Step Into My Shoes..

I've been thinking a lot lately about how we all seem to have two aspects of our selves, both conflicting very much to one another. If one says something, the other likes to contradict with that. It may not seem so obvious when looked at on the surface, but sooner or later we have to give in to the idea of contradiction. If there's one thing for certain that's uncertainty. It's the very nature of human being to keep contradicting with oneself. We must have watched in television a character that imagines himself/herself as the devil and the angel at the same time, the devil trying to bring out the evil in you and the angel doing quite the opposite. It's not always the devil/angel though that keeps certainty at bay. Sometimes you feel as if you live two different lives. You are awed by the difference. Like I was, yesterday. I was walking the streets of Jamal and there seemed to be a commotion of sorts at the junction. There were people abound, may be a serious argu

Copy pasted below is a Japanese poem by Mitsuo Aida translated into English. I don't quite remember where I got this poem from but it's one of the most inspirational pieces of works that I've ever stumbled into. Because it has lived its life intensely the parched grass still attracts the gaze of passers-by. The flowers merely flower, And they do this as well as they can. The white lily, blooming unseen in the valley, Does not need to explain itself to anyone; It lives merely for beauty. Men, however, cannot accept that 'merely'. If tomatoes wanted to be melons, they would look completely ridiculous. I am always amazed that so many people are concerned with wanting to be what they are not; what's the point of making yourself look ridiculous? You don't always have to pretend to be strong, there's no need to prove all the time that everything is going well, you shouldn't be concerned about what other people ar

I remember one time when I was doing my Bachelors(ooh  I made it sound as if it was good many years ago). It was during our second year,(which was in 2007…4 good years ago) that we had our psychology classes. On one of those, Mr. Baldy-cum-fatty asked us to write and just write about whatever that comes to our minds. And naturally, I started writing about me. Who else?? I know no one better than myself.  So here's something that's about me. It's something I've been meaning to write..not entirely for being read but for the clarity of mind. I don't think many of those who will read this one will go as far as the ending…but what the hell. Name is Ranjana Thapa Magar. Been speaking Nepali language right from the very first word. But I also speak Magaranti and English. And like most of the other Nepalese people, I understand Hindi and may be speak, if not fluently, just okay. And right now, I'm learning French. My mother's from a remote village in Sy