Thursday, February 9, 2017

From Tee to a Shirt

During high school, my dressing style was peculiar. Tee-shirts were my favorites. I usually wore the ones that nearly came to my knees and a baggy pant to aid that. I felt comfortable. It was loose and did not anyway choke my movement.
I was freak. I had brain that was used but to its minimum capacity. All I wanted was to spend my time at Basketball court and have never ending fun. I was so into music, specially into hiphop culture and actually I wanted to be one of them.
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Friday, June 3, 2016

The Whiskey Philosophy

The one who drinks responsibly, knows it’s not that bad. 
Though Tuborg is not a whiskey :P

The one who doesn’t drink at all, gets terrified with the idea of spreading it over the tongue. It’s obvious as well. Who’d like to taste bitter, medicated smelling liquid? None. 

Personally, I drink. I drink sometimes, occasionally. I drink when friends and colleagues gather. I drink when it’s Friday. I drink when it’s Wednesday, sometimes. I drink when someone says, “Let’s drink”. I drink when it’s your birthday or mine. I drink when I am happy, to celebrate the happiness. I drink when I am sad to wash away the sorrow along with it. That being said, there’s no argument required, to prove, I drink only in special occasions. LOL.

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Thursday, January 28, 2016

Power of Introvert

Yeah I’m a introvert guy. I usually do not make sound unless I have to and I have very selective people with whom I talk. This fact was further supported when I took a quiz that tested my personality whether I’m an introvert or an extrovert. Here’s the link if you too want to test your personality: http://www.quietrev.com/the-introvert-test/

I always thought this as my back pulling personality trait. I wanted to be a social butterfly but I couldn’t. I never wanted to talk much but with around the people that I love, I’d prefer a beer or wine and a soothing calm talk.

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Wednesday, January 20, 2016


There, she called sharp at 12 pm as discussed in the previous call, which couldn’t go well because my mother was around.

She asked me if I was serious on things I have told to my friend. I said yes and there you go. Same school and then high schools.

She was absolutely beautiful. Big eyes she got, which talked to me and reflected love and care. Her hair was messy but it looked sexy when it was wet, I liked the smell of it and I remember the times it
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Thursday, December 31, 2015

New Year's Resoultion

New Year has always been an excuse to do something you’ve wanted to do for a long time. It’s funny how we wait for a new year to record something that we’ve really wanted to be doing, for a long time. I actually don’t know the reason but may be it would be easy to say, “I’ve been doing this and that since 2014/15 or now 16.”

Personally speaking, I too used to make New Year resolutions which in action did not had longer life throughout the year. In fact, it mostly lasted for up to January 5, or 7 at most and then I think I waited for another year, a new one to come. 

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Tuesday, October 27, 2015

30 days Mugu-Humla Survey

Going to Mugu was confirmed when working in RAP3 I was asked by Bill Seal (Engineering Team Leader) to join a team that were conducting a detail survey for a road corridor which would connect Humla to Gamgadhi (headquarter of Mugu). In his mail, he mentioned, it would be quite interesting and challenging job.

View of Gamgadhi bazaar
At first I was excited to travel to Mugu and Humla, both being new places to me, but when I reached home and informed my parents about it, they were really put into depression. Their face expression changed. Yeah I was anticipating that, being the only child and have to be walking on steep terrain through the jungle and river.

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Tuesday, August 25, 2015

Life is Amazing

Everyone has their own definition of life. Some says it’s a journey, a trip. Some would say it’s a struggle, a competition to reach the top spot. Some would say life is beautiful while others may find it hard and argue that it would leave you physically, mentally and emotionally scarred. 

As I sit leaning my back head against the wall, my body well rested on bed and as I think of past, I’d say life is me. It’s all me and no one else. It’s me who make it a journey, it’s me who make It beautiful and it’s me who make it difficult and painful.

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