Howdy folks.

If anyone is reading.

1. We could all use a little bit of humor, eh? Well, I found my laughter medicine in Tina Fey's Bossypants. The other night I was laughing out loud at 11 in the night. Mother thought I had a seizure of some sort.
You have got to read it if you're a Fey Fan. Guaranteed to lift your mood.

The book is exactly what the cover is: funny 

2. I went on live on T.V. It was  an  OH-my-god-I-am-gonna-screw-this-up moment! But thankfully I didn't suck as bad as I thought I would (Well, that's what everybody told me. I feel better so let's leave it to that).

3. There is lots happening. I went to see Nepal's  most prestigious beauty pageants live! Here is a shout out to all the beautiful girls who participated. Couldn't have stood there  so confidently. Also  watching those Leggy lasses gave me pangs of jealousy. That Night I complained to Mother about how she didn't feed me enough calcium =)

4 And Oh! My quest to understand Nepalese Politics. I have made  a teeny progress. I now know the name of the Prime Minister of my country. Woohoo! That was a joke by the way. Politics is actually very interesting. And the more I learn, the more I learn!

 Rings a bell. Much!

Demons-I-Defeated

I want a Prime Minister who can shoot arrows and bring down rain during times of drought. I want a Prime minister who can carry the entire country in his pinky finger and save people from potential disaster. I want a Prime Minister who can crush demons with a mighty sword and make a garland out of all the bad guys.

But then, I realize that  (sadly)  we don't  live  in the glorious days of Mahabharata, Ramayanas and Krishna Leelas.

Citizens of the country have placed too much faith on this so called potential savior. We all are in search of this glorified soldier who can rid us of all our woes. There are elections and there are winners.  Then everybody hates the winner. Especially, the ones who lost against them in the race for power.  They hatch plans to become the next winner. It goes on and on and on. It's called the race for power. What is the race of power? The race for power is the most dangerous fight. It is more seductive than the lustrous eyes.

Sums it up, pretty much!

  Let's take this hero-talk to The National Volunteer  Clean-up Campaign that decided to clean-up Kathmandu, where the prime minister swept the floors outside the Constituent Assembly.  Many termed it to be a publicity stunt and many though it was very fake.

SO WHAT if it was a publicity stunt? At least a portion (even if tiny) of our much polluted country was actually clean, even for a day. We were so busy analyzing the prime ministers' possible strategy to maybe deviate our minds from the pending constitution that we didn't bother to mobilize ourselves and clean our communities.

And, here's a shout out for those who actually did take to the roads with brooms.

We look for ways to point out why we hate the prime minister so much. Hatred for politicians in the country overshadows the love we feel for the motherland.  It's a waste of time to look for a hero.Instead, try becoming one and the world could actually become cleaner!  

I repeat: There are no saviors. There are no men that can fight demons and shoot precise arrows. There is a country and there are people. Like us, who can take steps and become heroes in our own ways. And when a prime minister tries to sweep the roads with a broom, no matter how much you dislike him, follow him. Not to support him but to support the cause and to support the country. To set examples.

Maybe you are the savior who's going to wear those demons-I-defeated garlands?

Ah there I go again!

 *Here is some more news and controversies about the campaign:Corruption charges*

A Great new hobby

 We focus on marvelous technology and all the cool stuff we can do with a single click. But have you noticed a simple piece of jewelery that has made an impact in the past years.
   I am talking about for -a-cause  silicone wristbands. I wore the first ever wristband in 2004. It was for the Tsunami Relief Fund in Thailand. Since then, I have donned bands to support aids awareness and cancer.
  So where did the trend start?
  LIVESTRONG!  The Lance Armstrong foundation  launched wristbands in may 2004  as a fundraising item. Rest is history.

     If you're thinking of starting a fundraiser, don't miss out on these. It's a jewel! There are so many out there! Get creative and customize. The three things you need- The Internet, PayPal and a cause.

                    

            Here are different shades you can choose from, to show that you support breast cancer.

It could be a sweet way to show someone that they're special.

                                    Let us all start a hobby. Collect wristbands!

It's you and you and you.

 An Orange fingernail slashed with a shade of black.

 A nude colored lipstick,  leaves an imprint. Smack!

A tight black dress, maybe a little bit revealing.

A lose harem pant on the hippie who's singing.

A short bob, with bangs about to cover the eyes.

A long mane, curled to perfection on all sides.

Prom Queen, dazzling in diamonds.

An Olympian winner sprints like a lion.

A model on a calendar. Slim and sweet.

A firefighter mom,  beats all the heat.

 A  lover, gasping at her new promise ring.

 A  fighter,  abused in love, shuts the door on him.

 So many names,  countless attributions.

 Carved from roses, Made to perfection.

 Let's celebrate,

 Cuz we have something in common

                                                        

 Bright like a star, pure as heaven

 United under a specie, we are all called "Woman"

The Half Bitten Apple

      My relationship with Steve Jobs is relatively new. In 2010 I bought the much coveted MAC computer. And earlier this year, I watched his speech at Stanford University. For those of you who haven't, do it now. But one needs only a second to be drawn to charisma.
     Steve Jobs might not be the philanthropist we admire in Bill Gates, but he is an entrepreneur, a 'never quitter'. This is what I learn from him. He was " asked to quit" from the company he founded, at the age of 30. But he never gave up. He came back and since then he has become unstoppable.

    As I type these words, I look at my computer.  The layout, the design, the unique personality this machine device exudes. And the credits go to Steve Jobs and his friends. We would not have had the fancy Macintosh computers we learned about in school, there would be no speculations about iPhone 5. And there would be no Macbook Air ( with which you can slice an apple!).
   As the news of his death sinks in, we all mourn for the great mind. He has left an  imprint on our minds. Let us remember him every time we see the half bitten apple on our Macs, iphones, ipods.  And let me quote a very amusing Facebook status I read earlier - "With Steve Jobs gone, the apple in the Mac is now half bitten."

Mahabharata Part I

Arjuna and Krishnaji

    The epic of Mahabharata  is absolutely amazing. I  have watched  20 episodes in two days. It's the T.V series that was extremely popular in the late 80's, early 90's. Just when I was born. It is filled with culture and reflection. It speaks for the birth of who we are. The mythical creatures, the unbreakable vows,  the meditating sages, the beautiful princesses, the warrior kings. A kingdom, kept precious. These things seem so whimsical to us. Perhaps it is too good to be real. Perhaps we have  marked our ancient culture as conservative. It depends.
    But it is important to know where you come from. It is important to derive insipration. It is important to devote yourself.  My quest transcends the boundaries of religion. I am merely asking you all to take time to reevaluate. There have been many outcries against the Bhagwad Gita. Some leaders accuse it of being the ultimate excuse to not work hard and rely on fate. They have their right to do so. But I beg to differ. Those who choose to blind themselves in the name of fate, need no holy book to guide them. They will find ways to twist words.
   Mahabharat is not religion. It is literature. It has not only given idols to worship. It is the lead to a long road of cultural discovery. It shapes my identity.
     The heroes of Mahabharata aren't perfect. The Pandavas were cowards that failed to protect their  beloved wife from being stripped off, Krishnaji would've been called a player today.  In their faults lies our truth. Our way to realize that you can't be perfect.
     Stick around. I will share my other Mahabharata thoughts as the series unfolds.

Just a thought

We look for so many reasons. Reasons to fall in love. Reasons to start a fight. Reasons to cry. Reasons for another reason. Have you ever noticed that the quest to match the reason with it's possible  answers takes us a whole time.
I was sipping a can of coke today. Nothing special about it. Then I looked at it for a moment and realized I could do so many things with it. I could offer my neighbor to go play fetch with her dog. Or maybe I could collect and sell all the cans and earn some money for the yummy Mocha Coconut at Starbucks?
I ended up doing something quite outrageous. I turned my empty can into lady Gaga. It took us a little time but we ended up finding the bracelets the fluffy pink crown and even a butterfly. I was at the mall and a few stopped and watch as I tried to  make my Gaga-can look cute.



I must say my little art and craft time with myself might have looked like a total waste of time, but we can derive so much from my beautiful (admit it!) creation. If an empty bottle can look so nice ;) have you ever sat down and thought what that beautiful heart of yours can do?

Set goals, shall we? Let's make this summer a productive one. Don't let the sun melt your energy *insert a heart here*