crazyy

My days go by in waves.

Life has been odd lately. Up and down, in and out, it's crazy. Things taking in a complete different mode… completely unexpected… and completely unfair. I wish there were something to say about it…. Something is really … suffocating to the mind.

Friday afternoon, I am at school trying to recuperate my last piece of brains to do some Finance. I just finished my Operational Management class. This week has been tough, and so will the next week and the week after next. With the semester almost coming to an end and all the presentation, Finals and case write up lined up, it is absolutely chaotic.

Plan for this weekend… Studying… Absolutely studying.Corporate Finanace, Operational Management, Law and the case write is all waiting for me next week.

Last weekend, even though I was in School until 2:00 in the afternoon on Saturday, the evening was quite pleasant. Sahilendra dai, Pras and I, we went to “Tanjore” for dinner and then later at night, enjoyed the long waited movie, “The Namesake.” I was very satisfied with the movie. Unlike other movies, (Da Vinci code, The Scarlet Letter, The house of Spirits) where the movie is completely distrorted from the book, the namesake had lots of resemblance to the main plot of the book. It was very nicely done. Apparrently, the author Jhumpa Lahiri herlself is in the movie, I only realised it after the movie ended. Pras really like it as well.

Yesterday, I had the chance to attend the talk titled “US-Pakistani Relations” by Mahmud Ali Durrani, the current Pakistani Ambasaddor to the U.S and yes, I did shake his hand and had a brief talk with him after the event.

“What is your perspective on the coup regime by General Musharef” was my question to him?” which unfortunately was answered in a very ambiguious way?

Why was the coup d’etat successful in Pakistan and why it failed in Nepal? I am still confused?

I just don't get it.

Saw the video " Night in Bhopal" in our law class. Such a hearbreaking video. I am glad I am going to partake in Amnesty's demonstration this year as well.. Those culprits needs to get jailed.......

There are many things on my mind lately .

Why is it so difficult to get something that you really want?? Why?

Royal Ghost

I finished the “Royal Ghost.” I have always enjoyed reading books by Samrat Upadhyay. This is also one of my favorite books.. and how can I forget our very own Guru of Love? This is his third book I have read so far and I have to be blatantly honest that the more, the more I become fan of his writing styles. So vivid and so descriptive.

Amongst all the books I have read, if I were to rank, I would pick Herman Hesse, Samrat Upadhyaya and Kiran Desai as powerful writers. If anyone was to examine my choice, upon a quick glance, they would realize that they are all foreign authors. I sometimes ponder if I have been biased on making this judgment. Humbly speaking, I enjoy reading books by foreign authors as oppose to the American ones. This does not mean that I do enjoy reading them---I guess, I am more inclined to the foreign authors.

I do have couple of favorite ones like “To kill a mocking bird, Catcher in the Rye, 1984, A room with a view, Native Son…”—to name a few .However, I have to confess that lately I have been more attracted to the foreign authors. Maybe cause I can relate more to them. For instance in Namesake by Jhumpa Lahiri, I could relate a lot to myself and my family when I first moved to Japan... the new culture, the new school, the new place... In addition to empathizing with the characters, the readers also get to comphrehend a new global perspective from the authors. In Kite Runner, I learned a lot about the Taliban Regime and the Phustuns tribe which I could relate to when I was watching the movie “Kabul Express..”which might not have been possible had I not read the bool. This movie by the way is an excellent one.

Royal Ghost is an amalgamation of short stories. It talks a lot about the Maobadi situation so I am guessing Samrat has used recent time for the Setting. Chintamani’s woman is one of my favorite stories out of that collection. The coincidence I must add is that Chintamani is the name of my granddad as well. However, to my surprise, the story here in about a 23 year old boy. The story bears the stamp of Samrat’s lucid, illustrative and discriptive prose. Characters are familiar, so are the milieu– Kathmandu and its vicinity. Reading the book is like wandering in the streets of Kathmandu.Another Story that really hit me hard was " The Refugee."

Refugee is a story about Pitamber, a good father figure who volunteers his house as a refuge for a poor woman from the country and her daughter, who had lost most of their family to Maoist violence. They are traumatized. Pitamber has to manage his unruly teenage son and also fend off gossip that perhaps he’s taken a “second wife.” Sadly, this is how our society is like .... filled with gossip.

In other news….. the World cup Cricket. I am not a follower at all, however, this morning’s NPR news caught my attention. What happened to the Coach Bob Woolmer? How did he die and what happened to the Pakistani team? The coach has been strangled says the New York Post. What a tragedy during the World cup.

The sky is patterned in the sky, and the moon’s sickle floating in the blue like a boat. I would like to wonder the world like a child, wide awake and open to my surrounding and free from mistrust.

(By the way, I wrote this blog on Friday afternoon.. was bit lazy to post it right then therefore, here I am uploading it, after 2 days. :) Weekend was fun. I need a new post for that.)

Back to School

Spring break is over.

I'm not sure if it’s a sign of me getting older, or how busy life gets at school, but time is zooming by a ludicrous speed.

We did manage to New York to visit the newly wedded sister and brother-in law. They got back from Nepal about 3 weeks ago.. . I was really excited ... excited that the snow had finally stopped. It really was a going to be a very short visit but I was very much looking forward to it ...... Surprisingly, because of the snow, the road was completely deserted which made the drive a hassle free one. Imagine getting stuck in the Traffic on Saturday afternoon.. Ugghh.. After picking my cousin, we headed to the Nepali restaurant called “Yak” in Jackson Height. The place reminded me so much like restaurant back home.. They even had a singer who sang beautiful Hindi and Nepali songs and on top of that, the momo was simply de-licioous..!!

We also got to meet and had a wonderful lunch with Pushkar dai and his wife. Pras gets really excited meeting with his old friends. I still am very amazed by the connection and the friendship he has with his old friends.The Budhanilkantha connection I suppose. :)

In sum, the LongIsland trip was really nice. I really got to cherish my old Ktm memories back which definetly is a priceless moment.

Now back to school…

I grew apprehensive as I entered by Finance class yesterday. The Grueling ordeal was finally about to end. My heart almost skipped a beat…. I got my paper back. Not good at all. But I passed… Man... after all that studying.. Got to study more…

This week:

I have a case write up in Marketing, which I need to work extra hard. Then I have the law exam… and then the finance one the following weekend. And all the looming presentation… Boy oh boy!! I gotta really work hard.

In class today, we did the PriceWaterHouseCoopers’s Knowledge Curve case study. I was up until 12 doing the write up and getting up this morning was hard. On the other hand, the case was really interesting. The whole topic of “Portal Integration,”“ Knowledge Curve.” I had no idea until yesterday that IBM had actually bought the PriceWaterHouse Consulting after the spin off..…. very very interesting!

I better get back to my work. I would at least try to finish the “British Airways” case for my IT class and my stomach in GROWLING…...

Oh did I mention that I am one of the e-board members for the Women in Business club at Suffolk :)

gaze the no'reaster :)

The last day of my Spring break today ends with FOUR letter word? SNOW! ARGH!

Just as I was thinking about the beautiful weather this week which has put me in the best moods of late, this happens!! After a day this week where we were in the 70s, we have a snow.....and that too on the weekend. My only hope is that the past few days were warm enough that it won't stick for long.

And the timing isn't very good.

We are planning to drive down to NY tomorrow to meet our newly married cousin and her husband. I really hope we can go.. I am really excited to meet her. Snow Snow go away.....

The annoying Noreaster!!! Arghhh..

Happenings-wise:

Even though it's the holidays—aka spring break, I'm trying to stay on top of my work. I had my internship interview yesterday… the second interview which went quite smoothly. It is still quite early for the fall internship, but I am trying to make a bit of a head start.

After the interview, I decided to go to MFA. The Museum of Fine Arts in Boston.

When I got to the museum, surprisingly enough there were fire brigade lined outside the building and everyone was out in the garden. I humbly asked one of the staff members, “Fire in the roof” was her quick reply.

Her calmness made me conclude that it was not anything serious. Upon waiting for 20 minutes, we were allowed inside the museum. Thank god!! After making a detail inquiry, I found out that it was a small fire in the new building they were expanding. I was extremely happy that they had let us all in

I love Museums…… simply cannot put more emphasis on the word LOVE!! I cannot spend whole day, but I can spend good amount of time, if I really enjoy the piece. Strolling down the isle, looking at Manet, Monet, Renoir and all the mixture of Impressionist, Post-Impressionist art with a additional flavour of Egyptian Art was a thrill for me. The main purpose of the visit was to look the “Paris Fashion collection.” It was really nice. They had the little collection by Chanel, Dior, Valentino, and Yoji Yamamoto to name a few. It truly was a depiction of the “"the democratization of fashion."

The incomprehensive clothing exquisitely crafted indeed was very breathtaking... very much like the actual "Runway" you see on Fashion channels. (Since I have never been to the real one, I am making the basis of the judgment on my knowledge of Fashion TV.) Without my realization, I had actually spent almost an hour and half studying the beautiful dresses on the mannequins, which I so hoped were real models. In sum, yesterday was a great museum day for me.

Saw the movie Departed. Great movie. to me, the most exciting part was when Matt Damon says he wants to go to Suffolk ( my school) to get a one year law degree.

Just a while ago I eased back the curtains and saw the continuous snowfall… moving furiously, west to east. I went in my room, put on my shoes, and found my camera. Click click…..I manage to take couple of quick shots!.. including this one of our bikes... which sadly is completely covered in white snow.

Pras is back from work early.

Right now, I have the blinds open. Sipping the hot soup while enjoying the mixture of white snow and the smooth jazz is simply AMAZING!

Quickly reflecting on my dream-- I had a nice dream about my granddad and my great grand mum.

Oh—Happy Saint Patty’s day tomorrow!!

Reading wise, I have started “the Royal Ghost.”

Work

I have been busy working for my professor's research all morning. The perfect Spring break for me would have been lying in front of the TV or reading books all day. However, I am stuck with work.

I am getting nutts. That is for sure. It's almost 2:30 in the afternoon and I have been in this position since early morning. Such are the vageries of life.. :)

Lot needs to be done before Friday.

I still have to study my Finance and law class... Biggg presentation on the way.

In the meatime, here are few of my favourite songs by Prasanna. I occasionaly do get the liberty of enjoying his melodious voice :)

1. Song 1 (Sanjha ko Jun sangai )
2. Song 2 (Timrai Ash Ma)
3. Song 3 ( Timrai Aagman ko )

Enjoy!!

spring break

I am reasonably happy today.

Reason = Spring break… very simple equation :)

I am reminiscing my college old days…..Those college days. I had made my FIRST trip to Boston during my sophomore year Spring break in 2001, and I had fallen in Love with place then. Little did I know that I was going to be in Boston in Future, but then, I really had hoped of getting a job after my graduation in Boston. And Voila, here I am..

Weekend was a relaxed one.

On Saturday, after a good brunch at Sahilendra dai’s and Sanjay’s place, we managed to go for a quick drive. Pras also managed to see his role model, Vinod Khosla’s speech at the Energy seminar in MIT. Since last few weekends had been overloaded with homework’s, I completely wanted to relax this weekend. We rented “Babul,” which was an Ok movie. I still have to finish the last bit.

Sunday was nice, mainly because of the weather. Sagar dai and Jasmeen had come to our place. It was nice seeing them after such a long time. I really have been out of loop because of school. Weekend is always occupied with homework and projects.

Since, days are gulped down in the vortex of time, in no time; it will be a “back to school” time. I am really dreading it because once the school starts, I have all my papers and presentation due.

The whole day light saving phenomena is still not engraved in my mind. Waking up this morning was hard. I am glad; I did not have school today. That gave me more time to voyage with my wildest Dream. DREAM!!

My thoughts regarding my dream are too complicated and disorganized to sum up here.

It takes me far from everything familiar, it throws me wingless into the void of the world, it tosses me beyond the gravitational pull of familiar stars

There---My life is the steam that rises from the translucent stillness, this fragile nothing that curls and wavers in the wind.

phenomenal women

PHENOMENAL WOMAN

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care.
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Maya Angelou's poem Phenomenal Woman is very lyrical, as are many of her other poems. I had first read this poem in my 9th grade English class and was in love with Maya Angelou. I remember printing this out and sticking in my reading desk at home. To me, this was a very powerful and influential poem.. and it still is. Happy Women's day!

We are all PHENOMENAL WOMAN and yes!! we can RISEEE :)

Women's day

HAPPY WOMEN'S DAY!!!!!

Today is International Women's Day. It is a time set aside for people to celebrate the achievements of women around the world, and to inspire women to achieve their full potential and make a difference.

Today is the day meant to highlight women around the world and focus on their continuing struggles.

The United Nation's theme for International Women's day in 2007 is : " Ending Impunity for Violence agianst Women and Girls: " Happy Women's day!"

Let's stop the Femicide in Guatemala!!!

I did not get back my Finance paper.. I was so happy... My spring break starts from next week.. Had I gotten the paper back.. I would have been depressed throughout the break. :)

With my test and my case write up done, I am little bit relieved but still lots need to be done. This spring break is THE only long break I have until August.

I am at the library. I just got done with my Operational Management class. I have to attend a talk by Meridith Heckmann, the director of Market Research at Welch's. I literally cannot wait till Friday!!

Happy Holi

Finance test : It was my first thought, this morning, aside from the alarm clock, which is less a thought than a reaction, the test was so very terrible yesterday and I have still not overcome that ordeal.

My law test was bad and now this…. Why am I dealing with the déjà vu?

I really had studied quite a lot but in retrospect, I guess that was not enough.

I am sitting in library Again!! and trying to wrap up my case-write up for Ice-wine, my consumer behaviour class.

I pop my knuckles in the silence and think of friend who hates it but, I do not stop.

I should be doing work of sorts or being productive, although I define this as productive; more so than mindless sporadic reading/pondering process.

Cette après-midi.

In an hour, I will get back my test.. I am dreading it!!!!

I am hungry..

It is cold today….. – 15 I think. With the wind chill... it is really bad...

Warming up to the idea that it will be getting high by the end of this month, I see it as more of an inevitability. Seeing things beautiful sometimes anyway but sounds like an experience to assemble words about. Some other part of life regardless, I suppose.

This morning, walking, in the cold, I kept a sharp eye. It’s something I do these days, to prevent running into those I don't want to.

Weekend was all about studying for Finance.. which I still do not believe that I completely screwed up!

Friday night—watched the movie, “ Kabul Express.” We both liked it so much. I could relate so much to the book, Kite Runner… the terms Hazara, Phustuns..…

It was a good movie.

Saturday, for a change, I wrote my case write up at a Starbucks café, which was pleasantly soothing expereince with white choclate mocha. I usually get distracted, however, this time, I got lot done--- listening to music recorded.

We went to Tamarind Bay at Cambridge for dinner that night. ‘t was ok.

On the side note, it was HOLI on Saturday. The picture above was taken 2 years ago back home.... My first holi with Pras.... Lots of memories that day!

March madness

I am sorry. Both for myself and my absence for the extended period of time since my last post---the busy class schedule and tests and write ups is the culprit here.

I got my law test back yesterday. It was Terrible. Its early and late. I did not think it was going to be that bad. I really need to do lot of studying in that class.I’m in that odd state, a mix of shock and disillusion.

Yesterday was a big day for us. Hope everything will work out just fine.

Today is soooo blah and slow and rainy and all that I just want to lie down and sleep. This weekend I have to do lots of studying. Corporate Finance and the Consumer Behaviour case write up.

I have been studying for Finance all day today. Now, I have to get ready for the “networking” event in Boston. I would have been excited to go had it not been this crazy weather. The pouring rain does not motivate me at all. I feel like lying in a couch and watching a movie.

The most remarkable thing happened to me yesterday—I am trying to be very optimistic.

I was on the way to my school.. riding in the T. The train stopped at Central Square. Two Nepali got in the train. One Boy and a girl. The girl sat next to me and the boy stood right in front of her. I was in my usual reading self. I was reading the last intense paragraph of “Gods of Small thing,” looking very serious. I was wearing my black coat had my black scarf wrapped around the neck. There was no-way… no way in the whole wide world that I looked like a “ Detective.”

However, to that teenage boy, I did. He signaled his friend in Nepali saying “ Look at that girl sitting next to you. She looks like a Detective. With that black coat and the scarf, she really looks like a serious detective...” He was about to saying something about my nose stud.. and I abruptly interrupted him by saying.. “ I am a Nepali as well… so you really think I look like a detective??..…”

This last statement completely took him by awe. He had no idea what to say next.

This was a funny incident.

When I shared with Pras that evening, he simply laughed and I laughed with him…

Pras had a flue yesterday. It is a flue season again. He is slowly recovering.

I started "Siddhartha" by Herman Hesse.... the writing style is enriched with the beautiful literary terms that I simply mesmerized by. Oh! how I wish, I could write like that.

Familiarity bores me. I hate it that I see things happening, understand the nuances of what goes on, and just accept them.