How to kill 'Nepali time'?
It is easy to say, “It's our culture to start late.” Nobody is naturally late; it is the repetition of such phrases that perpetuate a culture of tardiness. Let’s make active changes to initiate a campaign of on-time arrival and kill the NEPALI TIME.
Rajendra K Khatiwada -
The First Twin Temblors and After-4
Very soon I realized that Nepal by now had mammoth problems in its hands. Its many mostly hilly districts had been punctuated by destroyed houses and hovels. Roads were blocked by landslides. Imminent scarcities of all kinds were being seen and experienced. There was a rapid deterioration of self-esteem and confidence. With mental and psychological breakdowns already evident in human psyches and equilibriums, the adversely affected populace had become limpid, impotent and clueless.
Peter J Karthak -
Redefining Doctor-Patient Communication
Patients who sometimes wait almost 2-3 hours for their turn end up getting less than 5 minutes with doctors. What's worse is that most of this time is used to prescribe tests and medicines. Not receiving an adequate explanation of what is being prescribed as the next course of action often leaves patients with the impression that the doctor is unnecessarily prescribing a variety of tests and expensive medicines. This should change.
Sabina Thapa -
Women in media in Nepal
Increasingly more women are working in radio and television, and now online media houses at both national and local levels. Yet, female presence is still miniscule when compared to the development of media and the involvement of men in the field.
Kripa Bhandari -
The First Twin Temblors and After-3
In the late afternoon, a strange series of sight greeted me. As the reluctant and accidental keeper of our camp, I saw many groups of visitors coming from the neighborhoods near and afar. They were mostly inquisitive women and curious kids, perhaps their children. These were self-appointed ‘observers’ who entertained themselves by visiting the camps of their fellow quake sufferers.
Peter J Karthak -
The First Twin Temblors and After - 2
All the refugee families had made each of their provisional kitchens on the ground floor of their homes, and tea and food were prepared in such makeshift corners. Our family kitchen was on the upper level of the land, separate from the main house. It was part of the foothills of Pulchowk, and an altogether different lay of the landscape. The kitchen opened up to a long space in front to the southwest, and it was a sturdy stretch that also looked safe.
Peter J Karthak -
A Search for Clarity in the Valley
We were a group of 16 medical professionals on a trip of fact-finding, capacity building and treatment for the villagers who call the valley home. The organizer, a nurse from Minnesota, had recently lost her daughter to suicide, a story which had attracted a few other volunteers who wanted to mend their own hearts while mending others' wounds. For the rest of us, we found ourselves empathizing with their losses as we walked in the shadows of the Himalayas over the one-year anniversary of the Gorkha earthquake.
Maria Ontiveros & Rabindra Adhikary -
The First Twin Temblors and After-1
The twin temblors of equal matching pack lasted half a minute between them, each one of fifteen or so seconds. Their magnitude on the Richter’s Scale remained unknown. Cellphones collapsed, electricity was off, TV was out of the question, and our lunch remained uneaten. The land slowly settled, the walls stopped zigzagging, and houses stood still. More people emerged from their houses, and we gathered on the vacant lot next to my house. I found myself barefoot, my slippers having been left in my study in my hasty evacuation. Everything – my wallet, my cell phone – remained in the room which I would seldom reenter for many days, except to grab something in great haste.
Peter J Karthak -
Is New York still a melting pot?
The reality was unlike my expectation. Having diversity does not necessarily mean there is unity and sharing. I had come to the US thinking that people here blend together as one and rejoice together. Rather, it was the opposite.
Dipika Shrestha -
A fragmented justice
As he approached nearer, I saw a man almost as white as a Romanian actor in his blue Wrangler jeans. He had a big bag pack, a water bottle on the small net pouch of his bag. He slightly bent forward while walking. His forehead wrinkled voluntarily; perhaps he was internalizing songs or hymns.
Achyut Raj Bhattarai -
A balanced union
Many researches have found that regular practice of yoga can manage and cure all kinds of non-communicable disorders like dieabetes, asthama, back pain, obesity, anxiety, depression and oncology.
Ananda Gaihre -
Slow spinning 'Phirphire'
I am not arguing that Buddhisagar should experiment, as some other writers have attempted in Nepali literature. But he cannot overlook the readers' expectations. His style should be amended to stay more attuned to the times and the readers' expectations.
Raj Kumar Baral -
Pain that speaks
Without understanding why I was crying, the poor child would wipe the tears off my eyes. But I could sense that she took it as role play where she became my mamma and I her baby. "Everything will be ok. Don’t worry," she would say in her limited speech. But I could not tell her that what was aching me was the fear of having to leave her midway of our journey, of leaving her grow in the absence of her mother.
Samana Sainju -
Make Your Intention Prevention
Many of these infections can be prevented when simple practices are used in hospitals and OPDs. The single most important way to prevent hospital-acquired infection is proper hand washing. The hands of nurses and doctors could become common sources of infection as they touch many things in the hospital as well as patients themselves.
Dr Andrew Trotter -
A Dharahara story
The enclosure within antique wall surrounding Dharahara imparted a melancholic ambiance. A teenage girl from my village was among those who perished under Dharahara. No, I never knew her, nor had I ever seen her. Had climbed up Dharahara with the boy she loved, my father told me two weeks after the earthquake. The boy was about to migrate abroad for work, and they wanted to see Kathmandu far and wide from atop Dharahara before he flew away.
Prawash Gautam -
I put my head down again, and noticed the drip-drip-drip of blood from my mouth. The blood was dark red. I put my tongue against my tooth, and felt it shake. I had no idea, in that moment, what had hit me, and what had hit my country. As the cries of the people rose around me in eerie terror, it felt like an attack of some sort—a military attack, perhaps, or a bomb. It didn’t occur to me that this was an earthquake.
Sushma Joshi -
Once upon a time in 1934
For younger generation like mine or my parents', Juddha Sumsher rushing horseback to Kathmandu from hunting expedition after the earthquake would become more evocative of a tale from a book of fables than an event that our parents and grandparents experienced.
Prawash Gautam -
The Dhaulagiri Diary
The boys sang dohori, dancing and repeating "beniko bajara, jata maya utai chha najara", the famous folk song. Also echoed in the Chhari valley until late night "Dhaulagiri ma, sake rin tiraula natra firimaa".
Surendra Rana -
The Human in my Woman
Once again I dispose of the orthodox ideas that attempt to convince me that not all of my unborn children are going to be equally special solely because of the gender they will be assigned to.
Moni Jha -