Passion, my friend Shailendra keeps telling me, is all you need (for being a good photojournalist). So before I tell you why I am interested in joining this training, I would like to show you whether I have the passion for it because I believe that Shailendra was right in this matter. Passion does go a long way.
Wanting to shoot what I see has been something that I remember I wanted to do as long as I can remember.
I cried today. Well sort of. It was just a micromininano second of ‘crying’. There were tears in my eyes a little time before that because of this movie on HBO. It was just a very short thing….the ‘crying’. I don’t even remember if there was a sob. Just a micromininanopico second. I just ‘swelled up’. There was this incredible burst of emotions. The movie was over. The credits were over. I just sat there staring… at nothing. Then it happened. It just grabbed me. Like they say a big explosion lifts up a body into the air and throws it way high before ‘gravity takes over’, or rather the force loses its force.
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Well here’s a couple of funny bear videos i saw in YouTube when I had nothing to do (which is usually most of the time) and wasn’t sleeping (which again is most of the time) and watching TV (Ah again..MOST OF THE TIME)…..ANd it had been quite a while since i’d updated this humanforsaken place.. so took the easiest way out. ANd would you believe it…I was in the office for hours just looking at these videos…..All that time and i could have done something….nah I couldn’t I’ve lost it.
Before you (I mean there MUST be at least one person reading this no? Please please please let there be. Well I’m mail the link to a few. So I rest assured that there indeed is a YOU reading this) go “Hey wasn’t there another one with the same title down there somewhere,” let me say that indeed there was. (Of course I am again assuming that YOU have read that one too. Man do I have a super high opinion of myself ? Well who hasn’t? Even the people with the lowest self esteem have that like “Man I am the worst. There is no one as bad and suck at more things than me. But I have so much potential. Why did it all go wrong and I ended up here.” See first the person thinks he/she is the best at being the worst and then there is the other thing.) Click to Overdose on senseless RANTING »
When Life Bowls another Chinaman* 
*for those not familiar with cricket, a chinaman is a ball bowled by a left-handed bowler to a right-handed batsman that spins from off to leg. Pretty confusing huh? First no tickets then no seats then a brief period of gentle breeze blew to give a false sense that the sailing was going be smooth now. And then it again began. Big giant waves hit. I lost my passport, then my good right ankle gives away, then misunderstanding drops me at the airport without an exit visa, a long walk. Then the visa guy says “Five days!” Next hotels won’t take me then the wheel of the suitcase goes out. And would you believe it? I get lonely and turn on the TV which has only Chinese for a sense of company.Then to top it all my backup hard drive crashes with 3.92 GBs of photo right after I format my camera card. Finally I get a computer and it’s all in Chinese.
Two guys from the shop try until near midnight but can’t and here I am eating Oriel cookies and water for breakfast, tapping away in the Chinese 60-day trial version of Microsoft Office Word 2007, changing the font to English every now and then from Chinese, on Sunday, November 11, 2007, and the final day of Tihar in Nepal (I think) at the room number 3 of the 13th floor of one of China Daily’s to 14-story ‘dormitories’ in what I hope will be the final leg of this chapter of my misadventures. Click to Overdose on senseless RANTING »
MaSang Sakha ChorMyan organizes Sitinin
The Adakshhya doing a sit-in-up-on-top-of above-onto-death program to display the plight of the less-chair society. Boast Photo:Baburam Notbhattarai
Disclaimer: The following report will not be understood by people outside the tkp and also inside. But just read one and wahever… And btw if you find this kinda different in styal and others then please note that than then that in this repot I have tried to conform with the expereince that I have gained in TKP and conform with our great unique styal. thank you.
-hEadeater
Here are some quotes I picked up from BBC’s blog on the day of the Oz-Protozoas semi match
“1415 BST: Dressing-room doors firmly shut at the mo, and we can only imagine what’s going on in there - Jacques Kallis practising his forward defensive in the mirror while Andre Nel is being restrained with ropes, while in the Aussie locker-room Matthew Hayden gulps down his third protein shake of the day while bench-pressing a fridge with his spare hand.”
- Tom Fordyce, the live text commentator for BBC
Cold day in hell or when hell freezes over stands means never. But if there is a Bramhanda cycle when things all go recycle then after the armagedon n maha pralaya, hell will freeze over, eventualy. But when it snows in kathmandu has an even deeper significance. Cuz it’s been thought to be more of a non possible thing. They say it did not snow here even during the ice age. But there was a rumor that it did some time way way long back. No one actually believed it. Well that is until TODAY.
CUZ IT BLOODY SNOWED IN KATHMANDU TODAY….woooooooooooooooooooooohoooooooooooooooo. Click to Overdose on senseless RANTING »
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(Dah-dit-dah-dit dah-dah-dah dah-dit dah-dit dit dah-dit-dah-dit dah dit-dit dah-dit dah-dah-dit/dit-dah-dah-dit dit dah-dah-dah dit-dah-dah-dit dit-dah-dit-dit dit) jolts me away from a much disturbed ’sleep’ at 0935hrs February 14, 2007. (THAT was Nokia’s ascending tone which stands for C-O-N-N-E-C-T-I-N-G/P-E-O-P-L-E) I reach my hand to pick up the phone to hoping wow SMS on Valentine’s Day morning. But in the last three days the phone just falls to the ground but unlike yesterday it doesn’t disintegrate and is intact. And it IS a Valentine’s Day message. BUT, it’s from Ramesh Singak. Called him up to complain about being woken up on Valentine’s Day by a guy and said “Ah I was hoping one from a girl you blah blah,” or something to that effect. Then one sms reply and then it’s tneetneetneetitititititititnitnitnitnitni! Ahhhh… It’s the phone this time. I don’t know the number. Some CDMA line I think. Pick it up and oh no not the voice I wanted to listen to. Some person I’d rather avoid. So I cut it. Then it rings again. I cut it. And again. Hellloooo! Can’t they take a hint? I think it rang one more time. Then I just picked it up and held it and they hung up after a few hellos and then it rings again. One more of the silent treatment and it’s over. Ah now I can sleep. Then it’s Mahendra dai. Talk to him about his story. Ah Perfect Valentine’s Day morning. Talks with two guys. Oh Great Powerful Forces of the Universe. Is this a hint? After a few minutes Avash sends a greeting. Oh Lord! Oh everything else!
Am I suffering from any of these?
Source: National Institute of Mental Health
Tick tack toe, you’re fitting into place
And now the old ways don’t seem true
Tick tack toe, you’re fitting into place
And now the old ways don’t seem true
Oh oh, suppose you’ll never know
Oh oh, suppose you’ll never know
22:45, Nov 16
I don’t feel too good. Really not so good. It’s not got to do with the stuffy nose I got…whatever it is – cold, pinas, flu, AIDS… it’s got the symptoms of all of them. I don’t know what it is. I just don’t feel very good. Not good at all.
How do I put it? I don’t exactly feel bad. Just whatever I feel is not what I want to feel like. That whole not-comfy I don’t wanna be here feeling.
I feel lost. Like a loser. Useless. Hopeless. Completely without hope. Nah that doesn’t sound funny. I checked the WordWeb for synonyms for hopeless to do the whole repeat the meaning of a word routine. You say the synonyms of a word again and again and it usually sounds funny. In all times except this. Click to Overdose on senseless RANTING »
Let’s observe a moment’s silence in memory of my latest piece of misfortune. The demise of my Cell/Mobile phone. I ‘lost’ it. I didn’t exactly lose it like it was in my pocket where is it. I knew where it was but not where it is now. I distinctly remember reminding myself to pick it up off the sports desk table. I distinctly remember making a note of its location under two press releases which I had shuffled to see if the one from Prime College was there. But as it is with me I forgot to do what I told myself to do. As is always the case with me I managed to let something that I HAD to do slip. And the result no more cell phone. Click to Overdose on senseless RANTING »
Handed the fighting fish to C for ‘safekeeping’. Am supposed to go to Thailand on Tuesday and as I said in one of my previous posts, I don’t like riding on things driven by anyone else. Plane rides rank second after long route busses and before bikes. So predictably and having those where will that plane come down tomorrow thing. I mean just think: once the plane goes up there is no room for anything. No switching on your sidelights and stopping on the side of the sky to change your tires or check the engine or other stuff. Anything goes wrong and whoosh straight down.
The fish is kind of sensitive, plus it just got over a whitespot break out and having lost quite a few fishes in the past month I don’t quite fancy losing this one. Plus I like this one nicely. And if I don’t get back it will be taken care off.
I got nothing to write right now….. Well that statement is not exactly true… come to think of it… It is in fact entirely totally fully completely wholly and all together untrue.
Come to think of it, no matter how you interpret it, it still has no grain of truth in it. I have so much to write about. Well the fact of the matter is I have too much to write about…. But you know me. Well if you don’t then you will soon come to know of it.
There is one thing about me that’s extremely constant. I am a very very very alchie person. Procrastination does not come second nature to me. It is probably the only nature that comes to me. That and taunting, teasing and “critically acclaiming” and doing things that irritate people and want them want to trample me.
People say I have too much Virgo cusp in my Libra perfectionism. That, my friends, foes and those who I don’t care about, is a very lethal combination. It’s like mixing Beer and Vodka. Hope my parents or relatives aren’t reading this. But I will not tell you how I found out how lethal that cocktail is. Some other time I promise. Knowing me I probably will never get to keeping that promise. Not because I don’t keep promises. I always keep my promises (except one that I made to my ex). I just get to keeping them very very late.
CELL PHONE ERROR!!! That’s how my day started and ended. Well Monday has always had the misfortune of being tied to being blue and a very not wanted day of the week but this one was exceptionally bluesy. Plus in my line of work every day is a Monday so this day falling on Monday is a mere coincidence. Poor Monday!
“hey hurrrrree .. thankx to the great prabin …. my site is online now ..hehehehe…i will give him big party …..”
That above part was written by the “creator” of this thing… Mista Parbeen Dash SykoSilwal thingy …Thank You pal…….maybe I will give him a pig party,………. where? Maya pub?…….any way you might have to wait….. I’ll throw you the biggest thank you party the world has ever seen… well at least that I have seen……. but as soon as I get another job that pays enough to have parties…..or a few other jobs…. or a rich chick who’d want to lavish all her attention n her (or her papa’s or mama’s or maiju’s or whoever’s) money on me n ma frens n ma other luv interests.
Now that I have something called a website in my name, one that does not deal with snacks….n stuff (explanations due to come in my next blog), I am facing a major problem…. what do I do with it?
Suggestions are extremely welcome (If I don’t like them I will track down and have Parbeeen eat your liver with Bhatmas)….haha like any one is reading… that is any one whom I have not threatened and/or coerced….
To those whom I have done all that… …dhanyawad….
Signing of this first post of mine with a pic of my Uni…..no not my uni (I have no idea who she is what her name is … nothing ..nada..absolutely no information or identification…)…..it’s my bike…ehe ain’t she a beauty?
Yeah I love my lady….she’s long & lean
You mess with her….you will see a man get mean
She’s my sweet little thang….she’s my pride & joy
She’s my sweet little baby….I’m her little lover boy
