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मलाई आज एक दमै खुशी लगिरहेको छ किनभने आज म नेपालीमा मेरो ब्लगमा पोस्ट गर्दै छु। मलाई नेपाली मा पोस्ट गर्न त पहिले देखी नै मन परेको हो तर कसरी पोस्ट गर्ने थाहा थिएन। मैले मेरो दाई अशिश लाई सोधेको पनि हो तर मैले बुझिन। म कम्प्युटर को नन् फ्रेन्डली युजर हो। मलाई कम्प्युटर चलाऊद धेरै कठिनाई हरुले सता उछ । तर अचम्म लाग्ने कुरा चाँही मेरो कम्प्युटर मा जहिले पनि A आ उछ ।

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मलाई नेपाली एक दम मन पर्छ किनभने म स्कुल मा हुँदा नेपाली मा कहिले पनि फैल भ इन। नेपाली मा फेल हुने स्टुडेन्ट धेरै हुन्थे। 40 जना मा १३, १४ जना मात्र pass हुन्थ्यौ।

तर आज फर्स्ट टाईम पोस्ट गरेको हुनाले होला, अफ्ट्यारो पनि लागिरहेको छ र साथ् साथै रमाइलो पनि।

Man Bahadur Majhya: My Maternal Grandfather

My mom is fond of telling her childhood days to me becoz we spent so much time in Kitchen as compared to my brothers and sister.

I remember every incident that she start to tell from its first line of starting. But I have to listen her as enthusiastically as I am hearing for the first time. She scolds if I didn't listen to her. If not, she says now you are big enough not to listen to me. No body cares to me as I cared all of u so much.

She tells about her father, mother, sister, brother,Kaka, kaki, phupu, boju and the villagers which she remembers.

My grandfather had a large joint family. He had 5 brothers and 3 sisters. He took all the responsibilities to grow them up. He was the second son but he fulfilled as a role of first son.
My grandfather's eldest brother was an Indian army so he stayed out of home all the time. My mom said that he didn't like the job of 'Majhya' to collect all the revenue of that area and give to government. so he asked my grandfather to do all those jobs.

My great grandfather, Prashad Majhya was a drunkard so he couldn't do his jobs as 'Majhya'. My great great grandfather was a successful Majhya so he taught my grandfather to do all the jobs of Majhya in the village. After the death of my great great grandfather my grandfather at the age of 16, took all the responsibilities of majhya.

My great grandfather left my grandfather in so much debt. But by his effort, he paid all those debt and kept his family a happy family.

I know only the surface part of his life. But he is more than what I know about him. He is a real social worker. He has contributed a lot for his village'Madi in sankhuwasava'.
Some of the contributions are:

• Established a school in Panchayat system. There was only two school in whole Sankhuwasava district at that time. And one was in his village
• He is the one to establish water mill in the village.
• He brought electricity in the village
• He along with my grandmother ( keshar maya jimee) started kitchen garden for vegetable for the first time in the village
• He started Cardamom or Elainchi farming to the village. People in that area still make a lot of income with this farming
• He managed proper water system in the village
• Improved paths of the village
• Improved bridges in the rivers
• Established a boarding school in the village for the first time for good education
• Started Tea garden but couldn't succeed becoz of Maoist Problem.

Now he has only one vision that is to join the road to that village.

He is now in his early 80s but he is as active as he used to be. He is a man of simplicity. He never thought himself as a Majhya but as a man who is always ready to serve other.

I believe, he got all this success because of the contributions my grandmother made as well.

Remembering Damak

Damak is a town in eastern part of terai, surrounded by hills in northern side. The Ratwa River flows through Damak. It's a brief introduction about Damak.

But I remember Damak as a valuable place in my life always.There are a lot of things to remember about Damak. Especially my school Chulla Chulli Boarding.

The teachers and friends are the most valueable gift that I got in Chulla Chulli. I got chance to learn a lot of things from them. That is the moment to remember in my life always and that are the moments that made me 'Arati'.

Sarda Miss is always a inspiring teacher in my life. She is the one who inspired me to read literature. I can't forget her classes of Gulmohar, History and English. It used to be my favourite class. Her way to make understand to students was such a powerful.

Similarly Chandra sir, Nepali sir ( Upendra Parajuli), Ram Kaushil Sir and Bengali Sir are those teachers who not only taught lessons but taught the lessons of life.

The other part of Chulla Chulli are frens. Jharna and Binu are the vital part of my school life. They have a lot of influence in me. Teju, Khushbu, Pinka and Shiksha are the friends, with whom we along with Binu and Jharna, used to enjoy a lot.

There a lot of memories beside this, I will write later.

Reflecting Peace by Charumati Bihar at Chabahil

Shining at Morning Sunshine

Vegetables at Chabahil Vegetable Market in Kathmandu Valley

The Largest Ganesh Temple at Chabahil in Kathmandu Valley

The Myth of Utis and Rhododendron

Note:
Rhododendron: Male
Utis : Female

Once Rhododendron wanted to marry so he went to ask the hand of Utis Tree in Autum Season. The tree of Rhododendron was very ugly. All the tree was covered by the bumps of knots of branches.
And Utis was in its full beauty as it was a season of her beautiness. She was tall, slim with shiny leaves.

'No one would like to marry with you' Utis said after looking Rhododendron.

Hearing this, Rhododendron was so angry and challenged ' Come in spring season to see me'.

Time passed away. Finally it was a time of Spring season. Utis remembered the challenged of Rhododendron and decided to see it once.

As it saw Rhododendron, covered with flowers it slipped through hill. So it is said that Utis tree grow only in the place where landslide occurs.

Photo Source: Wikipedia

A girl with a blue earring

Note: This is my first article that I published in my brother's blog. I hadn't blog of my own at that time so now I am publishing it in my own blog. I hope u like it.

As always, that day I was in hurry to my college. I was walking on the way; my eyes got stopped in a earring which was lying in the middle of the road. Quickly I picked it up. I thought whether anybody was watching me or not only after picking it up. I relaxed nobody was watching because it was an early morning. I moved forward. I dropped it in my right hand pocket of my jacket. I was walking and my hand was inside my pocket which was holding that earring.

I was thinking who might have dropped it may be the girl of my same age because I see many girls of my age wearing such type of earring. I remembered a movie which I watched recently by that earring. The movie's title was' A girl with a pearl earring' and the actress was Scarlett Johansson. Only one earring was used in that movie.

I reached my college. I was holding it inside my pocket. Although I was very curious to see I didn't see it. The class was running and my hand was still holding that earring. As soon as the class was over I showed to my friends but they reacted passively may be they didn't hear me. I kept it in the same pocket. All the classes were over so I returned back home.

I watched it carefully. The earring was a circle earring of metal. A bell was there in the middle of the circle. The forward and backward of bell was decorated by some kind of steel golden flowers and plastic blue beads. There were seven different blue beads hanging in the bell. There were also five different blue beads hanging in those seven blue beads. I thought two beads were lost out of seven beads.

I showed to my mother. She said it is very beautiful and will be more beautiful if it is made out of gold. I showed to my sister and she too said it was beautiful and remembered her own earring which she took out from her jewellery box and put it herself and in the mean time I was writing the story of ' A girl with a blue earring' wearing that blue earring.

Hiking to the top of hill

Today we went on a hiking after a long time. We always plan for hiking but our plan goes always in vain. But today our plan succeeded.

When we left house at twelve o’clock and the rain was drizzling. We (My mother, my sister and I) bought some Rum Pum and Nepalese "Sel Roti" from near shop.

We were unaware of the way to up hill. This was our first time to go up the hill. We always see that particular hill from our home (Swoyambhu) very closely. We hadn’t gone there. Only my younger brother reached before us in last Dashain.

We moved forward by exploring our way. We were frightening from leech as it was season of leech. We reached to field of flower.

There were lots of flower and its farmers were busy in their field. The yellow, orange and red color Lahure flowers were blooming in the field. We bought some flowers and took photographs. Then we moved ahead.

After climbing little up we reached in that hill. It was a small hill. There was a tree of Salla in the middle of the hill. The large hills cover that small hill around it. The weather was rainy so the clouds were moving so near to the hill as if we can touch those clouds.

The weather was so cool and pleasant. The scenery around the hill was so beautiful like heaven. Green, Green and Green.
We took photos and ate food items that we had brought. It was time to return so we returned before it become late. But we made nice memories there.

I request all of u to go for hiking near the hills of Kathmandu. Please!! I swear you enjoy a lot.