Step Into My Shoes..

When I first arrived in Sydney two years ago, I had in my mind a list of what I ought to expect of a country so far down from home. While I wasn’t disappointed by the development and the better system of things being done, albeit not without a sense of wonder for a considerable amount of time, I have to admit there were things I wasn’t prepared for in any way. Not books, not movies, not even the Internet prepared me for the things I witnessed and experienced down under. Some of these experiences can simply be blamed on the ridiculous lack of knowledge on things on my behalf, and the rest on the difference between everything Nepalese and Australian. Let me start with the accents. I should have expected an Aussie accent at least. I did not. The result: complete bafflement. Aussie accent is beautiful, I must say. The kind of a person I am, I should have caught on this accent by now. I have not. The reason: Sydney is essentially a city of immigrants. I lived in the suburb of Rockdale...

I have a theory. Beautiful has many interpretations. The most important is your own interpretation. Every single day, while I am outside, going to and from work, lectures, with friends, you name it, I make it a point to catch a glimpse of myself in every possible reflective surface, be it a passing train or a cafe, anywhere really, that has glasses that will give me a slightest view of how I am looking like on that particular moment. If I think I am not looking good enough, I go about trying to right the wrong and continue to scrutinize my looks until I am satisfied with the look I carry and that amazingly makes my day. It doesn't matter if the wind ruffles my hair afterwards, if my shirt is upturned some way or if my bag looks lopsided. You can see a pep in my step as I walk like I am ready to own the world. At the end of the day, it is I who is my worst critic. If I satisfy me, it doesn't matter if I don't look the best to anyone else. I  know  so because I have be...

I have a theory. Facebook is for the happy people. But it is just a theory. And like any other theories, this deserves to be tested, proven, slandered, rethought about, rewritten.  After months away from this awe(some/ful) social media, I cannot say I missed it. I have personal reasons to be away from this phenomena that everyone seems to be part of. And if I have so decided to just deactivate my account and walk away, and seem to be happily have taken a place in a world untouched by it, why pronounce it to be something for happy people. This is where my theory comes to play. I have an Instagram account where I post as happy pictures with thought provoking captions as possible. And I have my twitter account that has seen 18.9k of my erratic posts. And all these to an audience of strangers (and to a handful of friends and acquaintances). What is it about sharing about your life and thought processes to a bunch of people who you don’t really know in real life? What makes it so ...