My Short Cut Life story

I remember a time when each day was long,
When the world was a playground and my life is a song,
And I fluttered through years with barely a care,
Ignoring the future and what waited there.

School was bored but searching day with delights.
I played away day-times and dreamed away nights.
My parents assured me I had nothing to fear,
And that no matter what happened, they’d always be there.

Little I knew of a world outside home,
Where i can fine the love and care could mine.
All I saw were blue skies, rainbows and stars.
I looked past destruction of heartfelt hates.

As a child, my biggest concern was just me;
I had to be happy, I had to be free.
And if I was content, I would not shed a tear,
And no matter what happened, I still would be here.

But as I grow up, darkness starts to set in;
My bright world has turned in to concrete and tin.
I now see the violence I looked past before;
My relation start to die and my heart hits the floor.

Time by time I was unknown about Sisters love
My Friends got 1 or 2 but i got none
If I got sis in this life i will never Irritate  her that was my thought
And 4 years before i got one sweet little bitty innocent girl she called me DADA
I lost in her love and care. And may be she do
And no matter what happened, She will be the same

Sister, deadly with desire in heartfelt I love
There are sorrows below me, hates  above.
I often think back to when life was a game.
But no matter what happens, it can’t be the same.

There are days when I just want to be with you,
To give up completely, to throw in the towel and you,
But I hold my head high and I push my way through.
I have too much to give and so much to do.

And I make a promises that, though it’ll be hard,
Now My love never irritates you,Coz I lost respect and love too
I’ll go on with a smile and play every game of life.
I’ll give all I can, help others and love.
No matter what happens, life will bloom again,
And the strength..that I got the name of wealth from above.
So, don't hold my hand, and don't respect me as before
If my love and care become fade, There is no reason to be care .
But I’ll remember to care, remember to feel,
And no matter what happens, I will try your heart will be heal.

-W.Newrose
@ 2069-5-9 1:16 am
e:  william.newrose@gmail.com
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I find the harder I work, the more luck I have. (My Designs)

 16 Jun, 2014 

Chhepu - A Symbol of Artistic Fascination

Newa: arts are complex but meaningful. They are also ageless. They have plenty of fascinating symbols and stories to offer to the genuinely serious students of arts. A very interesting example is that of Chepu. Looking very dreadful and demonic, this mythical creature is a very common sight specially on the tympanum tops of the Newari temple doorways. Though it may look odd it has a fasinating story attached to it.
Long ago, the Kathmandu Valley was only a huge lake inhabited by the countless number of aquatic animals. The majority of them were the nagas (serpents). So this valley was also known as Naga Daha, meaning the "Home of the Serpents'.

KTM Valley

One day Manjushree Bodhisattva (a Buddhist god from China) came to visit this valley. He liked the valley. He liked the valley so much that he wanted to make a beautiful town out of it . With this intention he immediately cut through the southern hill of the valley with one stroke of this his legendary sword (chandrahara) and drained off the water. This compelled all the inhabitants of the lake to leave, as they could not do anything against the  almighty Manjushree.
But a creature called Chhepu stayed put. When by his yogic power Manjushree sensed that there was someone still hidden somewhere under the remnant of the lake, he commanded the latter to leave the water instantly. Chhepu was terrified when he saw that he could not go against the power of Manjushree. So he said he would leave the lake if Manjushree would promise not to look at his horrible feature when he moved out of the lake. According to the promise, Manjushree closed his eyes and Chhepu prepared to come out of the water. As the fear-stricken creature pushed half of his ugly body above the surface, Manjushree could not help but open eyes stealthily, out of curiosity.

When Chhepu saw Manjushree open his eyes, he got so upset that he quickly dived back deep under the water to hide himself again. Manjushree, ashamed of breaking his promise, soon negotiated with Chhepu assuring him that he would never bother again to seen by anyone). He also promised that he would allow himto occupy a very significant place in the holy temples of Nepal (he was going to build up soon in the valley) and remain there half-hidden forever.

This story seems to explain a lot about our architectural tradition of showing only half of Chhepu's body above the tympanums of the temple doorways. Whether this mythical story contains any grain of truth or not matters the least. What counts in the cultural value it reflects and the artistic fascination it leaves for one and all to understand and appreciate.

Manjushree

Manjushree Sword

-Niraj Man Singh
william.newrose@gmail.com
07 Aug,2013
Kirtipur-3, Kathmandu Nepal

Motorcycle Diary- Palung Daman Simbhanjyang

It was Saturday but not a regular Saturday morning as I was up to an
unprecedented Bike trip. I say unprecedented because I have not drunk today coz’ I was driving my motor bike.
Camera-check. Food, water-check. Wallet-check, Zippo-check, Laptop-check, Rayban-check, Mobiles-Check. I was ready to go. It set off at 7, stopped by several ATM machines to withdraw some cash, but none were working, Kirtipur, Durbamarg, Newroad, Putalisadak, even Kalimati.I reached one hotel at Zero Kilometer at about 9 am and had my breakfast; puri, tarkari, and tea. I liked those tea cups the most. After reaching Naubise, it was all uphill ride. Then I headed towards Tistung. and I stopped Bike, Lightened my cigarette rest for 13 mins, captured some pictures and got pee out. I was very excited with the glimpse of a mountain and stopped to take pictures of lali gurans. I passed through another area called Palung, “the place to buy Palungo Saag”. A little further, I stopped to capture picture of mountains. From there, it was a downhill ride. At about 11:30 am, I reached saatghumti, I must say it was road of snake shaped. This was the place I was supposed to worry about nothing would  gonna be bad. After a long drive of more than three hours, I finally reached Daman. As it was a long travel, I was very hungry and tired of the long travel. I needed to recharge myself. So I had some food;Daal, Bhat,saag tarkari, Achhar,Local chicken’s meat and one bottle beer, “Just one bottle toh banta hai coz I’m so tired ni ta”. I bought one pack Shikhar cigarette to add up to the one that I already had. The shopkeeper told me “drive safely coz yesterday a couple died in bike accident at right 12 pm, So wait till 12:15pm” And I said “Don’t worry Dai-I’m driving alone”. Well, I didn’t really care. At 12:45, I was ready for my Motorcycle Diary !!
                                                                                                        

-NIraj Man Singh-©2008

Motorcycle Diary-Tatopani Barabise

The early morning was damp and gloomy until the sun shone through which  I was hopeful of doing our mystery ride.Reminiscing about older times, and going back and forth about destinations, I had My Discman for making my journey fully musical. Finally I started my motorbike for a  Road trip to Tatopani from Barabise.It was 10:15 AM when I reached Tatopani and I had a quick breakfast at Newa Bhansaghar. After that, it was time for  Bath in hot glossy water.I took off my cloths to bath up I saw many foreigners were enjoying with Tatopani.Nearly I was thinking “Jau ki na jau”,That part of my bathing was interesting and warm going.I salute to mother nature.After Bath,I  began to capture  some pictures of Mother-Nature. Around 12:30 back to Barabise.and rested for a while.Then at evening in Barabise. I enjoyed with red whisky made by Snake’s skin. it was too hard to drink, in the other side of the hill, I saw through the window “sunset on top up the hill”. And I forget everything; even I forgot to capture a picture too.Day three# Then I reached 36 kilo miter from Barabise. It was a big achievement for me lazy bone as the incline seemed to have terminated and the descent began.The weather was refreshing, but I was thirsty. And just I was about to relax, I found our next picture to capture, and it shocked me, The café board it was written “HAWA GHAR SPECIAL LASSI AND CAFFE SHOP”.I was still smiling specially about that board. I asked to shopkeeper “Dai what place is this? He said this place is called “36 kilo miter”because from Kathmandu or Barabise its just 36 kilo miter from here”.Around 12:45 pm I enjoyed hot milk tea at Café and smoked a Cigarette and then at around 1:00 pm excitement of road trip began, some more before I reached  Bhaktapur after almost  half an hour. It was a  great view  to look at the top of the hill , The Load Big Siva
Temple at sangha...

                                                                                                        -Niraj Man Singh @ 2011

Manokamana Trip @ 1997 ( Motorcycle Diary )

Stretching my hands, taking Panasonic LUMIX DMC-FS42 camera and buying a water bottle, I set to experience some road trip. It was early in the morning and the sun was about to shine in the clear blue sky. My Kawasaki bajaj 4S champion 100cc Motorbike commenced its journey to one of the heritage places of Nepal called Manokamana,  a temple  of wish fulfilling Goddess. It was a picturesque hill town that had a rich heritage stories of its own. The place is situated on a small mountain at the height of about 3,500 feet from the sea level, and it offers a magnificent view of the Himalayan peaks.It was about 9:45 in the morning when I left Thankot to head towards my destination. I’ was all  alone, and I began the journey with full of enthusiasm and excitement as it was the 2nd long road trip to Manokamana . After about a couple of hours of driving, I stopped to get a cup of tea and get some pee out. And then resumed my journey before I stopped again at Malekhu, where I had Malekhu special fish, which was simply too delicious with chilled Beer. Having stayed there for about forty five minutes, I set off again with my stomach full. With AC/DC’s “black and black” song on my Discman My road trip began.I reached my destination, Manokamana at about 12:15 PM. The weather was foggy. However, that did not dampen the enthusiasm of the Riders, who were excited to go up to the famous Manokamana Temple without losing any time. But cable car was stopped for half an hour...it was lunch break. In just 30 minutes Cable car started, within 15 minutes,I arrived there. Although the weather condition was not in my camera’s favour, on a positive note, it did help me to see the changing mother-nature moments, since the environment was not so cool even I could see fog and pollution-free because of the foggy weather. It was amazing to see such old and antique, fine woodcarving things in the 21st century.At  night I stayed at Ram lodge, In night the environment was so worshipful.  Near, the teenage group was enjoying with beating madal, another thin boy singing a song “resam ferrireee” and I was enjoying with chilled beer and sekuwa.

Another Morning with little bit pain in back bone and dirty converse shoe, I concluded my unforgettable Manokamana road trip by arriving at a restaurant to have “Masu Bhat & Ghee” as lunch. After having lunch, I happily returned with a big smile at face, and with full of GNR’s song “Welcome to the jungle” on the way back to Kathmandu.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                -Niraj Man Singh @1997

Road Trip at Birgunj (Motorcycle Diary)

Planning a Road Trip?  Ready for the Rock and Roll!  Outdoor adventure waits! Roads, landscapes, Hills and mountains - expect all these and more. Pack your bags and let’s head to BIRGUNJ.

There are many day trip opportunities in Nepal.  Depending on your personal level of adventure, you can swim, hike, follow naturalist trails and arrange camping trips. You can do all that in your way. It is an enchanting town located in the south of Nepal, at the junction of Nepal and India border Highway.

The trip to Birgunj is well worth it. Known as The Valley of the Business, you will instantly fall in love with it clock tower, Temples, deep sparkling Ghadiarwa Lake park , gentle Birgunj gate, At the highway open spaces and fields of grain. Here is a Temple named called Gita Mandir where you can learn about Holy Mahabharat with beautiful Architectural fine art. Indeed, it’s best for those city dwellers who want to get away from the hustle and bustle of a busy lifestyle. Major festivals are the Blossom Festival held in March the Holi and November, the Chhat, Dasahara and Diwali Festival every October and the fall at night with beautiful glowing City. Even without these festivities, there are enough places to see and do in this business town. Visit the Holy place Bindabashni Mandir for open beautiful landscapes and appreciate the Murals of local which depict the life in the village. 

Day #1 @2009-10-4 :It was September, rays of wintery-wormy day at Kathmandu. The counting start on the way in the cold morning, I reached Pharping, where traffic stopped me for License
checking after a while I passed through 15 minutes ride and I stopped for  a cup of hot tea coz’ environment was so naughty. After having tea and cigarette my road trip began with The Door’s song “People are strangers” on my mp4 player. On the way I remembered my past life at Birgunj.. “Who am I? What am I now? What I’m doing now?, Is this called life what I’m having now? I’ dont belong here” Questions were going on and on. Then I changed track again there is the doors:-“Riders on the storm” This was good music for Road trip..Wow!! Then I headed towards crossroads, I stopped my motorbike, I didnt have a clue  where to go. I looked around but nobody was there. Then I lightened my cigarette, after a while I got the way. I followed other bikers. After a long drive of more than three hours I got hungry. I stopped for a lunch at Chisapani, Dewrali called Bhok mitho hotel, although it sounds weird but I started  my ride after having Sanmiguel beer at around 11:00am. I reached the ‘Kulekhani dam’ at the bank of the beautiful river. The dam locked by Nepal Army and you don’t have permission to get though without entering your ID cards numbers or have been checked; and its restriction to  photograph, but I liked miniatures capturing every details of microcosm nature. And it’s me “There is no any rules that can rule me”.I stopped at check post the army asked “Kaha janalageko?”.I said “Birgunj jana lageko”.“Licence number. Bhannush”-he strictly asked.And I said “05-522477/35827”.The Army man Smiled and said “Kati laamo Number ho?”.”Khoi sarkar le diyekai yeshtai cha” I said.After that I passed through. The Dam was so beautiful. It is well said ”Nazar nahi hatti nazaare hum yeh kya dekhe”. Destination kept changing from one place to another. Finally I arrived at Birgunj. It was quite changed then before..But one thing was not changed still..!!! It was still TOO HOT MAN!!! I met my best friend Santosh and we had good time at Bishwo raj’s small restaurant, we all were class mates when we were at Trijudda School. At night I stayed at Santosh’s
new home.It was a bit difficult to sleep at my friend’s house, a lot of memories
carrying in this city. Once I ruled this city I had got home here, business,Name
and fame…but today???? I have nothing; except sweet memories.

Day #2: 5-10-2009: An early bird as I am not … I sacrificed the tempting Monday morning sleep and I wake up for  meeting some old friends and take  shoots. I had stunningly beautiful changed city to look forward to, and the scenes right ahead. Riding in the morning through beautiful city with fresh air was fun. I took out my camera and captured some beautiful landscape of Birta mai, Ghanta ghar and my old house; where I was grown up, The sad part was, Now that house does not belong to me. Something still got into the house. it was the letter written on the top“NIRAJ BHAWAN”. It was really painful to see that name still on it. With the hurtful tears but not a drop to see. I tried to start my bike but starter was broken.I left my bike in Sita ram’s garage and took rickshaw for visit to Maisthan. I met Suman, Sanju,Dhiraj and My rakhi sis Anju...they all werefine and got good life and business. I had some marvelous tea at Anju’s house, but still I could hear that word “Ghar na-aaunu” in my thought. I could feel blisters inside the heart – “I should’ leave now!!” I took my bike from garage and Sita ram said: “Dai ahile sama yehi motor cycle chadnu huncha, Maileta socheko thiye tapai le arkai bike kinnu vayo”. I said:“Kinnu ta hunthiyo dai tara ke garnu petrol pahile ko jashto paundaina, pahila po 20/- rupiya ma paunthiyo ahile shortage huncha tesh ma pani petrol ko daam yeti mahango cha, Kathmandu- Birgunj jashto sano town hoina teshma pani pahad cha, mero bike 1 litter 70 kilometer dincha, aba kashlai dekhaunu cha ra pulser chadera”. Sita ram laughed and said “tiyo ta ho dai yesle jashto mileage aru bike le kaha dincha ra.” I had planned to lhave ocal wine with Ajay at evening but Santosh changed the plan, He arranged the small party at his sasuraly and I was surprised. After party I bought cheap helmet and winr for an evening bikeride. Now we were at maisthan chowk...having some paan and cigarette. And I was shocked coz all peoples are breaking traffic rules, without helmet and proper number plate they  were enjoying the ride and bichara traffic couldn’t do anything. I remembered Santosh said: “Yeha yeshtai ho Niraj. Time has been changed, Madeshi haru kai raaj cha ahile, Traffic kehi bolosh ta mukhai ma khancha, Bina helmate tabor load bike chalauncha.”  I said:“Ho yaar, pahile yehi chowk ma one way bata aayo vanera mero licence leyeko thiyo traffic le, but aaja one way ko board ko kehi matlab chaina”.Tonight is my last night at Birgunj. Uncle and Aunty they love me as own child they can’t stop saying “Babu dui char din basera jau”. At dinner they made especial dish for me with heart full of love.

- Niraj Man Singh @ 2009 (Memory Never Die)