Get well soon , please!!!


Everything happens for a reason. There is a Buddhist principle which says that there is a cause and effect relationship between all happenings or events that take place in our lives. We are all here because we are destined to be here.

It is in this course that we meet or come across different people. I am fortunate that I met Utsav who is currently hospitalized for a suspected case of meningitis. I would never in my sanest mind want Utsav to acquire that deadly disease. He was a bit delirious and hallucinating when I went to pay Utsav a visit at the hospital. I do not know as to how he got sick, but he was already showing some signs of frail health such as a bad headache and fatigue.

I have a huge crush on Utsav not only for the fact that he is good-looking (he’s one of the most handsome guys I’ve ever seen), but also because he is so true to his self. It is very hard to find a person in this day and age who is as honest, unassuming and gentle as this guy. I admire Utsav for his naivety. I wish I coul date him some day and I know that that day is coming very soon.

I know that Utsav admires me too. I cannot just ignore him stealing a look at me every time I used to go down to the office parking lot to enjoy my smoke. (By the way I smoke and I smoke a lot like a chimney!) Anyway, that’s not my point here.

Well, meeting Utsav at Jana Maitri Hospital in Balaju was THE highlight of my day today. I gave him flowers as a “Get Well Soon” gift and I simply loved to see the smile it brought in his face to be receiving flowers from a “Super Hot” chick like me (that’s what Utsav thinks of me, lol, and I’m proud of the fact :) ).

Today I did so many things. I went all the way to Dhapakhel in the Lalitpur district to drop my résume and application at a school named GEMS. The school is currently looking for a Psychological Counselor.

As I write this post for my blog, I am also thinking of what Utsav must be thinking of my short, sweet and surprise visit to him. He must have felt very happy to see me with flowers, which was evident in his facial expression. I wish I can always make Utsav this happy for the rest of my life. I have placed those flowers in a vase I brought from work (it is my own vase) and placed it right to his left.

I really wish Utsav gets better soon so that we can enjoy our lunches together. Too bad that I resigned from work yesterday. Nevertheless, I will always make time to appear for lunch withUtsav from time to time. I’m even thinking of preparing food, a good square meal, for him until Utsav can take food outside or eat out.

We miss you! It is an earnest thinking of a passionate admirer.

Get well soon, please Utsav!



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Invictus: Keep me inspiring

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.

William Ernest Henley


I have special attachment with this poem. This is primarily because the creator of this poem went through the same situation as I did. My legs were not amputated as the poet’s were but then I had a similar experience where I had to undergo major surgery of my right leg after a near-death accident in 2006.

I was unable to walk on my own for an entire year. Even then, I did not let this dampen my spirit. I wrote articles for an English-language national daily in Nepal to keep myself reminding that although I may be physically limited perform certain actions, I am perfectly all right when it came to keep myself moving.

I am sure this poem will keep on inspiring me for the rest of my life. I will be the most successful person on the planet if I will be able to pass on the message and importance of this poem to my progeny.

These technical geeks—from the perspective of a Sociology graduate

So, so you think you could tell the difference between a programmer’s life and that of a Sociology graduate?

24 hours is not enough for us,” says an avid Android developer at my office.


Photo Credits: ArrowSmithShoes

Here I am working for a software company irrespective of earning a degree in Sociology, and trying to figure out the intricacies and simplicity of the lives of programmers or developers.

We have a bunch of exceptionally well-talented “geeks” who, if not found coding and creating logic, can be busy with their pet projects. Some of the guys are so talented enough that they have built their own mobile apps (short for application) which are very intuitive and amazingly pro-people.

Here I sit musing most of the times at the life of these brilliant minds who have made our lives so much easier with the use of technology. Since I am primarily surrounded by these technical people for the most part of my day, I am naturally surprised at the speed at which their minds work!

Take for example this superb app called Yellow (in Beta version for now). Developed by a group of enthusiastic developers Yellow has made it easy for people, especially working ones, to find nearby restaurants, go there and have a hearty meal at a discounted rate just for showing to the restaurant people that you have Yellow installed on your Android smartphone (More on this app in my later posts).

It will be difficult for me to sit in front of the computer conjuring images of logic and ill-logic. However, for these guys computers are their safe haven or perhaps their home.

I can sum up their lives as something revolved and hugely hovered over by supercomputers, avoiding all worldly distractions that I as a Sociology graduate would normally engage in.

Music is my passion, so is reading people’s lives. Hence this blog post where I am trying to understand the essence of these geeks. It may not be an exaggeration if I say that these technical individuals live, eat, breath and sleep with codes in their minds.

Not convinced? Ask Pradeep who says that if he gets “hang” for not being able to crack a code or create logic, he might be literally haunted that he will be able to decipher codes or develop one of his own in his dreams.

Wow! Wish I could do the same with my thoughts and my failed attempts at singing like a star.

Well, there’s definitely something I can learn a great deal from these people.