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In 2003, the whole world was fretted by the emergence of SARS epidemic. Severe acute respiratory syndrome (SARS) was caused by SARS-CoV virus, which originally originated from Hong Kong and spread over 37 countries worldwide . According to WHO, a total of 8,098 people got infected with the virus, of these 774 people died worldwide. It was much talked about because, the emergence of the epidemic coincided with invasion of Afghanistan by United States, and many people feared Bioterrorism with this virus. That didn’t happen, and since 2004 no cases of SARS infection has been reported anywhere in the world.

However, a new infectious outbreak has emerged in Middle east, especially Saudi Arabia. A few cases have been reported in African and European countries too. The outbreak, Known as Middle east respiratory syndrome (MERS), is caused by a virus similar to Corona virus that caused SARS (SARS-CoV) a decade back. Caused by the infection of MERS-CoV, MERS patient was first identified in Saudi Arabia in September 2012. Since then, 144 cases of human infection have been reported worldwide, with 62 deaths. Lion's share of these deaths and infections have been reported in Saudi Arabia (121 cases of infection with 51 reported deaths).

                            


MERS Coronavirus patients develop severe acute respiratory illness with symptoms of fever, cough, and shortness of breath. In the later stages of infection, pneumonia and renal failure has been reported. MERS Coronavirus is a zoonotic virus, originating from Bats. Since the chances of transmission from Bat to Human route is significantly low in realistic world, many scientists, including Stanley Perlman, believes that indirect route of infection through domesticated animals might have been followed in most of the cases reported so far. It is noticeable, that in April this year, WHO rejected the chances of Human to Human transmission of the viruses. However come August, cases of human to human transmission (in close proximity) have been documented. This leads to only one conclusion, the virus is adapting in human cells.


We have seen the world wide newspapers and news portals covering the news about MERS Coronavirus outbreak. In Fact, Margaret Chan, Director general of WHO went on to say, "MERS-CoV is a global threat". Yet, hardly more than a hundred people are infected with it. Then why is everyone talking about it?

First of all, people are just talking. No significant steps has been deployed to contain the infection in the country of its origin, Saudi Arabia, and it has already travelled to Europe, Africa and many countries of the Middle east. Now that the virus has already spread to Europe and Africa, it is likely  to spread throughout the world as people continue to travel throughout the world.

If we remember the SARS outbreak, the SARS virus (SARS-CoV) adapted to human cells to such an extent that it was unable to infect bat cells. In the case of MERS, human to human transmission was considered a minor component of disease development process, but human to human transmission has been documented in both attenuated  and healthy persons. Consider this, there are more than half a million migrant Nepali workers in Middle east (I didn’t stretch myself to find the exact number), imagine how hard it will hit Nepal if corona virus infection ever reach epidemic proportions.

Until this day, the infection of MERS coronavirus hasn’t reached any alarming state, and much like H7N9 infection, it can be controlled too. A close relation between, WHO, People where the virus is found and the government is required. However, so far, no substantial steps has been taken in controlling this outbreak. Focus needs to be on identifying the unique features of the virus, finding the source of the virus, quarantining the infected and those on close proximity among other. We aren't ready with the vaccines, neither do we have necessary medications to cure MERS, preventive approach is what we should be looking too.

Moreover, we from Nepal should be monitoring the situation with close eye, and be alert for any such infections happening in Nepal. I won't be amazed, if next case of MERS coronavirus is reported in Nepal, in a migrant worker coming to celebrate Dashain/Tihar. We need to be prepared for the worst.

(Data used here is from CDC and WHO)
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He is the ashtray,
An ashtray in astray.
Burnt by smoke and ashes,
Fowl smelling,
He recollects the pieces,
Lives in the tempest,
And often burns himself,
Trying to pacify the strife inside
Stormy outside, whirlwind inside,
It’s the solo that he sings now,
A solo from opera long forgotten,
There is no Diva,
Neither is symphony to the melody
No melisma, no movements.
Its all he breathes,
Memories of the ensemble they lived,
Those happiness that came in paltry,
The Baton has been passed,
What was torrid has become frigid,
And seemingly, he has ceded to destiny
That is him, the way I see,
Living a mercurial life,
Either musing, or
Living lie of felicity,
Like an ashtray, in astray.
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The Phone rang suddenly at 4 in afternoon. With the sleepy voice, I responded, "Hello!". The voice on the other end said. "Let's meet in Pulchowck, will you?". "Pulchowck where? When?" and she said "The place where we ate Mo:Mo last time, in 30 minutes?", "Okey". And so I woke up, after my afternoon's unplanned nap that lasted for more than 4 hours, accidentally. And so with messed up hair, and messed up beard, I rushed to pulchowck. And yea, I still managed to look good rey, but that’s other thing.

I know the photo doesn't look great, but often decorated Mo:Mos doesn't taste as good as they look.


Today, I am only looking inside the Mo:Mo. We go to the restaurants, gaze at the menu for several minutes and when we ultimately order, irrespective of how hungry we are or what is the best food in the restaurant, or what time of the day it is, it's like a rule to order Mo:Mo. Since the college and a year more, the memories of the pieces of Mo:Mo that I stole from my friend's plates or friends stole from my plate kept haunting. For four years, I kept on eating Jhaal fry's and Aakhni/Khichuri, knowing that someday, I will say goodbye to this terrible food for good. Now that I don’t have to eat all those foods, I have become a Mo:Mo monster once again.

I went on to Wikipedia to see how is Mo:Mo defined there, and it is written "Nepali Dumplings". Somebody should add, "which is treated something like the national food in Nepal". I didn’t use to like Mo:Mo much in the early years. In our place, the only Mo:Mo we used to get was, Vegetable Mo:MO. And for an insatiable meat guzzler like me, Cabbage never tingled the palate. I became the Mo:Mo monster only when I was in high school. I had a friend, and my next door neighbor, Rishav. We used to gather our cycles after college, cycle around the streets, eat 1 and half plate (डेढ प्लेट) Mo:Mo Mo:MO king, or sometimes Himalaya Hall, almost every other day. And often return home, late and in pell-mell, and get scolded. I happened to stay alone in Kathmandu right after high school, for one month or so, and often, let me rephrase it, always, my day's or Night's or both time's meal used to be Mo:Mo, yet I never got bored of it.

Ordering a plate of Mo:Mo, a plate of Chowmein and sharing it with someone else is something that I am discovering these days. Oh! And add to it, Sausages. 
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I saw a blog today, about how she started her habit of reading books, from a friend. My upbringing was almost like her's. My Dad never bought me Toys, he always came home with bag full of books. That is not what I am going to write about today. I realized many days ago, that I haven't updated my Read/Reading/Read section of the blog for more than a year now, but never had enough courage to go through the page and edit/update it. I am finally doing it now.

"Always read something that will make you look good if you die in the middle of it."

–P.J. O’Rourke
I have been a victim of Internet, and easily downloadable movies and series. I don't read often these days, and i cant read for long too. I have started reading "Arresting Gods in Kathmandu" and "The Guru's of Love" for more than two weeks now, and haven't completed half of any.


List of Books (which i remember, I read last year)
1. Radha (Krishna Dharawasi)
2. Saranarthi (Krishna Dharawasi)
3. Adha Bato (Krishna Dharabasi)
4. Pandulipi (Krishna Dharabasi)
5. Sheto Dharti (Amar Neupane)
6. Jiwan Kanda ki Phool (Jhamak Ghimire)
7. China Harayeko Manche (Haribansa Acharya)
8. Loo (Nayan Raj Pandhey)
9. Maile Hidheko Bato (Sitajee)
10. Ghanchakkar (Sanjeev Uprety)

And those written in English were,
1. The White Tiger (Arvinda Adiga)
2. The God of Small Things (Arunhati Roy)
3. Walking with the Comrades(Arundhati Roy)
4. Steve Jobs (Walter Issacson)
5. Stranger (Albert Camus)
6. Myth of Sisyphus (Albert Camus)
7. Thus Spake Zarathustra (Frederick Nietzsche)
8. 1984 (George Orwell)
9. Animal Farm (George Orwell)
10. Critique of Pure Reasoning (Kant)
11. Manuscript Found in Accra
12. Midnight's Children (Salman Rushdie)
13. Eat, Pray, Love (Elizabeth Gilbert)
14. The Glass Palace (Amitav Ghosh)
15. Inferno (Dan Brown)
16. Dreams from my Father (Barack Obama)
17. The Audacity of Hope (Barack Obama)
18. Kane and Abel (Jeffrey Archer)
19. Only Time will tell (Jeffrey Archer)
20. The Sins of the Father (Jeffrey Archer)
21. Mein Kampf (Adolf Hitler)
22. Few Shidney Sheldon books which i don't remember the names, because i didn't have anything else to do.
23. Ulysses (James Joyce)
24. The Great Gatsby (F. Scott Fitzgerald)
23. Anna Karenina (Leo Tolstoy) (read these two books because the movies were coming.)

these are all that I can remember for now.
Reading.....
24. The Gurus of Love.
25. Arresting Gods in kathmandu (both Samrat Upadhyay's books.)

Oh! and finally, I love books, My Birthday is coming, and Books make a great Birthday Gift. So, if any of you were searching for Gift ideas for my Birthday, this is it. 
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Let me ask you a fair question, "How many people you know, alive today, started listening English music because they listened to Bob Dylan and they fell in love with him instantly?" I am expecting a answer similar to zero, because other than myself, I don’t know any of them, yet.

Actually, looking back, I had quite an uncommon upbringing. I started listening English music when I first heard "The Times that are A chaingin" while I was in class 6 or 7. My Uncle was listening to a English song in a Audio cassette player. I looked at the cassette cover and, asked him, "Who is this Bob Dylan Kaka?" I still remember what he replied, "He is a poet, singer, musician, a communist who isn't a communist, and a revolutionary. And, If you listen to him, He is going to be that reason that your life will be never the same again." Just as he said, the song hit somewhere in me, that I found the rebellion inside me instantly. I listened to his records, I started reading communist literature at the time most of us would study for their exams or spend hours watching Movies. I started writing poems, that would classify as "rebellion poems". And became free willed. Right at the time, I started becoming agnostic, and when I got out from school, I had already became an infidel.

Then I got introduced to freewheleen' Bob Dylan when I first listened to "Blowing in the Wind" , and it changed everything. I couldn't help but think, How in the earth a 21 year old boy could write a song like this, song of black pity and moral dilemma of being white man in America of 60s. I was barely over 16 then, and hadn't done anything remotely creative except for writing some sulky poems. The voice of people had gotten into me, and days started to begin with "even the president of the United States has to stand naked" and end with "nobody's home" or 'desolution row'. I became Johana's lover, as well as the workman singing homesick blues. I saw my dream shatter while listening to Bob Dylan's dreams. Bob Dylan was all English music I ever listened in school.

Then came the time of English Rock songs. Led zeppelin  Kurt Cobain  Bob Marley and Jim Hendrix. I have literally never touched a guitar, but If I have seen perfection, Its Hendrix and his guitar. I went for a spiritual quest, I got back along with Ravi Shankar and his strings. Whenever i went somewhere, I took some Buddhist mantras as well as George and the whole Beatles with me. I never find the solitude I searched for, yet, I am glad I didn’t. The music that was more popular than Jesus, gazed me. Rumblings around the tomato fields and nursery we have in my home, listening to let it be, Hard day's night, and here comes the sun, I wept with their guitar for the many good things I lost, I don’t know more than a zillion times.

Its hard to accept the fact that I got acquainted with Pink Floyd pretty late. I was just out of high school and had dropped a year before college. I got a DVD full of Floyd songs from friend. I was hooked immediately, nothing had gotten me like the echoes, wish you were here, mother, money, comfortably numb, Gunner's Dreams or the most beautiful of them all Shine on you crazy diamond, did to me. Even today the most favorite past time is listening to The wall, Final cut or TDSM.

Those who know me, know that I am terrible at Musical taste. And a thousand time worse or so am I in making music or singing music. And whenever I start making my playlist for some tour or something, I leave less than 10% space for the contemporary music, while letting Dylan, Pink Floyd, LedZepp and Beatles take the bulk of space. 

And lastly, I am not punk, neither do I do drugs or  weed. I don't wear torn jeans. I am not as freewheleen' as i used to be once anymore. But yes, I am a Rock and Roll fan. And the thing about Rock 'n' Roll is, "there was time when, woody Guthrie was dead, Little Richard was becoming a preacher, so whether you are a christian or folksinger, Rock 'n' Roll was the devil." I was in a ditch, up a cliff, out of step, ready to quit."(~I am not there).

P.s. Last year I discovered, Freddie Mercury is still alive, and holds a concert at his home yearly. As soon as I heard that, It went to my bucket list straight away.


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