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Zeroth Law of Exam-o-dynamics

This is the proof of zeroth law of exam-o-dynamics.So, u read hard and yet you fail is the long proven law.

Memories remain

Angel !
many cried when you died .
Tears dry each passing second ,
and you get livelier moment by moment ,
loud-loud voice ,
and big-big gray eyes ,
i bid you good-byes

My grandma died this sunday morning peacefully . This is dedicated to her posthumously.

Rearranged them all !!

In the left are the words which arent jumbled, yet they are rearranged to get interesting words which are placed in right.

• Dormitory -----> Dirty Room
• Presbyterian -------> Best In Prayer
• Astronomer ------> Moon Starer
• Desperation --------> A Rope Ends It
• The Eyes -------> They See
• George Bush --------> He Bugs Gore
• The Morse Code ---------> Here come dots
• Slot Machines -------> Cash lost in me
• Animosity -------> Is no amity
• Election Results -----> Lies - lets recount
• Snooze Alarms -------> Alas ! no more z's
• A Decimal Point ---------> Im a dot in place
• The earth quakes --------> That queer shake
• Eleven plus two --------> Twelve plus one
• Mother-in-law --------> Woman Hitler
  

The Time Equation

When i was 15, i thought 25 was an awfully old age to be. But now at 21, i feel the other way round , being 15 wasnt so pleasing , just growing up. I am all so excited about being 25. I will be done with my bachelors and hopefully will have a job , and i may get to make some money too. Life would start then, at 15 i felt life would almost end at 25 . God knows what would happen then, but the contradictions in my thought brought by my growing up is fascinating . This i call the time equation, which is a function of time(or age ) and circumstances . I dont understand it like several of those electromagnetics equations ( i had a viva of this subject today , and finding the direction of current just got my head spinning ), nevertheless it fascinates me. And the unpredictability of the end result of this equation is half paralyzing and half exciting. If it shows you the silver lining or the giant balck cloud , you never know. If it makes you a victim of domino-effect , or helps you circumvent the problem,is an absolute uncertainty. However, the time equation is enchanting . And when you compare this equation's results with the results back in time, it leaves you completely bewildered. You wanted to be an astronaut at 12 and now you landed up being an artist. Still you think you ought to have been a professor instead. Time ,cosmos ,circumstances , environment harness you and your thoughts and make the person you. But strange it is that once molded you are shaped and reshaped continuously on your own account . The "you" now might not be the same 10 years hence as the "me" now is not the "me" 1 year back. Who you will be is a matter of this time equation. Camouflage with time yet maintaining your integrity , this is all i can say .

Here is an extract from Bob Dylan's song " The times they are a changing":

The line it is drawn,the curse it is cast,
the slow one now will later be fast,
as the present now will later be past,
the order is rapidly fading,
and the first one will later be last,
for the times they are a-changing.

Irresistible White

White ,as science defines, is no color. But i dont want to believe this fact despite being a science student all these years. Want to know why ? Well, answer couldnt be this simple : its my favourite color . I simply love white . It has no shades, it might be monotonous for rest, but for me , it is the best .

My affiliation towards this "white" is rather hereditary. My grand-dad is a bigger fan of white than me. And this white-philia is the only thing i share in common with him . If u ask him why this color, you'll get such long convincing stories that you yourself might turn a white-fan no sooner. So, here we are two white-lovers in our family, both bitten by "white-bug"...haha

Let me ask you do you too love white like we do ? White is in your life, at every corner there's white .The rice you eat ( i am having my dinner while writing this ) is white , bread is white , icecream (originally) is white, the paper you write is white , milk is white and there is snow-white story , World's most powerful man resides in The White House , Plain White and what else ? Well i cant list them all . All i can say is white rules . its all around and all over me. My wardrobe has majority white, all sandals i'v bought till date are white and every new purchase i like it to be white, was it not for my mother . She keeps on saying "you will have trouble staying tidy if you choose white all the time."Because of this reason she doesnt let me wear my white sweater :( .It's stuffed there for 3 whole years now. And true indeed, you need to clean up more than you do for other colors( only reason why i switch to other colors) . But still, i love wearing white. I guess i got spell-bound by "white-magic". Haha. So when you see me in the same boring white Ts all the time dont get puzzled, it's simply my white-mania.

Holi mania

Its Fagu Purnima today and people are getting wild with lolas and water .And if they still remember what "holi" actually stands for then may be they have colors too. But its hard to find people , especially children , who relish holi with color only ( without dirty water ). And also the chances are less that you escape lola each holi because holi has become a fortnight-long celebration in kathmandu . And i think government should think of extending that one-day holiday to one-week long holiday if it cant really help people walk safe in the streets prior to holi .

This Sunday while passing by the Exhibition Road (in front of R.R. Campus ), we saw a huge group of people almost blocking the road . We asked the traffic ( she was a woman) if there's a blockade in that path , fearing they were the hooligan who would vandalize our vehicle . Instead, in a very very carefree tone she replied " hoina , lola haaneka " ( "no , they are just hitting with lolas "). This is our government's advertised security and our "educated" breeds' holi celebration. And they target every girl, either walking or riding a bike . Boys need fear less since they are on the safer side provided they are not accompanying a girl. This is no celebration. This is pure case of harassment . If only laws were powerful , i would have accused all of them to be culprits .And this issue of harassment is not in the spot light ( i doubt if other issues of harassment are in spot light , still i mention it with priority because i recently suffered this ) because in a patriarchal Nepalese society girls neither raise an issue nor the ones raised are addressed until a massive gang of boys nod ( and as long as they are safe why would they bother debate about it , they got other jobs to do, right ? ).

I particularly dont like holi because of this lola-culture we have developed . I just hate holi , i even forgot why we celebrate holi. I find no charm in holi. Why does it return every year ? How happy i would be if it were like february 29 which would pop once every four year or even better if this culture would be forgotten . All i know is i need to escape lola today , tomorrow and i will give everybody a piece of my mind who paints me with vermilion and once i even pelted the boy who hit me with lola with a stone ( i know this is another ill-breed manner but i had no option to stop them from throwing me lolas back to back ). This time i had my facebook status set as " i will reciprocate every lola with a stone , now dare hit me with one " to reflect my utter dislike towards lola-culture. Holi was meant to be the festival of celebration, of victory over demon , like Dashain , but see what has become of holi . It has become the ultimate demonstration of culture-drain. This is my perception towards holi .