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Nach dem größen Erdbeben in Nepal ist die Idee mit dem Blog entstanden, weil ich meine Erfahrungen, Erlebnisse und Gedanken in die Welt hinaustragen möchte.

This blog was started after the great earthquake in Nepal with the thought to share the experiences and thoughts with the wider world.

Surya Binayak

English Posted on Tue, February 02, 2016 06:23:20

After a long time, I’m back…
My middle brother has evolved to be a cyclist in my absence too. We have been cycling together since few days. It has been an amazing experience.
It’s tuesday today. The day of Lord Ganesha.
We cycled almost 15 km to visit him.



Pema 2

English Posted on Mon, November 30, 2015 18:07:23

What is life meant to be? I think every one has his\her own
respective answers to that. But mine is
simple. Help others and that will help you to get the key to life.

This simple thought has brought me once again to Pema Lama,
the nurse from Dolpo, the far western and less touched part of Nepal. This time
she called to ask some of her queries, together with her cousin Tshering.

Pema and Tshering, both are nurses from one of the most
remote part of the country, Dolpo. Both of them want to get back to their
community and help the people there. I’ve very much respect for these people,
who want to serve their community and people.

The only difficult thing in a poor country like Nepal is
that: it is difficult here to solely help the poor only. I don’t say that that
money’s the only important thing in life, but it indeed helps to ease many of
the problems.

Every one has a small dream in life, a dream to have a good
and easy life. I don’t say that materialistic things in life makes life better
but a small touch of it makes many things easier.

This is what these two nurses literally hope in their life.
One has to be happy, content and sustained first to be able to help and give
happiness to others. It’s indeed difficult here in Nepal first to fulfill one’s
basic need when one works as a nurse. And when I say basic needs, it really
means the BASIC needs…

I hope that one day these two girls get a good job and one
day they’ll be able to help their community and people…



Dolakha

English Posted on Thu, November 12, 2015 11:15:00

It started merely as a small talk that Aarogya said: “Dada,
we should go to Dolakha!” My reaction to this was: “Sure! Let’s do it with the
cycle.” I had wanted to go to Dolakha, since it was very hardly hit by the
April earthquake.

We actually wanted to start on Friday but my youngest
brother had his birthday. Also I was invited to a birthday party of my friend’s
daughter…my friend’s daughter…

I had met my school friends after a long while. I was a bit
drunk, when I came back home. I had to start early on Saturday. But to my
amazement, I was very fresh in the morning.

We started almost at 7.30 am and headed first for Bhaktapur,
since it’s on the way. I intended to meet Rajaram Bhai there. We reached the
meeting spot in Bhaktapur almost at quarter past eight and had our tea with a
great breakfast of puri, haluwa and papad in a roll. What an amazing
combination!!!

Our tour took us past Nala, Banepa, Dhulikhel and Panchkhal.
On the left side we could see the Nilgiri range very clear. In Panchkhal, we
halted for a nice cup of organic coffee.

The next stop would be Dolalghat, on the banks of
‘Sun-koshi’. The way till Dolalghat is merely downhill and we didn’t have any
problem. We had our lovely lunch there with beaten rice, tomato sauce and a
bean soup. It was almost 2, when we started to ascend the road. The mid-day sun, the steepness and the full
tommy made us very hard to climb the steep roads on the cycle. Once on top, the
way became somewhat easier.

When we reached Khadichaur, it was almost 4 in the evening. We
ate a nice omlett there. From here the road divides, the straight one goes to
Tatopani and further to the boarder with Tibet and the one on the right side,
over the bridge would take us to Dolakha.

After crossing the bridge, the road took a complete steepness.
I had a rucksack, which almost weight 10-12kg. This hardened my cycling uphill
very much. After only 3 km, we were both very much tired.

We threw our cycles and ourselves on the bank of the road
and were waiting for a decision, that two people came us across. One of them
was slightly drunk and the other was ok. They asked us to where we were
heading? We told them our story that we had planned to cycle 9 km before dusk
and then rest there in a small pension. But the steepness did not allow us more
than 3 km. The drunk person, called Mr. Karki insisted in taking us to his home
nearby, where he lived with both his old parents. I’m well known to Nepalese
hospitality, but since he was a bit drunk, I was a bit suspicious. And we could
only see the ruins of a house in the direction that he showed us, where his
home’s situated. We had no other choice but to follow him, since it was getting
darker and darker and perhaps we would never find any other place to stay. Then
two other younger boys did arrive from nowhere and they seemed to know these
two persons. This gave me a bit of courage.

We then all, with our cycles followed the small path along
the steep hill to where his house stood. I was surprised to see a bunch of
houses there, which was not seen from the road. When we arrived at the first
house, there were a lot of children around, which gave me a good feeling. The
small path ended with the first house and there were only steps that led to the
other houses. Observing the situation, I asked, if we could stay over the night
at this house, for this seemed pretty much safer. The house owner was Mr.
Ghimire. The children around were the grandsons and granddaughters of his
brothers. He himself had 5 children, 2 sons and 3 daughters. The eldest son worked and lived with his
family in the capital. The daughters were also married respectively in the
families, who lived in the capital city. Only the youngest son, who was 14
years old, lived with him. But he also was on a visit at his sister’s place in
the capital for the “Tihar” festivals. Also his house had been completely
destroyed by the earthquake, but no one in the family was injured or harmed by
the disaster.

As per the decision of the government, he had till now only
received 15.000 rupees, which is equivalent to 150 dollars. Neither could he
build up his house with this small amount of money nor could he wait. So, with
some amount of money he had saved and with the rest of the materials from the
destructed house, he had built a small cosy house to live in. He seemed to be a
person, who is very much determined and hardworking. One could judge this by
looking around the house itself. Everything was beautifully arranged and kept.
The house itself was very much neat and clean.

He and his were very much generous to cook us an extra
dinner and give us a bed to sleep. During the dinner, I asked him several
questions regarding his family and the earthquake. He also said that his
children were from his first wife, who died because of some kind of illness and
that he had very much newly wed.

I’m always so amazed to see the hospitality of these people
from the sub-urban and hilly areas. I’m a complete stranger and yet I get the
hospitality of a family member.

We slept very cosy in his kitchen. The next morning, we
chatted for a while with the family and the kids around. I offered him some
money for his hospitality, but he wouldn’t accept it. Rather he was furious,
that I wanted to discredit his hospitality. I then left my address and
requested him that he should visit us in Kathmandu, when he’s there on a visit.
I hope he really calls me and visits us. But I will visit him and the kids
around once again, when the fuel crisis ends and see if he needs some help and whether I can be of some help.

My brother, Aarogya, who’s along with me, had a small
problem with his knee. His right knee is swollen and is aching. I then decided
to end up the tour and return back, since we’ve planned the Annapurna circuit
trip for 18 days starting this coming Saturday.

Before we returned, the kids, who were very much fascinated
about our cycles, got a treat from us. They were allowed to ride our cycles,
which they definitely enjoyed.

Once we got back to “Khadichaur”, we had our breakfast. We
then got a bus to Kathmandu and had the lovely ride with the cycles on the hood
of the bus. It was indeed a short trip full of adventures…



Trade Embargo

English Posted on Thu, November 05, 2015 05:47:40

What has this trade embargo and sanction has done to the
daily lives of us Nepalese?

Dashain, the biggest festival of us Nepalese did wander away
like a normal day. In some days the second biggest festival, ‘Tihar or
Deepawali’ is arriving, but see where are we heading? I’m not a political
person and I’m not interested in politics, but a stabile politics is important
for the development of every sector of the country.

If these politicians can’t handle the politics of the
country, why are they here to claim the ones to head the country?

I’m a normal citizen and have very normal needs. My needs
are that I want to wander around freely and don’t want to stand 24hrs in a
queue to get 3 liters of petrol and what should I do with these 3 liters of
petrol? I ride a bicycle before the trade sanction was set up. But my smallest
brother, who loves riding a motorbike, has not been able to ride for his needs
since 2 months. See what big complications come in a normal family because of
these trade embargos. There are disputes between my father and my brother
regarding the fuel and to save it. My father says to save the fuel for
necessary needs whereas my brother wants to ride the motorbike the way he
wants. I indeed say that both of them are right. But see where this is bringing
us. Instead of investing the time and energy for something nice in the family,
we’re disputing with each other for motorbike’s fuel.

There are so many other examples…

I came to Nepal after living almost 14 years in Germany. I
quit my job as a Neurosurgeon in Germany to invest a year to understand the
situation of my country, to be able to help my country and my countrymen in
some means. But I’m stranded in the capital city not being able to reach out
anywhere I want.

I said to myself, well we must have patience. The Madhesis
from the Terai want something, what in one way or the other has to be met. But
on the other hand, Nepal is a country with so many various ethnic groups and it
has to address the need of all these people. And this can’t be done at once,
but it has to be discussed and finalized over and over, again and again.

Another example, I wanted to utilize the time that I’ve been
spending in the capital. During this ‘Tihar’ festival, I wanted to give out
sweets to the 60 kids from an orphanage here in Baneshwor. Tihar is a festival
of lights and one enjoys the homemade sweets. For this reason, I thought, why
should these orphan kids be ruled out to enjoy these kind of sweets. I talked
with my mom, her sister and my loveable bhauju that they prepare these
delicious homemade sweets like Selroti, Khajuri, Khaja-Mithai, Anarsa, which
are very much enjoyed in this festival. But know what my mom says? She’d be so
much delighted to be a part of this good work. But she has only one problem:
“How would she prepare these sweets when this sanction has cut out the fuel to
cook?”

What I don’t understand is: “Why should these lovely kids be
ruled out of this sweet memory?”

I hope and do wish for the parties best of luck, only both
the parties should not forget that we’re all Nepalese and the decision should
be made so that every of us is satisfied…



Pema

English Posted on Tue, November 03, 2015 07:44:07

The world is indeed a small place to live in, but we human
being and our thoughts make it a bigger place, a world without limitations.

I came to know about Pema Lama, a nurse from Dolpo, one of
the most remote areas of Nepal through Jay Dev Poudel. Jay is a photo blogger
and has a blog called ‘Stories of Nepal’ which is very much popular among us
Nepalese. ‘Stories of Nepal’ is inspired by the popular photo blog called ‘Humans
of New York’. In one of his latest blogs, he wrote about the nurse. I am
thankful to him for the connection with ‘Pema’.

Pema was born in Dolpo and was not admitted first to school
since she was a female person. In that part of Nepal, females are still thought
as a person, who has to engage herself in household chores.

She first went to the school on her own initiatives. She was
lucky to get a German sponser and she came to become a nurse today. I somehow
find my own story she recalls her. She is indeed a very strong person. After
her nursing school, she worked in the remote hometown for 2 years. She was the
only trained medical personal there in a radius of hundreds of kilometers.

It was a nice meeting. I said her my thoughts that I’d love
to go to Dolpo with her or a medical camp to assist people there and to know
the place. It would be a very important connection for me, if it proves to be
useful.

I will be very much eagerly awaiting for the call…



Bungmati

English Posted on Tue, October 20, 2015 07:03:07

It`s been almost 7 weeks that I`ve been here in Nepal. Ever
since I arrived here, I`ve started to cycle here in Kathmandu. On top to that,
I go on an off road trial every Saturday. Also this Saturday, we had planned to
go to Thankot, a hill surrounding Kathmandu valley and it`s outskirts.

But on Friday evening some of the friends cancelled the trip
so that we were just 3 of us on Saturday morning. Abbu, my cousin, Laxmi, a
friend of mine and me, we started our journey from Thamel.

I decided to plan the trip as I had done it once.
Thamel-Kalimati-Kuleshwor-Balkhu-Chobhar-Jal Binayak-Khokhana-Bungmati-Tika
Bhairav-Chapagaon-Satdobato-Patan-Thamel. This is the best cycle trip around
Kathmandu, since it gives an opportunity of all the flavor of a bicycle ride- from
off road to the cultural aspects.

We stopped at Balkhu for a small Nepali breakfast with Jeri
and Swari. From Balkhu the way to Chobhar goes through Kritipur, one of the
oldest towns around Kathmandu. From here one can see the magnificent view of
Chandragiri mountain. Before we starting paddling the cycles to climb the
mountain of Chobhar, we saw a Dashain`s typical big swing made out of bamboos,
that was being installed for the general public by the personals of armed
police force. Dashin is the biggest festival in Nepal, the one I`m celebrating
after 13 years.

As we start to ascend uphill of chobhar, Abbu my cousin
finds a dog, which is still tied to the dog strap. This tells us that this dog
must be a housedog, that has lost it`s way. It`s interesting, that every time I
go cycling with Abbu, she finds a dog that has to be treated. Luckily there` s
an institution nearby which treats animals called animal Nepal. So, Abbu and me,
we walked and cycled to that particular place only to find that this place doesn`t
take these animals in. This small dog found this place so cosy that it didn`t
want to follow us. We were on a cycle tour so we couldn`t take this dog in and
if we weren`t on a cycle tour, we wouldn`t have been able to take this dog in
too because there are thousands of stray dogs here in Kathmandu, who don`t have
a place other than the streets.

It is indeed amazing how one can train one`s body. I still
remember that I cycled this uphill road of Chobhar almost a year ago and I
wasn`t able to cycle the hill up without a break in between and now after a
year, I was able to cycle with an ease.

Leaving Chobhar behind, we came across Jal Binayak. There`s
a beautiful temple situated at the banks of Bagmati river. Literally saying,
this is one of my favorite temples here in Kathmandu. The wooden carvings in
this temple are damn good. Near to this place, there`s the gorge of Chobhar,
which as one of the Buddhist myths has been cut off by Manjushree to let the
water of then Kathmandu valley out.

And again we encounter a mighty uphill and again I`m amazed
of my stamina that has been built up through the Germany cycle tour, 2 months
before.

After that we come to the best part of the tour, the
downhill and that was an amazing one, that provided us the adrenaline rush,
that we had been looking for. Even Laxmi, who is on this cycle trip for the
first time, competes with us.

We sat for a rest on the side of some rice fields. Rice`s
not ripe still and perhaps needs a month more. It`s just so still and silent on
the side of these beautiful rice fields. On the other side of the field is a
small house that has been half destroyed by the earthquake, which after 6 damn
months still gives the traces of how devastating the nature can be. A group of
locals pass by and two of them are carrying a vessel in which normally milk is
transported in Nepal. Abbu`s keen on knowing what`s being transported, so she
surprisingly asks them, what`s being transported- surprisingly since Abbu`s
normally a shy girl. It`s yoghurt that`s being transported. The man then asks
us, if we want to taste it. Naturally, who would not want to taste the good yoghurt
of a village? We had no utensils. I then jumped up with the small plastic bag
in which Laxmi had brought some apples from Jomsom- the best apples around the
globe. And indeed this yoghurt was just amazing, one of the best I`ve eaten in
the last weeks.

Then we start climbing this mighty hill before we reach
Khokhana. Khokhana is a small newari village, which in very beautiful. There`s
a house, where got the first electricity provided in Nepal`s history. But I
wonder how is this possible, since there must have been very powerful houses in
Kathmandu then, who would have wanted the electricity supply first. This is
either a bluff of this must have been the director of the Nepal electricity
company then.

As we appear the Chowk, the main part of the village, I had
to witness one of the hardest things in life. A buffalo was being slaughtered
and was being offered to the gods. We have indeed very strange traditions.
Normally I don`t believe in Gods but at that moment I prayed to thy to ease the
pain of this poor animal. I couldn`t help myself not to compare this black
buffalo with my black pet dog. It was indeed a weird connection, but that is
what I felt at this moment. I`m really happy to be able to convert into a
vegetarian and possess the will to do deny meat everyday.

Khokhana has not been destroyed by the earthquake so much.
There are one or two houses that have been destroyed.

I then travelled with the girls to Bungmati. Bungmati is few
kilometers away form Khokhana and has been highly devasted by the April`s
earthquake. I had been here a year before and the small town looks completely
different. A lot of old newari houses had fallen down. I was very much sad to
see that there were only debris remaining on the ground where once the lovely
temple of ‘Rato Machindranaath’ stood. The festival and procession of Rato
Machindranaath takes place once in 12 years and by chance this year is the year
of ‘Rato Machindranaath Jatra’. It had started before the April earthquake took
place and had to be paused in between. And Bungmati and this temple is the
place where this preocession starts and ends. And tomorrow is the day when the
precious t-shirt of Rato Machindranaath is shown and the chariot is drawn back
to this place and temple. We could thus view the chariot on the very second
last day.

I also visited the small kiosk of the lady, whom we had
visited on our last cycle trip, a year ago. I was then a non-veg and she had
made a very lovely spicy duck meat. This year I had to satisfy myself with
beaten rice and a vegetable sauce. It was indeed lovely. Her house was also
half destroyed and she was very much different than last time. She was so open
and hearty last time. I do think, that this earthquake has indeed emotionally
hurt her.

After the lunch break, we did a long off road tour through
the small paths. We had a small break on the shed of a pipal tree. It was so
silent and smooth, that we all almost fell asleep.

On the way, we stopped for a small break at a street food
stall, which was run by 2 small kids. We ate small snacks bought from these
kids to support them for upcoming dashain festive.

The best part was cycling through the suspension bridge that
connects Lele with Chapagaon. Chapagaon is the small town surrounding the
valley. A very good friend of mine lives here.

We entered back in the valley through Satdobato and it feels
that we`ve entered in a container full of people. It`s just amazing to see so
many people in one small place.

The tour ended in Thamel, where it had started today
morning.

Laxmi took me to a nice vegetarian restaurant at the end,
which is called Or2k. This was the best way to end the day. I really recommend
vegetarian food there. The best one was the Italian salad with goat cheese. I
really recommend that.

Indeed a lovely day. A vote of thanks to Abbu and Laxmi for
making the day so good.



“Khusi”-Happiness

English Posted on Fri, October 16, 2015 05:41:22

“Khusi”

Today I’ve reached to a conclusion that there’s no such thing as an eternal peace or happiness. I don’t know how would I think of it in future. But life as I’ve understood it till now, doesn’t show me a way to an eternal happiness.

But this doesn’t mean that there isn’t happiness at all in life. Happiness, as I describe today, comes in small portions that comes and goes frequently over the life time. I compare that with those small soap bubbles that are blown by a kid. They get created, rise up in the sky and after a while burst open.

This is what we ought to know in life. This is the rule of nature. Nothing in this world is everlasting. Everything changes continuously per it’s rule.

That is what I’ve learned till now. Life can’t be defined with the years that has been lived but with the deeds that you’ve achieved. Try living the life to these moments.

That is what I experienced yesterday evening, when we bought new clothes to these orphan kids. The best part was that we took the kids to the market to let them choose their own clothes. Never did they have this chance till now.

One of these kids, who’s normally very quite and reserved, comes up to me and says:”It has always been our dream to shop our clothes together and on our own one day. You guys have fulfilled our dream. Thank you.”

I could just smile to that and thanked again all my school friends from my heart for their financial support. Without their help, I wouldn’t have been able to help them.

This kid went to Laxmi too said the same thing. Laxmi and me, we are working together to help these kids. Laxmi answers to that:”You guys must have prayed to god with good hearts that he sent us to fulfil your wishes.”

To this the kid answers:”You have made our dreams come true. You are god to us.”

There are 35 souls in this orphanage. We plan to buy new clothes to all these people on the eve of our biggest festival “Dashain”.

Dashain is the biggest festival in our culture. We targeted new clothes, since it’s a gesture to this festival to buy new clothes. It’s very much important to me that these kids choose their own clothes because they have otherwise never done this before. I had always wished good new clothes to this festival.

14 wishes have been fulfilled and these 14 hearts have smiled. It’s a boon to able to take part in this good thing and to watch these beautiful moments of happiness in life.

I would like to thank my school friends Mary, Milan, Pradeep, Parakram, Sangam and their family and friends in Virginia for their support.



Pabitra Samaj Sewa Nepal

English Posted on Thu, October 08, 2015 18:16:18

Isn`t humanity the utmost religion in this world? Aren`t we
humans first a human prior to any other classifications in this world? So why
are we turning our eyes from these things everyday? Why do some people have the
courage to go beyond the edge whereas many of us just turn our head away?

This is the story of one such woman among many, who being a
woman in a patriarchic society like Nepal, has shown her courage and love to
nurture, care and love the ones, who are alone in this world. There is a saying
that when there isn`t anyone, there is god. But I would say, when there isn`t
anyone in Kathmandu, there is Ms. Dikchya Chapagain.

Dikchya came to Kathmandu from a small village in Taplejung,
the eastern hill of Nepal, to get a computer training course, some 14-15 years
ago. She says, her heart grieved everytime when she saw old and poor people
along the street. After finishing her course, she got a small job in the
training school and started to live on her own. There it started, when she just
brought a homeless person to her rented room and took care of that person. She
had to leave her room since the landlord couldn`t withstand that she brought
poor and homeless to her place.

Ever since she hasn`t look back and in these years she has
been able to build a small world of her own called the “Pabitra Samaj Sewa
Nepal”. Here, she brings and takes care of the homeless old people and small
children, who otherwise would have a fate of the street.

Situated outside the ring road, her small but yet beautiful
orphanage has only 2 rooms and a kitchen with a shed in front of it. These 2
rooms are built in the premises of a government school. It was the school`s
administration, that had once invited her small organization to stay in those
premises some 8 years ago. Now that the school has expanded itself, it no
longer wants her to use it`s premises. But where should this small family with
25 kids and 10 older persons go?

A friend of mine, Ms. Laxmi Gurung, took me there today.

When we entered the premises, we could see children from
18months to 12-13 years of age, who were sitting around and doing their
homework. The moment we enter, everyone greets us with a ‘Namaste’-the Nepalese
way of saying hello. It`s my second time that I`ve been to an orphanage. I`m
indeed very much surprised that the children aren`t shy to see a new face. May
be they seemed to see a new face every other day!

Ashok, a small kid- barely 3 years old, gets attracted to my
bicycle helmet. I ask him, what his name is? He says his name several times,
but I can`t understand his baby tongue. Finally Laxmi explains it to me. He
then sees my goggles and jumps to grab them. I let him take my shades. Seeing
this other kids surround me and we start having small talks. The grown up kids
are a bit reserved and needed some time to get along.

Then I see this cutee, a small little girl who`s barely 1 ½
years old. (Her name was so hard that I can`t recall it now.) She`s the
youngest member of the family. Both her hands are full of plastic bangles and
are of various colors. Her vocabulary is made of a single word and that is
‘Mama’. Ms. Chapagain is not married but she`s a mother to 35 souls.

I then take out my camera to take some snaps. The little
ones are so curious, that they start snatching my camera away. An idea then
strikes me, why not let them take the snaps. I would then have a chance to get
a photo with them and talk with Dikchya. I showed one of the kids, how the
snaps are taken in an auto mode and this runs like a fire. I only hope that
they don`t smash my camera. These kids handled it with such a delicacy, which
was just amazing.

Time went by so fast, that it started getting darker. I had
to leave for home. I didn`t want to departure, but I had to leave, leave these
kids to their fate. But hold on, may be I can help to change their fate. May be
it was my fate to know both the eastern world so that one day I could act as
bridge between them. I will give my best to help these kids and hope that one
day they can stand up to this society and give something back.



Mr. Hari Prasad Sharma

English Posted on Wed, October 07, 2015 18:28:33

Art knows no rules, no boundaries. Neither does it make
differences between races nor the ages. It makes no difference between us
humans. It speaks a similar language and tone to all the living beings.

Last Monday I was in an art exhibition in the national art
gallery situated in Babarmahal, Kathmandu. I read about this exhibition in the
weekly magazine published in Kathmandu called “Nepalitimes”. When I read about
this exhibition, one thing caught my attraction- the name of the artist. He’s
called Mr. Hari Prasad Sharma. This name caught my attention since this was the
very first time I had heard about a nepali artist, a painter who was out of the
typical newari caste. Newars are the traditional residents of the Kathmandu
valley and have been dominating or better say supporting in preserving the art
and culture of Kathmandu for centuries. I now had to know and see this very
unique exhibition.

I had read that the exhibition was about Nepalese history
and newari culture. So I invited Ms. Susmita Maskey, who has now become a
friend. The reason behind that was that Susmita comes from a ‘Newar’ family,
thus would certainly help me know her culture.

The exhibition was very simple and due to the fuel strike,
there were realtively less people around. But this fortunately did a favor for
me since I could actively interact with the painter himself.

Mr. Sharma grew up in a Newar society in Kathmandu and thus
this was the key reason that he was so much influenced by the art. This is how
his first influence began. He today at 79, says that he was fascinated by the
brush strokes that he used to see by the locals. This inspired him to take a
brush of his own. He even can speak ‘Newari’- the mother tounge of the Newars
very fluently. This describes quite the prespective of ‘Newari-Culture’ in his
paintings. His paintings have basically two different themes, one as said the
Newari culture and the other Nepali history-that has a certain attachment with
the history of Kathmandu.

His son, who is a Ph.d holder in economics, assists Mr.
Sharma. They both do a lot of research before they begin a painting. Mr. Sharma
has been doing oil paintings since almost 25 years. Before that he used to play
with watercolors.

I could now understand why he did choose Newari culture for
his paintings or better say why he was so much influenced by the newari
culture. But I did have to question him about the reason behind his second
motive, the Nepalese history. He said, he as a painter and as an artist found
that there were relatively very much less paintings based on Nepali history.

I had so many questions for him but he seemed very much
tired. But the energy in him seemed to compare him with a youth. You could see
that funk in his eyes every time I asked him a question and he was so much
eager to answer it. But still my eagerness couldn`t stop me. I needed to know
how he decided to put some of his creations on sale and some not for sale. He
had at some point told me that, all his paintings are similar like children for
him. For this reason I needed to know that how can a father make these
different decisions for his children, when every one is equal. He said that it
was quite easy. Although he would like all his paintings to come to a museum
run by the state, but this was in present scenario not possible. He, but wanted
the pictures not for sale to one day be preserved a documents since according
to him, they certainly possessed historical values.

Then my final question burst into. Which one was his best
one? He answered diplomatically saying all. Then I had to twist the question.
If his attic caught a fire where he had stored all his paintings, which one
would he save if he could save one. He showed be two, first, where the nation`s
founder, the forefather and creator of Shah dynasty, King Prithivi Narayan
Shah, gave his last speech which is called the ‘the divine suggestion’. The
second one is the marriage ceremony of the princess Bhrikuti to the tibetean
emperor Tschung Gampo.

My favorite one was Prithivi Narayan Shah, the founder of
modern Nepal, getting victory over the Kathmandu valley on the full moon night
when the valley was amidst celebrating it`s biggest festival- the Indrajatra.
He did win over the valley without shading a drop of blood.

It was indeed a very nice exhibition. I hope to promote him
and his paintings through this small blog of mine. Perhaps one day I can help
to develop a background, so that I can help him exhibit his painting in Berlin…



Orphanage

English Posted on Sun, October 04, 2015 19:01:34

I ask myself again and again. What is the real meaning of
life? The only answer I get is what I used to get from my late grandmother,
life is meant for the poor and the needy. She had devoted her life to this and
lived to her principles.

Being born in a third world I`m very much privileged to have
got a chance to study in Germany and work there. Not that I did get it without
effort and for free. I definitely had to loose a lot for that. But today I feel
that I need to give back what I got.

Shelter, food, education, health and love are the basic need
for every one of us. Being a human being, we definitely need the touch of our
loved ones. But imagine the children who are deprived of these things!!!

I was a boarder when I was nine years old. Neither that my
family didn`t love me nor was I mischievous, but I was always keen to learn
more and I had got a golden opportunity to suck the knowledge I always craved
for.

But see these kids who don`t have a family, don`t have
relatives. There must be thousands of stories behind them. Neither I know one
of them nor do I want to know them. What I know today is that these small kids
need nurture of love and care.

This is what Mr. Gurung has been providing in this small
orphanage of his called “Naya Nepal Samaj Kendra” at New Baneshwor, Kathmandu.

He is from Okhaldhunga, the eastern hill of Nepal. He used
to be a school teacher in his village. He was always very much keen on helping
the poor kids in his village. He then decided to help orphan kids. Ironically
the orphan kids are more in the urban big cities like Kathmandu, where life is
easily anonymous.

I had earlier in my blogs jotted down some words about the
small welfare organization called “Karmanya”. I was in one of the welfare event
organized by this group. It is there I learned about this orphanage.

I got a chance to visit this orphanage. Luckily this small
place is only in a short from my parent`s place.

I talked with the director Mr. Gurung and Mr. Bhattarai.
This small but clean and beautiful place had been created almost 7 years ago.
There are almost 60 children here, aging from 3 to 16. The kids, girls and boys
live in small rooms that they share together. They go to schools nearby. There
are 4/5 caretakers.

I had a small conversation with the director Mr. Gurung. I
asked him how he funded his small organization. He said it was solely on the
funds. The government has not been able to give much aid.

Schools have given some small scholarships to the children.
The small yet beautiful house has been leased for a relative small amount of
money. Food has also been organized well. He adds, these kids need almost 15/16
sacks of rice per month. Almost 10 are donated from different persons and
institutions. So he has to take care of the rest of the 5/6. There`s a big vegetable
market nearby. The market association has promised to supply the needed
vegetables till the day the market runs nearby. This is only a small example
how things run in this small orphanage.

I get more interested and keen to learn some of the
children. So after taking the permission, I went to one of the rooms and ask
the girls, if I`m allowed to take some photographs. There are 6 small girls in
the room. I was very much surprised how active they are. Once asked, the all
pose for the photograph. After the photograph is taken, they ask me to show it
to them. I then promise them to print it and bring it to them.

I then enter the romm next to it. As soon as they see me,
the 3 small boys who are playing together greet me with a Namaste. I ask them
too, if I`m allowed to take a picture. They smile at me and give their
permission. I ask them, how their exam, which had started today went. They smile
back to say-perfect. And there is this boy, who is on the upper part of one of
the double decker beds. These two double-storied bed are adjusted on both the
longer walls of the room. This small boy must be 6-7. He has been watching me
on the door and has not spoken a single word. He has been operated on the cleaved
lip and has a mark on it. I ask him, when was he operated. He doesn`t answer me
and watches me silently with his bold and big eyes. Then I say to him, that I`m
a doctor by profession and thus this question did strike me as a first thought.
He then slowly answers me that he doesn`t remember. Before leaving the room, I
ask the boys, what they want to become one day in future. One of them answers,
a doctor and the other one, a pilot. And Ironically me, I `m a doctor and my
youngest brother, who`s the key that I`m here on a visit to this orphanage
today is a pilot.

I promise myself to help one of the kids to become someone
in his life. I can`t help everyone, but I can begin with one.

And a thought strikes me. I know hell lot of people. I can
ask my friends and relatives in Nepal and Germany to help out these kids. I
will give a try and the first step to this would be writing this blog and
sending it out to people.



Sundarijal

English Posted on Sat, October 03, 2015 17:25:17

Today`s Saturday again. I`ve been cycling around Kathmandu
for the last 3 Saturdays. Cycle has been a big part of my life in Nepal now.
Formerly even my parents were a bit uneasy with my cycling around because they
think that this damages my image as a doctor. What should I say? Nowadays they
are very much liberal and tolerant to that. And ever since India has put a ban
along the borders and there`s a scarcity of fuel in the capital, I`ve been much
more independent and even my parents have changed their way of thinking.

I`ll be cycling today with Ripu and his friends. I`ve known
Ripu ever since I was a kid. We went to the army school together and shared the
same school and hostel for more than 11 years.

The most pretty thing today was that, Ripu`s 10 years old
son came with us for cycling. It was an amazing feeling. I knew Ripu for the
first time when he was even younger than his son and his son is 10 today. It
made me feel so mature myself.

We had a very good time all together. We cycled to
Sundarijal today. Sundarijal is in the north of Kathmandu and lies in the
direct outskirt of Kathmandu.

Ripu, his son, Nisha, Ghale bhai and two Australian
girls-Neelam and Amanda were with us. The cycle route we choose today was a
very easy one, since the girls were not used to cycling.

Neelam is an Australian girl born to Indian parents. She was
born in the Netherlands and lives in Australia and is a lawyer. Amanda is a
lawyer too. Since Neelam is a Hindu, she went to visit Pashupatinath, the shiva
temple in Kathmandu. I took others to meet my blind friend, Manita Tamang, who
begs besides Pashupatinath. She was overjoyed to meet my friends.

Sundarijal is a quite place and the Bagmati river that flows
through the city enters the city here. The water is so clear and nice here
though it gets much polluted as it flows through the city. The water was so icy
cold but still perfect for the hot day like today.

We took a bath there in the cold icy water. The drying up in
the sun on the huge rocks there was the very best part of the trip. On the way
back, we could also enjoy the Newari culture around the valley.

Rajnish, Ripu`s son was indeed the best biker today and has
won my heart. He`s 10 and he bikes offroad like us in a bicycle that`s a bit
bigger than himself.

The best part of the hard day is that: After the tiring
cycle ride, you take a bath and you do feel so light as a cotton.



Chartered Accountant

English Posted on Wed, September 30, 2015 06:29:54

I have been running after chartered accountant to get the
audit done for the small NGO we`ve established.

I met a couple of them personally through some friends. I
had sent an appeal to all my friends and relatives that I know to help me out
to find a suitable one.

There are certain groups of people in Nepal who tend to make
money out of everything. To these people money is all that matters in life. As
soon as they hear that I live in Germany and I tend to help people here in
Nepal, they think that money can easily be earned from me. I can`t say earned.
I must say, they try to fool one to earn easy money.

After searching for sometime I came across a C.A. through a
friend of mine, who shares some of my thoughts and has agreed to help us with
minimal amount of wages.

This small blog is to say a vote of thanks to these nice
people.



Constitution of Nepal 2072

English Posted on Sun, September 20, 2015 16:05:04

Whenever I get emotional, I grab my computer to set up for
writing. This is one of the most important days in Nepalese history. Today the
national constitution has been issued.
Constitutions have been issued in Nepal several times before, but what
makes it different and special this time is that, today a new constitution as a
federal democratic republic has been issued.

This isn`t just a good news since all the parties and people
aren`t satisfied with this new constitution. There are certain places in the
south of the country, who feel that this new constitution doesn`t fulfill their
wishes and rights.

But we do hope that the firework at the constitutional
assembly does bring new light for our people and country. May this new day
bring a new ray of hope for us Nepalese. May Pashupatinath bestow peace and
prosperity to our beautiful and small country Nepal.



Mandala International School

English Posted on Thu, September 17, 2015 12:50:03

I was invited to visit a
school yesterday. The school is called Mandala international school and is run
by a teacher called Min Bahadur Shahi. Min dai is from Dailekh and he was the
project coordinator of Dailekh School Project, once run by the Rato Bangala
School.

I came to know Min dai
through Barbara. Barbara is a German friend of mine, whom I know from Berlin.
Barbara’s attachment to Nepal is also very peculiar. She and Martin, her
husband, first travelled to India during the early 80’s. During that time they
also visited Nepal. They did Annapurna trek at that time. Barbara was so
fascinated from Nepal that she started visiting Nepal frequently. She also
coordinates and helps small projects and communities.

I came to know Barbara
through NEDEG, a Nepali-German-NGO in Berlin, Germany. I have been a member of
this NGO, which helps to extend the cultural aspect of both the countries since
2002, when I first went to Germany.

Barbara has organized an
exchange program between Nepalese school students and German school students
with the help of a friend of hers, Karin. Karin is herself a school headmaster
of a school in Berlin. The German government has also helped to fund this
project

The Mandala school is in
Kalanki, in the inner outskirt of Kathmandu. It is a small school, which runs
classes from 1-10 grades.

I introduced myself to the
small group of 9 students, 6 girls and 3 boys. They were very shy in the
beginning. But after some time, we started interacting with each other. I gave
overall view about Germany, as far as I knew and could. They asked me some
questions to satisfy all the queries they had.

Next time when I met them,
they will share their experiences about their visit in Germany with me.

Life has different aspects
and I’m trying to reveal these different aspects of life.



Earthbag Seminar

English Posted on Thu, September 17, 2015 12:48:00

I was invited by Ripu, my
school friend to attend a seminar regarding how an earthquake resistant house
can be built. The seminar was called Earthbag Building Seminar and took place
for 2 days.

The seminar took place at
hotel owner`s farmhouse where Ripu works everyday. I went to the army school
together with Ripu. The friendship has evolved to a new dimension since few
years because we share similar passion and hobbies.

As a doctor I may not need
to be in this seminar but as a normal Nepali, it`s a privilege to be able to
attend this seminar and after the big earthquake in Nepal.

An American engineer, who
has almost over 10 years of experience in building earthquake resistant houses,
conducted the seminar. Dr. Owen Geiger has been living in Thailand and the U.S.
after the great Tsunami in Thailand in the year 2004. Right after the Tsunami,
the idea of earth bag houses struck to him as a solution to such natural
disasters.

The seminar took place for 2
days and it has given us the basic ideas how a cheap earthquake resistant house
can be built with minimal cost.

We both attended this
seminar since we`re going to Ripu`s village in Dhading, which has been
completely destroyed by the earthquake, to rebuilt houses. Furthermore I tend
to build up a small heath post with this technique in upper Dhading, which has
also been very much affected by the big earthquake.

The seminar was also very
productive since I came across certain interesting people. Two French
youngsters who are engineer themselves and have been staying in Nepal to
rebuild houses and schools.

A Nepali showed us the
photos of his earthquake resistant house build with rammed earth. I`ve planned
to visit his house with Torsten, my German friend who`s himself an architect.

Overall the seminar on 6th
and 7th of September was a productive one for me.



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