Enjoy and do let me know about the way you celebrated hai.

Donno what to say :(

Students @ the other side….I always envy not being so much politically aware as the students in the government college .I see them actively involved in the protest against petroleum hikes, for the consumer rights, in the active politics of the country. I too have gathered some knowledge regarding the current situation with the curriculum in my college. This is for to let us think the change agents of the society can also be turned out to be like this. Holi has rather taken the form of rather ill practice overlapping its pure and colorful belief. The same students who are seen protesting in the streets are seen these days in the terrace of renowned college “TC” to throw the water bombs to the girls and ladies passing from Jamal stop. I was walking through the sky bridge to get my tempo to my college and heard someone passing me the comment that ” Lau abo majja le lola khane bhayo ani ramrari bhijincha pani “which meant “huh she is gonna get good hit of water bombs and will get fully wet”. How ridiculous is that!!! Those guys assumed the condition of girls and ladies passing through that lane of about 25 metres. The distance had piles of plastics scattered and water all over.I could hear two ladies cursing them for one of them had faced the water bomb and them hurrying towards their office.I wonder these students have once strike for the environment protection and had protested in front of the office of safe drinking water. These students need to be the ones protesting the ill phenomenon of Holi rather they are standing as 5 feet tall wall over the terrace. It’s an agony. In Aajtak today I heard of the news in which one brother and sister got beaten severely in the Delhi bus stop when the brother rebelled against the rowdy boys throwing colors and water to his sister.If these sorts of activities are continued then the day’s not far Katmandu valley and the other cities of the country start facing similar incident as that of Delhi incident. 

Pratham lekh blog ma bishayak Holi

Holi Re….

It was fabulous wedding party and we enjoyed it. We were then returning home .It was 4pm then. It was at Ason the centre of capital where one boy hit us with plastic full of water. The pain was in one part while the stinking water on our “clean” dress was so pathetic. In lack of clean drinking water at least in the valley I just can assume the water filled must be either from the underground tube well or water collected in the drainage. Valley people are these days used to with the alternate day of tap water supply and useless pump machine in absence of electricity. I turned back to scold those boys with water bombs rather they were teasing us using foul words. Gosh!!! We again headed our way. Then comes another shot and fortunately it was missed.

I turned the calendar as soon as I reached home to see when HOLI, the festival of color was but these days it is rather the bombardments of water pouch with rather stinking water that too before so many days. It was from the discussion with my frens that I got to know that these bombardments have already been started in every nook and corner and it’s high time to be safe from those.

The spot when the water bombs can be noted easily while walking with the splashes and the plastics around. The exact spot would be mouth of volcano and the splashes would be molten lava thus the around territory would be dangerous zone for me. My heart starts pounding when I walk around that zone and there are reasons for that. Several examples of previous holi just screens before me. The latest one was hard splash over my face leaving my power glasses broken on the road. I was out of my mind due to pain and was numb. Guessed it was somewhere from the skyscrapers building where people walking on the road would look like petty insects for some of the so called social animals habituated of inhumane behaviors.

I could see boys walking so comfortably with the water bombs in their hands and posing threats to the females passing nearby. The hits are also targeted to sensitive parts of female body which depicts a kind of mental and sexual harassment towards females. Some of the female would really turn back to give tight slap to the bomb attackers though. Most of the attackers would be in groups and they would act as a gang to harass the females if in turn they give harsh respond to the bomb attackers. The people around would either remain quite or simply enjoy the “happening” scene or in some case they would give evil stare to the female instead.

Abira ya holi..ta chaya lya lyase….Abira changu khwa hysi dyekabi

This Newari song would be just song in the days to come and the way people playing with full of joy with multi colors is being overlapped by the pain and agony. I have started hating the festival; I too pick up stones nearby to hit or at least to threaten “no option left right?”

Sumeruh