1. They tweet like celebrity : most of the time you don’t understand what they are tweeting about. Only themselves or their close peers know.

2. They tweet less chat much: most of the tweets are personal conversation.

3. They have knowledge deficit: you don’t get nothing from their tweets. They don’t talk about ideas, knowledge, information, innovation, creativity or any other crazy things. Most of tweets are about everyday prattles.

4. They don’t help: you ask where is the best place in Kathmandu for a nice dinner or you ask about coolest android device in the town. You don’t get goddamn answer because people don’t help you or people are not able to help you.

5. People have very very close or limited circle: almost everybody knows of everybody. That means they have lots of prejudiced opinion.

6. People don’t know about technology: they use technology but they don’t talk about it and they don’t want to extend their knowledge. They don’t tweet about their experience, troubleshooting, tips n tricks, except some ‘social media experts’ sharing some of the Mashable links.

7. They tweet for the sake of tweeting: They just tweet because they think tweeting makes them cool

I was born as a typical Nepali street dog, somewhere near Chitwan National Park. I do not remember my birthday. But my god-parents have given me a birthday.

January 11, 2012 was just another cold night in Saurha. Restaurants were crowded with tourists, there were music, alcohol, food, and fire. Nobody would see me or care me. I lost my parents. I was trying to live with thrown leftovers and whatever I could find to eat. I had wounds, scratches and lots of leeches all over my body.

Life was a misery. And I had stopped crying. For few days I cried a lot but nobody cared.

Suddenly some boys and girls came and picked me just to say hello. They held me for few minutes on their warm lap. Later they tried to leave me where they found me earlier, near a restaurant in the beach. They thought that I belong to the restaurant owner.

But the restaurant owner did not allow them to leave me there, claiming that I do not belong to them. Those 4 guys did not have any option except taking me with them. Finally they did. And I was happy. Because I had already thought they were good; the way they handled me. Nobodoy (I mean no human being) carried me like that earlier in my life.

First they gave me lots of milk and bread to eat. I never got that much food to eat. I spent that night in a warm hotel room. The next day I flied to Kathmandu with one of them.

I am happy now. But there are so many other abandoned street dogs in my place. I hope people would treat them humanely.

And yes, I know that Mark Zuckerberg has got a dog named Beast. She has got a facebook page with more than 400 thousand likes. One of my god parents thought why not create a facebook page for me too? So.. I am here. Like me 😛

Follow the link to like me: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Sabika/284839254908360?sk=wall

A day off from office, I am fighting with the lazy day in my flat outside the ring road. Ring road is a 20 miles long road that surrounds this crowded city. It has also helped the expansion of the crowd of the city. Ring road has been a status symbol for the neo urban people of this city. So where do you live? Somebody would ask me. I would say sukedhara….hmm what dhara? Is it inside or outside ring road? People inside the ring road think there is no Kathmandu outside ring road. New people who want to settle in kathmandu or want to begin their business prefer to be not far from ring road,

In recent years the real estate business in Kathmandu has taken it’s being in unprecedented way…..I will continue later.

I am starting this note again nearly after 5 hours. It is the last week of February. It started raining all of sudden. There is this roof of tin over the ladder of this house. And the rain fall on the tin is creating a loud music of drum. Well, just before i started writing this i was standing at the door, watching a plane in the middle of the cloud. The angle and rotation of this small domestic airline hinted me that it was about to land on the runway, which is not so far from this place. I was wondering how pilot would tackle the rain and all other challenging weather.

To be honest, I have many times thought about seeing a plane crashing down live. That’s why i watch each and every planes in the sky when i hear it’s sound. I have a big interest in airplanes since my childhood, so my small brother had.

I think, I was in grade five or six and my brother was three years younger than me. In my hometown, about 30 miles south of Kathmandu, we rarely saw airplanes. In a fine weather, we used to see small images of aircraft flying very high on the sky. We, along with other children if my age would run on the street, watching over the sky and saying ‘airplane…..airplane’

My small brother always used to ask me a question, ‘dai, how does airplane fly?’ poor me, i had no answer. In our government school we were taught abcd at the fourth grade, how could i know how does an airplane fly? We did not have google at that time, we did not have television at that time, the only media we did have access to was radio Nepal, on which i remember i only used to listen patriotic songs and news.

But the question of my brother was not going to stop. Whenevr we saw airplane in the sky, he started asking the same question, ‘how does airplane fly’.

Later, i started to cook my own answer. I used to tell him that, inside a airplane there is a big gear kind of thing, when the pilot takes the gear forward, the plane goes forward,, when the pilot pulls the gear upward the plane comes up and so on…..thank god my brother never asked what happens to the plane when the gear is pulled back.

My random how does stuff work proved somehow to be true, i kinda knew later in my life, how does airplane work.

1. I never use paid Antivirus: It’s not because that I can not afford them. But because I do not trust them. I believe free antivirus softwares are as powerful as the paid ones. Currently I am using Microsoft security essentials for my not “Genuine” windows 7 PC.

2. I never safely remove hardware: I do not go to the task bar, click a small removable disk icon over there and eject it safely. Or Some people do it more longer way, they double click it and they see a list of devices and they click stop working or something like that. But I just remove the device like pen drive and my camera or memory card. I don’t know why I preferred this method, but I am always in hurry.

3. I rarely shutdown my computer properly. I just press the power button or remove the main power supple when I don’t want to use my computer anymore.

the world outside the window of my room is beautiful, the panorama is wide, weather is not clear but the vision. I have been transferred to a new room with a new window infront of my desk. Time matters when we talk about intimacy, I had started loving that room, that window and the vision outsides from there, but now it seems as everything is strange for me, as it is the first day in my office. I was in previous room since the time I joined this office, it was nearly 8 or more months ago, the room is in fourth floor and has window facing the south. I used see the blue sky that has plunged into the walls of mountains, that I guess Fulchoki and Chandragiri mountain. I rarely used to open the window slider in my early days. But the intensification of the heat in the mid summer evoked me to open the windows all the time when I am in that room. Sometimes, I spend scores of times staring outside that window and enjoying the moments. Sometimes life was beautiful from that window and sometimes it was too horrible, The window was a best company for me, in the silent morning, at dusty and nonsense night. While peeping through that window I usually saw the conflict between nature and the concrete jungle .

years ago,
I met a stranger
I accompanied her,
we had different eyes
But, the same set of dreams
the way we smiled was different
But how we cried was same

On an anonymous day
I found myself alone with cold heart
I was not with her,
I touched myself
I was dreamless
I wandered,
she forgot me or I forgot her
Finally I knew we forgot the dreams

Three years later,
The stranger is back in town
on a delighted dusk.
Destiny docked with the same sets of dreams
that we had forgotten years ago
I wish this night not to be over………..

8/22/2005, 7:34 AM

you are the gentle breeze, that comes with the flavor of dry soil far from the desert on a fevered day of April 23rd, kisses me and blows away, coz u have to be blown through a violin this eve at the Sandisco Party to make an enchanted melody, tomorrow morning u will have to depart towards the garden village to say ‘hi’ to a red rose which is waiting to be shared with two lovers, I fear the day after tomorrow you will have to go back to heaven to call the summer. I don’t know whether you will come back to me or not, whether you will kiss me or not……..but I am still waiting for the smell of dry soil on the April 23rd and will be waiting forever………………………