Ethnic Federal States – WTF

I don’t hold a good grasp on the concept of “federalism”,
but to enforce federalism into the nation on the basis of ethnicity – I say that’s a load of crap.

I am a Newar and look at the size of Newa-State they (the Supreme Maoist party) have proposed. It’s tiny, way too tiny compared to other proposed states.

Prashanta Jha seems to be optimistic about it, though. And, the proposed 14 states (14 fucking states in a country this small a size).

May be the ethnic, indigenous Newar people of the Kathmandu valley deserves this Nepali people deserve this!

Baaje ko Sekuwa

And while you Manokranti warriors keep pooping on my blog, you can suck on this one.

Probably the best sekuwa – center in Kathmandu – Baaje ko Sekuwa, Gairidhara ! You get em all, sekuwa, sukuti, kalejo, chusta and more ! Go there and eat.

 

If you were…

…thinking of watching these movies, DON’T !

When will Nepali movies (and their promo posters) stop sucking !

Why the fuck not !

I mean why the hell not, if you can get a thesis done for Rs 7500.

Took this photo while I was walking around Bagbazaar area, which is famous (rather notorious) for millions of coaching/tuition/study abroad centers. It was this right in front of the gates of Padma Kanya College. How fitting !

Nepal’s education system under Tribhuwan University is roughly like this:

Bachelor’s in Arts – 3 years
One exam at the end of each year (First year, Second year and Final year)
You just get registered on one of the TU affiliated colleges, preferably Tri Chandra, Padma Kanya, Min Bhawan, etcs.
Your attendance does not count, which means, you don’t need to show up to the classes.
Attend the yearly exam each year.
Apply for transcripts and certificates (which might be a lengthy process)

Master’s in Arts – 2 years
Join a TU affiliated college.
Submit your thesis proposal somewhere around the second half of the second year.
Forget about it because you have 5 YEARS to do research and submit the thesis.

Here’s the thing that’s called – pain in the ass. Since most of these students (so called students) need to finish the masters just for certificate (why, it’s a long story.. may be later) – the thing you need to do for thesis is a pure burden. Literature reviews. At least a solid research with loads of questionnaires, surveys, focused interviews and data collection, tabulation, presentation. Hypothesis. Conclusion. This certainly takes time – 6 months, may be a year, may be two. Heck what a pain in the ass.

Long story cut short:

This guy has probably figured out the trouble these MA students have to go through, he’s here to extend his sincere help. He probably is a teacher or a lecturer or a professor and he’s needs quick bucks. You need ready made thesis (obviously with some modifications that you require to make it look an original research).
Just dial the guy up, do him a favour, do yourself a favour.

Did he surprise himself ?

Who would’ve thought he’d bail out with almost a decade left to go, left to die ! He must have had surprised himself.
Anyways, you’re dead !

I mean… She is Rekha Thapa

… the photos remained in my hard disk for almost six months. I never thought I would be posting them, but SHARING is fun. It just so happened that yours truly’s girlfriend somehow was present during the shooting of Rekha Thapa’s one of the movies. Knowing that how big a fan I am of Rekha Thapa, she (who really can’t stand even a slightest mention of Rekha Thapa) took some photos for me ! How sweet !!!

I mean, well.. umm.. yeah.. Rekha Thapa, I mean.. she is so !!!

The Wait

The Wait!

But of course, religion is business. Probably, the concept of business evolved simultaneously with the origin of religion. Just like in any other business, there are big dogs and small dogs, cunning dogs and brainless dogs.

And, sadly, these are like waiting dogs type. They can never be the “mul-purohit” or “guru pujari” of the temple they work at. I just wonder, do these “street pundits” ever dream about becoming the mul-purohit of the Pashupatinath temple? The biggest dog in the business.

I think they do. I think they resent the fact that some Indian national is holding the biggest post in their business and they curse and they spit and they curse and they go on about waiting on that corner of the temple.

[Photo taken at: Dakchinkali Temple. And, OK, I have to admit. The photo lies. Some 10 or so people swarmed onto these guys right after I took the picture.]

My Post in Months

But our country remains the same, and even worse.

No constitution
No government (legitimate)
No electricity
No peace process (now the UNMIN’s out)

Still so many stuffs to be pissed about, rant and rave about and be fucking angry about.

Took that picture in Chobar recently and saw more reasons to be pissed about.

Gyanendra-goot murdabaad ! Syandendra-goot murdabaad ! Makuney-goot murdabaad ! Chyakuney-goot murdabaad ! Prachandey-goot murdabaad ! Koirala-goot murdabaad ! Soirala-goot murdabaad ! Dhoti-goot murdabaad ! Constitution-goot murdabaad ! Sonstitution-goot murdabaad ! Sabai jana murdabaad !

myaakuney jasto !

SILENCE.HUNGER

It’s pitch black dark on the road. Must be because of the power cut. The head light of my bike has been dimmer for some months now. Can’t see clearly what’s ahead. It is around 8 in this cold winter evening and my stomach makes horrible gurgles. I haven’t eaten for several hours. No lunch break.

I am about to turn left to the main street. I see a cop, frantically gesturing me to stop. He’s carrying a little stick – points towards me. He yells on the top of his lungs, “oii bike, stop it over, right there”.

Oii bike, huh. That’s the way they speak to the commoners. Oii cycle, oii bike, oii black shirt, oii white pant. Oii taxi. Oii kukkur. Cops. Pigs.

I’m annoyed. With calmness I inquire –
“What’s the matter, police dai?”
Fuck, I “Police dai” him.

“Didn’t I say to stop the bike immediately?”

 “Yes you did. And I did comply. What’s the matter?”

“Don’t you see? It is a Sawaari”.

Shit.

The main street, which leads out to the big entrance of Singha Durbar, has been emptied out. I now see, on both sides of the street, there are blue-shirts every 10 meters or so apart. Some big fuss. Blue-shits.

The lone statue of Prithivi Narayan Shah must have heard me and scoffed. Oii bike. Police dai.

Oh yeah, I remember. UN Secretary General Ban Ki Moon has just landed Kathmandu on his special jet. And he is to attend a dinner with the prime minister in Singha Durbar.

Hunger creeps in.

The blue-shirt is just doing what he has been told to do. But, Oii bike, seems rude and insulting to me. I am merely a bike. A thing. His voice – still echoing in my head. Oii bike. Cops treat shit. I hate pigs.

I look around and see a couple of cart-vendors. They too are waiting for Mr Ban. That pig must have said “oii gaadaa”.

“Hello, how much longer do we have to wait here?” I ask.
“Don’t know. 5. 10. 15 minutes.”
Damn.

I know it’s the Mr. Ban Ki Moon’s “sawaari” coming but I just want to get home asap and eat like a pig.

The cop paces around. Loiters. Lurks. His stick dangling on his right hand. There’s no sign of any revolving light yet. No siren. No sign of long line of shiny black cars.
Shit.
Silence.
Only hunger.

Shouldn’t Surprise Anyone Though

A union of school teachers, affiliated to the Communist Party of Nepal (Maoists), demonstrated a highly “innovative” style of protest a few days ago in Saptari.

They brought all the students of a local primary school at Kalyanpur of the district to the highway and had them sit across the road, spread their books and study while blocking transportation movement.

Innovative, indeed – not that the Maoists had not used students during their political rallies (and child soldiers in their armed guerilla).

Photo: Rajesh Jha/Saptari