The ‘Nepal Yatayat’ सफर

One gets to travel in every sex position in Nepal Yatayat. I wonder why the bus is always so crowded. 

I wish Kamadev would travel in Yatayat someday.
Instead of some thousands of positions, the deities would immediately increase the number to almost triple of what they had discovered then; just by observing the ‘hanging’ crowd and annoyed seated ones.

Sometimes I think, even if a vehicle company makes a ‘YATAYAT’ bus with length x width x height = 1,47,181 sq km, some 5/6 people would still be hanging at the entrance.

So today, after my office was over, I reached the Anamnagar chok and waited for the Yatayat to arrive. After 5 minutes, a bus stopped in front of me and luckily, nobody was hanging at the door.

I breathed a sigh of relief and got on the bus. It was still crowded. Do you know who are the luckiest people on Earth? No? Well, the ones who get a seat in the crowded Yatayat. And, I was never one of them 😀
The bus had just moved few seconds when 4/5 men got in.

Here in Nepal, we don’t have ‘bus station’. You never need one. Why? Because the bus driver stops the vehicle whenever you stretch your hand forward (and shake sometimes 😀 ).
So, one of those men stood beside me and the other one with his bag stood facing the opposite direction. I could feel his keyring (hung in the bag ) poking the back of my neck but didn’t bother.

I am the kind of person who hates even the edge of a cleanly ironed Men’s shirt poking me. No, no. I am not a lesbo (#noOffence , with all due respect to the LGBT community). It’s just that I have a really bad impression on men since childhood. I don’t trust them easily!

So, these four/five men got in. The situation was like that of gundruk khaadeko. One’s elbow was leaning on my left shoulder. The other’s was poking my right ears. I was pisses off but chose to say nothing.  And then there was this woman, who seemed to be in her late 40s. The side of my bag was ruining her hairdo. So she was constantly pushing my bag and looking at me with all the fireballs in her eyes. 

(ps: This is not related to abuse)

(Contd. )


💕 Kaash… 💕

This big bright Moon shining outside my balcony is making me nostalgic. I will forever cherish the memories 😊 Straight from my ❤

👇 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕 👇

Kaash yeh waqt yehi ruk jaaye, yeh lamha yehi theher jaaye

Main samaa jaaun tujhme, tu mujhme samaa jaaye,

Na koi laqeer ho na koi deewar

Na koi umeed ho na koi sawaal

Main dekhu teri aakho main, 

aur saasain tham jaaye

Kaash yeh waqt yehi ruk jaaye

Main samaa jaaun tujhme, tu mujhme samaa jaaye … 💕

मैले बुझेको “औकात अनुसारको सपना “

मैले बुझेको “औकात अनुसारको सपना “

“औकात अनुसारको सपना देख्नुपर्छ”, भन्ने जतिको नराम्रो ‘ज्ञान’ मलाई संसारमा केहि लाग्दैन । यो भन्ने मान्छे भेटेको भए त म मज्जाले भाषण नै सुनाउथेँ होला ।

मैले बुझेको ‘औकात अनुसारको सपना’ भनेको त , कुनै मानिस / जनावरलाई सिमित लम्बाइको “औकात” नामक सिक्रीले बाँधेर, “ल जा, जे जे गर्नु छ गर्, उड्नु छ भने उड् , जे गर्नु छ गर” भनेर छोडीदिनु जस्तै हो । जति पंख फिँजाएर उड्न खोजे पनि, जति अगाडी बढ्न खोजे पनि त्यो “औकात” नामको सिक्रीले एउटा सिमित घेरा भन्दा बाहिर जान दिँदैन ; पंख फिजाएर उड्न दिँदैन , सागर सरि बग्न दिँदैन, हावाको वेग छल्दै कुद््न दिँदैन, न अगाडी बढ्न दिन्छ ।

मैले Forbes magazine ले समेत बिश्वको सबै भन्दा धनी व्यक्तिको सुचीमा रखेको,  विनोद चौधरीको आत्मवृतान्त पढेकी थिएँ ।

खै कुन चाहिँ पाँच तारे होटेल अगाडी उभिएर, “यो होटेल भित्रबाट कस्तो होला,” भन्दै त्यहाँ छिर्ने सपना बोक्थे रे! अहिले उनी त्यही पाँच तारे होटेलका शेयर धनी हुन्;  अरबौँमा खेल्छन् ।

वहाँ त एउटा मात्र उदाहरण हुन्  यस्ता थुप्रै हस्ती हरु हुनुहुन्छ जो Rags to Riches मा पर्नुहुन्छ ।

Bill Gates, J K Rowling, … अरु पनि थुप्रै हुनुहुन्छ । अनी मेरो  favourite Oprah Winfrey  पनि!

तर फेरी ‘सपनामा लगाम नलगाऊ’ भन्नुको अर्थ चाहिँ ‘खुल्ला छोडेको साँढे’ जस्तो हुने भनेको चाहिँ हैन है! यसको मतलब यो पनि हैन कि नराम्रो काम नै गर्नु पर्छ आफ्नो जिवन सुधार्न।  राम्रो काम गर तर सपनाको कुनै सिमा नराख ।  Never set boundaries for your dreams.

The worst phase: DEPRESSION!

The worst phase: DEPRESSION!


“How? Where? When? ”

“Depression and you are the two opposite poles. How can you suffer from depression?”

“Are you kidding me? Your blood pressure might have lowered. Have some jivanjal or salt-water.”

“What? Really? But how?”

“What went wrong? Tell me!”

These are some of the questions my sister and mom asked me when only I could clearly see symptoms of depression in me.

One fine morning, I felt very empty when I woke up. My mind was blank. I did not know what to do. I was restless. I wanted to cry, cry hard for no reason. At the same time, I was lazy. I did not want to get up from my bed. I wanted to lie there all day and do nothing.

And I had no idea what was wrong with me. I did not want to eat.  (Well, my mom always shouts at me for sleeping till ‘almost’ afternoon.)  But during that phase, I was like an insomniac acting like a maniac. LOL!

I hated everyone. I hated people around me.  I did not want to talk to anyone. I wanted to be alone. Even when Nasana or Diwakar sir asked me something, I did not respond. Everyone asked me what was wrong, but I would nod my head and smile.

That fake smile! Oh god! Now, I realize how hard it is to fake a smile when you are actually going through a lot of emotional and psychological things. When my colleagues-cum-friends used to ask me to go for lunch with them, I always denied. Sometimes when my mood was okay, I used to go; but at other times, I sat there like a grumpy cat.

Once, I even thought of jumping off the window. .. FOR ONCE…  ONLY ONCE!

I felt unwanted. I felt like “a crane standing amidst a flock of chickens”. I felt energetic for a moment and exhausted for the next.


Later, pretending that my friend needs help, I asked someone to suggest me some psychiatrists.

He asked everything related to the issue.

I pretended as if my friend had suffered from depression and she needed help. She did not want to bother her parents, so she wanted my help, so I wanted to help her. “Please help me!”

He doubted for a while, but later was convinced for some times.

(It is really hard for me to convince him. He notices everything, every behaviour/ change in behavior. It is really hard to lie him. Really good observant he is, I must say!  😀 )

Anyway, he referred me to a doctor. I requested him to take an appointment for my friend. He was so generous, he did. Later, he came to know it was not my friend, but me suffering! (Either he smells things very fast or I am really bad at lying, or both.😀  )

Oh yeah!  I even went to a general physician to convince my mom that I had depression. She did not believe me, so I had to go to the physician. She heard the word DEPRESSION from the doctor’s mouth. I showed a sign of relief, but she was more worried now.

On the last Sunday of February, I went to a psychiatrist for the first time (though people used to tell me I was weird/ crazy every time I cracked a joke and needed a psychiatrist. LOL haha).

The doctor was nice and polite with me unlike to his previous patient. He gave me three medicines for a month, but I only had it for 3 days and had to stop consuming it as it caused my palpitation to go faster.

So, I stopped consuming it.

I did not want medicine, so I thought of going for the YOGA.  I thought if I did yoga every morning, I would be normal. I would be fine. Therefore, staying awake till 1 am, I downloaded some Youtube videos of Baba Ramdev doing some asanas. Then I was too lazy to wake up early morning to practice those asanas as shown in the video.

The only asana I knew was “Shavasana”, which, in my case, meant lying on the bed with a blanket wrapped around me during the chilly cold winter morning and falling asleep for a while! LOL.😀😀

Nothing was working. And, during that period, my grandmother had also been hospitalized. My mom stayed almost every night to care her and returned home every morning. This was like the daily routine which lasted for almost a month.

For around 5 days, I too stayed in the hospital and for next 5 days took rest at home. I had asked for the leave at office and they had granted me.  (Thanks for that!)

One day at office, my senior scolded me for a mistake I had not done. It was actually done by my his colleague, but I had to get scolded. I was so frustrated. I was going through so much and now this? No! I was not interested in what my boss had to say. I wanted to scream; but at the same time, I was cautious of not losing my grip—I mean not shouting back/ screaming.



Then after couple of minutes, I got back to my normal routine. I was angry, but I still managed to do things.

Well, I normally do not share my problems with anyone. But I thought to share this ‘depression thing’ with one of my cousins. She narrated how her friend, she herself and some of the person whom she knew had suffered from depression. She actually wanted to help me, but I was, again, really not interested in what she had to say.

And, trust me guys, telling a depressed person “how many of your relative/ friends/ persons you know have had suffered from depression and how they coped up” really does not help. It is a big no-no to tell something like this to a depressed person. If you are reading this, do not ever say this to a depressed person—HOW MANY OF YOUR FRIENDS/PEOPLE YOU KNOW HAD DEPRESSION AND HOW THEY MANAGED TO ESCAPE IT”, it is really annoying. [Instead, ask them what you can do to make them feel better and be by their side always]

Later after 7-8 months, I recuperated. I do not know how, but I said to myself, ”THIS IS IT.”  No more suffering, no more pain. Better things are coming my way, and even if not, I will make everything better happen. I felt good, I felt better. I made Dubsmash videos, which gave me immense happiness.  And then, this “grandmother” thing happened. Maybe that also helped me stick to my positive thinking.

Think Positive

Soon, this phase passed. I was even happier, even more excited, more positive about life, love, and everything that came my way.  I became more confident. I believed in myself and could overcome this thing called DEPRESSION.

You may think this is the end. But, no honey, this is a new beginning, a new life, a new hope… LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL. Work hard, dream big, achieve it…

I know you will not believe that you can, but life is full of ups and downs, highs and lows. This 22-year-old me is saying this to you! So, honey, go and achieve your dreams because life is too short to be sad about.

DEPRESSION has helped me rediscover myself.

A more confident, stronger and more positive person I have become. A person full of life and full of love.

I have bigger dreams, bigger challenges, and an urge, and a will to achieve all those things I ever dreamt of… I will have to work hard to achieve it and I will.

RE-discover yourself.

Overlook the negatives and focus on the positives. Change that negative into positive energy/vibe and conquer the WHOLE world!


Cheers!  Believe in yourself and conquer the world.

{This is a part of my other blog post }


The year 2016 in a nutshell

The year 2016 in a nutshell

Except my Ilam visit and the last two months, 2016 was not ‘MY YEAR’.

The year (began and) ended with lots of ups and downs, sadness, tears, challenges… and what not! 😦  It was a tiring roller-coaster ride, basically.

Some of the best things that happened in 2016 were:

I got an opportunity to visit Ilam. For the first time I went that far from home. Trust me, heaven falls here, in Ilam.


On the way to Ilam

7Greenery everywhere, fresh air, breathe-taking scenery and how could I forget the famous TEA. That was the best TEA ever! 😀 But I missed the starry sky/ night sky. It was raining so couldn’t see the starts. Basanti had once suggested me to stargaze but the clouds and rain ruined my plan 


Rain drops . Pic:


That’s our Netra dai, picking some Chhurpi 😀


The last two months were also great!

I got my first appraisal and everyone was happy. I was also happy {with conditions applied ;D }. It feels great to see that increased amount on the screen of ATM machine. I still have miles to go before I sleep ☺


My first rapporteuring/ rapporting experience was great! Thank you #Shiromani dai for the opportunity  So many good memories with so much of learning  and Thank you Diwakar sir and Nasana for your continuous support and motivation. I feel blessed to have you in my life.


Team Rapporteur: ☺ Ram, Ashim, Sumitra (Saajha) , Nisha di and me ☺

Got an opportunity to work with the best team ever. Met some beautiful souls and made friends with them; Ram, Ashim, Bhagwati di and Nisha di. So much to learn from each one of them.

Last but not the least, I took a leap of faith. Let’s see if that works. Trying my best to become a good journo and learn to write *fingers-crossed*.


Like every year, the only missing element was “LOVE” and like every time the battle between ‘Brain and Heart’ goes on. Heart says “Go find love” but Brain says “No. Never. Don’t” 😀 😀 .



Also, I gazed at the SUPERMOON 😀 😀

Venting anger–

Everyone is like,” आहा! क्या भाग्य! बिहान भरी सुत्यो, उठेपछी खाट मै lemon tea ।  अनि मोबाइल चलायो । भात पनि पकाउनु पर्दैन, सबै ममीलाई गर्न लागाउँछे । अफिस पनि १० बजे उठेर खाना खाएर गए हुन्छ । कस्तो भाग्य!}
Tired of hearing the same thing  from everyone !

So, finally, after so much of tolerance, here’s my take on the statement:
Here’s my take on the statement:

सबैले अहिले भाग्य-भाग्य गर्छन् । त्यो भाग्य खोसिँदा चाहिँ कहाँ थिए कुन्नी प्राणिहरु ? अब भगवान ले नि यसरी भाग्य खोसेका थिए कि  compensate गर्दा-गर्दा जूनी कम पर्छ । त्यही भएर होला नि! अब त्यती खेर दर्शक भएर मजा लूट्दा हात समाउन शुद्धा न आउनेहरु, अहिले भाग्यको के डाह गर्नु! हैन त ? त्यही भएर अरुको राम्रो नि हेर्ने बानी बसालौँ! अनि डाह गर्न छोडेर खुशी हुनु!  किनभने त्यो भाग्य compensate गर्न भगवानलाई नि यो जूनी कम पर्ने वाला छ ।

Sincerely yours,
Mona darling! *ting*

[PS: Dare anyone talk about the topic again]

Thank You!

Thank You!

Thank you for ruining my childhood, I would never really learn to grow up..

Thank you for all those tears, I would have never learned the true meaning of happiness and relationships..

Thank you for all those humilations & dominations, I would never learn to bounce back again..

Thank you for the darkness, I would never have searched for the light..

Thank you for the tight slap on my face, I would never get to see the unmasked face..

Thank you for turning my childhood into ashes, I would never learn to rise like a Phoenix..

Thank you for destroying the prince charming,white horse and fairy-tale kind of dreams…

Thank you for the tight-slap on an innocent 10-year-old minor’s face, SHE would have never realised the real , unmasked face of people living in this ruthless world..

Thank you for being the reason of my DEPRESSION ,  thank you for all the negativity, thank you for all those cruel, worst happening and tortures… 

Without these, I would have never been what I ‘m today…  happy, stronger, hopeful, determined and positive. . 

Afterall, RAM would never be ‘RAM’ without RAVAN