बिथ्थमाको पोस्ट

ओहो के हो यस्तो ! मन मनै प्रश्न गर्न मन लाग्छ । ईन्टरनेट ले नि दास नै बनायो । ईन्टरनेट नचलाऊदा त के छुटेको के छुटेको जस्तो पो लाग्छ ।

मलाई किन यस्तो लाग्छ भनेर प्रश्न गरेको त उत्तर त साईबर धाइ धाइ ईन्टरनेट चलाको तेइ भएर भन्ने पो आउदो रहेछ बा।

के हो यसो हेर्छु साबरमा त कोही छैन । मलाई मात्र ईन्टरनेट चलाऊनु पर्ने हो कि के हो ! एउटा फुच्छे हो कि फुच्ची छेउ मा गेम खेल्दै थियो त्यो पनि गएछ । फ्यान को आवाज अनी के के को आवाज हो सुनिदै छ । फोन कस्तो सारो कराको ।

अँ एउटा कुरा पो लेख्न मन पर्‍यो । कलमबिर घोताने( http://mero-bichaar.blogspot.com/ को ब्लग हेरेको त त्यहाँ ओबामालाई नेपाली लुगामा देख्न पाये । अनी त के यो दिमागमा दिक्सुङको याद आयो । उसलाई यो संसारमा एउटा मात्र केटा मन पर्छ रे अनी त्यो चै ओबामा । म त दिक्सुङ्को चोइस देखेर छक्क परेको थिए ।

Advantage of Use of Technologies

Tomorrow was Internal Assessment of 'Multimedia'. Reading material was nothing with me. I searched the book ' Multimedia Systems' by John F. Koegel Buford on last whole Sunday around Bhrikuti Mandap and Bhotahiti. That particular book is referred by our teacher Anish Shrestha. So I wanted that book at any cost.

In my inquiry I got the information that Ekta Book house is one of the leading Book house in Kathmandu. So I typed ' Ekta Book Nepal ' in google search bar and I got the whole information about it. I phoned quickly and they told me that there is that book in their store which released my tension for the assessment.

It is one of the advantage of development of technologies.

'The Last Lesson'

Few days back I read a short story which certainly makes every individual to think for sometime. The story's background is the invasion of Germans to the French.

In the story, the story is told by a small boy who studies in primary level. At first he doesn't like a particular teacher who teaches French language, his own mother language. He complains about the strictness of that teacher to the students and doesn't want to remember his class and the grammar. He never understand the class.

On that day, he goes to school but feels a different environment there. He sees army and the crowd. He enters the class and sees that the same teacher is in a uniform with a pleasant mood. He sits in his bench and the teacher is not scolding and beating the students today but teaching them a good lesson.

Unlike other day, he understands all and the teacher is saying that' This is the last class of French language today. From tomorrow a new teacher will come to teach you and that will be German Language'.

Note: It is one of the world famous story written by..... I forgot the name.

आरती sleeps

ब्लगगिङको दुनियाँबाट पनि धेरै टाढा भइएछ । शायद रकेटनै लिएर दगुर्ने बेलापो भइसकेछ कि ! सिधा भन्नु पर्दा ब्लग चलाउने पनि अफिसबाट नै हो । घरबाट पनि नचलाउने त हैन तर ईन्टरनेट कुर्दा कुर्दा patience नै भङ भएर पारो तताइ हाल्छ ।

मौका पर्ना साथ फेसबूकमा धान, मकै, टमाटर रोप्न थाल्छु अनी 'पेट सोसाइटी ' मा पैसा कमाउन मेरो गूडीयालाई साथीहरुसँग भेट्न, रङशालामा कुदाउन, बल खेलाउन थाली हाल्छु । अनी ब्लग त ओझेलमा परीहाल्छ । बिचरा ब्लग ।

फेसबूक चलाउने मान्छे यस्तो यस्तो हुन्छ भनेर निकालिएको रिसर्च नपढेको पनि हैन। तर addiction भन्ने कुरा पनि अचम्मको हुदो रहेछ ।

हुँदा हुँदा आफ्नो ब्लगको जन्म महिनाको जन्म दिवस मनाउछु भन्दा भन्दै तेतिकै भयो । यो त अती नै भयो बा !

आरती speaks त आरती sleeps भयो हा हा हा

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Blank............Blank............Blank

Haven't post anything in blog and haven't written anything in my diary.

Nothing to share to world.

I think I have forgotten to write, think and observe.

Lazy .......Lazy ....... and Lazy

Solitary Reaper

Behold her, single in the field,

Yon solitary Highland Lass!

Reaping and singing by herself;

Stop here, or gently pass!

Alone she cuts and binds the grain,

And sings a melancholy strain;

O listen! for the Vale profound

Is overflowing with the sound.

No Nightingale did ever chaunt

More welcome notes to weary bands

Of travellers in some shady haunt,

Among Arabian sands:

A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard

In spring-time from the Cuckoo-bird,

Breaking the silence of the seas

Among the farthest Hebrides.

Will no one tell me what she sings?--

Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow

For old, unhappy, far-off things,

And battles long ago:

Or is it some more humble lay,

Familiar matter of to-day?

Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain,

That has been, and may be again?

Whate'er the theme, the Maiden sang

As if her song could have no ending;

I saw her singing at her work,

And o'er the sickle bending;--

I listened, motionless and still;

And, as I mounted up the hill,

The music in my heart I bore,

Long after it was heard no more.

William Wordsworth

William Wordsworth( 1770-1850) who lived before 270 yrs is still remembered for his works on literature. He was a contemporary of my 7 generation forefather(approx) and I always wish that my ancestors had something written . This signifies that writing is very important for all of us.

बिजुलीले नि हैरान पारेको बेला हिजो त टाउको दुखीराखेको बेला बत्ती आउँदा टाउको दुख्ननै निको भएको । तर के गर्नु टि भि हेर्नु बसेको त झुल्दा झुल्दा हैरान । अनी त के गर्नु आफ्नै कोठामा आएर बक बक गर्दै बसे ।

अल्छिले नि पूर्न नै लागिसक्यो । कलेज गएको हैन । एउटा किताब पढेको ३ महिना भईसक्यो आधा मात्र पढिसके ।

फोटो खिच्ने काम त हुँदै छ तर के गर्नु एउटा राम्रो फोटो नि आएको हैन । सबै फोटो लाई संसारबाटै डिलिट गरिदिउँ जस्तो लागि राको छ । मैले खिचेको फोटोहरु।

अस्ती एत्रो ठुल् ठुलो असिना परेको अनी त के फोटो खिची हाले तर बिलाएर सानो भईसकेको थियो क्यामरा झोला बाट झिकेर तेर्साउन्जेलसम्म त । हात चै बहिनी को हो