In Her Kitchen

To get angry every-time I am not born stubborn. Its mom's love and care toward her baby that makes me cry, yell, fight, throw plates and still smile inside with a glass and mouth full of water as if no one is looking at me.

It's common because it's a ritual in her kitchen as see offer plates full of varieties of dishes and leave no space in the plate to start the meal. Of course half of the plates is filled with rice and every bite of it contains at least two three husks in it and I can see it clearly to shout every-time as I sit for meal.

I don't care it because I have varieties of curries along with rice. She always fries half the same vegetable and boil the other half it increase no of items cooked. Isn't it fun with meal? Whatever, it is the bowl next to the plate that always spreads pleasure smell of clarified butter (ghee) which I hate most and make me burst into tears.  Finally, not the least she is habituated to serve fresh crushed pickle which I care a lot. Every-time I sit for the meal I look at the grinding stone and pop my tongue.

Today we got broad leaf mustard fried, boiled and pickled. Where on earth you can get so much different varieties of mustard in a meal plate at a time? Hail GOD! I am lucky today no lentil bowl today. Now, I am at the table before the plate where something is missing. It seems perfect but when anyone sits for a meal there is always one or the other thing she miss to serve. Fortunately, she never forget to serve rice as it's the main meal served in every plates. Thanks, today she didn't offer glass of water. I don't know when I will be shouting at her.

Damn it, I start my part from my plate as so do all and who cares. Mom is so busy. Not only now, it's every-time. She doesn't love an idle life as its devil's station. And in the meantime everyone can find her busy in the washbasin playing with dishes. Hail again, who on earth gets one idle mother like her?

Finally, my eyes filled with tears and I say to myself oh my lovely mom once I could repeat your part again. Now, who's going to serve all of us in the table? Whatever and however you are we spend half this life so with all those daily shouts and fights, love you how you are.

TO STUDY WITH FUN

It was for a start, with fun. I say Grandpa I can't stick on one thing. So, not to worries as he said there are always alternative ways. You just refresh yourself with my tricks everyday.

Listen there's no boundary in learning. Apply the senses and create your own way to learn.

SEE – keep a close eye upon what's happening, READ  – read again and again, LISTEN – to the teacher, peers, PRACTICE – as until you are sure you can, REALIZE – (Be aware of it) accept failure and rework for success (failure brings a step closer to success)

These are the ways by which he said you learn everything in your life.

SCHEDULED vs. RANDOM - Then how should these ways be implemented.

If you trust the nature and how morning, night, day, season and year is scheduled just organize your schedule as the time moves on. You should be punctual and develop a bond between our study and attitude.

Alternatively, everyone likes change. No everything in this world is scheduled. The rain, cloud, wind are not scheduled or neither they follow any fixed pattern. Their probability and prediction are not accurate every time. So, enjoy your study as the way you love. Just randomize (unscheduled) yourself.

The Five R's - techniques to assist learning process.

REVIEW – basic structure, REVISE – full contents, REMEMBER – the core element, RECALL – periodically, REVISIT – to check update

And at last, be imaginative (does not means to be a dreamer). Being imaginative and developing the nearest scene in the mind increases memory.

Except You

Let me rain into tears so my eyes go dry in no time. I don’t beg you cause I am a coward separated from this world by heart. But still I am leaving in a hope to share this life with you.

In this confused state of mind, where I hoped you to be my guide for I got nothing known to this world. But we are miles away separated by state and range of behavior and thoughts. You are embroidered and flourished by culture and religion.

And I said to myself – “How can I?” present this stupidity for you to ruin your expectations. Let it go lonely who cares as you have not felt of this pain and tears.

Well these feelings are like the seasons of year, climate of the day and the thoughts of the moment which changes. Cause I don’t know anything, I got nothing on the dream except you.

Regret Letter

Earthquake – Nepal – 25 April 2015 (2072 Baisakh 12) Saturday 12 pm

Date: 2 May 2015 Nepali Time - 22:00

Night is on its way, darkness is the scene, dissolving clouds, and moon is not only the hope as the sky is filled with stars. In the summary night the weather is chill. Restless as its inside the mind filled with exasperation. Counting the pace of night and a nearly full moon starry sky on my sight. Why am I staying alone in this life?

Past all these days, past all these nights, let it be the end or let it be a new start – remembering all those who else care and who don’t. Today I wish a stop and a go again as I see the moon on its own place for a while and feel a shift in short time frame.

Everyone mourning with a smile in their face and as if nothing has changed in this human race. Struggling as they are to come back on their own track. The cycle of life they have accepted so fast.

Regrets on my mind, don’t know why as I don’t even try. So add it up if you are on my side.

Thanks to all those who are directly or indirectly involved for the support and relief of earthquake victims.

A beautiful morning

This early morning I wake up in my bed when soft stroke of sunlight hit my face intersecting window glass. Still feeling sleepy I can hear birds chirping and tweeting. It sound so mild and clear that I got a feeling of symphony as if they are singing a beautiful song. I changed my position in the bed and the cold air entered into my blanket. I opened my eyes because I could not pretend to sleep.

Yelling "Good Morning" to mother nature I jump out from my bed and move to veranda. I scream again "What a beautiful morning". I can't describe the scene of this beautiful morning in words. The sky is clear. Sun is just rising between the hills and in the north the background of golden Himalayas separates land and sky. Breathing cold fresh air from Himalayas I enjoy the flight made by herd of  birds in the foreground. After a while I finish my morning tasks and climb up stairs to kitchen.

Morning tea is ready. Thanks mum. Then wondering what's with the sip of tea? I move to rooftop with teacup in my hand. And I see an incredible picture. Unbelievable I say to myself. At the top of  hillock where my house is situated, it is as if in an island. I never thought of  this natural animation until I see it myself. The fog covered several villages down the hill. What I can see is a big ocean of fug in between surrounding hills far away. Fleet of  birds are diving in and out in this virtual ocean. I enjoy the nature with a cup of tea.

I feel lucky because only few people can witness this natural vivacity. After a while sun is floating in sky and its bright intense light stroke evaporate the ocean of fog like the vapor rising from boiling water. The range of Himalaya in the north start loosing its color. The ordinary day begins from here. White Himalayas, clear picture of villages down the hill and the cold morning.

It's the same old talk of the town about a beautiful morning that I repeat with everyone. Thanks for joining me.