There is a statue of Bhimeshwor in Charikot, Dolakha. The statue is unique in that it can excrete bodily fluids. Sweat, at least. The statue sweats in anticipation of some impending doom – mostly some misfortune to be visited upon the royal family but not limited to it. Last time it sweated was during the April Uprising. Before that, it was the royal massacre.
Who would have thought that at 84, Girija still has enough sex appeal to seduce all the major parties, including the excessively macho Maoists. But no doubt he does. After several rounds of courting at Baluwataar, Prachanda was fawning and Madav Nepal drooling. They rubbed their hands like lecherous men and nodded to everything our […]