Friday, December 29, 2006

About Himalayan Xpressions in Door County, WI


Hello & Namaste !

My name is Prem Lama and I am from Nepal. I grew up in Helambu, which is 140 km. north of Kathamandu. I came to the capital city, Kathmandu around late 80s. For a decade I lived in the city doing multiple things, such as Garment factory worker to a trekking guide in the mountains. In August 2001 I came to the US for my undergraduate degree and graduated in December 2003 from the University of Wisconsin Green Bay, that is where I met my wife Kimberly (Kim for short). We got married in September 2004.

Before I came to the US. I had a vision to help my country and fellow men. While I was back in Nepal with the help of my Japanese friends Susumo Matsumoto and Ai San, I was able to bring some help to my village for some local schools. They sent me boxes full of school items such as pencils, crayons, games, erasers, and color books etc. So far, we were able to give such things twice for those village kids, where poverty & ignorance play a big role. So, I wanted to continue this help to those schools and other unprivileged children but how? Because of the very thought this Himalayan Xpressions, LLC was born in summer of 2005.

Himalayan Xpressions, LLC is not just another moneymaker, it’s not just a business but it’s a business with awareness, it’s a shop with the meaning and value. What we do is buy locally in Nepal to uplift the economy of locals, whose whole earning depends upon making these products and selling them. Since Nepal has entered the world of uncertainty because of political chaos, people’s earning is going down the hill everyday. Some take advantage of this situation because they can buy from dealers and dealers would exploit the workers to make cheaper products. Now, this is what I feel, these craft makers should be given credit and they should be able to earn decent living by doing the same thing what they have been doing for generations. So, our priority is to locals and by doing that we bring quality yet first hand products and ideas to the North East Wisconsin, US. How is this done? My sister Purnima Lama in Kathmandu, Nepal collects and organizes all the inventories from locals and producers and gets involve with different Women’s organizations for craft & cottages for better economy.

My vision is not only support the economy but also education. Without education, I am sure you would not be reading this message. So, Kim (my wife) and I decided to help children of Nepal as much as we could. For that purpose I give talks on “Places & Faces of the Himalaya” presentation through picture slide to local libraries, schools, clubs and gatherings. So far I was able to give presentation four times and interests are growing. One day I want to make it happen through the help of generous people like you. As Mahatma Gandi have best said, “You must be the change you wish to see in the world”.

Please feel free to browse & buy from the store because the intention behind the store idea is very simple, to help others. When you buy, you are not only helping us but also it helps Nepal. Remember, a drop in ocean still means a lot.

Prem Lama
www.himalayanxpressions.com
Also our new idea for the new generation.

Wednesday, November 15, 2006

Himalayan Pictures.

"Helping Hand" an organization dedicated to Nepal her people!



Thursday, August 17, 2006

eKantipur.com - Nepal's No.1 News Portal

Visa & empire of indifference



By ABHI SUBEDI


The old Rana Lal Durbar in the heart of Kathmandu without the vibrant Yak & Yeti Hotel wore the look of a deserted palace that morning of 27 July 2006 also. Like many Asian baroques it was neither a museum nor a vibrant house. It was languishing in a twilight zone between the two. Two wings in the north-western side of the palace that house casino and the American consular office, however, looked vibrant. I stood in a long queue of young people waiting to be hauled up to the second floor. Standing in queue with my host's financial affidavit signed by his solicitor, letter of invitation, air ticket details and academic documents to apply for a week's visa to attend American writers' programme in New York, I became conspicuous among the young people. Felt a certain gloom suddenly when I saw these talented youths merge into a pattern and become a stream that was flowing into the unknown.
They must have been 10 years old when the state-Maoist war began in this country. They grew with the news of deaths, bombs, kidnappings, disappearances and images of child soldiers slain by the army and paraded on green turfs to please their supreme commander-in-chief. The Maoists committed a crime by recruiting the child soldiers and the army committed crimes by slaying them indiscriminately. But the other youths worked day and night through these difficult years and graduated from schools and 10+2 colleges. Their parents watched them like sentries until such times when they would be ready to flee the turbulent 'motherland'!

As a close observer of the hippie movement, I felt that this mini-exodus of Nepali youths looked like the reversal of the historical journeys of the American youths in the late sixties and early seventies who came to Nepal to escape the Vietnam War, compulsory military service and the imperial indifference to their aspirations. As I was looking at the sea of these youths' faces with some unease, a friendly guard called us upstairs. Many more youths were waiting there for their turns in the interviews with the consuls who looked distant and were speaking in official styles behind six windows. We were the most senior people for some time until other senior people came into the room.

I heard these youths explain in very clear English before the consuls what they wanted to achieve. I heard the cries of agony in the discourse of some when their statements turned into plea. The consuls who meet 500 such people each day naturally do not see that human side. Those who interview many naturally look like the indifferent Church priests who listen to people's secret confessions. Physically challenged people, refugees and the EDV-wallas go in the afternoon, they told me.

Ironically, Nepalis have made the six American consuls who listen every day to the pleas, agonies and aspirations of every sector of this society the screens on which they see the cinema of their own Nepali turbulent history and their dreams. Each one pays heavy fees to see the cinema. Naturally, most are advised to try again.

It is said that the Nepali youths are given visa out of kindness. That is untrue. The country's weak economy is used to exoticise the otherness of the Nepalis. In reality, America needs the Nepali youths more because the Americans know that these Nepali youths have no metaphysical agenda, no plans to rock and terrorise the Americans, and no plans to get training on American soil to start star wars there. As all the records show, they are honest and very intelligent.

A woman behind the window asked me "will you return? You seem to have visited so many places. How come? Are you retired?" I started wondering if she had read any of my papers. She said to me as she has been saying to these brilliant but tense students—"try again". I said, "No, I don't have time". Like the protagonist in BP Koirala's story Shatru in whose room does a stick drop from nowhere making him guess who could be his enemy, I too began to wonder why American visa was denied to me. Was it because of my democratic disagreements with the American Ambassador's interpretation of Nepali politics or America's call to the Nepali parties to accept King Gyanendra's first misleading offer in my earlier essays? But I knew as if in a flash, it was none of these. Who would bother to read my essays and say, "Oh, so you are a professor, a writer, one of the important promoters of American studies? Good! Come this way, please!"

The reality is that no country can give visa to every applicant. Moreover, home country's political system is also responsible for the spontaneous exodus like the hippies or the Nepali youths. But America consciously exercises the luxury of the grand indifference syndrome, because according to Michael Ignatieff, this empire exercises 'hegemony without colonies'. This borderless empire rules the tides of migration, and 'try again' is the mantra of that indifference syndrome.

I walked out of the old Rana house wiser and unburdened.

Friday, June 23, 2006

Happy Birthday to Dalai Lama


Dedicated to Dalai Lama on his 71st Birthday

Oh Rimpochhe (reincarnated one), Tashi Delek (Greetings in Tibetan), we wish you well & wish you all the best on your effort to restore Tibet back into place.

Oh Guru of Gurus, you have led millions of Tibetan well and you have been good at keeping peace in others.

Oh the Ocean of Wisdom, your path is liberating to all and you have created this path to walk through for many.

Oh King of Tibet, We love you and admire you for who you are and what you have been doing for the cause of humanity.

Oh His Holiness, your idea of practicing compassion have not only opened your own peopleÂ’s eyes but million others.

Oh soft & gentle one, we wish your dream come true and may Buddha give you courage to be patience & even more kindhearted.

Oh great philosopher, your philosophy may spread in the world even in the remotest part of the world and in everyone‘s heart.

Oh spiritual leader, your spirituality may shine forever on this earth like a butter lamp in the dark night.

Oh enlightened one , I agree on your statement that “love acompassionons are basic necessities, not luxuries without them humanity will not survive”.

Oh the great compassion one, your ever lasting smile have inspired many and yet to come in the future.

Oh a simple monk, on this very auspicious occasion of your 71st birthday we wish you a very happy birthday.

Oh our Tenzing Gyatso La (original name), please accept our prayer Om Mani Padme Hung Hri as a gift on your birthday.

Prem & Kim Lama
Himalayan Xpressions LLC
Egg Harbor, Wisconsin

Thursday, May 25, 2006

A telephone conversation between mom (Nepal) & son (US)!

It is telephonic conversation between a mother in Nepal and a son in USA, Enjoy it. Received via email in Nepal from my friend's mom. The story could be based on fiction. Also if you cannot understand some words, I tried to translate it on the bottom.

Subject: Fw: Excellent! That's what it is
Date: Tue, 23 May 2006 12:31:05 +0530


Love you baba we are all fine here.

Muwa: Hello?

JC: It's me.

Muwa: Janardhan?

JC: Yes.

Muwa: The line's very clear today. Where are you calling from?

JC: Where else? From home. What's going on there? You must be relieved it's all over now.

Muwa: That's what everyone says. I don't get it. How is it over? It's not like Gyanendra announced he found unlimited supply of water and electricity. Personally I would choose water over Girija any day.

JC: I mean the uncertainty is over. at least you can go outside now.

Muwa: Where can I go? I'm 61 years old. My husband spends his entire time talking senseless politics with his hopeless friends. My only daughter lives in Denver, my only son lives in Contikut. Go where? All my grandchildren live in Denver or Contikut.

JC: It's Connecticut.

Muwa: Whatever ticket. it's not Putali Sadak.

JC: If you're that bored in Nepal, why don't you come over here? How many invitations do you need?

Muwa: And do what there? Your son doesn't speak a word of Nepali. You work 12 hours a day. Banita is too formal with me. What will I do in Contikut? I can't even go out for a walk, it's cold even in Baisakh. Move to Myemi next to Puskar uncle, I'll come.

JC: No city pays MBA like New York. That's why I'm here. I don't get paid like this if I move to Miami.

Muwa: How's Banita doing?

JC: She's right here laughing, listening to you. We're on the speaker phone.

Banita: Darshan Muwa.

Muwa: Darshan. How are you doing?

Banita: Not bad.

Muwa: Is he treating you right? I worry more about you than my money-obsessed son.
Banita: He doesn't have time to treat me badly. How's buwa doing?

Muwa: Like any 'Kaangresi' here, he's ecstatic. It's easier to be happy, I guess, when you have a very short memory. He really believes it's a victory. I think his blood-pressure drug makes him hallucinate.

Banita: (laughs). Nishant! Nishant! Come here, say darshan to hajurmuwa.

Nishant (in the background): I don't feel like talking to Dad's mom.

Muwa: What's he saying?

JC: He's in a bad mood.

Muwa: How come your son is always in a bad mood? If his father devoted some time to him, perhaps, his mood will change. I've never heard of a seven-year-old who's so eternally in a bad mood. If you have no time for him, why don't you take him to a child sikatryst and fix him?

JC: Banita will teach him a lesson, he listens to her.

Muwa: He needs both parents.

JC: Ok. We'll talk about him later. So how did you pass time during the 'Aandolan'?

Muwa: I knitted a sweater for your father.

JC: Why would you knit a sweater in April?

Muwa: I had to do something. remind myself I was alive. Unlike your father, I'm too old and too wise to be animated by watching people protest.

JC: Buwa must be captivated by all this. He must spend all his time on the phone.

Muwa: That he does. But there's no one on the other end listening. Everyone's talking here. No one's listening.

JC: That's politics.

Muwa: That's lunacy. We listen to a parrot for god's sakes. Nobody listens to nobody here. Everyone is running like a mad man with a flag and an opinion. This is mental.

JC: But things look different from here. For the better.

Muwa: I know your CNN is telling you it's a hope. Just remember my words. in six months from today these selfish, greedy, shortsighted leaders will be at each other's throat.

JC: You have to understand, whoever they are, leaders are important for democracy.

Muwa: Exactly my point. But what we have here are not leaders. These are protesters. Girija, Madhav, or Gagan, or who not, these are all protesters. Nothing more. A leader should be a protester, a diplomat, a philosopher, an intellect, an orator, and a listener. These so called leaders here are limited to being protesters. These people can't govern, they can only march. And if one party starts governing, the other parties start marching. It's such a vicious cycle that depresses the heaven out of me.

JC: Obviously I have not thought this through as much as you have. But trust me I have lived in a free country, in the end freedom works. When people start focusing on their survival paycheck, the country tames itself out. That's what Nepal needs.

Muwa: Work where? Who's providing the work? You think we have infrastructure for anything? And don't give me that American democracy lecture. I too have read American history. White people who owned black slaves, revolting against another group of lazier white people, is not a revolution. It's an irony. If British white people had revolted to free black slaves from American white people, then that could have qualified as a revolution. Your Wall's Tree white executives have brainwashed you.

JC: For someone who knows so much, how come you can't pronounce a single name correctly? It's not Wall's Tree. It's Wall Street. When you visited Wall Street three years ago, did you see any tree growing out of a wall?

Muwa: I wouldn't know. They didn't teach me pronunciation in Kanya Mandir. I didn't go to St. Xavier's. Anyways, I want to be remembered for what I say, not how I say it. Accent is for people who have no content.

JC: Well said. Sometimes I wish you were born in this country. It's weird that you don't seem to be moved by all this that's taking place in Nepal. What happened to my radical mother of Padma Kanya Campus 2022 Bikram Sambat?

Muwa: She grew up to understand that hope too has an expiration date

JC: I remember you were so excited in 1990.

Muwa: I was only 45. I was naïve.

JC: Would you rather the king have it all?

Muwa: I'd rather, your uncle, who marched for democracy everyday, not kick his servant in the stomach for accidentally spilling his tea. I'd rather people knew what democracy is about, before chanting and marching for it.

JC: Baldev uncle is a lunatic.

Muwa: Not just your Baldev uncle, everyone here's a lunatic. Nobody gets it until they don't have it. When they have it, they don't know what to do with it. So they abuse it. And they are back to not having it. and they march and protest for not having it.

JC: You're talking about democracy or servants?

Muwa: You know what I'm talking about. For people here, democracy is about the freedom to be corrupt. And those who are not corrupt, like your buwa, they are gravely ineffective and incompetent.

JC: Muwa listen, I'm being sincere now. People are not as wise as you are. They need a system. People like you can operate on your own. Think about it, you operated in spite of buwa. He doesn't know how to boil water. He never made a cup of tea in his 66 years. People like buwa need something to cling on to, because they don't function from within. You are self-sufficient and you have this can-do attitude, these changes won't have impact on your life, but for someone like buwa, who seeks hope elsewhere, what happened recently is an achievement.

Muwa: Save that, in case BBC interviews you.

JC: Was it a little over the top? Banita is laughing here.

Muwa: Kidding aside, you're right. Your buwa worries me. Sometimes I worry what he will do if something happens to me. The man takes everything for granted.

JC: Buwa is such a happy-go-lucky guy; you have to give him that. I've never seen him stressed out about anything. You worry about everything.

Muwa: Because I think.

JC: Buwa also thinks. Maybe not important stuff. I'm darn sure he is worried about Girija's health.

Muwa: You know your buwa still suffers from constipation once in a while. Every time he's constipated badly, he looks at me as if I'm going to help him with that too. I don't know how, but I can see in his eyes, begging for help. I think he wants me to push for him, I suppose.

JC: (laughter). You and your buwa jokes. Banita laughed so hard, diet coke came out of her nose. I'm pretty sure he is not at home right now?

Muwa: He went for a morning walk. Hasn't been back yet. Must be somewhere sipping tea and talking politics.

JC: He's a netaa. That's what they do.

Muwa: I don't get it. Someone like your buwa is a netaa in this country. He doesn't understand how a family runs. I'll guarantee you he doesn't know where his shaving cream is. How can someone like him help the government run this country? Don't you need to have some kind of experience of running something? At least some experience of running your own life?

JC: Guess not. Does he still snore?

Muwa: You bet. When your mind is that empty, everything must clog up on your nasal passage.

JC: (laughter). Banita is rolling on the floor again.

Muwa: You have a good wife, keep her happy.

JC: Don't spoil her. We're on the speaker phone.

Muwa: How are your didi and the rest in Denver?
JC: Dijju and the kids are fine. I talked to them last night. Vinaju, like Buwa, is very excited about this Aandolan thing. He keeps on sending mass emails with his opinion. He really writes horrible. both in English and in substance, he's really bad. It's embarrassing.

Muwa: I hear he's pretty good in computer.

JC: He's a very good computer programmer.

Muwa: That's the problem with us Nepali. We just can't stick to what we are good at. Your vinaju is a technical person, not an intellect. I don't get it why he has to show his weakness to the whole world by having an opinion?

JC: I can't agree more.

Muwa: What else is new in Contikut? Connect-ticket? Whatever?

JC: It sucks here. You know my grass in the front yard isn't that good this year. I don't know what to do. I spent hours last October fertilizing it.

Muwa: You must be devastated. And people say Nepal has a crisis.

JC: Very funny. By the way, did you guys have enough food during the curfew?

Muwa: We had enough rice and potatoes. Some days we ate rice and potatoes, and other days we had potatoes and rice.

JC: Someone needs to retire that joke, even you couldn't make that funny. How are our neighbors? How is Abhay? Any improvement?

Muwa: I wasn't going to bring this up, since you did. Abhay got shot in the rally. He was in a serious condition, but they're saying now he will be fine.

JC: Abhay? Who took him to the rally? He's mentally retarded. What kind of mentally retarded person takes a mentally retarded person to a rally?

Muwa: Protesters wanted a big number. To cater BBC, CNN, and Times of India, I suppose. Your uncle took his daughter to the rally.

JC: She's eleven.

Muwa: How do you think we got the parliament? Are you not happy we have a parliament now? Everything will be ok now.

JC: Sarcasm won't solve our country's problems either, muwa. For an argument's sake, forget about Girija, Deuba, and the others. this Maoist thing, it doesn't bother you?

Muwa: I wake up every morning at 5:30. Most of the days, there's no water to begin my day. I clean the pooja room and do my pooja, sweep the bedroom and make our bed. By that time your father's guests start arriving. I make at least four rounds of tea every morning. I help Narahari cook and clean. By the time I get a chance to breathe, it's already 11. Then there are other dozens of chores with cleaning and gardening and laundry and what not. I'm still fighting with my diabetes and blood pressure. Then there are other headaches like five-hour long load shedding. Tell me what time of the day should I worry about the Maoists?

JC: You need a break. Come over.

Muwa: Fix your son, I'll come.

JC: Now you're being harsh.

Muwa: I heard him call me 'Dad's mom'. I can't pronounce like you, but I understand English.

JC: Trust me he will be punished. Banita wants to say something.

Banita: Muwa, I was praying that you didn't hear that. I'll make sure he gets punished.

Muwa: You guys are really naïve. How can you guys make him interested in us by punishing him? When I say fix him, I meant fix him by fixing yourself. Especially you, Janardhan. Pay attention to your kid, spend time with him, tell him about his family, your childhood, your parents, your sister, make him understand the concept of being a family. Fix your home first, there are enough people in the street to worry about Nepal.

JC: It's not like I'm not trying. My work is very demanding.

Muwa: No job on this planet is more important than being a good parent. Your buwa may have flaws, but he was a great father. When you were kids, you and your sister enjoyed every second of your time with him.

JC: I'm not that old not to remember that. You don't know how much dijju and I appreciate that. We were talking about that even last night.

Muwa: You do the same. Save time for your family. By the way, you seem to have developed a whole lot of interest in your country lately.

JC: Because it's everywhere, on TV, on the Internet. Everywhere. The entire world is watching Nepal. It's an important event.

Muwa: Trust me it's not important. What you did was important. Leaving this country was important. I was looking at the rally on TV the other day; it occurred to me, any person in that crowd, any one of them, if he is given a visa to America, he will leave this country in a heartbeat. Good ones and lucky ones have already left. What you saw on TV was the gathering of residues. Those who have not found a way to escape. I tell you, unless you want to mock us, don't be interested in us. We have become a zoo. Foreigners come, take our pictures, and run the headlines: "Look at these people, even they are trying." I'm telling you, do your thing. What you're doing is important. You are working. You are helping the economy.

JC: Now you're generalizing. I'm pretty sure there are many brilliant people left in Nepal.

Muwa: Of course there are many brilliant people stuck in Nepal. Most of them not by choice. The strangest thing is watching these intellectuals trying their best, so that you don't notice them feel sorry for themselves.

JC: I only have a minute left.

Muwa: I have many years left.

JC: I was talking about my phone card.

Muwa: I was talking about the time we will not spend talking to each other. Like now.

JC: C'mon don't make me feel guilty. You have this uncanny ability to make my every call a guilt trip. Send me your writings. Hopefully, Buwa has learned to scan the papers. One of these days, I'll convert your writings into English and have my colleagues and friends read it.

Muwa: Why?

JC: I think your creative skepticism is worth sharing.

Muwa: Don't do it.

JC: Why not?

Muwa: Because writing is as much about language. You lose the gist in translation. I read the Hindi version of the Hyaree Pautter. I didn't like it. I bet it was written for English speaking world.

JC: I should have bought that 30-minute card. I'll call you next week, same time. Tell Buwa to be at home.

Muwa: Are you all happy there?

JC: We have water.

Muwa: That's important.

JC: For grass it is.

Glossory: By me
Darshan=hello (formal) to elders
Muwa= Mom
Chhora=Son
Buwa=Dad
Bhinaju=Borther inlaw (elder sister's husband)
Dijju=Elder sister
Hyaree Pautter=Hairy Potter
Gyanendra = former king who rulled Nepal for over a 15 month
Girija= Newly elected Primeminister of Nepal
Kangressi=A political group known as congress.
Hajurmuwa=Granny
Bikram Sambat= Nepal era or Nepali clender

Thursday, April 27, 2006

Cross-Cultural Purpose by Deb Fitzgerald Advocate Staff Reporter

This is an article on me at Door County Advocate a leading newspaper in Door County, WI USA.

Monday, April 17, 2006

Nepal faces one another problem, shortage of daily essentials supplies due to the strike! excerpts from the Kathmandu Post

Prices of food items rise
POST REPORT
KATHMANDU, April 16 - With the intensification of the pro-democracy movement initiated by the seven-party alliance, prices of essential food items and vegetables have started climbing up in Kathmandu Valley.
Talking to the Post, Pabitra Bajracharya of Nepal Retailers Association said that the price of rice has increased by up to Rs 15 per 30 kg sack, while prices of refined flour, which used to hover at Rs 22 per kg some days back, has gone up to Rs 30. "Similarly, prices of cooking oil and sugar have increased by Rs 10 per liter and Rs 12 per kilogram," he said.
According to Bajracharya, the price hike was mainly due to the obstruction in free movement of vehicles. "For the last 11 days, operation of transport vehicles has come to a virtual standstill. Very few vehicles are plying on the streets and even those that are delivering services have started demanding double the fare, which has increased the cost of business operations," he said.
He informed that vehicles, which used to charge up to Rs 250 for delivering goods, now demand Rs 500 to travel the same distance.
"With the stock of food items with retailers fast depleting and obstruction in movement of vehicles, the possibility of shortage of food materials cannot be ruled out," he said.
In the meantime, prices of green vegetables and fruits have also soared by up to 70 percent in the valley. Kalimati Fruits and Vegetable Market Development Board (KFVMDB) has stated that, prices of tomato, which hovered at around Rs 13 per kg until April 5, have gone up to Rs 22, while carrots, which used to cost around Rs 15 per kg have soared to Rs 20.
Likewise, prices of other vegetables like cabbage, cauliflower, sword bean, smooth gourd, squash and spinach leaf have increased to Rs 15, Rs 20, Rs 24, Rs 40, Rs 20 and Rs 28, respectively, from Rs 10, Rs 18, Rs 22, Rs 30, Rs 10 and Rs 24.
According to sources of KFVMDB, the prices of vegetables had increased due to disruption in movement of vehicles in the highways linking Kathmandu. "As most of the vegetables available in the local market are imported from surrounding cities such as Dhading, Kavre, Makwanpur, Bara, Parsa, Rautahat, Sarlahi and Chitwan, among others, obstruction in free flow of vehicles creates short supply, which in turn causes the price to go up," the source said.
Following disruption in movement of vehicles, prices of fruits have also gone up in the local market. KFVMDB has stated that price of bananas has increased by 100 percent to Rs 50 per dozen in the local market, while prices of apples, oranges and pomegranate have increased by Rs 10, Rs 10 and Rs 20 per kg respectively to Rs 65, Rs 50 and Rs 80.
Posted on: 2006-04-16 21:37:00 (Server Time)

Friday, April 14, 2006

A letter from a 10th Grader in Kathmandu, Nepal.


This new blog is based on my little sister “Dawa Dolma Lama”s email who lives in Kathmandu, Nepal.
Dawa D. Lama is in 10th grade and giving her final exams these days.

"My dear brother,
Hi
My exams are over. There is still computer practical left. I have been doing nothing after the exams since there were strikes and revolution going through out the country. It has been a week since the protest started.

Many protesters are jailed, killed and injured. Many public places, offices has been vandalized and devastated. The police themselves have started to vandalize the vehicles and loot restaurants and they try to blame it on the Maoist. Even when there is peace rally held against this system; streets are bombarded with tear gas and bullets.

Our king is not responding at all. May be he'll make a speech tomorrow concerning the critical matters. Foreign countries are giving comments on the country's critical situation. Even the American Embassy has been closed till further notice.Many protestors come on street everyday. Today therewere 10,000 protestor protesting in Ilam. Everyone's life has been affected in one way or the other. If nothing is done now, it will never be done in the future.

World peace with love

Dawa.

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Monday, April 03, 2006


A visit to KATHMANDU an ancient city considered as city of Temples of Nepal.

After a long long time I have finally made myself into the center of Kantipur, a city known as Kathmandu of today. Kathmandu name came out of a temple made out of one single tree named as Kasthamandup. As time unfolded, Kasthamadup became Kathmandu. Time stopped for a brief moment, like I never left the city. Like my time in the States was a dream. A long dream and I hear these bells and smell the city. I wake up from this state of mind that made me think; what if everything happens to us is just a dream. Indeed, it is a dream in fact; our whole life is a dream, ready to wake up somewhere else. Have you ever felt this way? I bet you have and you would if you have spent somewhere for a quite a sometime and you would go back to the same place after no matter however long time. It’s the connection between a place and you. It’s the bond between you and the city where you have lived and grew up.

I could almost feel the air going through my hair and skin. I walked down the road, which leads to the center of the ancient city of Kantipur. I left Nepal almost a good five year and I returned to this same spot where I was before, nothing has changed. Like time never moved. Still the same market, still the same people selling same stuffs. Like I have mentioned earlier, time never moved. Seriously, it gave me goose bumps for a second. How could this be possible? I left Nepal five years ago, I graduated, I met my wife and got married and this particular spot, which is the center of the city, sat & stood still, just to give me an illusion or make me go crazy? I couldn’t believe it but hey! may be time should not go that fast like it does, in our life. May be time should always go slow and may be we are the one who is making time go fast rather than time is making us go fast. Think! I am beginning to think about it. I walk and walk around this hub. I taste every smell of this place. If you can picture, picture this, one corner of this spot, has spice sellers and you can only smell spice but variety of spices. Like air smells spice and if you close your eyes, you will be in the oceans of spice. The other corner has oil sellers. Not oil like packed oil but fresh just came from the mill. Vegetable oil, mustard oil, soybean oil, you name it, you will find in this place. How do I know? Well two of my uncles have a little shop in my village, where I grew up and they used to come to get supplies in this very spot so once or twice I have managed to get to this place. Even then it still looked the same as now, its just freaking me out. However, except the permanent shops, the environment changes according to the time of the day. You will see all kinds of vendors. In the very morning, you will see flower sellers as there are temples to offer. You will also see vegetable sellers to fruit sellers. As time unfolds and sun begin to rise, you will see whole different set of people come to sell their stuffs. Like small vendors, who sell women cosmetics, you will find hair bands, hair braiding colorful stuffs, clips, forehead glitter (tika) to bangles and all little things, which would beautify women and girls. As afternoon approaches, you will begin to see all this cheap Chinese products brought by these vendors, such as shortwave radios, DVDs, cell phones, all the technological stuffs but way cheaper than you can possibly imagine. After all, what technology is for? Technology is for the people, by the people. I end up buying King Kong just to see how good it is. It is as good as you would buy in the States for good $19 and I paid not even a buck. Now, we have to seriously think why the way it is. Why we pay here in the States for that price, which isn’t even out yet and there in Nepal, which is so back ward in so many ways, I find this DVD, which is not even out in the video stores in the US and I paid 100 times less. Don’t these stuffs come out at the same time? If it is pirated, why it is not being controlled? Who controls piracy? Who is benefiting from all these rules and laws? Question just lingers in my head and I go on with it. But I feel sometime I am cheated in the US because if I could find that cheap, why do I have to pay so much. Again rules and liability issues govern my head so I just shut up. So, the problem is we just take it as we go, without any hesitation. Neither we ask question nor do we have time to ask question? Do you ever go to a gas station and pump gas for $3 a gallon and say this is not fare? No! because who would you go to? What would you say? But rather you just pump the gas and leave thinking you are so mad but cannot do nothing.

Anyway, as I begin to stroll around the city more I seriously question why time so different? Why things are so different? People are so down to earth and smiling without any string attached to it. If I were to stare at someone in the US, I would be asked to leave or I would be accused of making someone uncomfortable. There, I can sing and walk around without people saying anything. I can go to a vendor and bargain like crazy and still we have good feeling about buying it because it becomes personal. You want it; they want to sell it so the feeling is mutual. Where as I find here in the States that, you buy or not, I am not going to bargain. So, the difference is less contact with human beings. Less communication with each individual means more isolation within ourselves. So, when you own what you have just bought, it becomes just merchandise. Please do not get offended because I live here too and I have become part of the system. There were times when I was in Nepal, I would say if a western eye would see this, would consider it is so weird and I would say, wow I wouldn’t see in the States.

As I go taking micro bus around the valley. I find fare collector hanging on the bus screaming and inviting people to get on the bus. He says, “Come on Come on, you might miss the bus. We are going to Boudha, Chabahil, Baneshor, Maitidevi, Putali Sadak, Bag Bazar and ultimately the heart of the city”. He can say all these names of the places within 5 seconds, like reciting a poem. Now, if you were to stand on the bus stand, where there is not even a stand, you would want to get on the bus because it’s so cool to be part of it. He will shove you in like you are a bag pack, where everybody is sitting so cramped. I for second, felt what if one of my American friends would come? I don’t think they would fit into this small bus. I am sure it will not happen so that is why, people to everything is small here. Even monkeys are small vs. King Kong. Ha ha. I did not feel my personal space is being invaded. I do not even feel I was cramped. I was just enjoying the scene and paying attention to every detail of activities. As different stops come, I was pushed more and deeper, from where if were to get off, it would probably take five minutes to just get out of the bus. So, bizarre and fun yet it was part of life of the people of Nepal. Talking about bizarre and fun, can you think of a bus where sitting limit is15 and at least there are more than 25 people are sitting? If a hamburger friend would go there, most probably, that friend might take at least 4 peoples space. Also, here we are so paranoid with insurance that every little thing should be insured. Let’s say, my watch should be insured, my camera, my belongings, my house, my health. By the time you are done insuring and feeling safe, you fall into so much debt that you want to suicide. Over there, insurance doesn’t even exist. If it were to exist, it would only serve the people who are rich. So, does it mean America rich? I doubt it because I have seen poverty myself. I am a dirt poor guy here and over there I was a rich guy but only because I live in the US. They have no idea, how much I have to spend on all these insurance and every little thing. So, my goals is becoming clearer and clearer, work like a dog here and live like a King Kong there. Doesn’t it feel good? Of course it does. I am sure you can do that too. Its not we are cheating on the system, we are in fact balancing the economy and equally distributing it so that poor people don’t have to live always poor. We should serve others here, where they can afford and we want to go to some place else to be served. Now, you might wonder what happens to those who serve us. As they serve us, we will serve them with American $$$. Now, who would not want to get $$$ and serve in Nepal. I would.

As my visit was ending, I was beginning to feel like I was lost. I have so much to see, so much to do yet, I don’t know where to start and how to end. I want to do this to I want to eat that. Feelings were so overwhelming that I was forgetting what I was doing. Yet time had to unfold as it does & did.

My last major work was to visit this (Anathalaya) Orphan house, where deprived children and orphan children were being kept and given education. I felt like, I have done nothing so far to this world. I went to talk to these children. They all made me drawings. I see so much hope and future of Nepal in these kids. I was so happy to see them. There were about 21 children in that house and numbers are growing. My sister Purnima is an active member in that organization so she brought me to become a member. Purnima doesn’t donate money but she donates food items, such as vegetables, rice, lentil grains. Things, which matters the most and give them another day. So, I said to myself, may be I could collect some donation for them. May be the land of opportunity can give them some opportunity so I took some pictures and distributed some candies for those children, thinking that one day I will return to see these children grown up. My heart lightened up as I left the building.

I have so much to write, each incident can be an article. Each day can be a small book to write but this is a start towards that feeling. Now, here I am writing this article after 36 hours of flight, feeling like I was in a dream. It might have been a dream because when I left Wisconsin there were snows in the ground and even when I came back from Kathmandu there were still snows. So, that means I never left but woke up from a long and vivid dream. SCARY!!! It’s freaking me out!!!!