I am very much thankful to my brother and friend Mr. Ranam Adhikari for sending such a very worthy article which represents the commom situation of most of the people in our country.
I don’t have a delusion of grandeur. I know my limits - I am the hoi polloi. I don’t understand the obfuscations and rarefied esoteric jargons of your politics but don’t gullibly succumb to complete apathy and swallow your porky pies; hook, line and sinker. One need not know the whole rigamarole of body anatomy to say that he has a headache. Your placebo isn’t gonna work on muggins here because I am not in the habit of feigning anything, the artifice you are wizard at.
I, the hoi polloi: By Ranam Adhikari
Published July 17, 2008 Aritcles , Guest Column , Literature 1 CommentTags: hoi polloi
True story. Office Humor:
After 2 years of selfless service, a man realized that he has not been promoted, no transfer, no salary increment, no commendation. So he decided to walk up to his HR Manager. His manager looked at him, smiled and asked him to sit down saying: ‘My friend you have not worked here for even a single day.’ The man was surprised to hear this, but the manager went on to explain.
Manager: How many days are there in a year?
Man: 365 days and sometimes 366.
Manager: How many hours make up a day?
Man: 24 Hours.
I have received it in my Mail:
1. Cocktail lounge, Norway:
LADIES ARE REQUESTED NOT TO HAVE CHILDREN IN THE BAR.
2. At a Budapest zoo:
PLEASE DO NOT FEED THE ANIMALS.
IF YOU HAVE ANY SUITABLE FOOD, GIVE IT TO THE GUARD ON DUTY.
3. Doctor’s office in Rome:
SPECIALIST IN WOMEN AND OTHER DISEASES.
The dream of Nepali People is fulfilled. Nepal has become Republican. Let’s cheers and wish for the best of our New Nepal, “Ganatantra Nepal”.
A Story of Friendship
Published May 23, 2008 Love and Emotional Attachments , Some very impressive to me , Stories 1 CommentTags: Friendship
A story tells that two friends were walking
through the desert. During some
point of the journey they had an argument, and
one friend slapped the other one in the face.The one who got slapped was hurt,
but without saying anything, wrote in the sand:
through the desert. During some
point of the journey they had an argument, and
one friend slapped the other one in the face.The one who got slapped was hurt,
but without saying anything, wrote in the sand:
TODAY MY BEST FRIEND
SLAPPED ME IN THE FACE.
SLAPPED ME IN THE FACE.
Ant & Grasshopper (I have recieved it in my mail. I found it interesting so i post it in my blog)
The Ant works hard in the withering heat all summer
building its house and laying up supplies for the winter.
The Grasshopper thinks the Ant is a fool and laughs &
dances & plays the summer away.
Come winter, the Ant is warm and well fed. The
Grasshopper has no food or shelter so he dies out in
the cold.
Modern Version Continue reading ‘Ant & Grasshopper’
Love is a Fallacy : Max Shulman
Published May 16, 2008 Some very impressive to me , Stories 4 CommentsTags: Love is a Fallacy
I have read this story some years ago and still i love to read it from time to time. It is nice to read and it has given some interesting logics. Many of you may have read this and who don’t have, i hope you do not miss the chance. Read it sincerely you will be refreshed. In my case, i have to read it more than 3 times to get properly understood. But, till today i have read it a lots of time. Hope you will be enjoyed.
Cool was I and logical. Keen, calculating, perspicacious, acute and astute—I was all of these. My brain was as powerful as a dynamo, precise as a chemist’s scales, as penetrating as a scalpel. And—think of it!—I only eighteen.
It is not often that one so young has such a giant intellect. Take, for example, Petey Bellows, my roommate at the university. Same age, same background, but dumb as an ox. A nice enough fellow, you understand, but nothing upstairs. Emotional type. Unstable. Impressionable. Worst of all, a faddist. Fads, I submit, are the very negation of reason. To be swept up in every new craze that comes along, to surrender oneself to idiocy just because everybody else is doing it—this, to me, is the acme of mindlessness. Not, however, to Petey.
John Blanchard stood up from the bench, straightened his Army uniform, and studied the crowd of people making their way through Grand Central Station. He looked for the girl whose heart he knew, but whose face he didn’t, the girl with the rose. His interest in her had begun thirteen months before in a Florida library. Taking a book off the shelf he found himself intrigued, not with the words of the book, but with the notes penciled in the margin. The soft handwriting reflected a thoughtful soul and insightful mind. In the front of the book, he discovered the previous owner’s name, Miss Hollis Maynell. With time and effort he located her address. She lived in New York City. He wrote her a letter introducing himself and inviting her to correspond.
From the last few weeks, there has been playing something different kinds of feelings inside me. My heart and mind is not being able to get control over them. Those feelings are trying to take me some other where. They are disturbing my works and study. Actually, they are trying to disturb my every personal and professional thing. They are trying to take me far from my dream met. They are trying to take me away from my family and friends. They are trying to change my dream life and they are trying to disturb my plans and ambitions which I have been thinking from the last many years.
Happy Valentine’s Day, 2008
Published February 14, 2008 Love and Emotional Attachments , love 3 CommentsTags: love, Valentine's Day
First of all, i like to say a Very Happy Valentine’s Day and then after sorry for being out of the blogging world.
After a long time gap, i entered into the world of blogging again. Now, i hope to continue blogging again with the same enthusiasm as before. I know that there is no excuse of saying the lack of time, business, study, blah blah blah. It’s all because of nothing more than my laziness. Continue reading ‘Happy Valentine’s Day, 2008′
Life isn’t about keeping score. It’s not about how many friends you have. Or how accepted you are. Not about if you have plans this weekend or if you’re alone.
It isn’t about who you’re dating, who you used to date, how many people you’ve dated, or if you haven’t been with anyone at all. It isn’t about who you have kissed, it’s not about sex.
If your father is a poor man,
It is your fate but,
If your father-in-law is a poor man,
It’s your stupidity
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Behind every successful man, there is a woman, And behind every unsuccessful man, there is too .………………………………………………………………………………..
A must readable article by Rewati Raman Dhakal, Biratnagar
“Nepal is one of the poorest country in the globe”. I knew this when I was in primary school. “Untouchability, poverty and disparities I see when I was in secondary level”. I found Nepal under debt a decade before in newspaper. But I didn’t paid concern because I was indulged in my solo business study, searching job, doing job. Continue reading ‘“You Are Behind”’
Life and Struggle-Author Unknown
Published June 28, 2007 Some very impressive to me , Stories 3 CommentsA man found a cocoon of an emperor moth. He took it home so that he could watch the moth come out of the cocoon.
On the day a small opening appeared, he sat and watched the moth for several hours as the moth struggled to force the body through that little hole. Then it seemed to stop making any progress. It appeared as if it had gotten as far as it could and it could go no farther. It just seemed to be stuck. Continue reading ‘Life and Struggle-Author Unknown’
Everywhere, every seconds, there seems some people are being killed, some are being beaten, some are being dominated and some are being compelled to live under the threats. The real meaning of love and peace has been changing day by day and going to be removed from the dictionaries. All the people are becoming more selfish day by day. No one has the feelings of respect towards others. Everyone seems to want more than others and all the time he seems running towards the destination which has no end. Even in the families, there is no any proper understanding between the family members. Individuality is growing everywhere. If any one says that he loves somebody by heart than there rise suspect behind his motive. The movies like “American Beauty” of Hollywood, “Metro” of Bollywood etc. are the lively example of today’s’ world. Continue reading ‘A Time to Love’
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