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Nepal lost yesterday to Jordan in world cup qualifiers. I didn’t see the match, was goin to watch, untill they got one ‘alu’ only 7 minutes to play. So, I thought madhyaraat ko tato was a better option(#JK). Some of the newspaper wrote,"Nepal ko World cup khelne sapana adhuro”.. I mean seriously? Maile ta tyasto sapana kahile dekhina, My dreams are generally realistic.. FYI. The guru, Robert grant said, yo Nepali team were the best team in last decade rey? Really? I don’t know how to compare two teams, but this team is certainly better than tyo 28(Atthaise) goal khane team hai? May be all eleven were blown away by the talk of interest on Rohit Chand Bhai from Gunners and spurs. or Were they all waiting for the charming queen Rania to come and cheer for them hola ni? J hos, the players habituated to play in Khet(Or Khet’s are better than how Dasarath Rangasala looks today?) got only 9 potatoes and let them have none. I wonder who two among the eleven will be the unlucky ones? Any idea folks, Or should I phone Grant guru? Whatever happened, I don’t expect Nepali-players.

A day before that, almost hundred people were killed in Oslo. When I first heard the news, the first thing I thought was, Norway didn’t have any ties with America in the fight against terrorists. Now what we think about terrorists is well known. Baird like Osama or Mulla Umer Hajurbuwa, and cloths like taliban militant hai? oh! Hamra Prachanda ra Baburam uncle haru ajhai pani terrorist ko list ma chan kyare haina? on a quick note, Are the Mao buddies ousting Prachanda? common, be a Kamau-nistha and let him be a president(or primeminister), let his son earn some rupee-supee(like sujata aunty did when GP hajurbuwa was at the prime). These maobuddies don’t know the rule of being kamau-nist. Take a lecture or two from KP uncle, and see his golden watch, which he got when he was ghar-mantri.

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Jimmi Hendrix, Bon scott of  AC/DC, Sid viscous, Kurt Cobain, Elvis Presley, John Lennon, Jim Morrison what is common in these names? Well, no prize for guessing, they are all rock/pop stars and all died young. Some died due to suicide, overdose, addiction and heart attack or what ever the cause may be but rockstars are prone to die young.Rock stars – notorious for their "crash and burn" lifestyles are more likely than other people to die before reaching old age.
A study of more than 1,000 mainly British and North American artists, spanning the era from Elvis Presley to rapper Eminem, found they were two to three times more likely to suffer a premature death than the general population.
Between 1956 and 2005 there were 100 deaths among the 1,064 musicians examined by researchers at the Centre for Public Health at Liverpool John Moores University.

More than a quarter of all the deaths were related to drugs or alcohol abuse, said the study in the Journal of Epidemial Community Health."The paper clearly describes a population of rock and pop stars who are at a disproportionate risk of alcohol and drug related deaths," said Mark Bellis, lead author of the study. "In the music industry, factors such as stress, changes from popularity to obscurity, and exposure to environments where alcohol and drugs are easily available, can all contribute to substance use as well as other self-destructive behaviors," the report said.

Was Def Leppard right when they philosophized that it was better to burn out than fade away? Live fast die young is what they are famous for. While it may be some bad numerology Karma but most of them died at the age of 27. Here are the list of some who died young:

Elvis Presley: When “The King” was found dead at his bathroom on August 1977 at the age of 42. The doctors said its because of Heartattack but it was obviously due to drugs and sleeping pills. He really was the greatest star of the Rock and roll.

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John Lennon: The Beatles front man was shot by Mark Chapman at the age of 40, well he was probably not a drug addict but the world wasn’t the Utopia he imagined.

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A letter Rosalind Franklin- The dark lady of DNA wrote to her father.

 

(I love the following words from– an excerpt from a letter Rosalind wrote to her father arguing against his assertion that her secular/scientific worldview made her cold and uncaring. It’s a perfect response to an accusation I’ve heard often myself, and a great expression of my own humanist credo:)

“You frequently state, and in your letter you imply, that I have developed a completely one-sided outlook and look at everything in terms of science. Obviously my method of thought and reasoning is influenced by my scientific training – if that were not so my scientific training would have been a waste and a failure. But you look at science (or at least talk of it) as some sort of demoralising invention of man, something apart from real life, and which must be cautiously guarded and kept separate from everyday existence. But science and everyday life cannot and should not be separated. Science, for me, gives a partial explanation of life. In so far as it goes, it is bases on fact, experience and experiment. (…) I agree that faith is essential to success in life (success of any sort), but I do not accept your definition of faith, i.e., belief in life after death. In my view, all that is necessary for faith is the belief that by doing our best we shall come nearer to success and that success in our aims (the improvement of the lot of mankind, present and future) is worth attaining. Anyone able to believe in all that religion implies obviously must have such faith, but I maintain that faith in this world is perfectly possible without faith in another world (…). I see no reason why the belief that we are insignificant should lessen our faith – as I have defined it.”

 

Felt like sharing :)

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A boy was watching his grandmother write a letter. At one point he asked:

“Are you writing a story about what we’ve done? Is it the story about me?”

His grandmother stopped writing her letter and said to her grandson: “I am writing about you, actually, but more important than the words is the pencil I’m using. I hope you will be like pencil when you grow up.”

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Intrigued, the boy looked at the pencil, it didn’t seem very special.He said, “But its like any other pencil I’ve ever seen!”

“That depends on how you look at the things. It has five qualities which, if you manage to hang on to them, will make you a person who is always at peace with the world”

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There were the days when I used to have three hours just to write A for Apple, B for Ball and bla bla bla and space to draw some random figures in the answer papers. I had to do nothing but fight with Bahini and some friends all round the day and fight with mum at the end of the day for the food I liked or I detested. At that time when some one asked me what I wanted to be, I would childishly answer,”Mo ta Thulo Vayela Doktol banne (I will be Doctor when I grow old)” with smile in the face. The days would start with chiya from Buwa’s (Grandfather) cup of tea and ended with Buwa’s stories. I got everything I wanted there… I was the king of my world then.
When TV came in that world and the thirteen minutes of  ‘The Thriller’ came as the most exciting thing of my world I wanted to be like Michael Jackson. Folks used to tell me the story of Michael… how a Negro/Habsi became the American and all. I was during my primary school days, when I used to know it all without reading and finish all my homeworks in the school so that I would have nothing left but watch TV. As I grew older my Baba(DAD) made me addicted to books. He used to bring one book or other every time he went somewhere and the book ranged from fairytales to child magazine and simple-informatic books. All those helped me a lot to change from ‘I know it all’ to ‘Oh! I have so many things to learn’. Grades started to rise, I started to save money from Tiffin to buy Harry porter books(first one when I was at 8), started writing poems, started excelling at quizes and then all encouraged me to be an engineer when I passed my class ten coz I was so very good at Maths and Science. But somehow now I ended up studying Biology here.(same things said again and again hola hai?)

Those were the good old Pre-internet days or little internet days, when I wouldn’t take more than a day or two to finish a good book. But as my count of springs increased, with some responsibility everything has changed. The free times, which are so very less anyways, that I used to spend with books is now overtaken by Internet,movies and more precisely social network. While writing this, I have now two books pending to be finished for I don’t know how many weeks sandwiched somewhere between my course of studies, my time wasted in Internet or watching movies or the time I spend trying to gather some sleep. I am not busy by any means but not free to do “good” things too. In the days of my Highschool when wikipedia was the next best thing I knew, although google was always there as the GODFATHER of all Search Engines but I always entered my queries in wikipedia rather than google itself, and it had all the answers wanted, it was my tutor of the times. In the world where the famous words of the last milenium,”I don’t know” is buried in the deepest realms, and everytime you dare to say so, one or another will pop up and say, ”LMGTFY” (Honestly  speaking I didn’t know what that meant untill one of my friend who happens to be a techie said that LMGTFY=Let me google that for you, and lol’ed me for being a moroon). Yes I suck at these things and even more I don’t like being part of this world. I belong to those good old preinternet days where reading books and hanging around with friends without any cause was the next best thing. I don’t like being poked, DMed or foursquared or chat-msgd (which I seldom reply) rather being called or taken out of home without any notice.
imageAnd what about other things? for example the kids (and I too) nowadays saves their tiffin so that they can buy a good DVD or two, or rather have o pizza rather than buying books. We spend a hell lot of time infront of TV or Internet or movies (provided the electricity is there). How many of will you go to theatre to watch Harry porter-the movie rather than reading Harry porter-the book? oh! wait I can count your numbers. and there so many words the kids know that I didn’t knew back then, like blown away(isnt it rocketed?), suck(isnt it Chusnu in Nepali), ROFL,LMAO,FYI, and the f-word,the c-word and other slangs and bla bla bla. When I was a KID: Sex meant GENDER, Bitch was a FEMALE DOG,BJ was a NICK-NAME,Bang was a SOUND and bla bla.
When someone, I forgot who? but probably Bob Dyalan (and in the world where google has banned us from not knowing every.little.thing.till.date I didn’t waste time searching for it) said, “Don’t grow up, getting older is a trap”, he said it right. During my first year as a university student the first thing I knew was wikipedia isn’t my tutor anymore. My teacher famously said science is more complex than what wikipedia is, I didn’t have doubts. And not a little when Everytime I prepare for exams of my beloved subject staying up till 3 in the morning and then again waking up at 7 and still somehow sulk at it despite knowing all the answers. The world is a sophisticated high entropy(not going per thermodynamics) where every.little.thing.i.know isnt enough anymore. Wikipedia is replaced by Pubmed, medline and other sophisticated servers,the articles we have to use as reference to write any assignment most compulsorily be some published journals, and you need to be smart while answering your papers.
Weren’t those old A for Apple days better by all means?







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