<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080181054843063133</id><updated>2012-01-28T02:19:39.364+08:00</updated><category term='VEG OR NON VEG??'/><category term='THE HAPPIEST MOMENT OF MY LIFE'/><category term='A SMALL GUY FROM SMALL WORLD'/><category term='WHAT HAPPENED TO MY SENSES?'/><category term='LOST MEMORY'/><category term='HAPPY BIRTHDAY'/><category term='LIFE ALL TUPSY-TURVEY'/><category term='YET ANOTHER LOADSHEDDING SCHEDULE'/><category term='I WISH I COULD GET LOST'/><category term='ONLY IF I COULD'/><category term='ANOTHER NEW DAY'/><category term='WHY LOVE HURTS ?'/><category term='HAPPY HOLI AND THE GOOD MEMORIES'/><category term='IF U WANA KNOW HW MUCH I MISS U'/><category term='THAT&apos;S MY WIFE'/><category term='MY CONFESSION TO LOVE'/><category term='HUMAN CHARACTERISTICS AFFECTING TRAFFIC OF CITY'/><category term='FUN AND FACIAL'/><category term='ENVIRONMENTAL PROBLEM IN NEPAL AND KTM VALLEY'/><category term='MY WHITE ROSE'/><category term='A DAY WITH FRIENDS'/><category term='10 THINGS I HATE ABOUT YOU'/><category term='FIRST DAY OF GREATEST FESTIVAL'/><category term='I CARE'/><category term='my bro&apos;s marriage'/><category term='MY JOB UPDATE'/><category term='A SPICY hydro power FIELD VISIT'/><category term='LESS THAN ANOTHER WORST DAY'/><category term='FAV. 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STORY &quot;ABOUT LOVE&quot;'/><category term='ENVIRONMENT TECHNOLOGY AND SOCIETY AND THEIR RELATIONSHIPS'/><category term='FESTIVAL'/><category term='I MET YOU AGAIN'/><category term='THRILL OF JOURNEY'/><category term='TECHNOLOGICAL DEVELOPMENT UNMASKS SOCIAL PROBLEMS'/><category term='SURROUNDED BY DARKNESS'/><category term='WE ARE JUST THE OPPOSITE'/><category term='A MAN OF QUESTIONS'/><category term='MY PICTURES MY MEMORIES'/><category term='LAST DAY IN THE HEAVY LAB'/><category term='HAPPY NEW YEAR'/><category term='SMALL STEPS TO SOLVE THE PROBLEM'/><category term='MY LOVE CONFESSION'/><category term='BEFORE IT’S TOO LATE'/><category term='HAD A GIRL GIVEN ME A RED ROSE'/><category term='WHAT A DAY I&apos;M HAVING'/><category term='ENGINEER LOVES RAINY DAYS'/><title type='text'>FRAGMENTS OF MY LIFE</title><subtitle type='html'>This is me and these are the events dat has affected my life. i dont know how to put all these stuff but thanks to blogspot. nw i can write whatever i want. i dont even have to think and just go writing.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513404713528263425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SHldtg0yMNI/AAAAAAAAAPM/3H1ZTZIeW-I/S220/139136daa94843d69103e9dd23f2b33e.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>86</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080181054843063133.post-7135761652140118460</id><published>2011-02-10T01:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T01:23:26.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A LONG JOURNEY</title><content type='html'>As I lay motionlessly in my bed trying to rest my aching back, the only thing my mind is busy with is its futile persuit in tracting the rotation of pain at different points. Like I stated in my previous post, my resentful iterative schedule has made my life monotonous.Though I dont loathe it completely, I have a feeling some of the inevitable parts have been completely left over. Its not that I am not aware of the consequences. I dont seem to find a way to carry them out concurrently. 7 hour ( from 11am to 6pm ) and six days a week job is an inseparable daily event which flags me at the end of the day. Upto 8am occupies my irreplaciable activites ie morning walk and a paper. A few minutes revision and a breakeast leaves me with the scant amount of transit time hardly enough for listening to a song or two. The excitement during forging through the city traffic to reach home vanishes after I put down my dinner plate and coil inside the blanket. The enthusiasm to read begins to wane as I am engrossed into the heat. Though I always have some energy in reserved in case I want to be online in my cellphone or update my facebook status. I must not forget the electricity which I have not known, seen or used for two days. Its no suprise I have to manage everything in dark and believe me I dont feel it arduous at all that way. I have been doing this for quite a long time and I know I am good at changing my clothes, unlacing my shoes and removing my shocks all in dark. Not only that, I never misplace them. The only thing I couldn't put in place is my mind. Not that my goals in life are not lucid but tedious climax of each day steals of away from responsibilities. I must change it but I dont know seem to find a way and it starts to feel like I am on a journey to an inaccessible place. &lt;br&gt; 		 	   		  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080181054843063133-7135761652140118460?l=ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7135761652140118460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080181054843063133&amp;postID=7135761652140118460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/7135761652140118460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/7135761652140118460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/2011_02_10_archive.html#7135761652140118460' title='A LONG JOURNEY'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513404713528263425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SHldtg0yMNI/AAAAAAAAAPM/3H1ZTZIeW-I/S220/139136daa94843d69103e9dd23f2b33e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080181054843063133.post-5849417062533006186</id><published>2011-01-30T00:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T00:09:32.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFE IS A HUNDRUM AFFAIR</title><content type='html'>Lying on my bed listening to the country music 'As she is walking away' by Zac Brown ft Alan Jackson, I discovered its the only thing I have been doing&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;for past few evenings. Wait a min mayb its all I have been doing for a month or even more. This realisation struck me when I ruminated about all those cliches inadvertently (as I dont know where these garbage got into my head) that are being remarked about life - like -every day of life should be spend as if its the last day or its a precious gift we get only once. These common remarks do no more than exacerbating complexities that we encounter on our daily basis. Working from eleven to six I spend sixty percent of my day at work,the thirty percent on sleeep and the remaining ten percent I waste contemplating what I would do;like the one I am doing right now- with Eminem rapping from my cellphone. I am proving every single day how ideal all those remarks are. The hindrances to their practicability are our daily affairs that we engage into for existence. The freedom(to think say and do) that our childhood abounds&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;drives us into a misconception about life. Not to forget the intervention to our every actions by the time we reach teen (by social, or psychological factors), we are constantly dragged into a line where we are reluctant to be in in every sequencial years to come. By the time we are starting our career, we are on a new road completely losing the path once we followed. Most of us would be doing the thing that we loathe, with a stupid assumption that its going to make our life better. Once obsessed with singing, dancing or other hobbies, we alientate us from self being completely busy. Some even term being busy as&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;synonymous of being happy and healthy. As for me, the way I utilize more of my time being involved into the development of national energy,the most unproductive I become when I have free time- this time Nikie Minaj hiphoping "Right thru me" from the playlist. As soon as I get back home, the only soothing thing I ever want to do after dinner is lie on my bed with my playlist on and letting my mind wonder. Of course I can't forget to blame the freezing temperature and daily blackout for acting as a catalyst for me to enervate. Getting inside the blanket and lying there even though I am not sleepy is the most incredible thing to do. All you have to is act you are sleeping when someone enters into the room without decency to knock before hopping in (chuckling). The facebook and chat rooms dont do much than making us loner. Then there comes the responsibility towards everyone that we are obliged to carry. You do stuff coz you dont have choice rather than you want it. And after we are inured to it who dont remember what we love anymore. Everything starts to centrifuge and things are messed up so much we can hardly differenciate between two. But hey finally I figured out what I wanted to do. I am sleepy and need to rest now. But let the playlist on... &lt;br&gt; 		 	   		  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080181054843063133-5849417062533006186?l=ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5849417062533006186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080181054843063133&amp;postID=5849417062533006186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/5849417062533006186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/5849417062533006186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/2011_01_30_archive.html#5849417062533006186' title='LIFE IS A HUNDRUM AFFAIR'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513404713528263425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SHldtg0yMNI/AAAAAAAAAPM/3H1ZTZIeW-I/S220/139136daa94843d69103e9dd23f2b33e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080181054843063133.post-3484911897748920547</id><published>2011-01-25T08:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T08:11:16.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOST BUT NEVER FORGOTTEN !</title><content type='html'>My elder sister was listening to what the doctor has to say outside ICU. I couldn't;hence moved away to the glass panel gazing to the dark and scary night. Tears running down my eyes ;my reflection crying with me. In spite of the fact , I couldn't help searching for a ray of hope that could keep my mom breathing no matter how scant that might be. The way he was explaining, we (me and my sister ) both knew there was no other way than letting her (my mom) go. My sister was calm giving her ears to every minor details being passed from the other side. I wondered how could she maintained her sanity. Doesnt she realise the one, because of who we existed, has stopped living? May be she thought crying infront of me would augment our misery to an extent from where we cant get back. Also there is no one else to comfort us had we both mourn together to that level. My sister uttered every sensible words to ease my pain but nothing seemed to stop my tears. &lt;br&gt;Fifteen minutes ago, my sister was telling how she met the doctor on her way to bathroom who explained it was time to give up the hope. The sooner you confront to the reality the better it was. After that coversation being shared, it felt as if our speech has been robbed, our ground has been displaced where we have been sitting. 'What are we going to do?' was the only question that was being transferred through our vacant eyes. Those fifteen minutes were a complete torture when all you do is wait till someone declare the one who has given you birth has left you live on your own and the fact that you already know about it makes it even worse. &lt;br&gt;I dont know how I guided my crying sister, sobbing self, through a corridor into a hall where everybody was busy making their bed to spend the night. Offering my sister a seat outside the hall, I didnt try to appease her as I couldn't pacify myself yet. That's the point in my life when I really wished I had someone who would share not only my happiness but pain, who would teach not only to hold on myself but to convince my sister that in spite of everything, it will be OK eventually. Sitting next to each other, we cried on our own till we convinced ourselves it wasn't worthed. We never made an effort to console each other because we couldn't say the words which we didnt believe ourselves.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;A year ago, the moment still vivid, was when we two (me and my sister) sharing our part of grief outside ICU on a chair with tears uninterruptedly flowing from our eyes leaving landmarks on our cheeks. That was the first time my mom was diagnosed with diabetics. She was struggling inside in her bed alone while we two outside leaning to each other hoping it will pass soon. We cried more than we talked. And we did console&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;as we both knew each others story. Everything was the same that time and now;the only difference was my mom couldn't pull it off this time. My sister made two calls to let my brother and other elder sister know that there is nomore though her cry says it all. After we were called in to check out with my mom's defunct body I could barely look at it.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Being dragged onto the lobby out of the emergency room, she was covered by white sheet from head to toe and I stole my eyes to look away coz its too heart breaking to see her being dragged that way. &lt;br&gt;Few months ago, i dont exactly remember when, I had to carry my mom to her room coz she was intoxicated. I will never forget that incident for the rest of my life. When I reached upstair(in our kitchen) for dinner, the very time when my mom stood up holding her plate in her hand towards the sink. Not only&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;she paced twice she hit the column and collapsed on the floor. Yeah she has been drinking. helping her to her room I cried till my my head spinned that day.&lt;br&gt;Two weeks ago I had a huge argument with my mom about her drinking habit after I found a bottle of Gin hidden&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;inside her clothes. I promised I would never talked to her and she did the same.We kept our words.We never shared a word for two weeks. It was that friday and as usual I was on my way to IELTS class. The cell phone had low battery from the last nights playing music. The charger wouldn't fit perfectly so I had to switch it off for the day. Unaware what the day has in stored for me I was at work after class. Around 3 I got a call immediately after switching it on. The voice on the other side was infused with tears- my mom has been taken to the hospital. I rushed hospital and the first time I looked at my sisters worried eyes outside hall they told me alot. The next as I entered to go to ICU met my other sister doorway who had been crying. I knew in a flip second its too late. I told her to hold on and entered ICU. There for the first time I saw my mom lying motionlessly on the bed breathing (I came to know it was artificial respiration later coz she has already stopped breathing). I would have been fooled hadn't my sister said all our hopes are gone. My mom kept her promise-she would never talk to me again.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;Even till now everything is just like a dream- a weird dream which never happened in real. My mom made out so easily from our lives we hardly believe she is gone and at times when the reality strikes the tears running down our eyes never stops.&lt;br&gt; 		 	   		  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080181054843063133-3484911897748920547?l=ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3484911897748920547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080181054843063133&amp;postID=3484911897748920547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/3484911897748920547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/3484911897748920547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/2011_01_25_archive.html#3484911897748920547' title='LOST BUT NEVER FORGOTTEN !'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513404713528263425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SHldtg0yMNI/AAAAAAAAAPM/3H1ZTZIeW-I/S220/139136daa94843d69103e9dd23f2b33e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080181054843063133.post-7704587926198521140</id><published>2011-01-23T11:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T11:23:19.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GUESS I'm back!</title><content type='html'>Yeah it took really long time. I have been busy with my stuff -the job,preparation for GRE and all the personal problems which I hate to even think about. Man lots of things have been changed. How long has it been? 3 months? 4? Or half a year? When i look back i wonder what held me back for all these times from writing. May be the feelings dont come to me anymore. Mayb they over flowed and i dont seem to find a way to collect them and spill it here. Whatever be it, I surely didnt have enough time to ruminate and scribble whats in my mind. But how could I give up what i love most. At the end of everything this is what is left for myself. I have found somethig after loosing a lot of things (a exorbitant price paid) now i will be talking about all of it in days to come.&lt;br&gt; 		 	   		  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080181054843063133-7704587926198521140?l=ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7704587926198521140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080181054843063133&amp;postID=7704587926198521140&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/7704587926198521140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/7704587926198521140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/2011_01_23_archive.html#7704587926198521140' title='GUESS I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513404713528263425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SHldtg0yMNI/AAAAAAAAAPM/3H1ZTZIeW-I/S220/139136daa94843d69103e9dd23f2b33e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080181054843063133.post-7019313870054780781</id><published>2010-09-18T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T12:27:05.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LABYRINTH GRE II</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;……….. I told you folks I’d be back again coz I’m not done with it yet. Took some time myself but can’t take this GRE-the way it bludgeoned me last night when I woke up at around 2. At a time, I thought I was dreaming – a part of my subconscious mind creating the words itself and the other searching for its meaning. The next- I wondered if it was my playlist in my cell phone running the word master-with words, their spellings, meanings, and their usage sequentially along with the background music which is definitely not dulcet.  ‘ figment- F-I-G-M-E-N-T- invention of the mind, something imagined…. Damn what was its third meaning? Oh god! I forgot it.’ Shall I listen to the chapters from the inception to the end?? Think, muse, ponder, ruminate whatever it’s called but try to get the meaning of the word figment. I don’t recall if I was murmuring or it was going just inside my head but I’m sure sleep didn’t come to me till I get the exact remaining synonyms. My mind was half sleeping and half awake as if somnoloquent so I had a scant chance of remembering the remaining synonym.  Discord between my mind and body makes me feel I’m getting anxiety attacks, wanting me to kick out the bed sheets and blanket like a stubborn child; I guess I did. I couldn’t take the altercation ( in a sense my mind and body are two separate beings and not working in harmony), I scanned ( I’m wondering how I did that with my eyes closed- of course it wouldn’t have mattered had they been open coz my lights were out) for my cell phone. Yeah-under my sweet pillow which is on my left ( if you are wondering I have three pillow though I sleep alone hehe); exactly where I placed it before sleep. I’m bewildered- Unlike everyday how come it didn’t fall off my bed today? But what is this- no matter whatever button I press the screen doesn’t glow. Here goes my Chinese cell phone with a battery of spasmodic life cheating me. Now I have to switch on to charge the battery for which I have to get out of my bed, out of the net gingerly or get my blood sucked by hungry mosquitoes for my unscrupulous action. Oh God! Now I realized why the white faced gray haired every smiling English Instructor always tells that preparing for GRE is a grueling process. Shall I give up?? I don’t know who was uttering “Don’t give up! Don’t give up!” with the capital Ds like an incantation, sounds that echoed from far but reverberating my room or it’s just my mind or ears. Well I didn’t and that’s why I stick my right hand out of the net-Yes gingerly,  my left hand holding the cell phone, to the switch beside my bed at the alcove. After connecting it to my cell phone, I took time to appreciate myself for keeping my room arranged everything in its own place; though I bungle something sometimes. LOL. Tell you what, I did everything without even opening my eyes- hope you believe I’m not a bungler now. hehe. Along with my hand I let a troop of mosquitoes which are now taking a marshal approach -buzzing- may be discussing who starts sucking my blood from where. While my left hand was busy switching on cell phone and searching for the meanings of the word into the word master my legs located the blanket and pulled it till my right hand reached for it to back me up from the mosquitoes. Yes I found the word and all three synonyms.  Figment- F-I-G-M-E-N-T - invention of the mind; something imagined; myth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;When I woke up in the morning, I was content for my accomplishment the night before. Something’s itchy over my forehead and as I look at the mirror-three red boils- I’m not surprised because the way the mosquito troop projectile towards my head when I covered it with the blanket, one surely make it through. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080181054843063133-7019313870054780781?l=ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7019313870054780781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080181054843063133&amp;postID=7019313870054780781&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/7019313870054780781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/7019313870054780781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/2010_09_18_archive.html#7019313870054780781' title='LABYRINTH GRE II'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513404713528263425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SHldtg0yMNI/AAAAAAAAAPM/3H1ZTZIeW-I/S220/139136daa94843d69103e9dd23f2b33e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080181054843063133.post-311068230570951953</id><published>2010-09-18T12:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T12:21:00.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LABYRINTH GRE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;First day of the class and I'm bewildered by the number of heads struggling to enter the GRE class through the sliding door; struggling as if being first makes them first to get the states VISA. As I entered made a glance which is both furtive to avoid others eye contact and askance to the only seat left that’s too close to the white board I can hardly look at. As I watched the room getting saturated, a part of me wanted to quit right after I started whereas the other wanting to try it once. The reverberating noise makes me feel the class is alive; my silence tells me I'm stuck up on something of which I don’t want to be a part of. My motive of getting into GRE; only to enrich my word power, might astonish many and it’s not that someone didn’t remark it as weird but I guess I love doing the stuffs without a purpose. As I wait, diving into the pool of memory of college life which was skittish and boisterous and reckless, when I never missed to make a witty remark for every statement anyone makes, for the teacher who might be soporific, I realize how different I have built myself into. I had enough time to observe the class clearly; to smile at the cute girls with chewing gums, chuckle at the guys with a Bekham hairstyle and raising my bros to those familiar faces I knew or may be just thought I know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;The man, white face gray hair (it definitely isn’t natural), entered the room with an elegant smile in his face (I'm bewildered by the way he never misses to maintain the same smile every time he enters the room); fits appropriately to be a foreign language instructor. He, after a brief glance to the class, slides the hot seat arranged for him to the side and started the anatomy of GRE, explaining how the course is premeditated for us. It’s a miracle the way everyone maintained a complete silence, curious eyes glued to the white board; after all it did worth five thousand. The teacher began pouring us with words; lengthy, short, awry (in the way it is pronounced) and weird (I don’t know why I think that way); his mind is definitely a cornucopia of words- ours an empty pot............(to be continued)(coz Im nt finished yet) hehehe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080181054843063133-311068230570951953?l=ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/311068230570951953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080181054843063133&amp;postID=311068230570951953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/311068230570951953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/311068230570951953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/2010_09_18_archive.html#311068230570951953' title='LABYRINTH GRE'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513404713528263425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SHldtg0yMNI/AAAAAAAAAPM/3H1ZTZIeW-I/S220/139136daa94843d69103e9dd23f2b33e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080181054843063133.post-732906219185156828</id><published>2009-11-23T09:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T09:59:25.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY TWO LOVELY SIS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Sitting outside the ICU next to each other with tears in our eyes trying to talk but our voice choked, me and my sister shared our part of grief, when my mom was helplessly lying in bed inside, feeding under saline. Gone were those days when sorrow befell on us like a monsoon rain time and again that’s when we learnt how nicely we have worked together to come out of that pitfall. Both of my sisters and I worked together as one and that’s when I know how we are connected. The bond between us has been strengthened and now we realise how much we love. I usually ask my mom or Vauju if sisters have visited home or why dont I see then often. If i didnot see, I dont know I started missing them. When they are ere I’d be listening them talk to mom or vauju or me is the best thing I would love to do. Resting my head on my elder sis’s lap as she makes fun or tease everybody would make my day and we would laugh and laugh so much till our cheek hurts!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The merry we made during this brother’s day was unforgatable. I gifted them sari, the one they have been trying to buy; so thoughtful of me hehe as they say . Everything they would love to talk to me as the way I am fond of them. When I was young, I would argue with them for not listening to me or making me mad or even not understanding me. I did not know it then the way I know now- I love my sisters&amp;#160; alot and I am lucky to have them, just to talk just to hear them say things just to make me smile and laugh together..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I LOVE YOU ALOT SISTA AND WILL ALWAYS!!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080181054843063133-732906219185156828?l=ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/732906219185156828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080181054843063133&amp;postID=732906219185156828&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/732906219185156828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/732906219185156828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/2009_11_23_archive.html#732906219185156828' title='MY TWO LOVELY SIS!!!'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513404713528263425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SHldtg0yMNI/AAAAAAAAAPM/3H1ZTZIeW-I/S220/139136daa94843d69103e9dd23f2b33e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080181054843063133.post-2250166688436813525</id><published>2009-10-16T11:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T11:14:49.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YOUR BUBBLY FACE</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;………………………&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/StflHQDAGZI/AAAAAAAAA4w/jbkNvVl0MPc/s1600-h/colbie-caillat-realize%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="colbie-caillat-realize" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="colbie-caillat-realize" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/StflJ3_zSSI/AAAAAAAAA40/_KNnGHiMh-8/colbie-caillat-realize_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’ve been awake for a while now   &lt;br /&gt;you’ve got me feelin like a child now    &lt;br /&gt;cause every time I see your bubbly face    &lt;br /&gt;I get the tinglies in a silly place&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It starts in my toes   &lt;br /&gt;and I crinkle my nose    &lt;br /&gt;where ever it goes I always know    &lt;br /&gt;that you make me smile    &lt;br /&gt;please stay for a while now    &lt;br /&gt;just take your time    &lt;br /&gt;where ever you go&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; The rain is fallin on my window pane   &lt;br /&gt;but we are hidin in a safer place    &lt;br /&gt;under covers stayin safe (*) and warm    &lt;br /&gt;you give me feelins that I adore&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It starts in my toes   &lt;br /&gt;make me crinkle my nose    &lt;br /&gt;where ever it goes    &lt;br /&gt;i always know    &lt;br /&gt;that you make me smile    &lt;br /&gt;please stay for a while now    &lt;br /&gt;just take your time    &lt;br /&gt;where ever you go&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;What am I gonna say   &lt;br /&gt;when you make me feel this way    &lt;br /&gt;I just……..mmmmmm&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; It starts in my toes   &lt;br /&gt;make me crinkle my nose    &lt;br /&gt;where ever it goes    &lt;br /&gt;i always know    &lt;br /&gt;that you make me smile    &lt;br /&gt;please stay for a while now    &lt;br /&gt;just take your time    &lt;br /&gt;where ever you go&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’ve been asleep for a while now   &lt;br /&gt;You tucked me in just like a child now    &lt;br /&gt;Cause every time you hold me in your arms    &lt;br /&gt;I’m comfortable enough to feel your warmth&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It starts in my soul   &lt;br /&gt;And I lose all control    &lt;br /&gt;When you kiss my nose    &lt;br /&gt;The feelin shows    &lt;br /&gt;Cause you make me smile    &lt;br /&gt;Baby just take your time now    &lt;br /&gt;Holdin me tight&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Where ever, where ever, where ever you go   &lt;br /&gt;Where ever, where ever, where ever you go    &lt;br /&gt;Where ever you go, I’ll always know    &lt;br /&gt;Cause you make me smile here, just for a while&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I love this song so muchhhhhhh…..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080181054843063133-2250166688436813525?l=ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2250166688436813525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080181054843063133&amp;postID=2250166688436813525&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/2250166688436813525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/2250166688436813525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/2009_10_16_archive.html#2250166688436813525' title='YOUR BUBBLY FACE'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513404713528263425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SHldtg0yMNI/AAAAAAAAAPM/3H1ZTZIeW-I/S220/139136daa94843d69103e9dd23f2b33e.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/StflJ3_zSSI/AAAAAAAAA40/_KNnGHiMh-8/s72-c/colbie-caillat-realize_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080181054843063133.post-7158708843794606113</id><published>2009-10-16T09:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T09:38:39.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I DON’T KNOW MY OWN FEELINGS</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I hate the way you talk to me,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;and the way you cut your hair.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I hate the way you drive my car,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I hate it when you stare.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I hate your big dumb combat boots&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;and the way you read my mind.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I hate you so much it makes me sick,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;it even makes me rhyme.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I hate the way you’re always right,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I hate it when you lie.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I hate it when you make me laugh,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;even worse when you make me cry.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I hate it when you’re not around,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;and the fact that you didn’t call.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;not even close…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;not even a little bit…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;not even at all&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080181054843063133-7158708843794606113?l=ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7158708843794606113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080181054843063133&amp;postID=7158708843794606113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/7158708843794606113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/7158708843794606113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/2009_10_16_archive.html#7158708843794606113' title='I DON’T KNOW MY OWN FEELINGS'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513404713528263425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SHldtg0yMNI/AAAAAAAAAPM/3H1ZTZIeW-I/S220/139136daa94843d69103e9dd23f2b33e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080181054843063133.post-105881805434247620</id><published>2009-10-08T17:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T17:56:33.462+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my bro&apos;s marriage'/><title type='text'>CONGRATULATION TO MY BRO HE IS MARRIED NW</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/Ss2136BCBPI/AAAAAAAAA4o/IGTqgxQORCM/s1600-h/DSC03064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390164301103367410" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px; text-align: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/Ss2136BCBPI/AAAAAAAAA4o/IGTqgxQORCM/s320/DSC03064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We had a small party after my bro got married and this is the memory of the fun we had during that day. Sorry guys, the party was so small I could not include you all. It was a flying marriage hahaha and that’s why we could only include the family members and some of our relatives.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://cid-a7ca541114062fc0.skydrive.live.com/browse.aspx/MARRIAGE%20MEMO" target="_blank"&gt;CLICK FOR MORE PICTURES&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080181054843063133-105881805434247620?l=ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/105881805434247620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080181054843063133&amp;postID=105881805434247620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/105881805434247620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/105881805434247620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/2009_10_08_archive.html#105881805434247620' title='CONGRATULATION TO MY BRO HE IS MARRIED NW'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513404713528263425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SHldtg0yMNI/AAAAAAAAAPM/3H1ZTZIeW-I/S220/139136daa94843d69103e9dd23f2b33e.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/Ss2136BCBPI/AAAAAAAAA4o/IGTqgxQORCM/s72-c/DSC03064.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080181054843063133.post-1301809423424137324</id><published>2009-09-13T10:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T10:23:24.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am gaining one and Half kg hehehehe</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;What do u think?? 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They were in love 15 years back when they were together but due to reason that they are from different country they had to separate from each other. That time the guy happened to send a love letter to his girlfriend which was lost somewhere inside her house. It was this love letter, which was found after all this year when the house was about to be renovated that helped the girl call his boyfriend once again to try her luck. It was definitely the match made in heaven -the guy has been waiting for her. Something never changes for someone after we have shared the best moment of life with him/her. The promises we have made and all the things we have said never fades away. If the love we have promised are really true and deepest from our heart, the love we promised to give each other forever from true heart remains the same though we are not together.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &amp;quot;What would you do if I come meet you when you are 60? &amp;quot;&amp;quot;I'll punch you right on your face for being so late &amp;quot;, &amp;quot;we'll make love all day and night when we get old &amp;quot; &amp;quot;yeah that would be a good exercise &amp;quot;, &amp;quot;you are my first and you are my last love &amp;quot; these things might be forgotten for some times but they will definitely strike us at some point in future because they are not meant to be forgotten.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;pre&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;/pre&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080181054843063133-8692554852905971037?l=ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8692554852905971037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080181054843063133&amp;postID=8692554852905971037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/8692554852905971037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/8692554852905971037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/2009_07_26_archive.html#8692554852905971037' title='MATCH MADE IN HEAVEN'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513404713528263425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SHldtg0yMNI/AAAAAAAAAPM/3H1ZTZIeW-I/S220/139136daa94843d69103e9dd23f2b33e.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/Smu33zng70I/AAAAAAAAA4g/kERWIBWlwn0/s72-c/match-made-in-heaven_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080181054843063133.post-8170731289361152004</id><published>2009-07-12T22:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T22:27:16.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4D movie the first time in Nepal</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/Slnytlor_DI/AAAAAAAAA4U/C7FWcJAQBwA/s1600-h/4d%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="4d" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="291" alt="4d" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/Slnywz-bflI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/uqE2oYUkqFA/4d_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="441" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My day started with a plan to finish the unfinished job – helping my friend to complete his letters for Endeavour Scholarship for Australia. I reached his home at 10 if I am not not mistaken. BY 1:15 , everything was complete and that’s when my other friend called. We had a plan to make some plans for the saturday- something new I should say.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;When we met he already had a plan in his mind. He offered a &lt;strong&gt;4D movie&lt;/strong&gt; to watch the first time in Nepal. and that’s too the first day though not the first show. I agreed and ready to watch the movie. we both didn’t know what’s the difference between a 3D and 4D movie. We reached Kamalpokhari – the place where the movie was on. Paying 300 each, we waited for half an hour all curious to know what its like to watch a 4D movie. By 2:30 we were in, seated and ready for the new experience. In few minutes all the audience were surprised when suddenly the seat tilted backwards. and as the front bar moved towards us just above the chest everything was set to began the show. for two minutes the seat moved back and forth giving me an illusion of riding a roller coaster though I have never been on it. hehe.&amp;#160; then here comes the first movie “ Mind maze” I don’t remember the name hehehe. the casting was a moving train and all the audience are the passengers. as the watchman in the movie applied applied brake, our seat jerked forth giving us an illusion of actually being inside the train. The old watchman, in his tone trying to threaten us but not successful, at least I’m not scared. :D This is the beginning with a 3D movie.The next would be a 4D .&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Here comes the tunnel now, the seats swaying left to right as the train changes its direction. we experienced few jerks with the bumpy road and collision with the objects on the road. Different creatures on the railway track disturbed our journey. i nearly jumped when the small tubes underneath my feet crawl inside my legs – the coincidence was I was on slippers without socks. As one of the insect sprayed its poison, the water is sprayed on our face through a small opening at the front pipe. At the end&amp;#160; when the train smashed with the wall we could see the real smoke in the room. But finally we got out of the tunnel safe.;) For the next part, why not visit the new mall and watch it for new experience!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080181054843063133-8170731289361152004?l=ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8170731289361152004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080181054843063133&amp;postID=8170731289361152004&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/8170731289361152004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/8170731289361152004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/2009_07_12_archive.html#8170731289361152004' title='4D movie the first time in Nepal'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513404713528263425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SHldtg0yMNI/AAAAAAAAAPM/3H1ZTZIeW-I/S220/139136daa94843d69103e9dd23f2b33e.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/Slnywz-bflI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/uqE2oYUkqFA/s72-c/4d_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080181054843063133.post-232730830665198436</id><published>2009-07-05T09:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T23:43:51.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i have been busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Its a fiscal year and I am busy. This is the time when I&amp;#160; can learn a lot of things in my field. I have been busy learning and helping my senior engineer- learning to prepare the Interim Payment Certificate (IPC) and helping draw some of the on location drawings. I have a lot of improvements to made both in drawing and hunting for the most probable mistake anyone might make. It was a real fun and worth doing when it comes to work. The job not new but it comes in with new surprises for me each time learning an additional information that I need to judge if I am in right or heading towards a wrong path.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The first thing that has to be done for the preparation of&amp;#160; IPC in a road project is the As Location drawing where all the drawing of the finished structures are made exactly the same way as they are constructed in the site with their proper dimensions and fit them in the cross section. Then comes the earth work calculation for the respective drawing. It remind me of those college days when we calculated the earthworks even without cross sections. They were supposed to be our estimated earthworks; but no earthwork without the cross section of the particular location. I learnt how to use AutoCad to find the earthwork in excavation and area of Masonry. I get a sense of satisfaction to have this opportunity to learn something. After all the drawing works is complete them comes the preparation of the format for the data entry in IPC. The quantity is calculated using the area from the Cad program and multiplying it with the length from the Back elevation. The location where the height changes Average area method is used to calculate the quantity. Hence the earthwork, formwork, Concrete in PCC and&amp;#160; Masonry Quantity are&amp;#160; calculated respectively. The rate of each item is then multiplied to calculate the amount. It seems easy when I say here but quite a lot to work out to get the accurate IPC. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Here is the copy of&amp;#160; sectional drawing that has to be made before preparing IPC.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/Sldhnp9qwcI/AAAAAAAAA4M/YClsQ8vUWMU/s1600-h/Retaining%20wall-Model.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="Retaining wall-Model" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="287" alt="Retaining wall-Model" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SldhscShGGI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/LSZ9ZFtCLtU/Retaining%20wall-Model_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080181054843063133-232730830665198436?l=ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/232730830665198436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080181054843063133&amp;postID=232730830665198436&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/232730830665198436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/232730830665198436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/2009_07_05_archive.html#232730830665198436' title='i have been busy'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513404713528263425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SHldtg0yMNI/AAAAAAAAAPM/3H1ZTZIeW-I/S220/139136daa94843d69103e9dd23f2b33e.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SldhscShGGI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/LSZ9ZFtCLtU/s72-c/Retaining%20wall-Model_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080181054843063133.post-4152054715868224637</id><published>2009-06-24T08:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T08:57:59.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A moment TO REMEMBER</title><content type='html'>We met after a long time and that’s its a nice day to remember.   &lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:66721397-FF69-4ca6-AEC4-17E6B3208830:1ff7672c-c4fa-4209-bc36-18466834b710" style="padding-right: 0px; 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On the bus right now heading to my job site. Nothing so special about this day but just an another ordinary day. I usually get the bus immediately after i reach the stop but this time was different. I had to wait for 8 mins I guess and I am not surprised when it started crowding. I was feeling lucky for getting a seat, though not one of my favorites, hehe and that’s when a middle aged lady entered with a kid on her back and one holding her hand, guiding her to school most probably. I knew it’s my time to offer the lady my seat. Since it was crowded there was not even an inch to move so i could offer her my seat. I thought of a next idea. May be I should help her carry her kid. I asked her so and she unbuckled her porch to release her son and i took him on my lap. At first I was scared the kid might not like me or want to stick with his own mom. But he didn’t so I felt it ok. But the ok didn’t seem to last long for me. The kid wanted to break free off my brace and But the ok didn’t seem to last long for me. The kid wanted to break free off my brace and dance as every kid do. Letting him dance that wild was what I didn’t want him to do. He protested with his low utter so i had to give up. All i had to do was not to let him bump his head on the mirror. Seems happy with it. He start to rock and roll and got out of my control. I was wanted to end the journey. I don’t know why it seemed to be extending. For a min I thought of giving up my seat and offering her to sit there because it would be easier for me to stand and not carry the kid than having a seat and carry him. I don’t know why it is difficult for me to control him or I simply don’t know how to act as a kid. It was a great relief when the station came and the lady got off. I was very much willing to give her the kid. I guess I am gonna be a terrible father. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080181054843063133-5238060940831414331?l=ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5238060940831414331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080181054843063133&amp;postID=5238060940831414331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/5238060940831414331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/5238060940831414331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/2009_06_22_archive.html#5238060940831414331' title=''/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513404713528263425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SHldtg0yMNI/AAAAAAAAAPM/3H1ZTZIeW-I/S220/139136daa94843d69103e9dd23f2b33e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080181054843063133.post-5996323166908632933</id><published>2009-05-29T13:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T13:12:20.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FEELINGS !!!</title><content type='html'># I dont understand whats wrong with me, these feelings that I have i dont know why, the crazy it seems the silly it is; then you touched my heart and everything feels right.  &lt;p&gt;# I dont know how to start a day with- a morning news? a song? Or a tea filled cup, I suddenly realized I missed you wake me up&lt;p&gt;# when I go to bed I swear to myself that I am going to think less about you tonight, then I think what  are the things that I dont want to think about you; my mind goes on thinking, i dont know what and till when. I woke up in the morning and realize oh no I spend another might thinking about you. &lt;p&gt;# you love pink but I love blue, you are genuk but I am kurus. You are short and I am tall. We are different but I dont know what binds us together. May be we&amp;#39;ve similar heart or may be we&amp;#39;ve one heart. &lt;p&gt;# I started loving white roses to red, in colors my eyes move towards pink very quick. I am enjoying vanilla ice cream. I started having too much sweet and salty, always add 2 hrs when I check my time and developing slight blend towards cleanliness. Its scary but its true. I am not myself anymore its you. The only 3 things that says its still me are - I dont use  blusher , i dont get periods and i still love pain :)&lt;p&gt;# 1st line which blew my mind :- I take you more than a friend.&lt;p&gt;2nd line  which blew my mind :- everytime i chat with you the feeling is different. &lt;p&gt;3rd line which blew my mind :- you are my love, you are my life and you are my everything. &lt;p&gt;4th line which blew my mind :- you ease my pain, and it continues. I have no words to explain this because you have already blown my mind. &lt;p&gt;_____________________________&lt;p&gt;Sent from my phone using Flurrymail - Get free mobile email and news at: &lt;a href="http://www.flurrymail.com"&gt;http://www.flurrymail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;_________________________________________________________________&lt;br&gt;Drag n&amp;#39; drop—Get easy photo sharing with Windows Live™ Photos.&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.microsoft.com/windows/windowslive/products/photos.aspx"&gt;http://www.microsoft.com/windows/windowslive/products/photos.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080181054843063133-5996323166908632933?l=ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5996323166908632933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080181054843063133&amp;postID=5996323166908632933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/5996323166908632933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/5996323166908632933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/2009_05_29_archive.html#5996323166908632933' title='FEELINGS !!!'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513404713528263425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SHldtg0yMNI/AAAAAAAAAPM/3H1ZTZIeW-I/S220/139136daa94843d69103e9dd23f2b33e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080181054843063133.post-3560005823586172361</id><published>2009-05-28T14:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T09:44:31.860+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LESS THAN ANOTHER WORST DAY'/><title type='text'>LESS THAN ANOTHER WORST DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/Sh6Z0r-H1EI/AAAAAAAAA0k/QNyFH8qz6n0/s1600-h/20090524.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/Sh6Z0r-H1EI/AAAAAAAAA0k/QNyFH8qz6n0/s320/20090524.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340875338543518786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-family:&amp;quot;;color:#777777;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: normal; font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;The start of the day says how the whole day is going to be. I would not call it a total pissed of morning rather I had a lot of rest and time to surf net. The beginning was enthusiastic. Later when I had to spend one and half an hour waiting for the bus which gets me to changu Narayan, my job site, I had a feeling that my day is spoiled. I hate to wait even when it is to my friends but this was the worst wait I ever did. For a sec I thought of taking a leave for a day today. But I waited; I don’t know where the word called &lt;i&gt;patience&lt;/i&gt; came to me today. I was destined to reach late and I did as well. Of course I was expecting the questioning face of my chief. Then came my 2km walk, which was not worst but real tiresome, to the lab site. I was supposed to learn to make the lab report from the senior lab technician and since I arrived late, he had already finished it. Bad luck for me or maybe not. The virus has affected pc so much that there is no option than formatting it. He needed to make the report again and that I will definitely be there the next time hehe. My quest to learn total station was fulfilled today. I learnt layout but still &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;need to learn to collect the cross section data, its not going to take me long anyway :). My other responsibility was to manipulate the cross section data and generate the reduced level of each location. It was a piece of cake for me but the three hundred data took me a lot of time I didn’t even realize its late or over time; I should say; though I don’t get paid for OT HEHE. Here again time for me to wait for the bus my most irritating part of job. :). On my way to home all I thought was to get home quick before the clinic gets close so as to get the insulin for my mom. Thank god I am not too late. Now I am preparing dinner somehow relaxed my hectic day is going to be over. 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THANKS FOR THE SWEET CAKE LESS SWEET THAN YOU&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HEHEHE. MAY GOD KEEPS THAT SMILE ON YOUR FACE FOR EVER!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080181054843063133-5095679185073687364?l=ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=b4e1b44ce707327b&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=b8579e04b2fd1607&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5095679185073687364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080181054843063133&amp;postID=5095679185073687364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/5095679185073687364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/5095679185073687364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/2009_05_25_archive.html#5095679185073687364' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAPNA'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513404713528263425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SHldtg0yMNI/AAAAAAAAAPM/3H1ZTZIeW-I/S220/139136daa94843d69103e9dd23f2b33e.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/ShvoDG4wc2I/AAAAAAAAA0E/a_MbH7oAdvo/s72-c/20090523(003).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080181054843063133.post-8407045224481367936</id><published>2009-05-24T08:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T08:49:58.995+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ENGINEER LOVES RAINY DAYS'/><title type='text'>ENGINEER LOVES RAINY DAYS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/ShiZi03NbUI/AAAAAAAAAzc/7bpvBmmS7oE/s1600-h/20090521(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/ShiZi03NbUI/AAAAAAAAAzc/7bpvBmmS7oE/s320/20090521(002).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339186181832535362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/ShiYJ8Oke4I/AAAAAAAAAzM/1dIU-_uo4dY/s1600-h/20090521(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/ShiYJ8Oke4I/AAAAAAAAAzM/1dIU-_uo4dY/s320/20090521(001).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339184654801206146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080181054843063133-8407045224481367936?l=ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8407045224481367936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080181054843063133&amp;postID=8407045224481367936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/8407045224481367936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/8407045224481367936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/2009_05_24_archive.html#8407045224481367936' title='ENGINEER LOVES RAINY DAYS'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513404713528263425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SHldtg0yMNI/AAAAAAAAAPM/3H1ZTZIeW-I/S220/139136daa94843d69103e9dd23f2b33e.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/ShiZi03NbUI/AAAAAAAAAzc/7bpvBmmS7oE/s72-c/20090521(002).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080181054843063133.post-2518990214389549188</id><published>2009-05-19T19:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T21:12:53.740+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY JOB UPDATE'/><title type='text'>MY JOB UPDATE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/ShvqxcAZA3I/AAAAAAAAA0U/NWRgP3CHPIE/s1600-h/20090520(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/ShvqxcAZA3I/AAAAAAAAA0U/NWRgP3CHPIE/s320/20090520(001).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340119918230176626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:7;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:7;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11.0pt;color:#333333;"&gt;     I shifted my post from auto CAD man to the lab where my responsibility is quality control. I would be checking the strength of the cement mortar used for the construction of M/R wall section and drain and verify if the used mixed design is correct or wrong. A personnel working for the quality control in lab has to be experienced but who is born with experience is the argument presented by the Engineer who appointed me as one. The presence scenario tells me I will learn less in this new post though my salary would be more than previous one. Don’t ask my salary because I don’t know it either:-D. Today was worth noted for me in this new post. The lab has been established though the test for the strength of cubes would resume only after the calibration of compressive strength test machine. So no work for today. It is not exciting when you are here to learn after you spent your four years in college yet didn’t learn much. So I leaned back on a chair which happens to be very comfortable and closed my eyes with my head leaned on the printer which we all know as a &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;nap at work&lt;/i&gt;. I don’t know how long it was but surely wanted to have a cup of tea as I woke up; I did it as well:-P. When I checked my time it’s only three fifteen which means it’s really a long day. Let’s get fresh and get back home. I really work hard today. Lol !!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080181054843063133-2518990214389549188?l=ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2518990214389549188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080181054843063133&amp;postID=2518990214389549188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/2518990214389549188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/2518990214389549188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/2009_05_19_archive.html#2518990214389549188' title='MY JOB UPDATE'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513404713528263425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SHldtg0yMNI/AAAAAAAAAPM/3H1ZTZIeW-I/S220/139136daa94843d69103e9dd23f2b33e.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/ShvqxcAZA3I/AAAAAAAAA0U/NWRgP3CHPIE/s72-c/20090520(001).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080181054843063133.post-2650435353268555864</id><published>2009-05-13T21:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T21:11:23.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ENGINEER LOVES RAINY DAYS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/ShvqRQsClqI/AAAAAAAAA0M/IM4ERLk-ssg/s1600-h/20090522(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/ShvqRQsClqI/AAAAAAAAA0M/IM4ERLk-ssg/s320/20090522(001).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340119365436216994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:7;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:7;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11.0pt;color:#333333;"&gt;  I am on the job site to observe the level transfer for the retaining wall construction along road side so as to protect the slope and provide passing by that's when the rain started. The level has already been transferred few days back and base of the retaining wall has already been constructed by lean concrete but due to the dispute with the locals the already transferred level has been disturbed. So we reached the site to carry out the work again. The skilled labors that have been appointed for the job at that site were inexperienced which made them make the same mistake again and again. It was really irritating and got into the nerve of the IOW (Inspector Of Work ). He explained everything clearly how to check the alignment using thread then transferring the level to the other side using pipe level and fixing the thread by respective top width of wall. Having required to explain it again and again was annoying not only to him but for us to listen as well.. He taught me how to check the roundness of the road few days back. I was hired for the office work but i joined them today because it was planned to survey the culvert area using total station. As we didn’t get the chance to use total station in college, that's why I wanted to learn it now. It is a survey machine which is gives the coordinate of the station in digital output that can directly be transferred to the computer without having it to note down on paper and reading the angle. It started raining and we were left talking inside the jeep. Then we found a small tea shop which became our spot to save from rain and talk at the same time. The rain spoiled my quest to learn total station today though it gave us a break since we were tired of walking and standing as well. This project is my good option to learn whatever I have studied in college practically and i must use it properly. Right now my target is learning total station and the software used to generate the cross section that is developed by WELINK. Let’s see how much I can do and how much will I learn.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080181054843063133-2650435353268555864?l=ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2650435353268555864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080181054843063133&amp;postID=2650435353268555864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/2650435353268555864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/2650435353268555864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/2009_05_13_archive.html#2650435353268555864' title='ENGINEER LOVES RAINY DAYS'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513404713528263425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SHldtg0yMNI/AAAAAAAAAPM/3H1ZTZIeW-I/S220/139136daa94843d69103e9dd23f2b33e.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/ShvqRQsClqI/AAAAAAAAA0M/IM4ERLk-ssg/s72-c/20090522(001).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080181054843063133.post-5199214123588213207</id><published>2009-05-13T08:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T08:43:16.763+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY WHITE ROSE'/><title type='text'>MY WHITE ROSE</title><content type='html'>It was 28th April and I don’t know how, when i saw someone carry red rose, I wished to plant a rose of my own. Me loving a white rose is a different story to tell, that time I expressed my wish to my cousin sister asking when I could find it. Everything was instant and so was her answer. By somehow I found she was excited too which made me more determined. She knew the place to find. Together we went to steal a branch with the hope the rose would grow healthy if the plant is stolen as the saying explains. Someone help me with a knife so as to cut a few branches. I didn’t know how to plant it. Since i was already determined I never bothered about it. The thorn cut my skin to bleed; a small price to pay for stealing. Lol. When I got back home most people told it'll not grow. I was not convinced that my drop of blood was a waste :-) I turned out every pages in my memory to remember how to cut the branch and plant the rose because by somehow I knew I was taught to plant a rose; may be in 4 or 5th standard, I can’t remember. After I planted it’ll was very happy. I thought about my mom who was in ICU that time.&lt;br /&gt;    Today when I see the plant I can find leaves coming out of the spot where it used to thorns. I am excited to see when it gives white roses. My trickle of blood was not a waste. I water the plant everyday and it is lively lately. The leaves are tiny but green. I must thank to the few days pain or the dryness would have made it crack. Right now it has 9 leaves and 4 more modes where the leaves are going to emerge. I will definitely add a page when my first lovely white rose rises and smiles at me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080181054843063133-5199214123588213207?l=ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5199214123588213207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080181054843063133&amp;postID=5199214123588213207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/5199214123588213207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/5199214123588213207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/2009_05_13_archive.html#5199214123588213207' title='MY WHITE ROSE'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513404713528263425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SHldtg0yMNI/AAAAAAAAAPM/3H1ZTZIeW-I/S220/139136daa94843d69103e9dd23f2b33e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080181054843063133.post-7723157434612175049</id><published>2009-05-08T18:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T21:15:10.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LEARNING PHASE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/ShvrOR3p1ZI/AAAAAAAAA0c/92SmdZr9COE/s1600-h/20090520(004).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/ShvrOR3p1ZI/AAAAAAAAA0c/92SmdZr9COE/s320/20090520(004).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340120413725382034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a week or so I have joined a construction company after completion of my bachelor degree in  Civil Engineering. Life as we know it is tough really tough I should say or from the way others have described. Since this is my first time on job and had no experience in my technical field, I took it as my learning phase  and determined my path is not going to be a piece of cake. My uncle helped me get the job through his friend who is a contractor. I am appointed by the contractor to work for the consultant in a road project funded by ADB. This is why my real opponent in case of argument is unclear. Disputes are inevitable in any project and i must say I have been lucky to observe two or three of first time experience of disputes between the two parties.  &lt;p&gt;_____________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sent from my phone using Flurrymail - Get free mobile email and news at: &lt;a href="http://www.flurrymail.com/"&gt;http://www.flurrymail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;More than messages–check out the rest of the Windows Live™.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.microsoft.com/windows/windowslive/"&gt;http://www.microsoft.com/windows/windowslive/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080181054843063133-7723157434612175049?l=ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7723157434612175049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080181054843063133&amp;postID=7723157434612175049&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/7723157434612175049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/7723157434612175049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/2009_05_08_archive.html#7723157434612175049' title='LEARNING PHASE'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513404713528263425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SHldtg0yMNI/AAAAAAAAAPM/3H1ZTZIeW-I/S220/139136daa94843d69103e9dd23f2b33e.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/ShvrOR3p1ZI/AAAAAAAAA0c/92SmdZr9COE/s72-c/20090520(004).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080181054843063133.post-6117794241336490363</id><published>2009-04-21T22:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T22:03:30.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Curriculum Vitae</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;table class="EC_EC_MsoNormalTable" border="1" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" style="border-collapse:collapse;border:none"&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td width="568" valign="top" style="width:426.1pt;border:solid windowtext 1.0pt;padding:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11pt"&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;&lt;br clear="all" style="page-break-before:always"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;   &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11pt"&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial" size="6"&gt;&lt;span class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" style="font-size:21px"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;font-size:21px;font-weight:bold"&gt;CURRICULUM VITAE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11pt"&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;Ram Sundar Chakradhar&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11pt"&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;Bode, Madhyapur Thimi, Bhaktapur&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11pt"&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;016634573&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11pt"&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;+9779803346046&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11pt"&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;ramsundarchakradhar@gmail.com&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11pt"&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11pt"&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11pt"&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;Date   of Birth: 25/02/1986&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Nationality: Nepali&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11pt"&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11pt"&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;Marital   status: Unmarried&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;   &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Sex:   Male&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11pt"&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11pt"&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;h1&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;Education and Qualifications&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;   &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11pt"&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11pt"&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;2005-2009&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="color:black"&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11pt"&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;Tribhuvan   University&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11pt"&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Pulchowk Campus&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11pt"&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Pulchowk, Lalitpur&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11pt"&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Bachelor in Civil   Engineering with First Division&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11pt"&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11pt"&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;2003-2004&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  HSEB, Nepal&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11pt"&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Lalitpur College&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11pt"&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Kupondole, Lalitpur&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11pt"&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Intermediate Level   with First division&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11pt"&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11pt"&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;2002&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;   &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;HMG Board of Nepal&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11pt"&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Bhaktapur English   Secondary School&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11pt"&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Education   colony Street, Gatthaghar, Bhaktapur&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11pt"&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; School Leaving   Certificate with first division&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11pt"&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11pt"&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;h1&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;Trainings&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;   &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoListParagraph" style="line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="color:black"&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;blockquote class="EC_EC_webkit-indent-blockquote" style="border:none;padding:0px"&gt;&lt;span class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;font-size:15px"&gt;Forty-eight   hours course on "Computer Aided Design' (AutoCAD)" organized at Department of   Civil Engineering, Pulchowk Campus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;font-size:15px"&gt;Pre-diploma   (windows including office, Ms-DOS, multimedia, email and internet) Package in   Universal Computer Interface.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;            &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11pt"&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;h1&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;Academic Activities&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;   &lt;blockquote class="EC_EC_webkit-indent-blockquote" style="border:none;padding:0px"&gt;&lt;span class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;font-size:15px"&gt;A project   on Structural Design of components of building as a part of fourth year first   part assignment on Reinforced Cement Concrete.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;font-size:15px"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;font-size:15px"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;font-size:15px"&gt;A project   on Valuation of a Building as a part of fourth year first part assignment on   Estimating and Valuation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;            &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoBodyTextIndent" style="line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoBodyTextIndent" style="line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;blockquote class="EC_EC_webkit-indent-blockquote" style="border:none;padding:0px"&gt;&lt;span class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" style="font-size:15px;line-height:17px"&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;An   introductory knowledge about &lt;/font&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;Finite   Element Method&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt; as an Elective second course.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;font-size:15px"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;font-size:15px"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" style="font-size:15px;line-height:17px"&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;A 14 days   &lt;/font&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;Survey Camp&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt; on building traverse,   detailing, Bridge site and Road site suvey, Level transfer and Coordinate   transfer.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;            &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoBodyTextIndent" style="line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;h1&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Participation in events and Organization&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;   &lt;blockquote class="EC_EC_webkit-indent-blockquote" style="border:none;padding:0px"&gt;&lt;span class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" style="line-height:14px"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;Enthusiastic   participation in &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12pt;line-height:115%;color:black"&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;"Model   demonstration"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt; organised by Civil Engineering Students' Society   Nepal (CESS-Nepal)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;   &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoBodyTextIndent" style="line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoBodyTextIndent" style="margin-left:0in;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Active Member of Cleaning and Decoration   Team of "Civil Engineering &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoBodyTextIndent" style="margin-left:0in;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Exhibition-2063"   organised by Civil Engineering Students' Society Nepal &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;blockquote class="EC_EC_webkit-indent-blockquote" style="border:none;padding:0px"&gt;&lt;span class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;font-size:15px"&gt;CESS-Nepal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;   &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoBodyTextIndent" style="line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:14.0pt;color:black"&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:14.0pt;color:black"&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Key Skills&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:14.0pt;color:black"&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:15px;font-weight:normal;color:rgb(68, 68, 68)"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="color:black"&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;Computer&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="color:black"&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoBodyTextIndent" style="margin-left:0in;line-height:115%;tab-stops:.5in"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; MS   Office (MS Word, MS Excel, MS Power Point) Graphic Designing (Adobe &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoBodyTextIndent" style="margin-left:0in;line-height:115%;tab-stops:.5in"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Photoshop,   Free Hand, Adobe PageMaker)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoBodyTextIndent" style="margin-left:0in;line-height:115%;tab-stops:.5in"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="Arial" size="4"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoBodyTextIndent" style="margin-left:0in;line-height:115%;tab-stops:.5in"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;AutoCAD, FORTRAN, Numerical Methods, E-mail   and Internet&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoBodyTextIndent" style="line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="color:black"&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="color:black"&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;Language&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoBodyTextIndent" style="margin-left:0in;line-height:115%;tab-stops:.5in"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Nepali,   Newari, English, Hindi&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="color:black"&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="margin-left:2.5in;text-indent:-2.5in;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="color:black"&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="margin-left:2.5in;text-indent:-2.5in;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="color:black"&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;Others&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="color:black"&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoBodyTextIndent" style="margin-left:0in;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Initiative, Commitment,   Team Working &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoBodyTextIndent" style="margin-left:0in;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial" size="4"&gt;&lt;span class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" style="font-size:15px;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoBodyTextIndent"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:14.0pt;color:black"&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Awards and Scholarships&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote class="EC_EC_webkit-indent-blockquote" style="border:none;padding:0px"&gt;&lt;span class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;font-size:15px"&gt;Full Scholarship for&amp;nbsp;bachelor&amp;nbsp;degree in Pulchowk Campus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="EC_EC_webkit-indent-blockquote" style="border:none;padding:0px"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="Arial" size="4"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="EC_EC_webkit-indent-blockquote" style="border:none;padding:0px"&gt;&lt;span class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;font-size:15px"&gt;Full Tuition waver for 2 years Intermediate level in Lalitpur College&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="EC_EC_webkit-indent-blockquote" style="border:none;padding:0px"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="Arial" size="4"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="EC_EC_webkit-indent-blockquote" style="border:none;padding:0px"&gt;&lt;span class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;font-size:15px"&gt;Full Tuition waver in school level in Bhaktapur English S. School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="EC_EC_webkit-indent-blockquote" style="border:none;padding:0px"&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial" size="4"&gt;&lt;span class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" style="font-size:15px"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="EC_EC_webkit-indent-blockquote" style="border:none;padding:0px"&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial" size="4"&gt;&lt;span class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" style="font-size:15px"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;   &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:14.0pt;color:black"&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;Area of Interest&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoBodyTextIndent" style="margin-left:0in;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Water Supply and Sanitation Engineering&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoBodyTextIndent" style="margin-left:0in;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Structure, Hydrology and Hydraulics&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoBodyTextIndent" style="margin-left:0in;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Hydropower Engineering&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoBodyTextIndent" style="margin-left:0in;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoBodyTextIndent" style="margin-left:0in;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:14.0pt;color:black"&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;Hobby&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoBodyTextIndent" style="margin-left:0in;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Reading books, Novels and writing,   blogging &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoBodyTextIndent" style="margin-left:0in;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoBodyTextIndent" style="margin-left:0in;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:14.0pt;color:black"&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:14.0pt;color:black"&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;Final Year Project&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11pt"&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Feasibility Study of&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt; "Small Hydropower Project" &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11pt"&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;in   Naubise Khola, Dhading &amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11pt"&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; District, Naubise&amp;nbsp; under supervision of&amp;nbsp; Dr. Durga Sangraula; Campus Chief of &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11pt"&gt;&lt;font class="EC_EC_Apple-style-span" face="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 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feels as if it has been years we built the wall of silence between us when I am encircled by my solitary days and nights. Needless to mention of the days and nights I have spent without you were like hell, the strength of the feelings that&amp;#39;s enriching   inside me is amazing. You must have changed. That big eyes I used to dive into must have gone even more sparkling, the inflated cheeks I tempted to cup in my hands must have been soft, softer than before and the way they get red when you blush must be cute, and those sexy lips  I can&amp;#39;t explain. The hair must have grown longer. Your skin might have wrinkled and I bet you would still be looking charming with those lines in your skin. So much might have changed in you, your voice might sound different though it echoes it my mind all the time. You must have lost a lot of pounds because of working everyday, if not, then must have gone fat and yet sexy. Sometimes, I get the feeling if you would ever recognise me when i come to you at the time you get old or if you would consider taking me in. No one have been able to affect me the way you did or may be I didnt let them. I still get your pictures in my mind while praying. I am aching because I dont know how to react to such an absolute feeling like never before, and it makes me wonder what makes it so intense and true.  It made me think if you were the only sweetest ever happened to me, I believe its not a lie.  I dream sometimes, how hurt you will be when I come to you in our old age, may be get mad at me for being so late. I hope you will forgive me of all the mistakes I have done that time, all the pains I have caused and all the tears I let fall off your eyes. I&amp;#39;m paying the price now for how I hurt you every day every minute and every second, I hope you would move the biggest stone off my chest at that time.  I dont want to die without spending my some part of my life you or my soul will never rest in peace. To let know my heart is more stronger than before and learning more from my mistakes.  The distance doesnt bother me much since I discovered the depth of my truth. Nothing can shake me away from my dream and together with you is where my destiny. The depth of true love is not how close you are and feel for each other but how far you stay yet feel stronger more and more each day.&lt;br&gt;_____________________________&lt;br&gt;Sent from my phone using Flurrymail - Get free mobile email and news at: &lt;a href="http://www.flurrymail.com"&gt;http://www.flurrymail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080181054843063133-5650303887767240335?l=ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5650303887767240335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080181054843063133&amp;postID=5650303887767240335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/5650303887767240335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/5650303887767240335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/2009_04_09_archive.html#5650303887767240335' title='ACHING YET THE FEELING SO STRONG'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513404713528263425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SHldtg0yMNI/AAAAAAAAAPM/3H1ZTZIeW-I/S220/139136daa94843d69103e9dd23f2b33e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080181054843063133.post-7731084986694164164</id><published>2009-03-30T20:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T20:03:13.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BEWITCHED</title><content type='html'>I was with my friend talking when are we going to finish our BE and get ready for our job hunt, when i heard my mom calling me; her tears almost melting from her eyes. Its again my cousin getting unconscious the second time. I rushed to her house thought didnt know what to do. I was thinking what possibly can i do while travelling the first floor. I peered from the third floor stairs to the fourth floor thats where i saw my elder mom holding my cousin in her arms trying to keep her awake at the same time. She was calling her name wishing her to hear all the words she said. As i gazed over my cousin&amp;#39;s face i can tell she could hardly hear anything. Saliva floating through her mouth i see her eyes half closed or half open i should say. She was finding it hard to keep her eyes open but fighting every minutes hold on. I remember all the words she said about being sacred to die.  I hold her hand and shook her up trying to make her belief everything is going to be or or trying to believe myself. I was definately more sacred at this time than her because she didnt know whats happening to her. The two of us worked a worthless try i should say. Her hair messed up legs spread all ever the floor and the color of eyes some what changed its color. I have never seen her this way. She was pretty, cheerfull and always good looking. My elder mom figured it out it was not her. Slowly most of the relatives moved to the room that make it look small everyone with the same bewildered expression in their face wondering what has happened to her yet noone has any answers. Suddenly the expression on her face changed- fighting for life to smiling on everyone leaving everyone perplexed. Only then my elder mom know what was wrong. She figured it out. Yes it was not her. She has been possessed by someone or something- a soul an evil. Most of the audience guessed by the way she looked at their eyes. Yes she has been possessed by an evil soul. I didnt know how to react and i drew back my place occupied by my sister. After it was confirmed she has been possessed by an evil soul, all the comforting words faded and turned into scold. My elder mom scolded her so much asking her who she was and why is she doing this to her only daughter. With each scold the smile from my cousin&amp;#39;s face disappeared and filled it with an expression a question or a more straight or say piercing look. I see the hatred dissatisfaction and anger in her eyes all at once or may be none because noone could figure it out. At the time everyone was trying to drive the evil soul away from her body i was trying to find a medical explanation o this situation. Of course i find none.&lt;br&gt;_____________________________&lt;br&gt;Sent from my phone using Flurrymail - Get free mobile email and news at: &lt;a href="http://www.flurrymail.com"&gt;http://www.flurrymail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080181054843063133-7731084986694164164?l=ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7731084986694164164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080181054843063133&amp;postID=7731084986694164164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/7731084986694164164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/7731084986694164164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/2009_03_30_archive.html#7731084986694164164' title='BEWITCHED'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513404713528263425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SHldtg0yMNI/AAAAAAAAAPM/3H1ZTZIeW-I/S220/139136daa94843d69103e9dd23f2b33e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080181054843063133.post-7364207664728872239</id><published>2009-03-17T09:02:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T06:56:57.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MEMORIES OF NEPHEW'S BRATABANDHA AND NIECE GETTING LOVES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/ScF7aUgWWBI/AAAAAAAAAwU/PIbWEui9ylE/s1600-h/DSC01537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/Sb74Jg-FzuI/AAAAAAAAAu8/bhuDXV50qLQ/s320/DSC01486.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313957452696637154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080181054843063133-7364207664728872239?l=ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7364207664728872239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080181054843063133&amp;postID=7364207664728872239&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/7364207664728872239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/7364207664728872239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/2009_03_17_archive.html#7364207664728872239' title='MEMORIES OF NEPHEW&apos;S BRATABANDHA AND NIECE GETTING LOVES'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513404713528263425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SHldtg0yMNI/AAAAAAAAAPM/3H1ZTZIeW-I/S220/139136daa94843d69103e9dd23f2b33e.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/ScF7aUgWWBI/AAAAAAAAAwU/PIbWEui9ylE/s72-c/DSC01537.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080181054843063133.post-3177431785914634153</id><published>2009-03-14T02:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T00:05:25.747+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HAPPY BIRTHDAY'/><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: .5in;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10.0pt;color:black;"&gt;14-3 i.e.14th march. Not a big day when I came to this world but someone made it so special that I may forget the day I was born but this day. That “someone” then marked it as my date of birth (though its not my date of birth), the very special day making it even more so just by pronouncing it through her sweet lips. Those were the days when you walk on your way being an ordinary guy- the world Damn care about what you do or think or they would hardly feel if you exist then that “someone” walks into you life though you were so sure you have locked up all the doors. She breaks in; opens all the doors giving you a new art of life and make you feel special out of an ordinary life. Suddenly the world seems to care about you as if in a joy ride side by side. Someone finds you when you were not even searching and you don’t even mind to fall head over heels simply because you can’t help it. The first time you see her smile, instantaneously, nothing seem to matter but the spark that comes on her face on each smile like a glitter in the sky on each full moon. You don’t have to try to forget everything after the smile because there would certainly be nothing left in the mind to think more than the glimpse of smile. Then you started dreaming about it every night as you go to bed with it. Every time you pray and see that smile which doesn’t seem to leave your memory by any cost as if a haunt. But haunt makes people sacred where it brings pleasure with it. Now you accumulate all you strength to think of an idea to make her pull those lips and smile even if you have to be the craziest; you adore it. You go for the silliest joke, act or word because you see the world within that smile; not the world which didn’t know you existed but the one which knew exactly who you are.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: .5in;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10.0pt;color:black;"&gt;The slight change in that smile and the pain starts the fear of the most important person being fade away or might just remain in dreams. The pain of&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;being apart which didn’t bother before started striking your heart like a ticking clock always make you aware you lack of something, someone. You swallow it deep down in your heart but the pain melts through you eyes each drop reminding of how deep the feeling is. The bond between two hearts is so strong even the heaviest metal can’t cut it through and so light at the same time that a slightest wind has potential to blow it away. But the thing that’s shared between two are never carried away. You can erase what’s written on the surface but the depth it has penetrated will last till we are gone and what’s in the depth re-suspends on the surface in time and again. You may try to leap forward but the heart stays one step back still hoping for reunion with what she has been separated. Whatever be the reason, they are no worth for holding back the two loving hearts for that long time. But will someone wait for me the way said till the skin gets wrinkled? The only way to get the answer is to stand before her and ask it. The fine cloud has been drifted away but I believe it rain again just for me this time. I’m still missing the things because I know the things that I have though I don’t say it anymore only because of the fear of being misunderstood. I’m scared the repetition of my part of truth might make is false. I have always been told I would be giving up quickly when I always tell that I will not. I want to see who it would be to give up first. The feeling inside me is not hidden for me no matter how much I’m incapable of showing it to others. I’m just waiting for that day which I have dreamt of long time and I will get it one day. I wish is almost everyday.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080181054843063133-3177431785914634153?l=ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3177431785914634153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080181054843063133&amp;postID=3177431785914634153&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/3177431785914634153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/3177431785914634153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/2009_03_14_archive.html#3177431785914634153' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513404713528263425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SHldtg0yMNI/AAAAAAAAAPM/3H1ZTZIeW-I/S220/139136daa94843d69103e9dd23f2b33e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080181054843063133.post-223796189416312756</id><published>2009-03-09T20:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T09:34:37.854+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HAPPY HOLI AND THE GOOD MEMORIES'/><title type='text'>HAPPY HOLI</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;text-indent:.5in;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;color:black;"&gt;As I walk down the streets on my way to home or college, I don’t see as much flying balloons filled with water, as I used to, targeted to the so called beautiful girls. The day of colors is just a single day away but I see no sign of it in my perimeter. May be I am too much concerned with my project that’s why the celebration by others pass unnoticed. But the charm of this special day has definitely diminished at present. Today I stayed home, still the hangover from last might has not gone yet, but I don’t have to force myself to think about the good memories that I had at this day in the past. Though it’s chilly right now but the fun we had on this date a year ago keeps me warm, excited and pleasant. Visiting my friend and making him all wet right under his balcony was definitely a fun. It was even more excitements for a person like me who loves rain to chase and throw buckets of water onto each other and trying to be most dried at the same time. We neither minded what we are going to wear to get back home nor did we care when we are going to get back home. Everything was so much fun that we forgot almost everything for the moment- worries, responsibilities (as we didn’t mind emptying the water tank that was supposed to be used for construction purpose) ,tiredness (as we didn’t care though we were out of breathe) and pains(our cheeks were hurting because of laughing of a lot hehe). We didn’t even stop calling some more friends to join us to add up fun and the way the girl next door participated secretly just to get some water filled plastic bags hit over her head was definitely an amusing trailer to watch lol. All the other guys and girls eyeing us with an expression of jealousy and 'wish I had that day' look in their face. Tease in our gait and 'are you envy?' in our eyes each time our missile hit the bulls eyes,;-). Later we came to realized We really got tired throwing our projectiles of water filled plastic bags to the kids who joined an hour ago. We were the kids once again with our almost wrinkled face hahaha. As the evening deepened the cold breeze made us shiver, the nature asking us to stop. The only thing that could keep us warm inside was the sips of hot tea and of course the good memory that we had made that everyone is going to remember in the days to come. Yes it’s HOLI again; though the time we spent can never be played back the memory of it can still make the day pleasant.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080181054843063133-223796189416312756?l=ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/223796189416312756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080181054843063133&amp;postID=223796189416312756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/223796189416312756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/223796189416312756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/2009_03_09_archive.html#223796189416312756' title='HAPPY HOLI'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513404713528263425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SHldtg0yMNI/AAAAAAAAAPM/3H1ZTZIeW-I/S220/139136daa94843d69103e9dd23f2b33e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080181054843063133.post-8394879387266432976</id><published>2009-03-06T21:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T16:37:02.446+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I CARE'/><title type='text'>I CARE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every time I want my mind and heart think less about any situation that I am into, I tell myself ' I DON’T CARE' all out loud ( though none can heart it ) and all in capital. My mind went blank and my fingers not helping me type the words that I have planned for this post as soon as I hear the row that my mom and dad are having downstairs. My heartbeat elevated, as if a man being chased for life and death my face expressionless as if unable to react where I am into or not being able to figure out the events that are orbiting around me. Whatever I have written, I read it twice thought about it thrice or even more than. Try to think about it would be the right phrase I purpose as my ability to think has been torn between two activities- what I was trying to write when I just started and what the situation has dragged me into now. I tried hard not letting it to affect me my life and my tiny heart but the fear in my mind can hardly say the words ' I DONT CARE ' nor could my trembling hands text it as easily as it was supposed to be. Everything freeze around me when the argument rocked and I nearly jumped off my bed when I felt my mom's foot slip off the step. She went upstairs to cook, my dad downstairs and me filling my lungs with the air filled with smoke that my dad exhaled downstairs with my ears upstairs listening my mom cough, the familiar sound I hear every time the same event she repeats, trying to figure out which one is my way. Though I know there is no such thing for me like my way and your way as i grew up being in this kind of situation and each time I could not decide my way. My dad leaves the room after he is done with his words as if a sign of despair or his way of showing 'I DONT CARE’ and spends sometime alone till he feels that he forgives and really don’t care, my mom just stares to everyone with the same expression admitting the mistakes that she has made promising as well though repeating it over and over again, her way of expressing ' I don’t care' I am searching for my way of saying it out loud and significant unlike the way they did. Though I told them I am going to disappear and they will never see my face again, seems that was not that significant or simply I can’t stop though I clearly stated that I don't care. My dad asked me to have dinner with him and mom all three together. Thank god for the first time in my life he asked for it. I have wanted it so much in my whole life that he shows he really cares for me. Wait a minute may be I should not thank god in such a hurry because the situation of his asking is different. The thing is different and he is different at this time. I am not the one who wants perfection in my life but at least I am not going to be happy with something less than perfect this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sister called in. Just called in to know why my dad asked her to come home early the next morning. May she was expecting me crying this time as well like before because she sounded worried but this time she need not know. I won’t let her know either as I refused to break down. Damn how can I forget she already knew about, how can I forget some of the things don’t needs the words to say or lets put it this way some of the things don’t need to be said also how can I forget she has the ability to understand the words between my sighs. I don’t want to break her down just like I did last time that's why I refuse to explain whatever she is demanding to know. She has to give my mom a visit tomorrow morning if she really wants to know I made her the things this way. She acted as if she felt the things have already been sorted out when she never believed its going to fade away as easily and quickly as hailstone on reaching the earth. I didn’t want her to know. She has taken a lot of stress but somehow is molded into the situation again. I know she will visit tomorrow early in the morning as I am sure she is not going to get a sound sleep tonight. I just pray to god, if you really are there, to spare her little heart from pain that is not only hers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080181054843063133-8394879387266432976?l=ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8394879387266432976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080181054843063133&amp;postID=8394879387266432976&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/8394879387266432976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/8394879387266432976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/2009_03_06_archive.html#8394879387266432976' title='I CARE'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513404713528263425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SHldtg0yMNI/AAAAAAAAAPM/3H1ZTZIeW-I/S220/139136daa94843d69103e9dd23f2b33e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080181054843063133.post-2026168410443768678</id><published>2009-03-03T21:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T16:36:26.277+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='10 THINGS I HATE ABOUT YOU'/><title type='text'>10 THINGS I HATE ABOUT YOU!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is the clip from a movie which gave me a huge crush on mandy moore. The movie is ofcourse "10 things i hate about you". "A walk to remember" is the is the next movie i loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/84e0HYgo_eU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/84e0HYgo_eU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate the way you talk to me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the way you cut your hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate the way you drive my car, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate it when you stare. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate your big dumb combat boots &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the way you read my mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate you so much it makes me sick,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it even makes me rhyme. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate the way you’re always right, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate it when you lie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate it when you make me laugh,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even worse when you make me cry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate it when you’re not around, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the fact that you didn’t call. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not even close…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not even a little bit… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not even at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080181054843063133-2026168410443768678?l=ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2026168410443768678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080181054843063133&amp;postID=2026168410443768678&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/2026168410443768678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/2026168410443768678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/2009_03_03_archive.html#2026168410443768678' title='10 THINGS I HATE ABOUT YOU!'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513404713528263425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SHldtg0yMNI/AAAAAAAAAPM/3H1ZTZIeW-I/S220/139136daa94843d69103e9dd23f2b33e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080181054843063133.post-553950686839130925</id><published>2009-03-01T12:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T16:35:56.433+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WHAT HAPPENED TO MY SENSES?'/><title type='text'>WHAT HAPPENED TO MY SENSES?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I smell methanol all over my blood today I don’t know why. From the very morning I smell it so intense I felt  it suffocating. Is this a dream or my psychic vision I am not sure about that but I feel like I can smell it so badly as if its in my nose or as if my head is inside the bottle or tank I should say. Can it make me intoxicated? Or make me want to vomit. I felt dizzy and sick and want to get lost. I cleared my nose but still the same. I concentrated on writing my lab report and in few minutes the smell is gone. I don’t have any habit of drinking or any wish to try it and I don’t know how my senses had an affinity to something which is not around. It’s another day and i fought against it. You might feel i have won the battle but I still don’t believe it yet. Winning the battle takes a split second but it takes a life time to rule over what you have won. The battle doesn’t end that easily whether it involves killing someone or a fight with yourself. Fight with yourself is much tougher than the war with others. Battle with others makes you either winner or a looser but fight with yourself makes you looser in either way. I am in a battle with myself and the result is yet to come!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080181054843063133-553950686839130925?l=ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/553950686839130925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080181054843063133&amp;postID=553950686839130925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/553950686839130925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/553950686839130925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#553950686839130925' title='WHAT HAPPENED TO MY SENSES?'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513404713528263425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SHldtg0yMNI/AAAAAAAAAPM/3H1ZTZIeW-I/S220/139136daa94843d69103e9dd23f2b33e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080181054843063133.post-3014544694231947913</id><published>2009-02-28T22:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T16:35:17.168+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I WISH I COULD GET LOST'/><title type='text'>I WISH I COULD GET LOST</title><content type='html'>I didn’t cry all part of my tears yesterday, left a part of it so that I can cry today as well. I wanted all my family members to see me when I am crying especially my mom. Yes, I know what you all are thinking right now- I am weird. Whatever you think I know who I am I did what I thought was right for me; for everybody actually and if everything goes what I have planned then I am sure everyone will thank me for what I have done, my mom especially. That's why I didn’t want to cry alone last night. I helped my mom go to bed and shed half of my tears. Later on I thought why I should cry alone when no body knows what I am crying for. Anybody would have hardly heard my utter. I wanted to let them heard me out loud but then everyone would have asked me what's wrong. I don't want to answer them. I just wanted to cry in front or few meters away from them and they don't ask me the reason at the same time. Both my parents have been to bed and I can't ask them to see tear drops in my eyes. My brother is not around so I called in my elder sister and let her hear me and guess what I have been doing. She asked me many question why? How? What? But the questions were not what I wanted to hear. I just wanted her to hear me crying. That's why I turned off my phone. She tried to call in again but I never answer her. I didn’t want to. After few minutes she my phone rang again. It's my sister again. I didn’t want her to worry about me just wanted her to listen to me when I am crying so I answered this time. I told her to visit me tomorrow because I am not done with my pain and hung up the phone. I heard her say she would visit me in the morning then I hung up in the middle. I know i left her worried about everything though I didn’t want to. Guess I have no choice. I wanted it so badly which prevented me from being rational.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080181054843063133-3014544694231947913?l=ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3014544694231947913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080181054843063133&amp;postID=3014544694231947913&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/3014544694231947913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/3014544694231947913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/2009_02_28_archive.html#3014544694231947913' title='I WISH I COULD GET LOST'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513404713528263425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SHldtg0yMNI/AAAAAAAAAPM/3H1ZTZIeW-I/S220/139136daa94843d69103e9dd23f2b33e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080181054843063133.post-2578704435639235895</id><published>2009-02-17T03:59:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T08:50:36.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FEELS GOOD TO BE IN MAGAZINE COVER!! LOL!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SaXnJk7KcWI/AAAAAAAAAu0/xabY54DNuqM/s1600-h/BINA+KO+MOBILE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SaXnJk7KcWI/AAAAAAAAAu0/xabY54DNuqM/s320/BINA+KO+MOBILE.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306901887642661218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Picture collapse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SaSoi6Zy6AI/AAAAAAAAAus/oarDAA4lQ7o/s1600-h/uxuyd3byso.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SaSoi6Zy6AI/AAAAAAAAAus/oarDAA4lQ7o/s320/uxuyd3byso.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306551578695755778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SZpsd1g3DEI/AAAAAAAAAsE/P7GmGSfQeEg/s1600-h/3dc3216022aafb857cc861d19ebed_4001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SZpsd1g3DEI/AAAAAAAAAsE/P7GmGSfQeEg/s320/3dc3216022aafb857cc861d19ebed_4001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303670771019091010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TRUE FRENS ?? WE ARE THE TRUE ENEMY HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SZppUk8iXKI/AAAAAAAAAr8/1bdmHeNLgZ0/s1600-h/fd15764f772016a14c3dd23a40a5a_2401.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SZppUk8iXKI/AAAAAAAAAr8/1bdmHeNLgZ0/s320/fd15764f772016a14c3dd23a40a5a_2401.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303667313418067106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THAT'S ME AND MY COUSIN OF  COURSE POSING FOR THE PROMOTION OF DIAZ SCOOTY!!  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SZpa0Ekyk1I/AAAAAAAAAr0/QAzeZgu-SH0/s1600-h/f0bfbccfd8b470e3f4eb3e0e5bc1b_5101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SZpa0Ekyk1I/AAAAAAAAAr0/QAzeZgu-SH0/s320/f0bfbccfd8b470e3f4eb3e0e5bc1b_5101.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303651361809929042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hi!! everyone ofcourse this is me in the magazine cover!! lol!! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080181054843063133-2578704435639235895?l=ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2578704435639235895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080181054843063133&amp;postID=2578704435639235895&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/2578704435639235895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/2578704435639235895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/2009_02_17_archive.html#2578704435639235895' title='FEELS GOOD TO BE IN MAGAZINE COVER!! LOL!!'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513404713528263425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SHldtg0yMNI/AAAAAAAAAPM/3H1ZTZIeW-I/S220/139136daa94843d69103e9dd23f2b33e.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SaXnJk7KcWI/AAAAAAAAAu0/xabY54DNuqM/s72-c/BINA+KO+MOBILE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080181054843063133.post-5619831242310190366</id><published>2009-01-28T15:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T16:37:41.328+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WE ARE JUST THE OPPOSITE'/><title type='text'>WE ARE JUST THE OPPOSITE</title><content type='html'>It was a great morning till we had that conversation. Living in the same room both being unable to figure out when to watch the newly rented dvd, as of course the very load shedding over ruling our lives, my bro suggested to watch the movie the very morning. I chuckled at the idea. We Both have just woke up, had our tea yet under our blankets ( he is under his blanket and i am under mine if case you are wondering ;)) making plans for the day. Figuring out me saying myself ' its  a bad idea to watch the movie that early' , he gave me ' &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' look and started explaining his logic behind suggesting to watch the movie. The reason was surely the black out at 8am. Its already 6:30. I proposed him to copy the movie so that we can watch it later on that--- -would be in the evening. Hard heartedly he accepted it but ordered me to copy it though he was the one nearest to pc. Order is order. I didnt want to but my bed has to live without my warmth for few minutes till i am done copying. I guess its just the opposite. I inserted the cd in the ROM and with my shivering hand i am in my job to copy the movie while my bro,with all his body inside his blanket and head popped out out of it, checked on me copying the disk. But what i thought was not the easy one. I am not even done half copying and pc freezed i am sure it's not because of the cold. I tried every possible techniques that i know for sure but the pc doesnt seem to be cooperating. So i was left with only option - poke its belly bottom with my index finger.  I didn't look at my bro's face because i know he was giving me ' &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;what the hell was tha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' look. Actually he was not just giving that look but all set up to say it. I knew it by the way he fly aside his blanket. Then he was just behind my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..................to be continues ( gota get off the bus hehe)&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080181054843063133-5619831242310190366?l=ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5619831242310190366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080181054843063133&amp;postID=5619831242310190366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/5619831242310190366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/5619831242310190366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/2009_01_28_archive.html#5619831242310190366' title='WE ARE JUST THE OPPOSITE'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513404713528263425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SHldtg0yMNI/AAAAAAAAAPM/3H1ZTZIeW-I/S220/139136daa94843d69103e9dd23f2b33e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080181054843063133.post-3773799359448249029</id><published>2009-01-26T20:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T11:09:54.396+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SMALL STEPS TO SOLVE THE PROBLEM'/><title type='text'>SMALL STEPS TO SOLVE THE PROBLEM</title><content type='html'>Anyone living in Nepal wouldn’t have to be explained what's the present problem that we are facing! I have also explained about the load shedding i.e. the daily cut off of electricity within the country 14 hours a day affecting every field of economy in my previous posts. The government seems to have taken no or little steps to solve this situation. Of course that was what I thought. Guess I was wrong. :). I heart from my friend that the government has called for the bid in order to encourage the use of CFL bulbs which is supposed to have the capacity to solve the present problem if used by every citizen of the country. Isn’t it great? At least there is a ray of hope to solve what we are compelled to face. The development of a nation is indicated by the amount of the electricity consumed by it. So what is the development situation of Nepal? With a load shedding of 14 hours a day, any one can hardly imagine the progress. What I think about the step that government has initiated is good but still more can be done. The bid asked for the organizations that can provide the CELs bulbs at low cost or free of another with a buying of one. Similarly I think the discount of 5% can be given in the total cost of monthly Electricity bills or certain card system can be given for those using the CFLs at home. The work is difficult but still can be done as there is a saying “nothing is impossible in this world”. Also for those having the CFL utilization card would get a first priority say while paying the bills or get the first priority in any government office while getting the work done. If there is a conflict between the card holders then the first come first served system can be applied as usual. If the concept of using the card system can create the problem when two card holders comes for the same word then the next concept can be used. Two separate lines can be make in the government organization where lots of people come -one for the card holder and the next for the normal user without card E.g. in paying electricity bill, petrol pumps and discounts can be given to the card holders during festivals fate or exhibition like all the students are getting. All the fields where has maximum public interest a separate facility should be provided to those who are using CFL bulbs. This would be the appreciation of the government for their help and support. Recently I have seen long lines of students applying for the sim of Nepal telecom when it was made available for them for just Rs 510 with talk time of 500. It could have become successful in gathering mass attention. So why not giving the same offer for those who are using CFL bulbs in their home? I bet it will skyrocket the use of the bulb which will definitely reduce the present pressure on electricity. The only obstacle to the above idea would be the rejection of telecom but that would not be an unsolved problem if the government is really serious about it. But of course for the implementation of the above techniques a lot of homework has to be done. And it will definitely be the quicker method than the thermal power plant. All the offers that I have discussed didn’t have to be for ever. The new concept can be in use for some months or 4/5 years at most then it could be dismissed. By that time every family would have installed set of bulbs in every corner of their house or a new large hydro power plant of lots of small and micro hydro plants would have be developed. I know some of you must be thinking it would be like cheating to implement the idea for some years and then dismiss it. Tell you what we have no choice and we can take the example of spice Nepal who has taken the market with the similar scheme of 1 paisa per call for interconnection and later 20 minutes of free call scheme and the truth is it’s still hasn't gone bankrupt though both of the schemes have been dismissed. Isn't it the time for the government to learn something from the example what's so close to their eyes?&lt;br /&gt;I can see a lot of things which can still be done if the government is really willing to do something.&lt;br /&gt;Today I was on a micro which was supposed to take a turn through RATNAPARK but instead the root was changed to a longer distance from JAMAL. The micro had to take a longer distance in order to reach the same spot. I am sure the step was taken by the valley traffic in order to control the flow. But from my view I felt like it’s a punishment for not respecting them. Being a frequent traveler of this route, I have found the drivers of my route the most irresponsible one. hehe. Yeah it’s bitter but the truth. So why can’t the government apply the same penalty equation for those who are not using CFL? And the addition of 5 to 10% on the total cost of electricity bill can be done for those not using CFL bulbs. ;) The concept of adding 5 to 10 percent more on the total electricity bill to those consumers not using the CFL bulbs is of course derived from the universal law of pay per pollution. I like this concept of giving the limited permits for pollute to the countries which will ultimately limit the pollution they can do for definite period of time and if their factories are producing more pollution to than the permits they have got, they need to buy the additional permits from those countries that pollute less than their permits. Taking more from the non user of CFLs and giving discounts to those who are using is the same as the permits. The field of application may be different but the concept is the same. Or just like the carbon trading rule where the countries emitting more carbon has to invest some of their incomes in the development of those under developed countries who have been affected by their emission. If the concept can be applicable at the global level definitely it can be at national with some constraints of course because no pain no gain.&lt;br /&gt;     No rules can be implied till it’s done by the force and after its implemented for some month it will be a practice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080181054843063133-3773799359448249029?l=ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3773799359448249029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080181054843063133&amp;postID=3773799359448249029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/3773799359448249029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/3773799359448249029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/2009_01_26_archive.html#3773799359448249029' title='SMALL STEPS TO SOLVE THE PROBLEM'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513404713528263425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SHldtg0yMNI/AAAAAAAAAPM/3H1ZTZIeW-I/S220/139136daa94843d69103e9dd23f2b33e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080181054843063133.post-228188762720754076</id><published>2009-01-25T17:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T17:54:20.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SILLY OR SMART ?</title><content type='html'>Today after my hydro power class i was made to fill up a form by my friend.I should say i filled up the form given by him because he did not actually made me do that. He just asked for it and i volunteered him. Yeah this line is appropriate. Hehe. Ok let me tell you what the form was all about. Well its a single sheet paper with some questions on both sides. Actually it was a kind of survey which was made by him and the other fren as he said. Its our last year in our college and may be he thought he should do something different to get noticed or something like that. Of course i didnt mean be skeptical about it. I liked the idea as long as on one takes the whole thing personally. Oops guess i have forgotten to tell what the questions were all about. They were funny ( by funny i mean he they are followed by the respective answers ). The questions were like who is the most romantic couple, hero of the class, most skeptical person, the handsome ,the beautiful, the trouble maker the source of distraction etc..... For someone it may the source of embarrasement while for the others it may be just a fun an nothing more. Atleast it would be a memory for whatever we were in the class. ;-) keep it up guys hope the fun always continues in everyone's life.. Will miss the fun we had together.&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________&lt;br /&gt;Sent from my phone using Flurrymail - Get free mobile email and news at: http://&lt;a href="http://www.flurrymail.com/"&gt;www.flurrymail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;_________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;More than messages–check out the rest of the Windows Live™.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.microsoft.com/windows/windowslive/"&gt;http://www.microsoft.com/windows/windowslive/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080181054843063133-228188762720754076?l=ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/228188762720754076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080181054843063133&amp;postID=228188762720754076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/228188762720754076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/228188762720754076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/2009_01_25_archive.html#228188762720754076' title='SILLY OR SMART ?'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513404713528263425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SHldtg0yMNI/AAAAAAAAAPM/3H1ZTZIeW-I/S220/139136daa94843d69103e9dd23f2b33e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080181054843063133.post-4692522431532418892</id><published>2009-01-23T21:03:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T11:05:20.752+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SURROUNDED BY DARKNESS'/><title type='text'>SURROUNDED BY DARKNESS !</title><content type='html'>It has already been 6 pm and my room is still dark. Its not because i dont have tube lights in my room but there is no electricity. I am standing in front of tv and the computer but they are all dead without electricity.  My room has been silent since 12 o clock this noon. The heavy music used to show my  presence in my room but latety silence has been my company. And to be honest it disturbs me much than the music; distract would be the right word to say. I smile at my desktop and it smiles me back -"both of us are having long rests (may be what she is thinking). I have got to write a paper on hydro power on sunday. Funny isn't it? I read a question on my old question collection which says " how do you justify the relevance of hydropower development in nepal ?" for those of friends who might have read this question right now must be thinking it would be foolish to answer this question.Lol!! Because it doesnt need words to explain the present situation and as far as the relevance is concerned it is a must. With 83 thousand MW potential as seen in most of the papers, the present production of 600MW  is definately  shocking. Only 20% of the population has access to electricity of which only 5% of the rural populatio so far has access to grid supplied electricity (WWA and IHA, 2003) and the fact continues..... We dont lack so called master minds who can really make a difference, we have skills as well so what's not letting us to do what we need and what we can? Is not it a time to postpone the constitution and rather go for what is needed most? Its just a question or may be some other have different views about it. But its definitely time to think seriously than going after some stupid fights. We have a whole life to fight with each other now is the time for something else. Oh my god still on light. Want to put off tug of war between my thought?&lt;br /&gt;need to study.... Phew!!! Its again hydro power. Where do i start now HMmhmhm. Lets dive through the intake...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YET AGAIN NEW LOAD SHEDDING GUYS. GOTO THE FOLLOWING LINK TO SEE WHEN YOU ARE LUCKY!! LOL :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://spreadsheets.google.com/pub?key=pYzlJaSFo5KDOriI2ODIxcQ&amp;amp;output=html&amp;amp;gid=0&amp;amp;single=true"&gt; LOAD SHEDDING SCHEDULE FROM 23 JAN 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080181054843063133-4692522431532418892?l=ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4692522431532418892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080181054843063133&amp;postID=4692522431532418892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/4692522431532418892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/4692522431532418892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/2009_01_23_archive.html#4692522431532418892' title='SURROUNDED BY DARKNESS !'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513404713528263425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SHldtg0yMNI/AAAAAAAAAPM/3H1ZTZIeW-I/S220/139136daa94843d69103e9dd23f2b33e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080181054843063133.post-7758677112824239776</id><published>2009-01-21T18:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T11:14:00.686+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WHY LOVE HURTS ?'/><title type='text'>WHY LOVE HURTS??</title><content type='html'>The thing which has the power to make you the happiest most also has the power to make you the most miserable. It is the smallest price you have to pay for being loved.&lt;rte_text&gt;&lt;/rte_text&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080181054843063133-7758677112824239776?l=ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7758677112824239776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080181054843063133&amp;postID=7758677112824239776&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/7758677112824239776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/7758677112824239776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/2009_01_21_archive.html#7758677112824239776' title='WHY LOVE HURTS??'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513404713528263425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SHldtg0yMNI/AAAAAAAAAPM/3H1ZTZIeW-I/S220/139136daa94843d69103e9dd23f2b33e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080181054843063133.post-8379840282331040613</id><published>2009-01-17T16:20:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T16:50:16.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FESTIVAL, FUN AND FACIAL!!! 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HERE COME THE VIDEOS'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513404713528263425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SHldtg0yMNI/AAAAAAAAAPM/3H1ZTZIeW-I/S220/139136daa94843d69103e9dd23f2b33e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080181054843063133.post-1006276763891980065</id><published>2009-01-17T11:19:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T11:14:57.913+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FUN AND FACIAL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FESTIVAL'/><title type='text'>FESTIVAL, FUN AND FACIAL!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SXGNC3aNPxI/AAAAAAAAAqo/vi9Agtpdisc/s1600-h/01142009%28017%29.jpg"&gt;14th of jan 2009:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     yes its the 1st of Magh of Nepali calender and ofcourse the time to celebrate the very great festival of massage (hehe) Maghesankrati!! here is the festival fun and the facial that me and my cousins had that very day. it was realy fun that day coz  i had facial. wanna be handsome lol!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SXFYdH8Ok9I/AAAAAAAAAqY/cA0uYTsGVJI/s1600-h/01142009%28013%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SXFYdH8Ok9I/AAAAAAAAAqY/cA0uYTsGVJI/s320/01142009%28013%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292108294508155858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SXFX61oF-hI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/uRP5Gj6Oo_Y/s1600-h/01142009%28012%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SXFX61oF-hI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/uRP5Gj6Oo_Y/s320/01142009%28012%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292107705476315666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SXFXeF_2CRI/AAAAAAAAAqI/eet4E3N7HW4/s1600-h/01142009%28010%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SXFXeF_2CRI/AAAAAAAAAqI/eet4E3N7HW4/s320/01142009%28010%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292107211654695186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SXGNC3aNPxI/AAAAAAAAAqo/vi9Agtpdisc/s1600-h/01142009%28017%29.jpg"&gt;see the difference? hehehe.  if you kinda confuse thats ofcourse me having my facial done by my cousin. does anyone think that I am cute than my cousin???? hehehehehehe&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SXGNC3aNPxI/AAAAAAAAAqo/vi9Agtpdisc/s320/01142009%28017%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292166117510168338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SXFXFm9PSqI/AAAAAAAAAqA/OpF4xcfxxec/s1600-h/01142009%28009%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SXFXFm9PSqI/AAAAAAAAAqA/OpF4xcfxxec/s320/01142009%28009%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292106791005407906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SXFWzRqC3PI/AAAAAAAAAp4/IPLKR5cTUIY/s1600-h/01142009%28007%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SXFWzRqC3PI/AAAAAAAAAp4/IPLKR5cTUIY/s320/01142009%28007%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292106476050111730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;here come Rupesh's turn to have his facial done!! Sapna not bad with head massage hmmmhmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SXFWiw_dpNI/AAAAAAAAApw/_XPEuEO2b5Y/s1600-h/01142009%28006%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SXFWiw_dpNI/AAAAAAAAApw/_XPEuEO2b5Y/s320/01142009%28006%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292106192403670226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am thinking who is taller than who is cute!!! hahahaha. sorry Bina you are really shorter! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SXFVP0mKQfI/AAAAAAAAApo/KFVAzZshWaU/s1600-h/01142009%28005%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SXFVP0mKQfI/AAAAAAAAApo/KFVAzZshWaU/s320/01142009%28005%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292104767442141682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Someone is looking really cute. I bet you are going to have lots of love proposals after you are published in my page. hehehe. hey I am not saying my page is famous but ofcourse you are cute!! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SXFUhbprVzI/AAAAAAAAApg/VRvvCsuj0yU/s1600-h/01142009%28004%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SXFUhbprVzI/AAAAAAAAApg/VRvvCsuj0yU/s320/01142009%28004%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292103970472023858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Follow the following facial steps if u wanna be great skin!! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SXFRpKUYadI/AAAAAAAAApY/2ZmzoBQkfEs/s1600-h/01142009%28003%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SXFRpKUYadI/AAAAAAAAApY/2ZmzoBQkfEs/s320/01142009%28003%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292100804723370450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SXFRGWbOodI/AAAAAAAAApQ/lE64tzF_a30/s1600-h/01142009%28002%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SXFRGWbOodI/AAAAAAAAApQ/lE64tzF_a30/s320/01142009%28002%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292100206677893586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SXFQb3_iQOI/AAAAAAAAApI/nOVwwvlOdWg/s1600-h/01142009%28001%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SXFQb3_iQOI/AAAAAAAAApI/nOVwwvlOdWg/s320/01142009%28001%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292099476954169570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;still a lot of pictures to come but the network isnot allowing me to.who took the following pic???                    &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SXGQ3ESFOaI/AAAAAAAAAqw/Boor2jy_kAA/s1600-h/01142009%28019%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SXGQ3ESFOaI/AAAAAAAAAqw/Boor2jy_kAA/s320/01142009%28019%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292170312853830050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SXGRSqhX9-I/AAAAAAAAAq4/kbQp7U9cVx8/s1600-h/01142009%28022%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SXGRSqhX9-I/AAAAAAAAAq4/kbQp7U9cVx8/s320/01142009%28022%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292170786974988258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SXGRSqhX9-I/AAAAAAAAAq4/kbQp7U9cVx8/s1600-h/01142009%28022%29.jpg"&gt;My cousin fooled me asking me to edit her GPRS so that she can chat through her celllphone. she said it was not working. of course it's not working. how could it when her sim has oradi expired!!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here comes the hair dressing!!!!! the tradition or the modern??? no idea!! need to ask my cousins!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SXGTT6ZBwoI/AAAAAAAAArA/zhZH0EYw7cA/s1600-h/01142009%28024%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SXGTT6ZBwoI/AAAAAAAAArA/zhZH0EYw7cA/s320/01142009%28024%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292173007438070402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;By the way its good! I am not talking about the hair but the hair style hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SXGUJMq7igI/AAAAAAAAArI/540B6H2ms1o/s1600-h/01142009%28029%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SXGUJMq7igI/AAAAAAAAArI/540B6H2ms1o/s320/01142009%28029%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292173922878065154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080181054843063133-1006276763891980065?l=ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1006276763891980065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080181054843063133&amp;postID=1006276763891980065&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/1006276763891980065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/1006276763891980065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/2009_01_17_archive.html#1006276763891980065' title='FESTIVAL, FUN AND FACIAL!!!'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513404713528263425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SHldtg0yMNI/AAAAAAAAAPM/3H1ZTZIeW-I/S220/139136daa94843d69103e9dd23f2b33e.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SXFYdH8Ok9I/AAAAAAAAAqY/cA0uYTsGVJI/s72-c/01142009%28013%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080181054843063133.post-9120016426235482840</id><published>2009-01-01T00:17:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T11:06:13.473+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HAPPY NEW YEAR'/><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SVufBXGW0mI/AAAAAAAAApA/0zQcCn-GxbI/s1600-h/New_Year10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SVufBXGW0mI/AAAAAAAAApA/0zQcCn-GxbI/s320/New_Year10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285993433378771554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Happy new year to all those who have visited my blog in the past; to those who are visiting now and also to those who will be visiting it in the year to come. Happy new year also to those who haven’t visited my blog; don’t want to visit my blog or already visited my blog but don’t want to come back again. I know Google will bring you back here again. ;). My warm heartily wishes to those who are madly in love, who are yet to fall in love and who have fallen in love but lost- hang on someone will definitely find you once more. My sweet regards to all those who love to dream and dream about the one they love most, to those who dream to love and fall in love with the one they dream about, and to those as well who are desperate that they can nether dream nor love, on this new year – coz life starts with a dram, love cherish it and though sometimes every things seems to go wrong, a new life comes out of the “so called hell”. On the occasion of this new year all my care to those who smiled though their heart ached just not to let others know and to those who cried till their eyes sore just wishing someone wipe their tears if any- two thumbs to you all, you have survived a whole year and surely a brand new life is waiting for you in this new year. My smile to those who laughed so much in previous year that theirs eyes tear, who were overjoyed to find the happiness on someone’s face – hope you will have the same luck in every new day.&lt;br /&gt;    In this new day my company to those who have no one and thus are alone, who have everybody yet alone and who has someone who wants to be with but don’t know why wants to be alone – you may be confused but I know deep down your heart you don’t want to be alone. You all don’t deserve to be alone. You deserve something more and that’s why you are special. In this grand day, my congrats to those who have a party and lots of people to be with, who have small group of friends to talk to, have a family to have fun with or have at least someone who s/he can touch and feel just to give a sense that you are not alone – you are the few lucky one and that’s why you are special. This New Year, may the first drop of rain that fall on us wash away all our sins, may the first kiss on her cheeks make her forget and forgive all the pains that we’ve caused to our loved ones and may the new breeze fill us with the new dreams and enthusiasm to fulfill them. May this new year make us more responsible, more mature but more childish to someone coz they are adorable that way.    hope this new year helps us to stick to what we have, to move on to someone and to carry everything with and walk along.                                              &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SVueqxK3XiI/AAAAAAAAAo4/eRT5UV0LgtI/s1600-h/New_Year14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SVueqxK3XiI/AAAAAAAAAo4/eRT5UV0LgtI/s320/New_Year14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285993045240012322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST WISH ON THE LAST DAY OF THE LAST YEAR AND FIRST WISH ON THE FIRST DAY OF THE NEW YEAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR 2009 TO YOU ALL!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080181054843063133-9120016426235482840?l=ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/9120016426235482840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080181054843063133&amp;postID=9120016426235482840&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/9120016426235482840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/9120016426235482840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#9120016426235482840' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513404713528263425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SHldtg0yMNI/AAAAAAAAAPM/3H1ZTZIeW-I/S220/139136daa94843d69103e9dd23f2b33e.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SVufBXGW0mI/AAAAAAAAApA/0zQcCn-GxbI/s72-c/New_Year10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080181054843063133.post-1319534552653885620</id><published>2008-12-23T02:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T11:12:02.257+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YET ANOTHER LOADSHEDDING SCHEDULE'/><title type='text'>YET ANOTHER LOADSHEDDING SCHEDULE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SU_bOQqgeMI/AAAAAAAAAow/avxwfFSEMI8/s1600-h/loadshedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 342px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SU_bOQqgeMI/AAAAAAAAAow/avxwfFSEMI8/s320/loadshedding.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282681925966788802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             I wasn’t aware of it till I heard the news about the enforcement of the news about load shedding schedule in BBC (yes it was on BBC headline) 70 hrs a week which was exactly double of what Nepali were experiencing for the time being. The valley will have the electricity cut off 62 hrs a weeks and the rest 70 hrs. till then I didn’t know about NEA( Nepal electricity Authority), so called only government institution making maximum profit, has been running on debt for few years. Good news to NOC (Nepal Oil Corporation); you have got a company! LOL!! The new load shedding schedule seems to have made everyone busy except me hehe. School and college seems to have been busy rescheduling the practical classes and labs, teachers teaching through projectors seem to have been busy rescheduling their classes, housewives busy on rescheduling their cooking hours while I am happy on getting extra hour of my tight hug of my favorite pillow under my nice blankets in the cold morning. Hehe. You don’t need to tell me I am lazy because I already know that but I guess you really need to let NEA know theat. While designing electricity demand few years or decades back they must have forecasted what present demand would be. They seem to have done nothing though they know the production was going to be insufficient. Or may be the government don’t let them do anything I don’t know what’s the reason. But I guess someone has defeated me in laziness. LOL!! To be honest I have nothing to lose due to this load shedding. I get to sleep 7pm in the evening, eat my dinner as early as 6:45; don’t have to wake up before 8 in the morning. Even my love of listening music, need not to be sacrificed due to the help of Chinese products. I just need to make sure they are charged as the light comes. You might be thinking how I am going to write my posting with no electricity right? To be honest it has done much more help. I write them up in my cell phone before I type in my pc. All I miss is reading my Novel “Lucky” by Alice Sebold which I have been trying to finish for abut a week. But I wish my country doesn’t sleep just like me or what’s going to happen to 22 million  people except me hehe. For me it’s ok but you can’t go after the benefit of a single person in a republican country like Nepal can u? LOL! I heard Nepal is going after the thermal plant to fulfill the present additional demand but I didn’t find what’s fascinating about it in spite of all the engineers’ disagreement about the decision! Might the government is fascinated about the decrease in price of petroleum products on which everyone’s sure WONT LAST FOR LONG! Or may be the government is just trying to save NEA though it has to sacrifice NOC. I feel it more like replacing the right hand from being eaten by the machine by the right one.  Or who knows government is more interested in the rate of Rs. 30 or even more per unit after the production which would definitely be a great revenue ;) what I am worried about is how it will make people willing to pay Rs 30/unit when they are already thinking Rs 7/unit is an expensive price to pay. Government must believe in the line “with poverty line of 30.9% (2001), Nepal is poor but its people are still rich”. With every engineers and technician stating the approach towards thermal plant isn’t feasible, it would still be wrong to say the government is deaf if it don’t take the advice. Because it’s not deaf but dead sleeping as it has been for the past few years. I am sorry to say though being the student of engineering I can’t forecast how long would it be sleeping. ;)&lt;br /&gt;The government is planning to keep the thermal plant just as an alternative or more like a supplement which would be used for temporary period of time. But it’s found to be easier and economical to import electricity from India. Also it would take more than a year to install and start generating electricity from thermal plant while importing could just be done in couple of months. So why not go for the option two? Is it because the government is too much embarrassed to ask India just like me feeling difficult to ask question in the class with a thought what lecturer might think about me when every other student have understood? I do dare to ask question sometimes which makes me better than government. Hehe. Yes I am because at least I do wake up before 8am because I don’t want to be late for my class unlike government which is dead asleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080181054843063133-1319534552653885620?l=ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1319534552653885620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080181054843063133&amp;postID=1319534552653885620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/1319534552653885620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/1319534552653885620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/2008_12_23_archive.html#1319534552653885620' title='YET ANOTHER LOADSHEDDING SCHEDULE'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513404713528263425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SHldtg0yMNI/AAAAAAAAAPM/3H1ZTZIeW-I/S220/139136daa94843d69103e9dd23f2b33e.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SU_bOQqgeMI/AAAAAAAAAow/avxwfFSEMI8/s72-c/loadshedding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080181054843063133.post-2019456083350495923</id><published>2008-12-21T23:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T11:40:16.373+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ENVIRONMENTAL PROBLEM IN NEPAL AND KTM VALLEY'/><title type='text'>ENVIRONMENTAL PROBLEM IN NEPAL AND KTM VALLEY</title><content type='html'>Growing urbanization in the city, population growth, unhampered and poorly planned land development and insufficient coordination among government agencies as major causes of environmental deterioration as stated in the report presented by Kathmandu Valley Environmental Outlook released 25 January 2007 during the 10th Governing Council Meeting and Silver Jubilee of the South Asia Cooperative Environment Programme (SACEP).  The main problem of KTM valley is the rapid urban growth, haphazard development, lack of access, traffic congestion, and deficiency of infrastructure and general lack of planning. The environment problem in Kathmandu valley is seen in all physical landscape and urban living: Land, water, air, noise. These problems are not only mutually exclusive but also combine together to give even worst effect on negative impact on environment and quality of life.&lt;br /&gt;Environmental challenges and their causes in KTM valley and Nepal as a whole:&lt;br /&gt;Solid waste and wastewater management are mentioned as two of the most critical environmental problems facing the Valley. "Managing solid waste and wastewater in Kathmandu has become a daunting task as urban areas have grown haphazardly without provisions or plans for appropriate infrastructure and services in these sectors," the by Kathmandu Valley Environmental Outlook report states. Other environmental problems highlighted include poor air quality and traffic management, unplanned settlement, degradation of water resources, and weak disaster preparedness. The environmental problem can be listed as below&lt;br /&gt;: Land Pollution:&lt;br /&gt;The main reason for the Land pollution in the KTM valley is due to the lack of solid waste management. The land pollution can be seen in the valley from the evident in the heaps of uncollected solid waste, illegal dump sites, open landfills, and exposed human and animal excreta in the streets. The most common sight in the KTM valley is the open latrines. Even though some of the business groups have tried to dispose their wastage through organized group the absence of proper landfill facilities, the debris has always created a problem for the proper disposal of wastes and which are ultimately end up on land or in water sources like river and ponds.&lt;br /&gt;Water Pollution:&lt;br /&gt;Surface water in KTM valley is severely polluted by the industrial effluence, waste dumping and the discharge of untreated sewage for residents. It is worth to be noted here that the small and mini scaled industries produce more waste than the large scaled industries in compared to the waste created per unit. Lack of proper sanitation and drainage in urban and rural areas has also resulted in dumping of sewage and garbage into the rivers. In most cases, the drainage system, which was designed for storm water only, is being used as a sewer; and the sewage directly flows into the river without any treatment.&lt;br /&gt;The seepage from the septic tanks contaminated ground water in most of the urban areas. The fact tells that virtually all the Kathmandu homeowners build private septic tanks in their generally tiny land plots- often covering just 60 square meters- without sufficient room for soak pits. The still toxic semi- treated effluent from the tank cannot find adequate area for dissipation and concentrates in the residential yards.&lt;br /&gt;Similarly the water provided to the people through the supply pipes are itself not good for health. Primarily the intake storage itself is contaminated and secondly the intermitted supply through the pipe creates suction inside the pipe creating the possibility for the underground and the leaked sewage get mixed into the supplied water wherever possible. Empirical studies of drinking water throughout  Nepal have found that the fecal coliform contamination in the water consistently exceeds WHO guidelines for water considered fit for human consumption. According to the same study, the laboratory analysis of tap water from representative locations of the KTM urban area disclosed that almost 90% of the sample was importable.&lt;br /&gt;Air Pollution:&lt;br /&gt;Air pollution is becoming a significant problem in urban areas in Nepal, particularly in the bigger cities. Kathmandu Valley is particularly vulnerable to air pollution because of its bowl-shaped topography which restricts air movement.&lt;br /&gt;Rapid urbanization, poor transport management and maintenance is leading to deteriorating air quality in the Kathmandu Valley, where population more than doubled between 1995-96 and 2003-2004, the report Kathmandu Valley Environmental Outlook said. Vehicular emissions were cited as a primary cause. According to the report, exhaust fumes increased by four times between 1993 and 2001 and PM10 concentration tripled over the past decade. Around 1,600 premature deaths yearly are attributed to poor air quality and health costs reached 210 million rupees (close to US$3 million) in 1990. Availability of agricultural land is also being hampered by increasing urbanization, the report said. Between 1984 and 2000, agricultural land in the valley decreased from 62% to 42%. "If this trend continues, by 2025 there will be no agricultural fields left in this once fertile valley," the report says.&lt;br /&gt;Noise Pollution:&lt;br /&gt;Outdated vehicular engines, increased air traffic at Tribhuvan International Airport (TIA) and the siting of industries near residential premises are fast turning noise pollution into a major problem in urban Kathmandu. Weak transportation planning and virtual lack of traffic discipline on the apart of the drivers result in near continuous sounding of horns in the streets of Kathmandu.&lt;br /&gt;There are many reasons for the growth of noise pollution from aircraft in KTM valley. Firstly TIA is located in close proximity to the centers of population. Secondly there is the rapid grow in air crafts and thirdly the physiographic configuration of the valley limits choice of flight paths for the air crafts. Outgoing jet planes must circle mountains of KTM valley. Incoming jet planes also circle the valley before landing.&lt;br /&gt;While the growth in trade and tourism has created jobs and improved living standards, development in the last 30 years has created several physical, social, and environmental problems in Kathmandu. The fragile ecosystem is affected severely by uncurbed building and incompatible economic activities.&lt;br /&gt;"Institutional weaknesses in managing urban development have resulted in haphazard growth, manifested in unplanned settlements, increase in vehicular emissions, polluting industries in or near urban areas, traffic congestion, and poor waste management. Kathmandu will continue to grow in future and, if rational planning and development strategies are not formulated, its growth will become a nightmare in the environmental sense," the report adds.&lt;br /&gt;Deficiencies:&lt;br /&gt;None of the big parties who fought the last general elections made environment an explicit agenda and those who did didn’t stand on what they said about launching the programmes like providing access to clean drinking water, and improving health standard. Environmental issues have not been treated as a separate package.&lt;br /&gt;The major handicap with Nepal in environmental protection is that it has very weak institutional setup and therefore monitoring of environmental impacts and enforcement of regulations are nowhere to be seen. Worse, environmental rules, regulations, standards are in the initial state of formulation and enforcement. The only standards that are in practice for some years are vehicular emission standards. But monitoring of vehicles emissions is so weak that such provision has not stopped polluting vehicles yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recommendations&lt;br /&gt;Improved planning and zoning, land pooling, better solid waste management, rainwater harvesting, a variety of infrastructural and technical measures and vastly improved coordination and enforcement can be some of the meditative measure that can be applied to control the growing environmental problem of KTM and Nepal as a whole. Community mobilization was also cited as critical to achieving these goals, particularly in an area that is prone to natural disasters.&lt;br /&gt;Kathmandu Metropolitan City (KMC) is committed to address the mounting challenges of urbanization; its impact on the environment, society and economy and take a leading role in promoting environmental stewardship building mutual support and cooperation with cities in Asia Pacific region. As concrete demonstration of this commitment, by the year 2010, KMC will:&lt;br /&gt;(1)    Improve transportation and waste collection system;&lt;br /&gt;(2)    Select and construct more transfer stations and landfill site;&lt;br /&gt;(3)    Promote public participation and behavioral change by establishing more nature clubs, training programs and regular integrations with locals;&lt;br /&gt;(4)    Conduct media campaign for waste segregation at source&lt;br /&gt;(5)     Lobby tax exception for material recycling;&lt;br /&gt;(6)    Manage and implement community-based clean up programs such as street clean-up, community parks, historical places and temples and river clean up programs;&lt;br /&gt;(7)    Promote household composting programs by providing compost bins and bags at 45% subsidy rate;&lt;br /&gt;(8)    Co-operate with central government to precede establishment of long-term landfill site;&lt;br /&gt;(9)    Expand more community-based recycling center and medium scale vermi-composting;&lt;br /&gt;(10)    Promote biogas technology from vegetable waste and night soil waste;&lt;br /&gt;(11)    Mobilize school children and local communities for environmental activities;&lt;br /&gt;(12)    Provide training and assistance to community groups interested in environmental protection;&lt;br /&gt;(13)    Mobilize youth city volunteers as a linkage between KMC and citizens in environmental campaign;&lt;br /&gt;(14)    Assist locals in marketing recycled products and provide a forum for recycling industries to display a raising of public awareness programs through mass media such as message board, exhibition, metro FM and national televising to promote their products;&lt;br /&gt;(15)     Implement Kathmandu Metropolitan City's (KMC) Public-Private-Partnership guidelines;&lt;br /&gt;(16)     Prepare the Rain Water Harvesting (RWH) Bi-laws in partnership with UN-Habitat and a local    NGO;&lt;br /&gt;(17)      Enforce sanitation bi-laws.&lt;br /&gt;(Collected from http://kitakyushu.iges.or.jp/cities/cities/kathmandu.html)&lt;br /&gt;If the above plans made by KMC are met on time, there would be no doubt that the environmental pollution will not only be decreased but also removed to a greater extend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080181054843063133-2019456083350495923?l=ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2019456083350495923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080181054843063133&amp;postID=2019456083350495923&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/2019456083350495923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/2019456083350495923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/2008_12_21_archive.html#2019456083350495923' title='ENVIRONMENTAL PROBLEM IN NEPAL AND KTM VALLEY'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513404713528263425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SHldtg0yMNI/AAAAAAAAAPM/3H1ZTZIeW-I/S220/139136daa94843d69103e9dd23f2b33e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080181054843063133.post-6127040257675864215</id><published>2008-12-20T00:25:00.040+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T11:36:46.814+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LAST DAY IN THE HEAVY LAB'/><title type='text'>LAST DAY IN THE HEAVY LAB</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the memory of the day we had conducting our hydro power practicals which turn out more like a photography than the real practical. hehe. we were trying out the most unique and the new pose for the pictures to be taken by our friend. May be we had that fun because its the last day for us to enter into the heavy lab or may be the added loadshedding gave us the golden change. lol. No any thanks to the loadshedding because it forced us to finish the four week practical in a single day. but no one would deny it wasnt a fun. so here we are busy to take pictures rather than getting busy in reading the experiment datas. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SUvNtZU5lpI/AAAAAAAAAoo/iZ2XX-Mz8BY/s1600-h/DSC00120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SUvNtZU5lpI/AAAAAAAAAoo/iZ2XX-Mz8BY/s320/DSC00120.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281541167798392466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Sorry Rahika your picture is the first one to start with though it was the last oneI uploaded. I didn't know also follows 'the last in first out' system. If anyone wondering what she is doing I bet I don't know lol because I didn't pay attention to that practical. As far as i know it is the most time consuming practical of three and named "reciprocating pump". Guys my apologies if I am mistaken. Good going Prajapati....... hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SUvNmdGDzdI/AAAAAAAAAog/dqpFFFylGvk/s1600-h/DSC00118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SUvNmdGDzdI/AAAAAAAAAog/dqpFFFylGvk/s320/DSC00118.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281541048550804946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here comes my best friend Rabin Maharjan, a very good friend and the most helping friend you can even get in this whole world. Do you realy believe me??? hahahahahahha. Hey man you can't make me jealous anymore! sorry for others who don't understand what I am saying. its kinda secret between Rabin me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SUvNaC3r-4I/AAAAAAAAAoY/1AC23LaMd4k/s1600-h/DSC00119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SUvNaC3r-4I/AAAAAAAAAoY/1AC23LaMd4k/s320/DSC00119.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281540835352771458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of try to focus the one and only guy in whole pulchowk campus who has a lot of girlfriends in though he never proposed.hehe Tell you what he falls in love with every beautiful girl the very first time he sees her but the tragedy is its only upto him! can anyone spot the guy??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SUvNTdTg-mI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/6dg9SivvpFk/s1600-h/DSC00117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SUvNTdTg-mI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/6dg9SivvpFk/s320/DSC00117.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281540722189728354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't think I have to tell anything about this guy! trying to take the attendence? definately not just checking out if I was marked absent in the previous practical class!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SUvNKnxgR2I/AAAAAAAAAoI/Uno2uPxxG8M/s1600-h/DSC00115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SUvNKnxgR2I/AAAAAAAAAoI/Uno2uPxxG8M/s320/DSC00115.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281540570381043554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Rohan in his new Jacket. just because you bought your Jacket at the lower price than Pankaj doesn't mean that the shopkeeper didn't cheat on you. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SUvNDWWViCI/AAAAAAAAAoA/fYQdeYlKMWQ/s1600-h/DSC00114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SUvNDWWViCI/AAAAAAAAAoA/fYQdeYlKMWQ/s320/DSC00114.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281540445444605986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                             PLEASE DO NOT TOUCH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SUvM7-M8-7I/AAAAAAAAAn4/_KY13Sqqk_Q/s1600-h/DSC00113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SUvM7-M8-7I/AAAAAAAAAn4/_KY13Sqqk_Q/s320/DSC00113.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281540318703713202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;WOW!  that was a cute smile Rohit. and I must say your mobile has a damn good camera. coz of you this could happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SUvM0j90mrI/AAAAAAAAAnw/XgANka5Py-Y/s1600-h/DSC00112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SUvM0j90mrI/AAAAAAAAAnw/XgANka5Py-Y/s320/DSC00112.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281540191401843378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   This is little bid dark because of the anti light. but i must say the pose is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SUvMtGRIMHI/AAAAAAAAAno/rG-HkKRjfgQ/s1600-h/DSC00111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SUvMtGRIMHI/AAAAAAAAAno/rG-HkKRjfgQ/s320/DSC00111.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281540063170670706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;        I can hardly figure it out what i was doing this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SUvMimmUe-I/AAAAAAAAAng/1IVbfbAfBys/s1600-h/DSC00110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SUvMimmUe-I/AAAAAAAAAng/1IVbfbAfBys/s320/DSC00110.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281539882870930402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hey you remind of my uncle who took the picture in the same pose when he visited hongkong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SUvMYHcgqPI/AAAAAAAAAnY/UQFl-eyvhKg/s1600-h/DSC00109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SUvMYHcgqPI/AAAAAAAAAnY/UQFl-eyvhKg/s320/DSC00109.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281539702709594354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some one is looking cute. I must say this or she will kill me hahaha. She is a tom boy of my Project and that's why I never felt there is a girl in our team. we four boys right Sabina?? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SUvMR-AnvQI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/SpRH5w3baV0/s1600-h/DSC00108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SUvMR-AnvQI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/SpRH5w3baV0/s320/DSC00108.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281539597097483522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rohit knows how to give a different pose in every picture. The guy who loves travelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SUvMJszJayI/AAAAAAAAAnI/Vn76cqfKKHs/s1600-h/DSC00107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SUvMJszJayI/AAAAAAAAAnI/Vn76cqfKKHs/s320/DSC00107.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281539455038614306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you all are wondering what's the pipe at the side of my picture well its a draft tube of a Francis trubine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SUvMCijJsaI/AAAAAAAAAnA/FCWv6RuuVJI/s1600-h/DSC00106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SUvMCijJsaI/AAAAAAAAAnA/FCWv6RuuVJI/s320/DSC00106.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281539332028084642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hey that's a copyrighted pose Rohan. and everyone looking great at the side of this turbine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SUvLwqfQzOI/AAAAAAAAAm4/U1hZp1GeCgY/s1600-h/DSC00105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SUvLwqfQzOI/AAAAAAAAAm4/U1hZp1GeCgY/s320/DSC00105.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281539024921611490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If anyone of you thinking the left V-symboled hand on the top of Sabina's head is mine then you all are wrong. I think its Ravi whoelse could be more mishchievous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SUvLp37FD3I/AAAAAAAAAmw/GwovyIgo6Ug/s1600-h/DSC00104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SUvLp37FD3I/AAAAAAAAAmw/GwovyIgo6Ug/s320/DSC00104.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281538908268859250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do you think I am trying to teach Sabina about the Pelton wheel turbine? If so then you are all wrong. we are just in the pose to take the picture hhehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SUvLiycNmLI/AAAAAAAAAmo/7IPsOSMxzcM/s1600-h/DSC00103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SUvLiycNmLI/AAAAAAAAAmo/7IPsOSMxzcM/s320/DSC00103.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281538786538133682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Improperly taken picture. Rohit is going to be a bad photographer! hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SUvLdREtiQI/AAAAAAAAAmg/BDF1NhYWdJw/s1600-h/DSC00102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SUvLdREtiQI/AAAAAAAAAmg/BDF1NhYWdJw/s320/DSC00102.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281538691681847554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is one more unique pose by Mr Rohit Thapa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SUvLXWkJWsI/AAAAAAAAAmY/v-rpm-Dl4Uw/s1600-h/DSC00100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SUvLXWkJWsI/AAAAAAAAAmY/v-rpm-Dl4Uw/s320/DSC00100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281538590076656322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At last ofcourse it's the picuture of Jet of water hitting the weels of pelton turbine forcing it to turn and produce electricity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080181054843063133-6127040257675864215?l=ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6127040257675864215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080181054843063133&amp;postID=6127040257675864215&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/6127040257675864215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/6127040257675864215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/2008_12_20_archive.html#6127040257675864215' title='LAST DAY IN THE HEAVY LAB'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513404713528263425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SHldtg0yMNI/AAAAAAAAAPM/3H1ZTZIeW-I/S220/139136daa94843d69103e9dd23f2b33e.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SUvNtZU5lpI/AAAAAAAAAoo/iZ2XX-Mz8BY/s72-c/DSC00120.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080181054843063133.post-8568428123923339821</id><published>2008-12-20T00:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T10:50:46.634+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A MAN OF QUESTIONS'/><title type='text'>A MAN OF QUESTION!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What’s wrong with me? Can anyone please tell me what is wrong with me? Why I have so many questions yet so little answers? Why things bother me so much when I know they don’t mean a thing? Why am I so carried away though I know what I am worried about is just a waste of time? Hwy everything isn’t what it seem to be? Why sometimes I am feel so much pain inside and yet can’t cry? And even if I did why cant it wash away all my pains along with it? Why a person who loves to be alone has to turn on a loud music just to create an illusion that he is not alone? Why my mind argues with me so loud when its dead silence around? What is the reason for my eyes to want to close when I am in light and to want to open when I am in dark? Why sometimes my heart pounds so heavily that I feel like it would burst my ears even though I am not horny? Why can’t I see the things except what it is? Why do I always have to keep trying to fit in? Why, even though I laugh so much couldn’t find the touch of happiness inside me? Why do I make fun with everyone instantly and drown into the loneliness in a minute? Why I am mad at someone on missing to figure out what my action has to say though I wish not to be found out? Why it always needed words to explain our feelings and what if we have no words?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;"&gt;There are a lot of things which words can’t define who will help me out if I needed to explain one of it? I have so many plans in my life and also so much of time? And later why I am always out of time? Why I am always trying to make things right when they are right already? What makes me think I am a hero or savior when I can’t save myself? Why don’t my senses respond when its time to do the right thing? Just like in my favorite Korean movies why I am all awaited with all my heart and soul for my first kiss- For the first touch of someone’s lips on mine? What’s so special about tasting someone’s lips anyway? Lol!! What has been keeping my hope alive about someone waiting so far from me to be touched, kissed and loved only by me? Don’t tell me it’s just a dream what if its? Where is the shade when I am all alone walking under the scorching sun? Whey isn’t the sadness flushed away although I am drenched in rain? Why I am always lied? Why can’t they tell me the truth even though how terrible it makes me feel? I would want to get hurt rather than living in a lie so who s going to tell me? Why do people find me so interesting and so boring after sometimes? Is it because they expect a lot from me? I don’t tell them I am very interesting then why do they judge me from the very start? I don’t even tell them that I am going to be the most boring person after sometimes is that the reason?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;"&gt;Why such a simple thing gets so complicated for me to understand sometimes? Why my life has to be such a higher degree equation instead of a linear one? But I bet everyone wants to have the same one then what would distinguish them for one another? Why are our few wishes always circum-circled by loads of consequences? When will I be able to make my own decision for my own sake and not for god sake? Why I am so scared of myself sometimes that I have to go on a long run? Isn’t it crazy that people would choose to die just to know if others care about him when he won’t even be alive to see it? Or am I not crazy myself taking with myself within the four walls of my room? Does it hurt you too when you are alone or when you don’t get what you want or when you feel no one cares about you? Can I search for my Santa even though I am not a Christian? What are the things that determine how important you are? Have you even felt you can’t see although your vision is so acute? Do your ears also want to hear Her own selected things? Have you ever wished to go to bed and never woke up again or ever woke up and wished to never go to sleep?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080181054843063133-8568428123923339821?l=ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8568428123923339821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080181054843063133&amp;postID=8568428123923339821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/8568428123923339821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/8568428123923339821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/2008_12_20_archive.html#8568428123923339821' title='A MAN OF QUESTION!!'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513404713528263425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SHldtg0yMNI/AAAAAAAAAPM/3H1ZTZIeW-I/S220/139136daa94843d69103e9dd23f2b33e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080181054843063133.post-3929212255539415706</id><published>2008-11-26T23:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T11:39:47.405+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IF U WANA KNOW HW MUCH I MISS U'/><title type='text'>IF U WANA KNOW HW MUCH I MISS U!!!</title><content type='html'>Most of the mornings –wake up at 5 am or sometimes even early just to let know if you are online. Mixed reaction in my mind- about what I am going to say if you are there and what I am going to do if you are not there. Log in - wishing that you be there. My heartbeat speeds up with the moving dots of downloading contact lists. With the information about the available stuff in mig33 store, “my heart” pauses - My thumb- anxious to press ‘continue’. You are not there. “My heart” stops and “my mind” takes over. “Must have been very tired last night that’s why - should be in deep sleep.”- “my mind” searches twice for the reason to stay online and with the hope that you will pop-out anytime I keep myself away and lay in my bed. After a couple of minutes “my mind” argues to log out. 7 am in the morning- “my heart” tells me someone is waiting for me. “It’s your illusion”- “my mind” denies but doesn’t want to enter into an argument and hence orders my fingers to log in to prove that “my heart” was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;“My heart” –sad thinking about “my mind” would again take over if what she felt was wrong and that’s what happened. “My heart” still has a hope and asks “my mind” to wait –open ears – so as to hear the &lt;ding&gt; &lt;ding&gt;when I get a text. “Must have waken up and in the shower may be or preparing lunch” – “my mind” explains. “My heart” satisfied with the explanation and wishes to disappear before anyone else texts me. “ Must be busy with the house work-cooking- cleaning- and serving and eating self-then shower-and everything”- “My mind” explaining every possible reason to pacify my heart. Time for me to wake up- breakfast- and everything. Around 10 or 11 “my heart” breaks the ice - again hearing the alarm that someone is waiting for me. Helplessly "my mind" pushes the button and log in. "my heart" - trying to smile and sad at the same time - keeps. Her fingers - crossed hoping something to happen- asked “my mind” not to order to the fingers quickly but rather unfold the suspense slowly. Once again, its time for “my mind” to take over. “Don’t say you forgot that she takes a nap after her house work coz she gets tired”- if its Saturday and Sunday or- “she must be working you know- you can’t expect everyone has nothing to do just like yourself” if its other than the national holidays- “my mind” throws pitchy words this time to convince “my heart” which She couldn’t believe though heard it precisely. Some days the pessimism of "my heart" fills with rage to "my mind"’s comment and then demands to log out instantly arguing back; but most of the times she swallows it quietly and stays online.&lt;br /&gt;2 pm in the after noon- “my heart” pushes “my mind” to order my fingers to log in again. Log in again to see the same- Couldn’t find the one who She is looking for. “Its time to pick up the kidz” “my mind” remembers the schedule and “my heart”- satisfied once more. If it was the day except Friday and Sunday then no explanation required because the reason was of course work. There was no point in waiting. “My heart” steps back as She knows after work it’s shower time and then cooking dinner. And by the time dinner is over, it would already be 8 pm or more. But there is still a ray of hope. “My heart”- optimistic than ever- wants to log in again around 7 and She finds the same result. “kidz need sometimes with the mother”-“my mind” argues with the best logic. With the appraisal to “my mind” “my heart” waits and it doesn’t last long as dc ends everything. She tries to come back again but dc and dc and dc. Now She doesn’t have an enthusiasm to log in again- gives up – calm- sad – depressed but still breathing. “My mind” cheers Her up telling Her its Her time after kidz. Due to which She logs in again at 9 or 10 hoping at least to say goodnight or if not; leave a mail. As She is in – find no one and sits down to write mail – She could think of nothing else but the same loneliness feelings which She doesn’t prefer to write coz that’s not what someone wants to read.” My heart” goes numb though has a lot of things to say but doesn’t utter a word. Sometimes even after writing a page, She orders to delete and sometimes while searching for the words that describe just the opposite of what I am feeling; dc over rules. Lately most of the time “my mind” hides its words and eyes helplessly stared at the cell phone all vacant. After the lights are out, there would be a tug of war between “my mind” and “my heart”. My body lies on the bed, sometimes, all wasted like it has been raped or a bliss less creature searching for the next body to stick together, the other times. My hand - to feel the heavenly touch-my lips to get blessed by the magnetic kisses and my ear to hear those three magical words. Hour turns into days - days into week – my wish still unfulfilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont tell me I am not crazy coz i know I am and dont think that i miss you alot its just I think about you alot!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to let you know – my heart started it with a rage and ended it with pleasure if you know what I mean.&lt;/ding&gt;&lt;/ding&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080181054843063133-3929212255539415706?l=ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3929212255539415706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080181054843063133&amp;postID=3929212255539415706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/3929212255539415706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/3929212255539415706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/2008_11_26_archive.html#3929212255539415706' title='IF U WANA KNOW HW MUCH I MISS U!!!'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513404713528263425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SHldtg0yMNI/AAAAAAAAAPM/3H1ZTZIeW-I/S220/139136daa94843d69103e9dd23f2b33e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080181054843063133.post-6407573255293174805</id><published>2008-11-22T10:43:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T11:34:42.058+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOST MEMORY'/><title type='text'>LOST MEMORY</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The following is the paragraph that i wrote when my cousin was getting married 20th april.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Going through the pages, one may find more blanks than those filled with the inks. Might it be my laziness or something else, I have this habit of keeping my works for tomorrow. And when they get piled up, my days would be in rush hour. This page was my target of yesterday but when I went to bed I forget everything except the sleep. Due to these frequent bands and curfew orders (today it is imposed curfew from 2 am in the morning till 8pm in the evening), I am forgetting my duties. My exam has been postponed to an indefinite time and so is my future. I am not, here, going to describe about the present situation of Nepal, there are certain things which I discovered yesterday. ‘I realized’ would be the proper phrase than I discovered.&lt;br /&gt;It’s my cousin (maternal uncle’s daughter) who is getting married in nine days. This means, I would be the one who would be excited because I haven’t seen marriage as closely as I would do now. When I heard the news, I was overjoyed and thought of the day I would be having fun. The word ‘marriage’ made me think about the fun, laughter and happiness and many other things that brings smile on everyone’s face. This was only my thought which can rarely become reality. Yes, this particular day, I realized, once more I want to repeat this word, yes, I realized why a line is drawn between men and women in my society.&lt;br /&gt;As I reached my uncle’s house there were the relatives gathering talking about the expenses and invitations that ought to be sent. They were estimating every minor event from cocktail to feast. They were calculating and recalculating. Everyone came up with their kind of ideas, some accepted and some denied. One of them remarked the greatest problem would be to serve than organization of feast. I disagreed but not utter a word. His work was to serve so he might have felt it the greatest problem. Everyone feels his/her part of work a giant elephant. The expenses went sky-rocketing due to the price hike on each material. After the estimation, there was a complete silence. I saw every face tired and exhausted before the real work. I felt as if I was there to mourn on someone’s death so I moved on to the T.V. room.&lt;br /&gt;Everything is materialized here. It’s said that money can’t buy happiness but this day proved to me that happiness looses its charm without money. Money is the ultimate power which mightn’t buy happiness but can surely buy the means to be happy. The happiest moment, I thought about the marriage of my cousin, would have been ruined if the family hadn’t been able to expense money.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here are the memory caught in camera of that lovely moments. The prettiest bride I have ever seem.:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271308463654246962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SSdzHn2fGjI/AAAAAAAAAl4/MTI_gIV0_xc/s320/cap052.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The groom is applying the sacred colour "sindur" along parted hair lines of bride:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The bride and Groom exchanging the ring:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271309889541542258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SSd0ansgkXI/AAAAAAAAAmA/59rQlsTgvP8/s320/cap046.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The groom is applying the sacred colour "sindur" along parted hair lines of bride:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271312635885334866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SSd26en5MVI/AAAAAAAAAmI/ujNaKVcycpM/s320/cap044.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Groom giving bride a necklace- a promise to be with her for ever:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271313931357846130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SSd4F4om-nI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/y7floWEVF7A/s320/cap045.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080181054843063133-6407573255293174805?l=ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6407573255293174805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080181054843063133&amp;postID=6407573255293174805&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/6407573255293174805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/6407573255293174805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/2008_11_22_archive.html#6407573255293174805' title='LOST MEMORY'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513404713528263425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SHldtg0yMNI/AAAAAAAAAPM/3H1ZTZIeW-I/S220/139136daa94843d69103e9dd23f2b33e.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SSdzHn2fGjI/AAAAAAAAAl4/MTI_gIV0_xc/s72-c/cap052.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080181054843063133.post-4435910464123162142</id><published>2008-11-14T18:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T11:33:56.644+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WHAT A DAY I&apos;M HAVING'/><title type='text'>WHAT A DAY I'M HAVING!!</title><content type='html'>10th November. Yesterday I had a wonderful night. It was so great probably better than making out with someone lol!! I didn’t sleep for more than three hours but I didn’t have a hang over in the morning. But to let me know there is calmness before every storm god had planned something fro me this day. I, unaware of how my day is going to turn out to be, had an enthusiastic start of –typing what I have written in my paper for my assignment.. I had planned everything by the way. Will finish typing by eight have it sent to pen drive and the only thing would remain is print it and submit it to the teacher that’s of course I am going to do in college. Everything was going perfect and as per my schedule in fact I finish it before eight, word count showed it within 1000 words excellent ; increasing more might not have been a problem what more could I ask for. I saved my assignment and I am happy that I finished it but it didn’t last long. As I inserted pen drive in USB port my pc freeze and so does my happiness.  But wait a minute- the mouse and keyboard are still working. You can’t ruin my day- May be my pc needs sometime or just toying around with me. Better be working quick or get ready to get smacked!! Oh I forgot to stop scanning by Symantec that I just updated. But what's this. it’s detecting virus in system32. But why this antivirus does have problem when I don’t mind how many virus my pc has. I wish it could understand my feelings that I am in the middle of something. I have an important assignment to print and submit. Kaspersky has been giving trouble fro past few days. Every time I open the internet it says that kaspersky is blacklisted version. Yes! The very great anti virus that I have been seeing on most of the hoarding boards of KTM city. That’s why it’s on sale for such a minimum price. Oh boy!! What am I going to do now? I am not giving up that fast. Let’s see who is smarter me or u (my pc). I have an idea!! If I turn off my pc and then open it again it, it will be normal. Why not give it a shot? So I turn off my pc. When I started it again it didn’t. What happens when a monkey tries to outsmart? Gets his nuts cut!!! Damn it. My pc has never helped me when I am in need so why would it this time? I tried every way out- switched on and off for more than 10 times, remove n replacing RAM but all in vain. My bro was already out so there’s no one handy. I felt like kicking CPU and I would if I hadn’t loved her. Guess she doesn’t love me as much as I do. I left her naked didn’t even want to put on the side cover or casing whatever its called  as I was getting late to catch my college bus.&lt;br /&gt;               The bus was supposed to arrive 15 minutes early to avoid daily traffic during office hour. I was in hurry and hungry as well so get myself a big plate but didn’t eat the lunch more than half of it. Its not because I didn’t want to eat but because the food had no taste. I and my bro have been leaving our plate half untouched for two weeks just to let my mom know that she is not cooking well but she didn’t seem to show any attention about why her kids are not eating whatever she cooked. May be she is busy with something else, I didn’t know, or may be she don’t understand what we are trying to tell her though our action or I should have used my words to tell her. But I would rather not tell her and eat out. Don't want to break her heart hehe!! And she is happy she doesn’t need to cook lol. I don’t want to let her know coz its better if she knows by herself-Can’t ask anyone to do things for me hehe. I just want her to want to do things. Stupid huh I don't know hehe Anyway by the time I reached my station I could find none of my bus mates. Have I just missed the bus? I was just early. My friend came later and together we waited. Unfortunately the bus didn’t come today and we had to board local bus. Not a big deal but when It stopped after 30 min in the middle of huge line, we were forced to get off and walk then. What a day I am having? Actually we got a vehicle that took us our college though I am already half an hour late. But its ok I'm used to it. Can’t complain the city traffic!&lt;br /&gt;               The deadline for the submission of assignment was shifted till Sunday at least that was good news. By the time I travelled a long distance from home to college, my common cold virus had travelled short distance from my nose to throat. It Seems like I got a passive virus but not anymore. It started attacking my esophagus making it itchy and here I stated coughing whole day. My body started responding and every time I cough I felt like my diaphragm is out. I spent a day just like an 80 years old man coughing to death. My eyes show me as if I have been sleeping whole day or as though I overslept. I looked so damn messy that’s really embarrassing. In the class I took the seat towards north so as to keep myself near to sunlight. During whole lecture 50% of my attention was to control the cough. My face some how red because of cough and all I wanted was to get home have medicine and just go to sleep. And I did get home with a little struggle inside the bus but that’s the part of my life- till I'm here I can’t escape from it. I had my dinner early this time I ate a lot and didn’t throw a single grain because I was very hungry. After that all I remembered was me collapsing into my bed. End of my bad day I thought but wait a min. it hasn’t yet. I had to use internet and finish my portion of hydro power project work. Here comes again my beloved one who is just ditched me this morning. I was sure my pc isn’t going to talk to me today but to my surprise it did and asked for my password.  I logged in; all geared up for the work. My enthusiasm didn’t last long because there was no network at all. What a day!!! I informed my friend that I can’t do the work. Thank god someone else was available. Now all I wanted was to get rid of this day. By this time my bro moved into my room because his room was chilly and said he couldn’t sleep. We brought down his bed coz he knows I wont allow him to share my bed lol. That’s why he slept in his bed and me in my bed both in my room. He was invading my privacy- invading my peaceful environment to be specific. He snored the whole night as if it was his room, letting me listen to his heavy metal snore. Listening to him snore I didn’t know when I went to sleep!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080181054843063133-4435910464123162142?l=ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4435910464123162142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080181054843063133&amp;postID=4435910464123162142&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/4435910464123162142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/4435910464123162142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/2008_11_14_archive.html#4435910464123162142' title='WHAT A DAY I&apos;M HAVING!!'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513404713528263425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SHldtg0yMNI/AAAAAAAAAPM/3H1ZTZIeW-I/S220/139136daa94843d69103e9dd23f2b33e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080181054843063133.post-8572152338366500964</id><published>2008-11-14T18:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T11:33:26.464+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TECHNOLOGICAL DEVELOPMENT UNMASKS SOCIAL PROBLEMS'/><title type='text'>TECHNOLOGICAL DEVELOPMENT UNMASKS SOCIAL PROBLEMS</title><content type='html'>The term technology means the process or the art by which human beings fashion tool and machines for better control and understanding of environment so as to ease their own lives. This shows the in depth relationship between the technological development and society. It is the well known fact that the technological development is nothing but the outcome of the need of society to perform particular task. Hence it can be said that the technological development came into existence only because there are social problems. These social problems that has hindered the human lives and limited them in performing certain tasks (that were believed impossible before technological development) helps in giving birth to the new technology. The existing systems or the life styles have some limitation; some misconceptions which are to be changed for the betterment of mankind and that is how an innovation is initiated.&lt;br /&gt;           Social problem is the condition of a society which is created due to the misconception or ill information of the people living in the society that affects certain groups of the society. Most of the social problems are those which weren’t considered as a social problem in the past and it is equally likely that the situation that is acceptable now may be revealed as a social problem in future. This revelation of social problem is done by the technological development. The social problems, as we know it now, were not a social problem in the past because of the lack of knowledge and incapability in distinguishing between what is right and what is wrong. The technological development provided us light, sight and insight to observe and analysis not only the benefits of a group of people but also the cons in the lives of those suffered. A caste system in Nepal can be also the example to support what is explained above. This caste system (i.e. distinguishing a group of people from another) was imposed in Nepal in history in order to distribute the works throughout the nation so as an efficient development of the country can be achieved, people were differentiated in the name of caste as higher level or lower level and they perform the work as per their caste. This system made sure everyone has his own work according to his caste and the system was felt well till the time came when the discrimination started. The people working on low wages are then started to be seduced, misused, abuse and no longer treated as a member of society. The system originated the problem in inter caste marriage, respect on job and created a social violence. And with the technological development people started getting education and conscious about the lives they are living. The caste system that were considered best way to allocate works has now been proved to be a social problem but the irony is we still have the system of separate people in the name of caste and creed. Not only in Nepal, the segregation of people in two groups within black in Africa created a bizarre scene and mass massacre as the groupies outbreak in the name of political issues.&lt;br /&gt;           Slavery system which may either be in the form of Indians enslaved by British or Nepali enslaved by Ranas, is also social problem but till people knew how to read and write or speak for themselves it was nothing wrong to have or be a slave. Even slaves thought that its their bad omen and they might have done something wrong in the previous life which is why they are slaves in this life. But as the technological development progressed it was felt essential to abolish the slavery system. The invention of books, newspapers and knowledge of people made them realize the bad aspects of slavery system and give them positive thoughts about themselves and about what deserve. Apart from these, segregation in accordance to the sex, child labor, polygamy, alcoholism and many more are the social problems unmasked by the technological development. There was the time when women were treated as the second class of society as dominated by men, and we all must admit it still is in most of our society. Child labor wasn’t a social problem until new research show that they can adversely affect the child psychology. Polygamy is also an example of male based society, where a man can have as many wives as he wants but the present educated women can hardly tolerate it. The existence of law and order has prevented to some extent but it still can’t restrict a married man form having sex with other than his wife. Though polygamy has been considered as crime in most of the country, a married man sleeping with other women except his wife is still allowed now. This should surely be termed as a very serious social problem in future as the technological development continues. Similarly, alcoholism was an act of being social in the past which hasn’t been changed completely, is a social problem now and to some extent its control is being carried out.&lt;br /&gt;           And hence the unmasking of social problem continues as the technological development booms. Without the technological development people would still have been in dark and unknown about the situation they are living.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080181054843063133-8572152338366500964?l=ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8572152338366500964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080181054843063133&amp;postID=8572152338366500964&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/8572152338366500964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/8572152338366500964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/2008_11_14_archive.html#8572152338366500964' title='TECHNOLOGICAL DEVELOPMENT UNMASKS SOCIAL PROBLEMS'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513404713528263425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SHldtg0yMNI/AAAAAAAAAPM/3H1ZTZIeW-I/S220/139136daa94843d69103e9dd23f2b33e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080181054843063133.post-6195451270580966847</id><published>2008-10-31T22:33:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T11:32:43.782+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A SPICY hydro power FIELD VISIT'/><title type='text'>A SPICY hydro power FIELD VISIT</title><content type='html'>24th october 2008- a field visit on Naubise khola for our final year project. Tired of same field visits, walking the whole day in our empty belly which makes us so tired and worn out that we just wish it to end. Might it be the geology tour, hydrology tour or the irrigation tour. Dnt ask about the tour to a civil engineering student coz they have alot to say about it. Trust me there is no fun with that kind of tour as everyone would think they might be. But this tour was about to be different coz its not the tour sponsered by the college. Its the one we conducted for ourselves; for our own purpose. The start of the tour was just the opposite of was everyone might have thought. Travelling at the back of TATA mobile was definately a new experience for a long distance journey. who would choose to travel that way- except us lol!! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263331573992432178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SQscLiLqojI/AAAAAAAAAhY/la_t6GdeqWE/s320/DSCN8091.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The blowing hair of Sabina would tell how much fun it was to stand at the back of vehicle. hehe&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263330521489374562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SQsbORTYfWI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/mzsQQ238Efk/s320/DSCN8089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting food- meat and beaten rice.. yummy rite?? but not for that early in the morning. Can't complain coz that's the only light food available at the local hotel except vaat-seems like damn heavy to me haha &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lets start walking now. A new trekking adventure has just began but what's this?? it ended after couple of hours as our leg started paining and body started responding. As we got more and more tired, crawling was the only thing we wish to do and also the only option for the steep slopes- may be the best part about tekking.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263338173417652466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SQsiLq9QAPI/AAAAAAAAAho/-S9s-aj5k38/s320/DSCN8098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263339614619724882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SQsjfj2mbFI/AAAAAAAAAhw/9pz4BhSG3-A/s320/DSCN8096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263342571993643250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SQsmLs7fOPI/AAAAAAAAAh4/mUBkev3_-RM/s320/DSCN8102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263345093034683522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SQsoecigrII/AAAAAAAAAiA/NNcQh06etlY/s320/DSCN8103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080181054843063133-6195451270580966847?l=ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6195451270580966847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080181054843063133&amp;postID=6195451270580966847&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/6195451270580966847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/6195451270580966847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/2008_10_31_archive.html#6195451270580966847' title='A SPICY hydro power FIELD VISIT'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513404713528263425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SHldtg0yMNI/AAAAAAAAAPM/3H1ZTZIeW-I/S220/139136daa94843d69103e9dd23f2b33e.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SQscLiLqojI/AAAAAAAAAhY/la_t6GdeqWE/s72-c/DSCN8091.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080181054843063133.post-6796360935523490261</id><published>2008-10-29T16:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T11:32:15.730+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HUMAN CHARACTERISTICS AFFECTING TRAFFIC OF CITY'/><title type='text'>HUMAN CHARACTERISTICS AFFECTING TRAFFIC OF CITY</title><content type='html'>The automobile, one of the outstanding inventions of science, serves business, industry and social life as a whole for fast and easy transport of person and goods. Means of transportation has touched almost every aspect of society and therefore it’s impossible to imagine life without transportation. This is also the reason why the number of vehicles (private) is increasing in spite of alarmingly increase in daily congestion, accidents, pollution and the burning issue on scarcity of petroleum products.&lt;br /&gt;           With the increase in number of vehicles on the road, it has been a challenge for the highway engineers for the design of road and roadside structures. Observing the daily traffic jams, congestion and road accidents, it’s not only felt necessary but an immediate requirement to improve the performance of roadways or highways. But what are the factors that directly or indirectly affect their performance is the main question before answering how it can be improved. As in case of Nepal, maximum highways that might have been constructed following all the engineering procedure failed the maintenance process. In the absence of maintenance works, the useful life of pavement is drastically reduced deteriorating the pavement which ultimately results in the waste of high investment and sincere effort of engineers. If one observes closely, it would be found that the disturbance on the smooth operation of  traffic doesn’t relay only on faulty design of pavement and intersection but the problem shifts somewhere else- somewhere o human characteristics and road user’s behavior. And it has already been proved that the number of road mishap stories due to human failure is much higher that that due to the vehicle or pavement failure.&lt;br /&gt;           The word ‘road user’ circumscribes all the group of people using the roadways for their journey. They include motorists, cyclists, cart drivers/rickshaw peddlers, pedestrians and highway / street child or adults talking or playing on or around the road. Human beings are directly involved in it along with their interaction with their vehicles in accordance with the surrounding environment. The road user’s characteristics may be physical, mental or emotional and psychological which directly determines their respective behavior on the road. Further more they can be distinguished as permanent type and temporary type.&lt;br /&gt;Permanent characteristics:-&lt;br /&gt;a.    Vision:&lt;br /&gt;Vision is a pre-requisite for safe driving. Without vision a person is incapable for safe driving although the technology might make it possible, if not now may be in future, but when it comes to safety a person must need to go through the perception- reaction to traffic situation before the actual collision or accident. In vision, the main concern is visual acuity; which means the ability to focus quickly and see fine details clearly. It includes depth perception- needed for distances judgment and speed during maneuver, peripheral vision- relates to an individual’s ability to see objects outside the cone of vision (limit of fairly clear sight is within cone of angle 10-12 degrees); color blindness – as about 8% of men and 4% of women are estimated to be suffered from color blindness and hence reduces the ability to distinguish between red and green, night vision- for night driving with headlights. Glare recovery is also important factor to be considered as glare from approaching headlights greatly reduces visibility. Hence form above, it is clear that the present tests which are carried out during license trial are superfluous and static in nature and need to be improved.&lt;br /&gt;b.    Hearing and smelling:&lt;br /&gt;Hearing is the next important characteristics. The research has shown that drivers having hearing problem can have 1.8 times more accidents. Hearing is used to derive information about vehicle engines. Sirens, traffic signals, horns etc. in case of drivers here, half of the hearing is occupied by the music player which reduces the alertness. Smell, though not as important as vision or hearing, can help detect the leakage of petroleum or problematic tyres and hence can’t be neglected.&lt;br /&gt;c.    Sex:&lt;br /&gt;Though not significantly, it is seen certain variation on the behavior of male and female. Males tend to drive faster and ready to drink and drive, whereas females are less experienced in the art of driving, slow in judgment process and easy to get distracted though not necessarily.&lt;br /&gt;Temporary characteristics:&lt;br /&gt;a.    Drinking effect:&lt;br /&gt;Alcohol, which after get absorbed into blood, affects directly to the brain and reduces the alertness of driver. This increases the reaction time as the visions is blunted and ultimately make them prone to accidents. As the mental process gets slow, the alcoholic tend to take more risks due to the ill-judged maneuvers. In Nepal it is seen that drinking and driving is mostly done during night which adds more risk to accidents as the low night visibility adds up the delay in reaction to stimuli.&lt;br /&gt;b.    Accident proneness:&lt;br /&gt;Studies have shown that certain group of road users is more prone to accidents. For example drivers under 30 years are more likely to have accidents than those over 30. Women get into accident very less than men. Middle class drivers are less likely to suffer accidents than working class drivers, similarly highly trained/ experienced drivers are less likely than poorly trained ones. The other studies show the accident repeaters registered by the authority have aggressive tendencies, single, divorced or separated, also the more are semi- skilled or unskilled social groups, unemployed, consume excess quantity of alcohol regularly etc.&lt;br /&gt;C. illness:&lt;br /&gt;People having illness like heart ailments, epilepsy and diabetics shouldn’t drive. The illness may cause physical inability to drive, mental tension and lack of concentration.&lt;br /&gt;Psychological factors:&lt;br /&gt;           Emotional factors as attentiveness, impatience, general attitude towards traffic and its regulation, maturity affects the reaction to traffic, situation to great extend. With the motive of getting more passengers, the drivers are found to divert their eyes on pedestrians rather than on the road. The struggle to reach a bus sop faster than next vehicle is the main reason of vehicle collision. The impatience in pedestrian, while crossing roads boarding a bus or getting off, may born many unexpected accidents. Due to the flexibility of traffic police (taking bribes to forget the drivers’ mistake) encourage drivers to be careless about the rules and hence disturb in the smooth operation of other vehicles. Distraction caused by non traffic events, absent minds, fear, anger and worries reduce alertness to traffic situation. There is always one in every five driver who is driving who is driving in anger that may be due to his or the conductor’s arguments with the passengers or simply because of the driver of next vehicle who has taken all his passenger. Most of the drivers don’t pay due respect to the traffic regulation whereas some other think they are the only one on the road.&lt;br /&gt;           The existing condition of road user characteristics and behavior can only be changed through efficient formulation and strict implementation of traffic rules and regulation, education and motivation to the people and awareness to the drivers and pedestrians. The change in the human behavior is not impossible but a slow process that may take long time. In spite of being slow, it must be carried out since we don’t have a choice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080181054843063133-6796360935523490261?l=ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6796360935523490261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080181054843063133&amp;postID=6796360935523490261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/6796360935523490261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/6796360935523490261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/2008_10_29_archive.html#6796360935523490261' title='HUMAN CHARACTERISTICS AFFECTING TRAFFIC OF CITY'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513404713528263425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SHldtg0yMNI/AAAAAAAAAPM/3H1ZTZIeW-I/S220/139136daa94843d69103e9dd23f2b33e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080181054843063133.post-52519807711571667</id><published>2008-10-24T14:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T11:31:51.389+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FAV. LINES FROM FAV. STORY &quot;ABOUT LOVE&quot;'/><title type='text'>FAV. LINES FROM FAV. STORY "ABOUT LOVE"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SQFtqfz27hI/AAAAAAAAAg4/yJeFKuIEfdY/s1600-h/201037267_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260606416606391826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SQFtqfz27hI/AAAAAAAAAg4/yJeFKuIEfdY/s320/201037267_small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I should find it hard to determine what was so exceptional about her, what it was abut her that I liked so much, but, at the time at dinner, it was all perfectly clear to me. I saw a young woman, beautiful, kind, intelligent, fascinating such a woman as I had never met before, and at once I sensed in her a being near to me and already familiar, as though I’d see that face, those friendly, intelligent eyes long ago, in my childhood, in the album which lay on my mother's chest of drawers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t think of her, but as though her shadow was lying lightly on my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw her and again there was the same irresistible, striking impression of beauty and lovely, caressing eyes, and again the same feeling of nearness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her gaze, the elegant, exquisite hand she gave me, her simple dress, the way she did her hair, her voice, her gait always produced the same impression on me something new and extraordinary and very significant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept trying to understand why she met just him first and not me, and why such a terrible mistake need have happened in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved her tenderly, deeply, but i reflected and kept asking myself what our love could lead to if we didn’t have the strength to fight against it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed incredible to me that my gentle, sad love could all at once rudely break up the even course of her life, her children and the whole household in which I was so trusted. Would it be honorable? She would follow me, but where? Where could I take her? it would have been different if I had been fighting for the liberation of my country, for instance or had been a celebrated scholar, an actor or a painter; but as things were it would mean taking her from one humdrum life to another as humdrum or perhaps more so. And how long would our happiness last? What would happen to her if I fell ill, if I died or if we simply stopped loving each other?&lt;br /&gt;And she was tormented by the question whether her lobe would bring me happiness- whether she would not complicate my life, which as it was she believed to be hard enough and full of all sorts of trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love is usually poeticized, embellished with roses, nightingales, but we embellish our loves with the fatal questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260607385819419442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SQFui6aQEzI/AAAAAAAAAhI/jHXgSU55Up4/s320/vampire%5B1%5D.love.and.pain.munch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When our eyes met right there, our spiritual strength deserted us both, I took her in my arms, she pressed her face to my breast, and tears flowed from her eyes. Kissing her face, her shoulders, her hand wet with tears- oh how miserable we were! I confessed my love to her, and with a burning pain in my heart realized how needless and petty and deceptive was all that hindered us from loving each other. I realized that when you love you must either, in your reasoning about that love, start from what is higher, more important than happiness or unhappiness, sin or virtue in their usual meaning or you must not reason at love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we are in love, we never stop asking ourselves whether it is honorable or dishonorable, sensible or stupid, what this love will lead to and so on. if that's a good thing or not I don’t know but that is a hindrance and a source of dissatisfaction and irritable, of that I am certain....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080181054843063133-52519807711571667?l=ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/52519807711571667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080181054843063133&amp;postID=52519807711571667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/52519807711571667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/52519807711571667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/2008_10_24_archive.html#52519807711571667' title='FAV. LINES FROM FAV. STORY &quot;ABOUT LOVE&quot;'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513404713528263425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SHldtg0yMNI/AAAAAAAAAPM/3H1ZTZIeW-I/S220/139136daa94843d69103e9dd23f2b33e.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SQFtqfz27hI/AAAAAAAAAg4/yJeFKuIEfdY/s72-c/201037267_small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080181054843063133.post-8834465999071835697</id><published>2008-10-24T11:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T11:31:26.076+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HAD A GIRL GIVEN ME A RED ROSE'/><title type='text'>HAD A GIRL GIVEN ME A RED ROSE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SQFCVZHxzHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/ohKaNF1vlQ8/s1600-h/22534.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260558775033646194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SQFCVZHxzHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/ohKaNF1vlQ8/s320/22534.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have dived&lt;br /&gt;To the depth of sea to find pearl&lt;br /&gt;I would have collected&lt;br /&gt;All the smiles to give those her all&lt;br /&gt;I would have expended&lt;br /&gt;A thousand of words and all my prose,&lt;br /&gt;Had a girl given me a red rose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have kicked up&lt;br /&gt;My lazy bones to start a dance&lt;br /&gt;I would have thanked&lt;br /&gt;God a thousand times for the chance&lt;br /&gt;I would have acquired&lt;br /&gt;An intoxication of several dose,&lt;br /&gt;Had a girl given me a red rose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have generated&lt;br /&gt;A power of a kilowatt in my ribs&lt;br /&gt;I would have thrown&lt;br /&gt;A megawatt smile and kissed her on her lips&lt;br /&gt;I would have remembered her&lt;br /&gt;No matter wherever she goes,&lt;br /&gt;Had a girl given me a red rose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have climbed&lt;br /&gt;Up the rainbows and plucked the stars&lt;br /&gt;I would have floated&lt;br /&gt;Like the cloud and traveled wide and far&lt;br /&gt;I would have woken&lt;br /&gt;The whole night thought my head dozed,&lt;br /&gt;Had a girl given me a red rose!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260559659319927298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SQFDI3WDogI/AAAAAAAAAgw/1lweUJvaS4Y/s320/Rose%2520cone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080181054843063133-8834465999071835697?l=ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8834465999071835697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080181054843063133&amp;postID=8834465999071835697&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/8834465999071835697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/8834465999071835697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/2008_10_24_archive.html#8834465999071835697' title='HAD A GIRL GIVEN ME A RED ROSE'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513404713528263425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SHldtg0yMNI/AAAAAAAAAPM/3H1ZTZIeW-I/S220/139136daa94843d69103e9dd23f2b33e.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SQFCVZHxzHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/ohKaNF1vlQ8/s72-c/22534.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080181054843063133.post-3724204688710422794</id><published>2008-10-19T09:58:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T11:30:23.761+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VEG OR NON VEG??'/><title type='text'>VEG OR NON VEG??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SPqWuHwyd1I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/OSgtWYJ4Sos/s1600-h/10112008(009).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many of us love the chickens!!! A lots mouth start watering when they think of fresh chicken fried up and cooked with the tomato pieces!! Yummy right?? No matter how much bird flu has threatened, people can hardly resist it. Here is what I found about how they come to us before we cook. Recently we had some guests at home. My mom gave me the meat department as my responsibility. So I, along with one of my cousin, went to the cold store for chicken meat. After waiting for an hour or so, it was our time for selecting chickens. As my uncle said we must always find a smart and healthy one-of course if we can catch it lol. With our choice of s&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SPqWM6VSl_I/AAAAAAAAAgI/KhsQz4uyh5A/s1600-h/10112008(006).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258680663469627378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="CLEANING THE KILLED CHICKENS" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SPqWM6VSl_I/AAAAAAAAAgI/KhsQz4uyh5A/s320/10112008(006).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mart and healthy chicken, I guess, we headed to the place where they are going to be killed. As we see, there were piles of killed chickens on one portion of the floor(as shown in photo below), a big drum filled with water, actually there are two- one with warm water and other boiling on the gas. here comes the killer with his weapon and no mercy in his heart- its the rule to say the killer cruel but the eater haha, chops of one of the feet and then cutoff the head. terrible huh??? but dont worry u are going to love it when it comes to you after cooking lol!!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SPqWuHwyd1I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/OSgtWYJ4Sos/s1600-h/10112008(009).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258681234010306386" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="PILE OF KILLED CHICKENS" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SPqWuHwyd1I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/OSgtWYJ4Sos/s320/10112008(009).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SPqpIeUcd7I/AAAAAAAAAgg/QMH7rADzjYE/s1600-h/10112008(010).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258701477951338418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="DUMP DRUM" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SPqpIeUcd7I/AAAAAAAAAgg/QMH7rADzjYE/s320/10112008(010).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;watching all these makes me want to be a vegeterain. But i dont know its for the time being or for real!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080181054843063133-3724204688710422794?l=ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3724204688710422794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080181054843063133&amp;postID=3724204688710422794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/3724204688710422794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/3724204688710422794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/2008_10_19_archive.html#3724204688710422794' title='VEG OR NON VEG??'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513404713528263425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SHldtg0yMNI/AAAAAAAAAPM/3H1ZTZIeW-I/S220/139136daa94843d69103e9dd23f2b33e.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SPqWM6VSl_I/AAAAAAAAAgI/KhsQz4uyh5A/s72-c/10112008(006).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080181054843063133.post-7283101022874657073</id><published>2008-10-16T23:43:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T11:46:02.352+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ENVIRONMENT TECHNOLOGY AND SOCIETY AND THEIR RELATIONSHIPS'/><title type='text'>TECHNOLOGY,ENVIRONMENT AND SOCIETY</title><content type='html'>Technology is a general term for the processes by which human beings develop tools and machines to increase their control and understanding of the material environment. It implies a thinking process which deals with the casual relationship with the material world with the employment of the experimental methodology those results in empirical demonstrations that can be verified by repetition (scientific methods). The word technology has a broad history that existed from the existence of mankind and certain modifications have been made in its meaning from time to time. It can also be said that it moves with the evolution of early humans from the period of simple tools( that are mostly made from flaked stones for chopping and scraping) to the modern sophisticated large scaled networks that has influence the present life to a great extend.&lt;br /&gt;All the external factors affecting an organism is called the environment. The earth is the habitant of the entire living organism living together as an entity. There is a close relationship between all the individual components of the earth that may be biotic factors, different living organisms, and the abiotic factors (also called non living factors) such as wind, rainfall, temperature, ocean current etc. Together they form an ecosystem within which the whole lifecycle moves.&lt;br /&gt;The inter-relation and the interaction between the human beings is called society. The number of people living in a place having a same shelter makes a family and these certain group of families living and interacting together for their day to day life forms a society. As we see the society is the group of different people living together making a community and working interdependently to carryout their day to day life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we go through the technology, environment and society we find there is a very close relationship among these three. The living beings which are closely concerned with these three terms, technology, environment and society, are humans. It is the humans who are responsible for the development of the technology. The progressive ideas and innovations of the human beings presented forward for the benefit of themselves and society (which also their own consequences) gives rise to the technological break through. These ideas and innovations of individuals directly concern with the society usually transforming the traditional cultural systems which may be either constructive or destructive. And as there is a change in the living of the mankind, it directly or indirectly affects the environment causing a change in the ecological cycle. Most of the technological developments are applied for the benefit of mankind. It raises the living standards and helps in the smooth functioning of a society. The development of new ideas eases the works that were felt difficult before the inventions and as a result there is impact on the environment. The application of technology which helps for the group of people living in a society may or may not help the other factors of environment. This is the universal theory that the development or the advantage of one group definitely has some negative impacts on the other though the magnitude of its effect may be small. In the similar fashion, the evolution of technological development is also influenced by the nature of environment. It is a well known fact that no one can ever go against the environment. Environment is the driving factor that causes most of the modification on the lifestyle of people living in a society. It is the environment that determines the types of culture and commence of certain activities of the community. As per in case of Nepal the people of Terai rarely wear woolen clothes or thick jackets as the temperature is mostly hot there. Not only is the society, the technological boom in different places is also governed by the type of environment at those places. The technological development occurs by concerning with the environment. For example as in case of this modern world where we have scarcity of land, people are more concerned with the ideas of high production in small area or laboratory growth of agricultural products. Most of the time people are willing to take the challenges and beat the environment. The environmental condition available determines the way of thinking of the people.&lt;br /&gt;The technological development has touched almost all the field of human life. Each and every person’s day to day life come encounter with the instruments invented through the technological development. No one can disagree with the fact that in present world life without these developed items cant imagined. From the very simple tools to the large-scaled networks human being has always felt their necessity and they lives have always been dependent on them. We can hardly imagine how life was when people don't know how to make fire. Their life was changed from hardship to easiness when they started making variety of tools like scrapers, knives, and other instruments of stone, bone, and other materials. It helped them find food for themselves. They had also begun to use tools to make clothing and build shelters for protection from inclement weather. From the obvious benefit of heat and light, people started using fire for cooking grains in the pot. Early people were dependent on the meat which was obtained from killing animal but the next technological development helped them find how they can survive by eating plants. They knew the idea of using animals for working with growing of crops so they saved their energy. By the time of Bronze Age, human beings have done a number of technological developments like development of bow and arrow, animal-oil lamps, and bone needles for making containers and clothing and shifted their lives from hunting and herbing societies to the more settled practice of agriculture. And with this shifting people didn’t have to depend on meat only anymore. They didn’t have to go for hunting anymore because they could grow the crops they liked and life was easier as it prevented people from staying hungry when they didn’t catch any prey. People started living in a group forming a community and then they started constructed stone buildings so they didn’t have to stay at cave anymore. They stayed protected at their homes. Later on human civilization took place near the big rivers like Nile River. They started using the water of the river for the irrigation purposes so they can use the water during the dry seasons. Several innovative thoughts were implemented and invention of wheels has made it easy for quick transportation. The construction of aqueducts, roads pavements during the Roman age can’t be neglected when it comes to the technological advancement. People started involving in business, known the values of precious metals and process of extracting them. The world was changing and the number of people was growing day by day. For the safe and planned habitant, cities were created. To fulfill the growing demands of growing people industrial development was introduced. With the advancement of technological development people started focusing on sustainable development. They knew the unplanned development can hamper the environment and hence they started Environmental Impact Assessment. Coming to the modern age, people don’t have to lift a finger. Everything can be done by machines. Computers, robots, automatic machines can make the life of people easy and fast. Now people don’t have to remember a single word. Everything can be saved in a chip which is even smaller than our finger tip. With the invention of robots the risk of loss of human lives during working in the dangerous situations has been minimized.&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of cons of technological development. With the development of early tools human beings have started killing a lot of animals. The construction of human habitants and acquiring land for agriculture adversely affected the wild life as they started destroying the forests. The mining of metal ores degrades the property of soil which can also leads to soil erosion resulting the slip or failure of soil. The main issue of technological development is the growth of population. The newly invented medicines are effective and can prolong the lives of people and decrease the mortality rates. This increases the number of people living on the earth. They have to live on the limited resources and hence they start exploiting the natural resources. Water pollution, soil erosion, wild life extinction, global warming, climatic change, ozone layer depletion, air pollution are some of the problems born due to the skyrocketing growth of population. The more the people the more they affect the environment. With the advancement in technological development the rise of military system for the defense purposes came into existence. In the name of protecting country people started making weapons, arms, bomb etc and in the name of power they started taking over the weaker ones. This created violence and war within the countries and result is 1st and 2nd world wars. These war left people with nothing but destruction and deaths. The means of transportation system helped in fast movement but threatened the lives of people which can be clearly understood by the daily news of road mishap. The modern luxurious life has made people dependent. People can hardly deny their dependence on the new inventions. They are more and more habitual with the technology. Everything they need is available and this has caused laziness in humans. Now we can’t live without the facility we are using. All the works are done by the machines which gave less exercise to humans.&lt;br /&gt;Above all there are both pros and cons of technological development. What’s important for present world is we must seek for the sustainable development and find the best possible way to affect the environment least so that the development would last longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(refence from Microsoft ® Encarta ® Reference Library 2005)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080181054843063133-7283101022874657073?l=ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7283101022874657073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080181054843063133&amp;postID=7283101022874657073&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/7283101022874657073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/7283101022874657073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/2008_10_16_archive.html#7283101022874657073' title='TECHNOLOGY,ENVIRONMENT AND SOCIETY'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513404713528263425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SHldtg0yMNI/AAAAAAAAAPM/3H1ZTZIeW-I/S220/139136daa94843d69103e9dd23f2b33e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080181054843063133.post-8909698673755372415</id><published>2008-10-10T19:15:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T11:15:50.268+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A SMALL GUY FROM SMALL WORLD'/><title type='text'>A SMALL GUY FROM SMALL WORLD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SO9AvDCXzRI/AAAAAAAAAfg/SegGgIFQ9fk/s1600-h/100_5477.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255490467177942290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SO9AvDCXzRI/AAAAAAAAAfg/SegGgIFQ9fk/s320/100_5477.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A small guy from a small world- 29th of July 2008, 09:30am -he packed up all his big dreams, all set up for the interview that was going to change his life. Tired of the messed up life he has and always doubtful of being lucky (most of the times he would tell me he never had been lucky with the entrance exam or the interviews) he prepared for the best possible questions that’s going to be asked. I always told him that everything is going to change (every dog has a day as I, sometimes, used to tell him hehe) and there is nothing to worry about giving him the example of myself and there is just a need of a single chance which is more than enough for us. He was pretty much confident of how he was going to do when we talked a day before his interview. I threw few questions to check him, tetikai, and to my surprise he passed in flying colors- seems like he is not the same kid (who would scribble his girlfriend’s name on his wrist when he was just a 4th standard ha-ha) I used to think he was (hey Rubin bro don’t think I told u baccha hai!!! Hahaha); No matter whatever was in his heart he looked confident to me.&lt;br /&gt;To my surprise, he was rejected stating that Mountain State University (the college he applied) was not appropriate for him as per his academic performance. It was a considerable reason though; the only question which we paid no attention about, and also he had no scholarships as well. Hearing that he got rejected was a shock. May be he had felt like ‘here you go my luck has cheated me again’, or might his world had came to an end or he might had thought that going US for the further study was not what we call in his fate, or it has decided something else for him or may be not. He still had a hope that is why he geared up for the 2nd interview-18th August 2008, 08:30am-Hiawassee College of Tennessee State attractive scholarship and what else!!- Every student search for. His brother, Rupesh, called me just to tell me that he has been selected and I am not surprised. I thought of the face of that small guy searched for the satisfaction of getting what he has wished for.&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t meet him for a week or so after he got the VISA because I was busy with my examination or simply because I don't want to remember the days that I would spend with him after he is gone, I don't know. But who is going to forget those days when we used to hang out just to chill and talk or have some spicy TITAUTAS. Who is going to forget those nights we spent together talking about our own lives and load of silly stuffs (By the way we are not gay though we sleep in same bed, if you are guessing, lol)? 28th August 2008, yes time for him to leave- leaving everything behind in search of a brand new life. As the time neared everyone started missing him. Those eyes, which were happy to see him getting selected, could be found tearing or may be hiding the tears just to make him strong and let him know that that everything is going to be fine even after he leaves the country. Those souls, which had cared him more than anyone else and been overprotective, had started aching; asking me to join him to cheer him up. And those hands which have cared him ever since he was born started trembling but making her heart pretty much strong just to stop the watery eyes (I knew as she confessed me she felt like crying every night she thinks about him later). Yes small boy everyone misses you if you are wondering!!&lt;br /&gt;I am sure you miss the followings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SO9D_BsD63I/AAAAAAAAAfo/V3uGbqei3Qk/s1600-h/100_5497.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255494040228719474" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px" height="202" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SO9D_BsD63I/AAAAAAAAAfo/V3uGbqei3Qk/s320/100_5497.jpg" width="173" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SO9GEip7KMI/AAAAAAAAAfw/6axrpvjqkts/s1600-h/pb+212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255496334000728258" style="WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px" height="240" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SO9GEip7KMI/AAAAAAAAAfw/6axrpvjqkts/s320/pb+212.jpg" width="242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SO9J66EeM6I/AAAAAAAAAf4/5CfnXZFWA7A/s1600-h/DSC00138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255500566533911458" style="WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px" height="195" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SO9J66EeM6I/AAAAAAAAAf4/5CfnXZFWA7A/s320/DSC00138.JPG" width="224" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SPHDhj9qSyI/AAAAAAAAAgA/0rwxz9YmMF0/s1600-h/DSC00125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256197221475044130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SPHDhj9qSyI/AAAAAAAAAgA/0rwxz9YmMF0/s320/DSC00125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080181054843063133-8909698673755372415?l=ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8909698673755372415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080181054843063133&amp;postID=8909698673755372415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/8909698673755372415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/8909698673755372415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/2008_10_10_archive.html#8909698673755372415' title='A SMALL GUY FROM SMALL WORLD'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513404713528263425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SHldtg0yMNI/AAAAAAAAAPM/3H1ZTZIeW-I/S220/139136daa94843d69103e9dd23f2b33e.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SO9AvDCXzRI/AAAAAAAAAfg/SegGgIFQ9fk/s72-c/100_5477.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080181054843063133.post-8347049771542773250</id><published>2008-10-05T00:19:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T11:38:21.701+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A DAY WITH FRIENDS'/><title type='text'>A DAY WITH FRIENDS</title><content type='html'>Today I opened my diary and this is what I found- A long forgotten memory. Then I thought I should add it up in my blog so that I don't have to loose it again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7th April 2001, as like every Saturday, today I went to Nilbarahi. Its not being so religious but I just love hanging out with my guys. While getting back Dipen got a call from his friend who was asking him to guide her two Korean friends through Bhaktapur. My friend couldn’t refuse, real Newari habit hehe, I guess. It was Pranisha, I know her. She was also form the same college where I and Dipen had studied. After slapping his mobile off, Dipen asked me to go with him. Sounds cool to me, visiting places with some foreigners will be fine- the pretty nice way to kill my time. I love this, as I have been friends with a Chinese girl during my camp. So I said yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253334780675193858" alt="NINJEE AND BOKYONG" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SOeYJlBZfAI/AAAAAAAAAd0/nCNZwmn9kqs/s320/DPEN(299).jpg" border="0" /&gt; NINJEE AND BOKYUNG AT SIDDHA POKHARI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 10:30am or 11, I suppose, we went to find them at the bus station of Purano Thimi. Though it took sometime, the means of communication made it easy to locate where they are. They were three. I saw them from distance. Pranisha was the same, like during college days. Here eyes lit up seeing Dipen but I can see some kind of dissatisfaction in her face seeing me (may be just my illusion). She introduced my friend to her friends and my friend introduced me. I quickly looked at the two foreigners, both of our age, one with spectacle on her nose, white complexion and an attractive hair make-up. She had worn a Lahenga like long skirt with scattered colors. She had worn a pair of socks and nice shoe I should say (don’t know how this girly thoughts come in my mind lol). Later on I came to know that her name is Ninjee, very difficult for me to remember. The other was a bit taller than Ninjee. She had some sort of spark on her face(I didn’t have a crush on her if you want know hahaha) and worn Pajamas with a light weight sandals. Her hair was a bit short; step-cut may be I don't know about the hair style hehe, and straight. While resting at Siddhapokhari I had asked her if her hair were straight naturally or she used something, she told they were natural, quite a silly question to ask though. I looked into their face clear and couldn’t understand whether they were expecting me or not. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;DIPEN AND PRANISHA(BELOW)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SOeZoZrf-gI/AAAAAAAAAd8/rBZGswUN900/s1600-h/DPEN(295).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253336409718127106" alt="DIPEN AND PRANISHA" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SOeZoZrf-gI/AAAAAAAAAd8/rBZGswUN900/s320/DPEN(295).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We boarded the bus to Bhaktapur. Pranisha and my friend hadn’t met for a long time so they had a lot of things to talk. They went on the whole way. We got off at Bhaktapur Bus Stop and started walking from there. Everyone must be thinking how to start the conversation then Ninjee broke the ice asking was what’s the name of this place. Definitely Bhaktapur Bus Stop- our answer. At first I felt a bit uneasy and shy but quickly I took up the pace. I asked Pranisha if they know Nepali as I have seen a lot of Koreans talking Nepali easily. My guess was right, they could talk Nepali. They have been to Nepal for&lt;br /&gt;only two months and their Nepali is good, I simply couldn’t believe it. The first thing I wanted to do remember their names as I have a pretty bad memory in remembering names hehe. Bokyung and Ninjee. That’s far more difficult for me to remember. Pranisha told me that they were here to serve the children in their education and they will be here for about six months. I asked Bokyung how many places they have visited. “Only Kathmandu” was her reply. Then I went on with my Pokhara trip. ‘Nice place to visit, so many things to see!! They were planning to go there. They asked the nice places of Pokhara. Actually every place is nice and different attraction. The place I liked most was World Peace Stupa. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SOea0eepf2I/AAAAAAAAAeE/kKtzEjZjiP4/s1600-h/DPEN(298).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253337716676460386" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SOea0eepf2I/AAAAAAAAAeE/kKtzEjZjiP4/s320/DPEN(298).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t know they charge a handsome amount for foreigner to enter the Durbar Square premises. It cost 750 per head. That’s where the national economy is collected but where does it goes!! Not of my concern and don’t know whose!! I asked them if they search for something while visiting places. They told me they visit places just of fun and look around. That was nice reply. We went to the Art gallery. It was an archive of very old arts of Bhaktapur of about 14th to 16 centuries. Bokyung must have loved I as she was a student of architect discipline. They took a lot of pictures. We visited the Golden Gate, Nyatapola,&lt;br /&gt;Dattatraya and watched thousands of art work and wood carving. Bokyung and Ninjee didn’t miss to capture them into their cameras and even sitting on a statue of lion at Nyatapola. It was so much fun and throughout the way we laughed and shared things. By this time, they had known my name. we talked a lot of things. Sometimes it becomes so difficult to make them understand which I loved the most. I pull my full efforts to make them understand and at the end when they understand I feel like I have doe something great (just a silly feelings hehe). Soon we clicked to each other. Every time they were busy taking pictures- seems like they want to take Bhaktapur in their camera hehe. I was having fun giving them information I read form the walls or stone carving. Our last place was Siddhapokhari, where we joked a lot. I have a lot of close friends but never spent time like this. May be I am missing out something. Everything was so great when it become time to leave. We boarded the bus to Lagankhel. Me and Dipen got off at Purano Thimi. It was an end of a wonderful day. I guess I will remember it for a long time. I would love to see Ninjee and Bokyung in future if that’s possible of course!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253340388153550834" alt="NINJEE AND BOKYONG" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SOedP-ga5_I/AAAAAAAAAeU/6OD_usSOOmg/s320/DPEN(294).jpg" border="0" /&gt; PRANISHA NEAR THE GOLDEN TAP&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080181054843063133-8347049771542773250?l=ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8347049771542773250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080181054843063133&amp;postID=8347049771542773250&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/8347049771542773250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/8347049771542773250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/2008_10_05_archive.html#8347049771542773250' title='A DAY WITH FRIENDS'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513404713528263425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SHldtg0yMNI/AAAAAAAAAPM/3H1ZTZIeW-I/S220/139136daa94843d69103e9dd23f2b33e.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SOeYJlBZfAI/AAAAAAAAAd0/nCNZwmn9kqs/s72-c/DPEN(299).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080181054843063133.post-3752033630225216660</id><published>2008-10-04T14:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T23:06:59.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY VIDEO COLLECTION</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="236" height="197" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e59740c1dbba5c7c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De59740c1dbba5c7c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331022463%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3AA237D331A53D2115250B14CB1C91D872F1F121.44C8F603E8AF23B36CAA50F49557E17F4DA7D5A4%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De59740c1dbba5c7c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDwjUJOlhtk4uqlCo5C2u7m6DEiU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="236" height="197" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De59740c1dbba5c7c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331022463%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3AA237D331A53D2115250B14CB1C91D872F1F121.44C8F603E8AF23B36CAA50F49557E17F4DA7D5A4%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De59740c1dbba5c7c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDwjUJOlhtk4uqlCo5C2u7m6DEiU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This a small video clip taken by my friend Dipen during a day out with Pranisha,Dipen me and two friendly Korean girls Ninjee and Bokyang. It was great and realy miss u all guys!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a6da93989559c9ab" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da6da93989559c9ab%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331022463%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D74CE918F02DF51FE605BFA40F3031C4777BF2D48.4B1491DFDADC595185B17818A76CC405D46D995B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da6da93989559c9ab%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dgo03zy4c5ss_VaBJT1Wd7TvGqts&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da6da93989559c9ab%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331022463%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D74CE918F02DF51FE605BFA40F3031C4777BF2D48.4B1491DFDADC595185B17818A76CC405D46D995B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da6da93989559c9ab%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dgo03zy4c5ss_VaBJT1Wd7TvGqts&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;First time i saw the snow fall in my small village. It was really nice and i cant forget the moment&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-664b2d4b8d6541c3" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D664b2d4b8d6541c3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331022463%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1BA86679243B194993D4ECA009CB7B6703E8B9F.4E675EAD8DA9366F57BFD61E959B268B9E1BCE2D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D664b2d4b8d6541c3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DVO3XEF49iKhtkcEctCOgtSztBjk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D664b2d4b8d6541c3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331022463%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1BA86679243B194993D4ECA009CB7B6703E8B9F.4E675EAD8DA9366F57BFD61E959B268B9E1BCE2D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D664b2d4b8d6541c3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DVO3XEF49iKhtkcEctCOgtSztBjk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080181054843063133-3752033630225216660?l=ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=664b2d4b8d6541c3&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=a6da93989559c9ab&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=e59740c1dbba5c7c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3752033630225216660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080181054843063133&amp;postID=3752033630225216660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/3752033630225216660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/3752033630225216660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/2008_10_04_archive.html#3752033630225216660' title='MY VIDEO COLLECTION'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513404713528263425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SHldtg0yMNI/AAAAAAAAAPM/3H1ZTZIeW-I/S220/139136daa94843d69103e9dd23f2b33e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080181054843063133.post-960067241305515764</id><published>2008-10-01T09:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T11:30:55.775+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FIRST DAY OF GREATEST FESTIVAL'/><title type='text'>FIRST DAY OF GREATEST FESTIVAL</title><content type='html'>5 IN THE MORNING. Before I get off my bed I heard my mom, auntie and grandma praising someone for getting up early and collecting sand from the river and complaining the rest who are still asleep in the family. Yes it’s the start of another day.&lt;br /&gt;Today is the beginning of our greatest festival DASHAIN- supposed to be a different day but I could not find it different than just an ordinary day. This is my same bed, same me and same start of my day with my mom banging at my doors. Well it depends on how you see it.&lt;br /&gt;First day of NAURAAT which means for 9 days we wake up early in the morning, grab our toothbrush, go to the river with friends, wash our face with little praying, and get back home. I must say we used to... Gone are those days when we put on the alarm just to make sure that we don’t wake up late. Those days we would be in a competition with our friends to see who wakes up whom!! Then we would gather together waking up everyone and go to the river talking all the way. We would even share our toothpaste if anyone forgets. Waking up early in the morning was definitely not difficult those times instead we would wake up before anyone does in the family. It was a lot of fun to gather together at the tea shop and have hot HALLUWAS. Then we would go for a football game when it’s still dark. We could hardly see our team mates haha. We were crazy football players. That was really silly but nothing could be more fun than those days. We would fall, hurt and break our toes but nothing could stop us playing the game. There was no age limit. No one was short and no one was tall. Anyone willing to play the games just has to contribute his part of bet (we used to collect Rs. 10 for a game) that would be collected from a team to compete with the opponent. When we get back we would be tired to death. And also be ready to get a loud scold from our moms. I even get scold a lot of times these days but for the reason of getting up late. On the contrary I got scold for getting up so early those times. Whatever you do my mom always has an objection. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays I hardly wake up at 7 that’s of course if my mom bangs at my door. lol .But today I have no choice. First day of NAURAAT and I have to collect sand from river that will be used to grow JAMARA (cornflake plant) which will later be used to worship god. My dad never collects sand from the river because its my family rule (not for others just my family rule). My bro hardly collects it because my mom has to fight with him to make him do something early in the morning. This leaves me the only person doing the work. I don’t want to do it but I guess I don’t have the choice. Reluctantly I woke up and all set up to start my at 5 am. With a plastic bag in my one hand and hesitantly I, along with my three cousins, went to the river. As I came out of my home I find something has really changed. It used to be icy cold that we have to wear jacket but this year its not. I would see a lot of people but now I can hardly see five or six. The charm of the tea shop was lost which used to be filled with the customers. Everything felt so different. Everyone has gone busy with their own works and the so called fun are somewhere lost –can only be found in memories. I am not sure how many of us really miss those days. For sure I would not have missed it had my mom not forced me to collect sand this year. Hehe. Of course this day was no fun but I tried to make it sound like a fun haha. Nice try. I snapshot some of our pictures so for those who really thought those days were fun would die to get it back. But I am sure even if someone tries cant get them back. After all those days are good to be kept in memories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080181054843063133-960067241305515764?l=ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/960067241305515764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080181054843063133&amp;postID=960067241305515764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/960067241305515764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/960067241305515764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#960067241305515764' title='FIRST DAY OF GREATEST FESTIVAL'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513404713528263425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SHldtg0yMNI/AAAAAAAAAPM/3H1ZTZIeW-I/S220/139136daa94843d69103e9dd23f2b33e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080181054843063133.post-1294321493586841032</id><published>2008-09-30T01:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T11:29:53.898+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='THRILL OF JOURNEY'/><title type='text'>THRILL OF JOURNEY</title><content type='html'>It was the end of next hectic day and i was waiting for the bus to my hometown. Hands on my forehead and to the best of my vision, i tried to figure out the destination plate cling at the front glass of approaching bus. High pitched voice of the conductor hanging at the doorway stroke my eardrums, which means it goes to my home, according to my brain. Along with my waving hands the bus slowed down and the I saw an immature face of the driver. I thought for a sec or two whether to push myself into the bus or wait for the next one. The latter would be too difficult for me, as I loathe waiting, so I boarded the bus with a heavy heart.&lt;br /&gt;           Along the chanting voice of conductor at the background, the bus headed towards its destination. Baneshwor, Koteshwor, Lokanthali, Kausaltar, Sanothimi, Dhunche, bode Saraswotikhel. The conductor went on and on. Immediately after being inside the bus, I threw my eyes in search of vacant seats; luckily I got one and quickly making myself comfortable I paid attention to the conductor if he mentioned bode in his chanting. Yes he did but through Dhunche; a chill of fear went down my spine. The word Dhunche had reminded me my narrow escape when our bus somersaulted with all the passengers on the muddy newly rice planted field. I had a small head injury though all the passengers fell on me. My white college shirt was all painted green and muddy. Detaching me from my memories, the heavy music fro a nearby speaker made the driver refresh his mood. Moving the head to and fro in ht music, he kept his foot pressed on the accelerator. The driver was none other than the same conductor whom I had seen few weeks before, collecting money from the passengers. Not only him, I’ve seen many other new drivers who are immature and were conductors before. This conductor turned drivers feel proud and happy to hold the steering as if a kid getting a toy car. They even don’t get scared to speed on the bumpy road of Purano Thimi.&lt;br /&gt;           By the time the bus reached Koteshwor, there was not a single inch left inside the bus so that one can move. I cold see a lot of passengers standing and holding the rods with lines of sweat across their forehead on that icy cold winter evening. Few of them are requesting the driver to move on. In spite of those many passengers enough to burst the bus, the conductor went on his chanting. The process of getting off the bus continued and when it passed Gatthaghar it became a bit easy. Then here comes the bumpy road of Thimi. From the steady pace of the bus all of a sudden it moved out of track on the turning that scared almost everyone, me the most. Within a few seconds the condition was under control. I held the Front seat tight. The thrill increased when the bus reached the same spot where I had the accident. After I passed it, I got relief. By then I had reached my destination and immediately after getting off the bus, thanked god for my scary but safe journey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080181054843063133-1294321493586841032?l=ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1294321493586841032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080181054843063133&amp;postID=1294321493586841032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/1294321493586841032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/1294321493586841032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/2008_09_30_archive.html#1294321493586841032' title='THRILL OF JOURNEY'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513404713528263425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SHldtg0yMNI/AAAAAAAAAPM/3H1ZTZIeW-I/S220/139136daa94843d69103e9dd23f2b33e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080181054843063133.post-5182009505535130688</id><published>2008-09-29T09:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T11:29:26.361+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ANOTHER NEW DAY'/><title type='text'>ANOTHER NEW DAY</title><content type='html'>Oh yeah its another new day and  my mum ordering2wake up banging my bro's rum. She is movin upstairs n down i dnt knw y,mayb c has daily works2do or mayb c just likes it- wakn up evry1.y is she wakn up evry1any way? Mayb c doesnt want any1 slpn ther while c is wrkn dat hard. Lol.i dnt knw. Evrytime c nears my rum, i wud thnk dat c is gna bang my door too but she didnt.hmm she loves her youngest son or c knws it vry wel dat i get pissed if woken up early. Nevamind gud4me anyway.hehe.3times in a row c didnt knock my door bt da 4th time c did open da door n askd me2wake up b4 i cud finis my post. Order is order! hv2wake up nw. Thank god ther is lite2day bt who knws when its gna go off. This loadshdn sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Havnt i just said abt loadshdn, i woke up washd my face n abt2warm my tea n ther is no lite. OMG.for thos who hv spnt their lyf witout lite it's nt a big deal bt 4those we hv, it realy sucks.i bet 90% of their enthusiasm2wrk disapears dat includes me. N here cums my mum complainin abt nt wakn up early.i dnt wna argue wit her early in da mrng wit my empty stomach.mayb c is in a mood2fight bt im silent coz dats al i cn do wit an empty stomach. No fud no enery n no energy no capacity2do wrk.i dnt know y im lyn in my bed like a piece a garbage at da side of da road coz  lites nt gna cum for 3/4 hrs n my belly cnt stay vacant dat lng. Oh here wokes up my bro slow n silent just like a calmnes b4 storm or a flame b4fire.lol. Da flame just needs some kerosene2multiply n that catalyst is my mum. So b4 da 2 reactants meet up i sud probably hv my tea n get lost. Bt ther is no place2go.i wish i cud just disapear. Runnin away frm my problms wateva u say that's wat im.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080181054843063133-5182009505535130688?l=ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5182009505535130688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080181054843063133&amp;postID=5182009505535130688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/5182009505535130688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/5182009505535130688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/2008_09_29_archive.html#5182009505535130688' title='ANOTHER NEW DAY'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513404713528263425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SHldtg0yMNI/AAAAAAAAAPM/3H1ZTZIeW-I/S220/139136daa94843d69103e9dd23f2b33e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080181054843063133.post-4379602247489177950</id><published>2008-09-28T23:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T12:36:36.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHECK OUT MY STUD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SN-lL5zTnwI/AAAAAAAAAY8/1fImU0xmflk/s1600-h/b50051ec74d54b6db62d5b19abf7430b-767778.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251097314450448130" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SN-lL5zTnwI/AAAAAAAAAY8/1fImU0xmflk/s320/b50051ec74d54b6db62d5b19abf7430b-767778.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;check out my stud. dnt know how it looks just wna try it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080181054843063133-4379602247489177950?l=ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4379602247489177950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080181054843063133&amp;postID=4379602247489177950&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/4379602247489177950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/4379602247489177950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/2008_09_28_archive.html#4379602247489177950' title='CHECK OUT MY STUD!'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513404713528263425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SHldtg0yMNI/AAAAAAAAAPM/3H1ZTZIeW-I/S220/139136daa94843d69103e9dd23f2b33e.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SN-lL5zTnwI/AAAAAAAAAY8/1fImU0xmflk/s72-c/b50051ec74d54b6db62d5b19abf7430b-767778.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080181054843063133.post-8826731051907199950</id><published>2008-09-28T23:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T23:31:45.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOW DOES IT FEELS??</title><content type='html'>At last my fingers dared to ask my heart-"ok is there anything else that you want me to wirt coz i am tired and i want some rest." you knw what my heart said-" go to sleep smart ass! i would rather not tell you and go thinking about her myself." I cant believe this! you are making my body parts go against each other and you know i can never say no to my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080181054843063133-8826731051907199950?l=ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8826731051907199950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080181054843063133&amp;postID=8826731051907199950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/8826731051907199950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/8826731051907199950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/2008_09_28_archive.html#8826731051907199950' title='HOW DOES IT FEELS??'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513404713528263425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SHldtg0yMNI/AAAAAAAAAPM/3H1ZTZIeW-I/S220/139136daa94843d69103e9dd23f2b33e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080181054843063133.post-7051234306287914255</id><published>2008-09-28T23:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T23:21:45.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOW DOES IT FEELS??</title><content type='html'>You love pink and i love blue&lt;br /&gt;you are gemuk and i am kurus&lt;br /&gt;you are short and i am tall&lt;br /&gt;we are defferent but i dont know what binds us together. May be whe have similar heart or may be we just one heart!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080181054843063133-7051234306287914255?l=ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7051234306287914255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080181054843063133&amp;postID=7051234306287914255&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/7051234306287914255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/7051234306287914255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/2008_09_28_archive.html#7051234306287914255' title='HOW DOES IT FEELS??'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513404713528263425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SHldtg0yMNI/AAAAAAAAAPM/3H1ZTZIeW-I/S220/139136daa94843d69103e9dd23f2b33e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080181054843063133.post-412059669065091644</id><published>2008-09-28T23:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T23:18:21.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RELAX!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SN-gPXWPDgI/AAAAAAAAAY0/_A4Fx4EAz5U/s1600-h/7cdaba4dd3a644fa90f0e9c5575e297e-701709.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SN-gPXWPDgI/AAAAAAAAAY0/_A4Fx4EAz5U/s320/7cdaba4dd3a644fa90f0e9c5575e297e-701709.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251091876363046402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" &gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="font: inherit;"&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;aaahhh thank god finally i got the rest! hehe. that's my picture at my friends house&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;        &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080181054843063133-412059669065091644?l=ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/412059669065091644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080181054843063133&amp;postID=412059669065091644&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/412059669065091644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/412059669065091644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/2008_09_28_archive.html#412059669065091644' title='RELAX!!!'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513404713528263425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SHldtg0yMNI/AAAAAAAAAPM/3H1ZTZIeW-I/S220/139136daa94843d69103e9dd23f2b33e.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SN-gPXWPDgI/AAAAAAAAAY0/_A4Fx4EAz5U/s72-c/7cdaba4dd3a644fa90f0e9c5575e297e-701709.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080181054843063133.post-9051849818888712282</id><published>2008-09-28T23:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T23:12:50.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOW DOES IT FEELS??</title><content type='html'>When i go to bed i sear to myself that im going to think less about you tonight. Then i think what  are the things that i am not gona think about you. My minds goes on thinking I dont knw what ?and till when?... I woke up in the morning and realised "oh No! I spent another night thinking about you!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080181054843063133-9051849818888712282?l=ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/9051849818888712282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080181054843063133&amp;postID=9051849818888712282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/9051849818888712282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/9051849818888712282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/2008_09_28_archive.html#9051849818888712282' title='HOW DOES IT FEELS??'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513404713528263425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SHldtg0yMNI/AAAAAAAAAPM/3H1ZTZIeW-I/S220/139136daa94843d69103e9dd23f2b33e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080181054843063133.post-2790908944426221993</id><published>2008-09-28T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T23:02:30.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DONT GET LONG!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SN-chkD6ReI/AAAAAAAAAYs/ryahYQdWb3E/s1600-h/6b5363dffe124fd08b84af695db3c8b1-750344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SN-chkD6ReI/AAAAAAAAAYs/ryahYQdWb3E/s320/6b5363dffe124fd08b84af695db3c8b1-750344.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251087790966982114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" &gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="font: inherit;"&gt;Someone told me that i have small korean eyes lol&lt;IMG src="http://mail.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/tsmileys2/01.gif"&gt;&amp;nbsp;do i??&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;        &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080181054843063133-2790908944426221993?l=ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2790908944426221993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080181054843063133&amp;postID=2790908944426221993&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/2790908944426221993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/2790908944426221993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/2008_09_28_archive.html#2790908944426221993' title='DONT GET LONG!'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513404713528263425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SHldtg0yMNI/AAAAAAAAAPM/3H1ZTZIeW-I/S220/139136daa94843d69103e9dd23f2b33e.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SN-chkD6ReI/AAAAAAAAAYs/ryahYQdWb3E/s72-c/6b5363dffe124fd08b84af695db3c8b1-750344.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080181054843063133.post-8550390272122793761</id><published>2008-09-28T22:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T23:07:08.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOW DOES IT FEELS??</title><content type='html'>I dont know what to start a day with- a morning news? a song? or a tea filled cup?? Then i suddenly realised" oh my gosh! I missed you wake me up!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080181054843063133-8550390272122793761?l=ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8550390272122793761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080181054843063133&amp;postID=8550390272122793761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/8550390272122793761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/8550390272122793761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/2008_09_28_archive.html#8550390272122793761' title='HOW DOES IT FEELS??'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513404713528263425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SHldtg0yMNI/AAAAAAAAAPM/3H1ZTZIeW-I/S220/139136daa94843d69103e9dd23f2b33e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080181054843063133.post-7209395767850004258</id><published>2008-09-28T22:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T22:55:56.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CONS OF GETTIN TALL</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SN-aBhaRpOI/AAAAAAAAAYc/mOqy48hnFZs/s1600-h/1-710841.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251085041476412642" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SN-aBhaRpOI/AAAAAAAAAYc/mOqy48hnFZs/s320/1-710841.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;seems like i am confortable in this seat huh? this used to be my favourite seat till one day butt ached when my college bus got caught in a traffic jam.Damn! i can barely move in this few inch gap between seats. I dnt know its the seat that's too small or it's my leg too tall!!&lt;img src="http://mail.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/tsmileys2/03.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080181054843063133-7209395767850004258?l=ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7209395767850004258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080181054843063133&amp;postID=7209395767850004258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/7209395767850004258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/7209395767850004258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/2008_09_28_archive.html#7209395767850004258' title='CONS OF GETTIN TALL'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513404713528263425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SHldtg0yMNI/AAAAAAAAAPM/3H1ZTZIeW-I/S220/139136daa94843d69103e9dd23f2b33e.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SN-aBhaRpOI/AAAAAAAAAYc/mOqy48hnFZs/s72-c/1-710841.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080181054843063133.post-1408788627651805518</id><published>2008-09-28T22:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T22:53:32.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOW DOES IT FEELS??</title><content type='html'>I dont understand what's wrong with me,&lt;br /&gt;the feelings that i have i dnt know why&lt;br /&gt;the crzy it seems the silly it is&lt;br /&gt;then you touched my heart and everyting feels right&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080181054843063133-1408788627651805518?l=ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1408788627651805518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080181054843063133&amp;postID=1408788627651805518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/1408788627651805518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/1408788627651805518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/2008_09_28_archive.html#1408788627651805518' title='HOW DOES IT FEELS??'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513404713528263425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SHldtg0yMNI/AAAAAAAAAPM/3H1ZTZIeW-I/S220/139136daa94843d69103e9dd23f2b33e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080181054843063133.post-7665957111493945989</id><published>2008-09-28T21:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T21:58:53.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PAINTING MY TSHIRT</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SN-L80lt2MI/AAAAAAAAAYU/hEYMBkDlzjs/s1600-h/5ea385aad4d34fadad9642b99d8a2bca-707617.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251069567562537154" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SN-L80lt2MI/AAAAAAAAAYU/hEYMBkDlzjs/s320/5ea385aad4d34fadad9642b99d8a2bca-707617.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;the painting on my tshirt which ached my head for a day &lt;img src="http://mail.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/tsmileys2/01.gif" /&gt; but finally i made it.aaahh. it was realy tiresome but i did a good job thank its not all wasted. lol&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080181054843063133-7665957111493945989?l=ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7665957111493945989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080181054843063133&amp;postID=7665957111493945989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/7665957111493945989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/7665957111493945989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/2008_09_28_archive.html#7665957111493945989' title='PAINTING MY TSHIRT'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513404713528263425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SHldtg0yMNI/AAAAAAAAAPM/3H1ZTZIeW-I/S220/139136daa94843d69103e9dd23f2b33e.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SN-L80lt2MI/AAAAAAAAAYU/hEYMBkDlzjs/s72-c/5ea385aad4d34fadad9642b99d8a2bca-707617.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080181054843063133.post-2550188933735505466</id><published>2008-09-28T21:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T11:27:57.445+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY PICTURES MY MEMORIES'/><title type='text'>MY PICTURES MY MEMORIES</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SN-JM2XyXVI/AAAAAAAAAYM/4K8FhKygpP8/s1600-h/0.0-703417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SN-JM2XyXVI/AAAAAAAAAYM/4K8FhKygpP8/s320/0.0-703417.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251066544384007506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="font: inherit;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;yet another nepali new year has passed away. its a time after we played colours. the great BISKET JATRA. here im with my all super kool bros guys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080181054843063133-2550188933735505466?l=ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2550188933735505466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080181054843063133&amp;postID=2550188933735505466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/2550188933735505466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/2550188933735505466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/2008_09_28_archive.html#2550188933735505466' title='MY PICTURES MY MEMORIES'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513404713528263425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SHldtg0yMNI/AAAAAAAAAPM/3H1ZTZIeW-I/S220/139136daa94843d69103e9dd23f2b33e.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SN-JM2XyXVI/AAAAAAAAAYM/4K8FhKygpP8/s72-c/0.0-703417.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080181054843063133.post-9005010015745214319</id><published>2008-09-20T20:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T11:27:18.819+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='THE HAPPIEST MOMENT OF MY LIFE'/><title type='text'>THE HAPPIEST MOMENT OF MY LIFE</title><content type='html'>The happiest moment of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One cold evening I sad down to write about the happiest moment of my life. I was thinking to write the best essay of all but wasn’t getting the single event that has tickled my nerves, perfect enough to describe. I searched into every minor components of my skull and did my best to find that particular moment that has moved my life, pretty good to remember everyday and that was worth memorizing. The moment when I learnt something simple but significant that brought loads of smiles and joy seems to be missing in my life. At this point of my life, I don’t have any happy moment which means I have not learnt anything in my life and who has?&lt;br /&gt;The day I came into this world I first opened my eyes or the very first day when I knew to smile back to someone was it the happiest moment of my life? But I can hardly remember that moment when my dad first took me on his big arms and played with me. How can my birth be the happiest moment when I was crying and everyone else around me was smiling? When I was young going to school was the most difficult thing to do. I would fight with my mom and each time I go to school I would be crying. On my way back home I would be on my Olympics with my friends to reach the home quickest. Well it was fun but it can no way be the happiest moment of my life. By the time I reached 5th grade we started groupies and there we fights sometimes among ourselves and most of the time with others. That’s when we started nicknaming and mocking even sometimes to the teachers. Those were real fun but we got scold quite often. The moment I didn’t have my meal for 2days just for a new pair of jeans the time I had fight with my best friend and the season when I had crush with this great singer, celine dione after listening her song ‘the power of love' are still fresh in my mind. Those are the moments when I experienced real life (or may be my fantasy) but I bet none of these were the happiest moment.&lt;br /&gt;Reaching grade 10 is the matter of big responsibility. Its is the time when we have to walk under stress and pressure and the time when we have to make best friends to our books. On the contrary this is the same time when we forget our books for extra activities. we started feeling things importance of friends and spend most of our time on a chat with them hanging out filmy gossips etc. is it the happiest moment to forget the responsibilities and ruin the future? The answer is definitely no!&lt;br /&gt;Then where is my precious moment the time which I tried to stop and hold on my arms but has passed? Where is the day whose fragrance still makes my life the best one? The more I grow older the more I miss my opportunities to that happiest moment. Each day I woke up with a new responsibility that I hate to do. Does fulfilling my responsibilities makes me a happy person or on breaking them? I hesitate to think. I want to put no pressure on my brain. And from today I promise not to think about the happiest moment of my life but to make each day happier and important. I will try to make every following day the happier that the previous one no matter whatever it costs!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080181054843063133-9005010015745214319?l=ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/9005010015745214319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080181054843063133&amp;postID=9005010015745214319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/9005010015745214319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/9005010015745214319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/2008_09_20_archive.html#9005010015745214319' title='THE HAPPIEST MOMENT OF MY LIFE'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513404713528263425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SHldtg0yMNI/AAAAAAAAAPM/3H1ZTZIeW-I/S220/139136daa94843d69103e9dd23f2b33e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080181054843063133.post-2950810677833556226</id><published>2008-09-15T09:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T22:23:41.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DIMENSIONAL ANALYSIS</title><content type='html'>Physics question involving function of time? Please help, this is urgent.?&lt;br /&gt;The volume of an object as a function of time is V(t)=At^3, where A is some constant.Let L and T denote dimensions of length and time. Determine the dimension of the constant A?&lt;br /&gt;multiple choice answers:&lt;br /&gt;1. L^3 x T^3&lt;br /&gt;2. L^2 / T&lt;br /&gt;3. L / T&lt;br /&gt;4. L^3 / T^3&lt;br /&gt;5. L / T^3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer:&lt;br /&gt;the correct option is 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dimensional analysis:&lt;br /&gt;basically there are three dimensions. 1) dimension of mass (M), 2) dimension of length (L) and dimension of time (T). and all other measurements are converted into these three dimension. as for example in the above question volume. the volume is the product of length, breadth and height which means three units of length. so the dimension of length is used three times i.e L^3. also if you want know about the dimension of force then you hav to break down the force in such a way that it contains either or all or any of the above three dimensions.(also nothing more than the above three)&lt;br /&gt;okay lets find out the dimension of force which wil give a clear idea. first of all you must know all the basic formulae of the term of which you are going to find the dimension.&lt;br /&gt;froce= mass *acceleration&lt;br /&gt;=mass*velocity/ time (since, acceleration=velocity/time)&lt;br /&gt;= mass* (distance/time)*1/time (since,velocity=distance/time)&lt;br /&gt;where distance means lengtth. hence we converted force into mass length and time.&lt;br /&gt;therefore the dimension of force is&lt;br /&gt;= ML/T^2&lt;br /&gt;=MLT^-2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the trick. if u want to knw the dimension of any term then the unit of the term will help alot. As in above case the unit of volume is m^3 which says its dimension is L^3.&lt;br /&gt;i hope its clear to you now. if you still have doubts you can always write to me. i will be more elaboreate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080181054843063133-2950810677833556226?l=ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2950810677833556226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080181054843063133&amp;postID=2950810677833556226&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/2950810677833556226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/2950810677833556226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/2008_09_15_archive.html#2950810677833556226' title='DIMENSIONAL ANALYSIS'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513404713528263425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SHldtg0yMNI/AAAAAAAAAPM/3H1ZTZIeW-I/S220/139136daa94843d69103e9dd23f2b33e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080181054843063133.post-7872071218400431203</id><published>2008-09-13T18:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T11:26:53.596+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='THAT&apos;S MY WIFE'/><title type='text'>THAT'S MY WIFE</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;      Physically fit and healthy emotionally sound, socially well adjusted, mentally stable and psychologically normal are some of the most important traits that i sooth for in my future wife. needless to mention how mhc an individual is ugly, s/he has a quest ot find the prettiest partner in his or her life. thats the human nature and noone can escape from it neither can i.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;      what i hunt for in my soulmate is the 'beauty with brain'. beauty doesnt necessarily mean a figure of 36-24-36 but if its then that would be an added quality. a girl with a parallet structure can also look  beautiful. dark short hair with half grey coloured, pulled over eye lashes, wiht the strong perfumes spreayed all oer the body and wearing a sleeveless shirt on jeans followed by a heavy sandles- i loath these girls more than anyth0ing else. i would love home made rice wine to gillmary or bagpiper.i dont say make up and good looking are unimportant but i the name of making up oneself shouldnt be pouring all the newly invented and imported cosmetics and all the things in th body. the only outcome is awful and horrible. for me a well dressed bright face and a megawatt smile is prety enough to make my day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;            those couples who talk to each ohter instead of talking at each other have the best conjugal life. my dream mate must be understanding, co-operative and skillful. she is the home minister of my family so hse must know about the family management and should be able to handle our sex life efficiently. if she doent know anything about family planning no matter i will teach her. she must be able to provide me any kind of pleasure. she should be able to give better parantage to our child (as i have decided to have only one offspring). if there's one thing that i cant stand its the bad tempered mother. my darling must be sharing her every secrets to me during our private time. she must have faith on me. the formost thing is she must have an everlasting interest on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;             though its very difficult to find a single person with all the qualities i have dicussed i can help my wife develop some of them after the amrriage. for our understanding first of all i must be reliable. the initiatives must be done by me to get the above qualities. over all my life partner must keep in mind not to let me down so that i can say proudly- 'that's my wife.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080181054843063133-7872071218400431203?l=ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SHldtg0yMNI/AAAAAAAAAPM/3H1ZTZIeW-I/S220/139136daa94843d69103e9dd23f2b33e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080181054843063133.post-6026915113047931874</id><published>2008-09-13T18:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T11:26:21.018+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY CONFESSION TO LOVE'/><title type='text'>MY CONFESSION TO LOVE</title><content type='html'>(this poem was written on the request of my friend. hope you like it)&lt;br /&gt;Dont know&lt;br /&gt;how to say and&lt;br /&gt;cant understand&lt;br /&gt;how to spell,&lt;br /&gt;but ,&lt;br /&gt;i know i have to say&lt;br /&gt;if you dont nderstand&lt;br /&gt;my silent adoration&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;i hve to speak&lt;br /&gt;if you dont hear&lt;br /&gt;my heart reverbirating your name&lt;br /&gt;also&lt;br /&gt;i have to tell&lt;br /&gt;if you dont get my bangles chiming for you&lt;br /&gt;my eyes shining to see you and&lt;br /&gt;my earrings dancing infront of you&lt;br /&gt;hence&lt;br /&gt;i have to confess&lt;br /&gt;all from my sould and my heart&lt;br /&gt;at the purity in thoughts&lt;br /&gt;with all these magical words&lt;br /&gt;that i care about you alot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080181054843063133-6026915113047931874?l=ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6026915113047931874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080181054843063133&amp;postID=6026915113047931874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/6026915113047931874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/6026915113047931874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/2008_09_13_archive.html#6026915113047931874' title='MY CONFESSION TO LOVE'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513404713528263425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SHldtg0yMNI/AAAAAAAAAPM/3H1ZTZIeW-I/S220/139136daa94843d69103e9dd23f2b33e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080181054843063133.post-7464006534965384771</id><published>2008-09-13T18:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T11:37:36.634+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ONLY IF I COULD'/><title type='text'>ONLY IF I COULD</title><content type='html'>only if i could-&lt;br /&gt;i would have shown you&lt;br /&gt;how my life changed from rainy to spring&lt;br /&gt;wiht your faint smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would have shown you&lt;br /&gt;how i shifted from vacant to fullness&lt;br /&gt;at your sngle glance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only if i could-&lt;br /&gt;i would hace told you&lt;br /&gt;why did my heart spring up&lt;br /&gt;as i saw you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would have told you&lt;br /&gt;why did my heart pound&lt;br /&gt;as i neared you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only if i could-&lt;br /&gt;i would have explained you&lt;br /&gt;what did i go through&lt;br /&gt;throughtout the whole year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would have explained you&lt;br /&gt;what did i want to confess&lt;br /&gt;at this moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only if i could!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080181054843063133-7464006534965384771?l=ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7464006534965384771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080181054843063133&amp;postID=7464006534965384771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/7464006534965384771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/7464006534965384771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/2008_09_13_archive.html#7464006534965384771' title='ONLY IF I COULD'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513404713528263425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SHldtg0yMNI/AAAAAAAAAPM/3H1ZTZIeW-I/S220/139136daa94843d69103e9dd23f2b33e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080181054843063133.post-8982810112323563505</id><published>2008-09-13T18:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T11:25:12.130+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I MET YOU AGAIN'/><title type='text'>I MET YOU AGAIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;From the loneliness i stood up once more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like in my teens though im old&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after a long wait i get hte sun shine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and its all cause i met you again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sky was neither deep blue before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nor had the laughter breezed with air&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I find the pleasure in the bed of pains&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and its all cause i met you again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love embraces me and sucess on my lap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;irritable i was once now a placid chp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now i feel we are forever friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and its all cause i met you again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;spring has stepped in agter a long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nightingle on the tree wiht love song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life was a hurdle now its plane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and its all cause i met you again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Days are never felt like this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;someone wakes me up wiht a morning kiss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now i have known to me what you mean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and its all cause i met you again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080181054843063133-8982810112323563505?l=ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8982810112323563505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080181054843063133&amp;postID=8982810112323563505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/8982810112323563505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/8982810112323563505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/2008_09_13_archive.html#8982810112323563505' title='I MET YOU AGAIN'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513404713528263425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SHldtg0yMNI/AAAAAAAAAPM/3H1ZTZIeW-I/S220/139136daa94843d69103e9dd23f2b33e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080181054843063133.post-2903613035279783037</id><published>2008-08-20T11:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T11:19:53.296+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIFE ALL TUPSY-TURVEY'/><title type='text'>LIFE ALL TUPSY-TURVEY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;LIFE ALL TUPSY-TURVEY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yes I can see him, through my acute vision and accurate senses. I canfeel him and dive through his veins. There sits on a chair besides hisstudy table, a chap, and a book on his hand, lost not in the book butin his memories; memories of the events that is running through his life.Hi is not disturbed by his brother, aware but careless, who has beenplaying with the media player testing the sound system- the bass,treble and sometimes rock-live-hall etc since he woke up. ‘Who says ajobless person has nothing to do ‘, the boy thinks. The scream of his naughtyand stubborn nephew let the heavy music from his brother’s room down;distracting him from his memories. Oh! What is this? His uncles, in thefaces of vampire, all around him are chanting the words which hecouldn’t understand. They are forcing him to do something which he reallydoesn’t want to do.For a while the boy sits still and then shakes hi shake twice, asign of doing something which he should not be. He reads the paragraph(with a word ‘concentration’ in mind) and at the end realizes hehad read the same for two times, but can’t make head or tail of it. Everyword is blinking but vague like fast mobbing scenes. He remembers hisfriends. I can read his mind addressing them kind and generous. Yeah,I can tell you, he is going through every faces of his friends-Mohan,Kritam, Puskar, Ram, Rohan, and Narayan. Oh! He sees them once more andthe time they had together. ‘What a wonderful friends and the goldenmoment’ the words came out of his voice box and my mind detects-‘the friendswho will never make you feel disappointed’. Gosh, what are these? Leechesall around his body waiting for his permission to suck; as if they knewhe’d give them. The boy desperately turns up the page, with the hope tounderstand latter before getting into former.The chap looks startled a sense of grief in his face, alone in roomall topsy-turvy. He has been unable to do what he wanted. It is almostan hour he has been trying to understand something but couldn’t make itthrough.&lt;br /&gt;Now the boy closes his eyes; he used to do this when he needs peace,but this time he is not going to get this so easily. He has been trapped insuch a situation whose solution is a kind of impossible thing. He findsno alternative than staying calm. ‘But would it work out?’ doubtshe’. Why can’t you do your work later till I finish mine?’ some knownface asks him to give his work a low importance. The boy sees, from hisside, there is no way he’s going to give works a low importance. He oncemore sees (actually he tries to do so) from this person’s side andevaluates his own work but finds in no way his work gets lesser importance. One ofthe works should be started first and both can’t go together, these headsare in no way going to give their works less importance. The situationworsens and everyone fears of rising disputes but the boy pulls his leg back.He speaks no words like a dead the only difference is dead don’t stand.He stands still, calm, listens the clarification of the known face why hiswork is of higher importance. The sound goes weird and echoes for sometimesand disappears.The boy opens his eyes- still in the same page. He thinks the gradeshe is going to get if the situation continues. He is in the race butbeing unable to walk. To the best of his vision he can’t see his colleaguesbut hears their voice fading away in a distance. He tries to run butcrippled by the chains. He remembers each moment he has fallen for somebody. Hehad to give his work a lesser importance and work for others without hisown will.He recalls once his cousin asked him to visit clinic and he went, butthe next day he asked her to go to the shop and she refused. Why thisrefusal so hard to give and take, for him? He can’t understand. He questionsfor long but gets no answer except the reverberation. His whole room is quietbut the wind chimes. His every effort of getting appreciated fails. And this isthe first thing which a person needs-‘getting appreciated’. Yes I readit in a book. A person who has never been appreciated will loose his enthusiasmto live. He suspects his existence and will never try to live the fullest.That is why a child who has been appreciated for good work develops his mindfaster than the one who has been punished for the bad work. By the timeI was recalling the things what the great book writes, the boys getsheavy hearted. He becomes frail. His relatives are dancing over his head andthe parents intoxicated. He tries to talk to them but they turn their face.He is speaking but searches for someone to hear him and he is alone. Helooks around, run for somebody before his mind inhabited by fools, lonelinessand insanity. The struggle continues and he is out of breathing. The timehas come to realize the truth; he is of no use, a burden for the family, anunimportant chap whose existence doesn’t make any difference foranybody. There is no one who cares for him. I was waiting for his tears to rolldown his cheeks when he suddenly pulled down his pillow and turned off thelight. Everywhere darkness and I could no more see the chap.At 7:30 in the morning my mom woke me up and told my coffee isgetting cold. Leaving the bed, I searched my toothbrush that’s when Ipassed the mirror. I returned back in front of the mirror to find thesame chap standing opposite to me with his green toothbrush very muchsimilar to mine.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080181054843063133-2903613035279783037?l=ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2903613035279783037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080181054843063133&amp;postID=2903613035279783037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/2903613035279783037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/2903613035279783037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/2008_08_20_archive.html#2903613035279783037' title='LIFE ALL TUPSY-TURVEY'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513404713528263425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SHldtg0yMNI/AAAAAAAAAPM/3H1ZTZIeW-I/S220/139136daa94843d69103e9dd23f2b33e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080181054843063133.post-1083600075605800290</id><published>2008-08-20T11:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T11:07:23.066+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY LOVE CONFESSION'/><title type='text'>MY LOVE CONFESSION</title><content type='html'>i was,&lt;br /&gt;a self-content man&lt;br /&gt;a dump of pessimistic feelings&lt;br /&gt;and my life was&lt;br /&gt;a boat in the middle of stormy sea&lt;br /&gt;a cactus plant wit thorns all around.&lt;br /&gt;though i was&lt;br /&gt;on my way with enthusiasm lost&lt;br /&gt;all apart from the world&lt;br /&gt;with gloomy face.&lt;br /&gt;i know&lt;br /&gt;love explains ecstasy not agony&lt;br /&gt;and to love is&lt;br /&gt;to find pleasure&lt;br /&gt;in the hapiness of person loved&lt;br /&gt;but i admit to me&lt;br /&gt;love was an open book with difficult comprehensions&lt;br /&gt;and also it was&lt;br /&gt;a laughter to hide tears,&lt;br /&gt;a dream never to be fulfilled.&lt;br /&gt;all these feeling were&lt;br /&gt;till i grew my interest on a star,&lt;br /&gt;twinkling and bright&lt;br /&gt;embellishing my life with roses.&lt;br /&gt;yes that only star taught me the actual defination to love&lt;br /&gt;and here i stand,&lt;br /&gt;accept to dream about someone&lt;br /&gt;now my life springs up with joy enthusiasm&lt;br /&gt;and love in the air&lt;br /&gt;as though&lt;br /&gt;a man finds an oasis in the desert under the scorching sun&lt;br /&gt;every night&lt;br /&gt;i with a dream to that star go to bed&lt;br /&gt;and every morning&lt;br /&gt;awake with a smile&lt;br /&gt;and wish to get that star&lt;br /&gt;and now i must confess that star is you&lt;br /&gt;who provides me the strength to move and brightness that shines&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080181054843063133-1083600075605800290?l=ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1083600075605800290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080181054843063133&amp;postID=1083600075605800290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;BEFORE IT’S TOO LATE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madhyapur thimi, bode, khapala tole- besides being a small world within itself to attract tourists from all over the world by some of its specialties like the tongue piercing jatra and the great Bisket jatra, its customs and traditions have given rise to a burning problem – ‘Alcoholism’ .Though the Newar community has been enriched with its norms and values and gifted a peculiarity by the ancestors, a curse of malpractice has been pasted on its forehead that has made most of the eyes tear. And the curse is non other than ‘Alcoholism’.&lt;br /&gt;Newar festive is an initiation as well as an excuse to drink though peer pressure, imitating the elders; trying to be grown up and being prestigious among the groups are some other contributing factors. Some of their biggest festivals are Mani (Dashain), Gunhipuni and Bisket Jatra. The varieties of dishes they (Newars) serve are mouth watery and delicious. Beaten rice, chhyoyela, pickle, alooz and different forms of meat are some of the foods which u can’t say NO. Along with these dishes, in each and every festival, chhyang (home made rice wine) is a must. Bratabandha is one of the most important ceremonies for the young boys when they are supposed to taste wine. This is their start to the future drunkard.&lt;br /&gt;Khapala tole of bode is a common resident of Newars. Most of the people, here, depends on agriculture which involves working in field under the scorching sun, transporting loads of vegetable on their shoulder and selling them early in the morning and getting back home at mid-days. To carryout all these tiresome works, the only way to recharge their energy is the home made rice wines. This is how their thirst to drink increases. Chhyang is the easily accessible drink and most of the hotels make it available to serve the customers. To this enthusiastic schedule and cool and enjoyable days with friends and drinks, a cloud of sadness has covered these days. Up to now more than a dozen of people have lost their lives with the same symptoms- liver failure, large belly, and decrease in blood pressure.&lt;br /&gt;Residents of khapala tole got an uncertain call which informed Rakesh Dheke, one of the residents, who was rushed to hospital few days before, immediately needs blood. Without delay, some of the people gathered and donated their blood to him but the following day he was declared dead. He left this world leaving his newly wed wife a widow. Similar was the case of Chandra Hari. Some people had gone to donate him blood but he expired. It was those days of Dashain and everyone was filled with happiness and joy. His death could hardly be forgotten both by his family and the relatives. Within a second he turned a fine shining day into a rainy season. Waiting for a whole hour to worship the god Ganesh, the relatives of Chandra Hari, got the information that his deceased body has been taken to Pashupati for funeral. They were shocked might be the greatest shock they ever had.&lt;br /&gt;When I was in fourth standard, I was shocked by the demise of my maternal uncle. As I heard, his death was a mystery. He slept two days without eating anything before he died the third day. Now I am very much sure that his daily intoxication killed him. He used to visit us and each time I would find his both eyes red and body intoxicated. My mom along with my aunts and grandma had tried a lot to convince him but all in vain. Not only he but there are more others who have made their family tear. Rajesh karmi is one of the hotel owners who, besides serving alcohols to his customers, get drunk everyday. He always finds a good reason for his intoxication. He lives with his wife and two small daughters. The couple usually has a row at the end of the day. In spite of his responsibility towards his family, he is happy with his life. His wife and his relatives have been unable to take him on the way. Instead he can argue with anyone.&lt;br /&gt;Alcoholism has become a parasite and is swallowing my village. Many youngsters and aged people frequent the hotel serving chhyang and other alcohols. Whoever has this habit, his relation with the family is cold. Those alcohols fill up the body with energies which are poured into the wives somewhere to the children. A drunkard never waits for a mistake to start an argument. My father has two faces. Whatever he is in the morning can never be the same in the afternoon. Though he never gets intoxicated, he frequently argues with my mother. If he is drunk, he will be making mistakes (waiting for the milk to boil and never notices that it has spilled out – he always does this). We all are tired of telling him that alcohols are bad for health, but who cares! Nobody not even a single drinking man thinks about the families after him. What they think is that the misfortune would never befall on them. They are out of the reach of every evil. But whenever they are at the last stage, they wish to get back into the past and rectify those mistakes they had made. But its too late ….. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080181054843063133-216220527971040743?l=ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/216220527971040743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080181054843063133&amp;postID=216220527971040743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/216220527971040743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/216220527971040743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/2008_07_13_archive.html#216220527971040743' title='BEFORE IT’S TOO LATE'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513404713528263425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SHldtg0yMNI/AAAAAAAAAPM/3H1ZTZIeW-I/S220/139136daa94843d69103e9dd23f2b33e.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SHlcE9qj1TI/AAAAAAAAAPA/HAjJTmorpEA/s72-c/alcoholism-scotch.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080181054843063133.post-1889986320521292800</id><published>2008-07-13T09:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T11:00:38.305+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WHY LOVE HURTS ?'/><title type='text'>WHY LOVE HURTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SHla5yatelI/AAAAAAAAAO4/Ov8-N4YNvc4/s1600-h/hurt_42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222305191745649234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SHla5yatelI/AAAAAAAAAO4/Ov8-N4YNvc4/s320/hurt_42.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHY LOVE HURTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girlfriend once wrote to me:&lt;br /&gt;Love is a patient kind. It is not jealous. Love doesn’t brag and it’s not arrogant. Love doesn’t act unbecomingly. It doesn’t seek its own way. It is not provoked. Love doesn’t take into account the wrong suffered. It doesn’t rejoice in unrighteousness but rejoice in truth. Love bears all things, believes every thing, hopes and endures all things and I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What she said about the lines was, she copied it from a book, which I don’t know the name, and sent it to me hoping that I would love it. I liked it then may be because I love her and everything she does but when I turned out the page and read it and tried to analyze the abstract of what's written, I realized the depth in the words. It happened to me one fine morning when I woke up and missed her a lot. I tried and collected all the things that remind me of her the most and that time I came through these lines once again. I was hurt, upset and something inside me was definitely not feeling well as I think about her. If I said I cried some lonely nights thinking about her missing those big sparkling eyes and cute face, it wouldn’t be a lie. But as I dived into the words with my girl in my mind most part of me believed everything written, though some part of me tried to oppose, and, as they say to believe is to heal, I started feeling of being reconciled to some extend.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in an emotional rapport with Nina for 10 months and as in every relationship we started through happiness and laughter. Those times we believed and still do, all the joy and excitement we have ever dreamt of is coming true. With honesty in our heart and innocence in our soul, we expressed our love promised to be together and believed that nothing is going to stop us from loving each other. Together we cherished our love and felt happy and secured and loved more each day. As we grew our interest more we started missing each other a lot. From the happiness we started to move towards pain but yet didn’t stop believing each other. I must say we chose to move towards pain as every lover does.&lt;br /&gt;Love hurts. This is probably the only thing that each lover agree about, may it be those who have lost their love or those who have their loved ones in their arms. For those who have experienced tragedy, deception and rebuffs in love there is no need of superfluous explanation required why love hurts. But for those who have their loved one still feel hurt and their heart filled with pain in different occasions.&lt;br /&gt;The initial feeling of pain starts when one can’t find his/her loved one each time needed. The pain intensifies each time we miss our love, each time we think abut him/her and all those time we spend together. We are jealous each time our love talks about next person. We are jealous even if we know how much we both adore each other. May be we are unsecured of our love or it’s simply because we need each other the most. I was very jealous when Nina talked about that man though I stayed silent and tried to swallow the hurt feelings but I couldn’t. I wanted to tell her but different questions kept buzzing my mind – will she be mad at me if I say I am jealous?? What if she didn’t understand?? And so on. I told her-“I'm sorry but when you talked about that man I’m really jealous.” I didn’t expect but she understood. It’s very difficult to fight with jealousy alone. What I have learnt is to be honest and tell our partner else choose to live in dissatisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At early stage of love, all the lovers prefer to give more time to the loved ones. This is the time when lovers try to show how much they need each other in every step of life. As the time passes, the lovers grow more confident and understand each other more. Even if we make a mistake we are confident that our love is definitely going to understand us because we believe each other so much that one never thinks the other will lie. But as the time passes slowly it seems like we are giving less time to our love though it’s not true. We never stop asking questions to ourselves- Is s/he getting so busy that s/he doesn’t have time for me?? Has his/her feelings changed?? Or am I changing that’s why she/he stopped giving me time?? And many more. The questions never stop bothering us making us feel pain and hurt feelings. We even try to fight with these feelings each time we are near to our loved ones not getting the appropriate way to ask them. Those who dare but fail to ask it properly may also suffer to live in loneliness forever but thanks to Nina she always understands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to mention when we love someone what matters most to us is the happiness of the person loved. We never step back to sacrifice ourselves, as my Nina always does, to get a single glimpse of smile on our loved one. Its like we can fight with the whole world to make our partner feel secure but still we feel pain thinking about what if ……. This?? What if ……..that?? What if I can’t make her happy? What if I complicate her life by making her a part of me? What if I couldn’t give her all the love and care she deserves? What if my love is hurting her? How long would our happiness last? What if something happen to me and cant be with her forever??’&lt;br /&gt;Every lover is always haunted by these deceptive and insignificant questions, fatal questions as the Russian dramatist and short story writer Anton Chekhov defines in his story “About love”. As he describes love is usually poeticized, embellished with roses, nightingales and all those charming things that a person wishes for but most of the time we embellish our love with fatal questions- those questions which are never answered. When we are in love, we never stop asking ourselves whether it is honorable or dishonorable, sensible or stupid, what this love will lead to and so on. If that’s a good thing or not I don’t know but that is a hindrance and a source of dissatisfaction and irritable, of that I’m certain. He concluded as when we love, we must either, in our reasoning about love, start form what is higher, more important than happiness or unhappiness, sin or virtue in their usual meanings or we must not reason at all. Love doesn’t happen for a reason. You never know when you fall in love and as we love we accept all the pains it has. Its not love that hurts, we hurt ourselves but we need to realize how needless and petty and deceptive is all that hinders us from loving each other. We must understand each other, we must cry together as we laugh together and this is what all about love- being able to smile and tear together. And still when everything seems so wrong, at the end of the day, don’t think about what separates you; focus on what holds you together!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080181054843063133-1889986320521292800?l=ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1889986320521292800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080181054843063133&amp;postID=1889986320521292800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/1889986320521292800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080181054843063133/posts/default/1889986320521292800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ram-fragmentsofmylife.blogspot.com/2008_07_13_archive.html#1889986320521292800' title='WHY LOVE HURTS'/><author><name>Ram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00513404713528263425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SHldtg0yMNI/AAAAAAAAAPM/3H1ZTZIeW-I/S220/139136daa94843d69103e9dd23f2b33e.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x5FdcGgFn2w/SHla5yatelI/AAAAAAAAAO4/Ov8-N4YNvc4/s72-c/hurt_42.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
