Tower Bridge, Central London
Tower Bridge is a combined bascule and suspension bridge in London, England over the River Thames. It is close to the Tower of London, which gives it its name. It has become an iconic symbol of London and is sometimes mistakenly called London Bridge, though London Bridge is in fact the next […]

Ashish Adhikari
There are some times and places in life that you just don’t forget. For me, Akagera National safari in Rwanda is one of those places. This is a story of the time I went to the park with 13 other friends of the family and what I saw can’t be easily described by words.
 
It […]

As the evening draws towards night, the sight in the western skies always haunts me. The big red ball of sun sinking slowly down the skyline turning the sky, clouds and ambience red brings back the vivid memories of my childhood. When I was a little kid, every item in the neigbourhood was a mystery […]

 Link to Part1: http://www.everestuncensored.org/?p=1293
After walking across the tarmac, we went into the Arrival building, which wasn’t very welcoming. There were two duty free shops (both selling alcohol and cigarettes) and it was very dim and humid. I shrugged the bad condition of the terminal off and proceeded to wait in the line. After clearing immigration, […]

When I was in high school (grades 8, 9 and 10), one of the things that I did that many students of my level did not do was delivering political speeches for large crowds in colleges and schools. I used to lead groups of students during political uprisings and deliver intense anti-Panchayat (one party royal […]

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Memories of Days Past
Memories of Days Past – II
Memories of Days Past – III
Memories of Days Past – IV
Memories of Days Past – V
Following the winter break of fifty days, regular classes of grade ten resumed in full swing and with it crept in the haunting fear of S.L.C. I wanted to […]

Links to Earlier Posts
Memories of Days Past
Memories of Days Past – II
Memories of Days Past – III
In Grade 8, for the first time in my life, I joined school right on time for the academic year. In earlier grades, I always used to be one or two months late. A lot of talented and competitive […]

“Good morning ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking.” The clear voice over the broadcast wakes me from my uneasy slumber. “We have been very fortunate with good strong tail winds all the way across the Pond and are ahead of schedule. We hope to be landing in fifteen minutes but as you know, […]

Big, pink and loud. Unmistakably American. I met Josh in the transit lounge in Delhi. Josh, not his real name of course, is trying to sleep on the row of seats behind me. I can hear he is uncomfortable. I am too. The hand rests won’t fold and the backrest is too low. Josh curses […]

Some of the conversations you had with people leave indelible imprints in your mind. This was one of them.
Around ten years back, I was in a conference in Germany, where I met a guy from Netherlands. He asked shaking my hand, “What is your name?”
I answered, “Amar and yours”.

यो अमेरिकामा- भाग २
कन्फरेन्सको शिलशिलामा चार दिन वासिङ्टन डि सि मा पश्चिमी खाना खांदा खांदा मलाई दाल भात खान निकै तलतल लागि रहेको थियो ! सांझको ब्याङ्क्वेट डिनर छाडेर कनेक्टिक आभेन्यू छिचोल्दै म डुपोण्ट सर्कल पुगेर चाईनीज, जापानीज, कोरीयन जहां भात भेट्छु त्यहि खान्छु भनेर खोज्दा खोज्दै एउटा ईन्डीएन रेष्टूरां भित्र छिरें !
भित्रको डेकोर देख्दा […]

“ए तपाई नेपाली हो?” पछाडीबाट मेरो कांधमा हात हाल्दै एउटा आवाजले सोध्यो ! रेलमा सिधै कांध माथी हात हालेकोमा अनौठो लागेको थियो तर मैले “हो” भनें !
“ए बडा खुशी लाग्यो, मेरो नाम “राम” ! यो अमेरिकांमा पनि रेड, ग्रीन लाईनको रेलमा टन्न नेपाली भेटिदो रहेछ ! हिजो अस्ती नि भेटें ! नेपाली केटीहरु रहेछन् ! […]

I wrote this in 2004.
Place: a Library in Boston
Duration: 30-45 minutes
I was trying hard to study for my exams in a public library . A pretty girl probably in her twenties came and sat in front of the table where I sat.
I could not stop looking at her and you may want to call it […]

First four years of my Kathmandu stay was in my aunt’s (Phupu’s) house in Dilli Bazar. During the final days of grade five, my aunt’s husband passed away and it was difficult time for all of us. As per brahmin tradition we were not supposed to see her until after a year of her husband’s […]

After my second grade exams, I went back to my village. Back then we used to do sugarcane farming. Sugarcane harvesting would start sometime in December and would continue till February/March. For those two or three months, we used to stay overnight in the farm. We slept in the farm house (a temporary cottage, of […]