Public transport is a doddle these days. With the empty can of the tempo rattling behind us, being seated in front with the driver is quite the same as being in a cab.
We are happy to announce that we are partnering with writer Samrat Upadhyay to organize the second edition of Writing Nepal: A Short Story Contest. The contest has been set up to encourage new writing in English from Nepal. The deadline for all submissions is 30 June 2015. Samrat Upadhyay will be the sole judge […]
On 20 February this year, the eighth-grade students of East Horizon English Higher Secondary School in Jhapa found their language teacher, Rekha Ma’am, seated amongst them. That day, our team of four weary Word Warriors was taking on her role. After 16 long hours on a night bus from Kathmandu, we decided to throw our […]
Picture yourself eating dāl bhāt in a Nepali restaurant in Amsterdam. The sun plays lightly along the cobblestones, the tourists go about their strange European lives, fiddling with cameras, furtively glancing at the racks of lewd postcards and daydreaming in the fog of legal dope. The walls are peppered with sun-worn Everest panoramas and the […]
Dear young artists (students of Fine Arts, recent graduates, emerging talents) of Nepal, I found out earlier today that on Saturday, The Kathmandu Post published an odd article about Aditya Aryal aka Sadhu-X, one of our most promising artists. It was very disappointing for many reasons, which I will address below. But first I want to urge you not […]
I took a quick, cold shower on Sunday morning, the last day of the Jaipur Literature Festival. The previous night, I had transferred from a comfortable hotel, walking distance from the festival venue Diggi Palace, to a cheaper location. The temperature inside the new hotel room was not artificially controlled. So I dried myself fast […]
“India had not worked its magic on me. It remained the land of my childhood, an area of darkness; like the Himalayan passes, it was closing up again, as fast as I withdrew from it, into a land of myth; it seemed to exist in just the timelessness which I had imagined as a child, […]
editor’s note – It has been brought to our notice that our blogger is struggling to keep up with the deluge of simultaneous sessions spitting out ideas ranging from the sublime to the mundane. There is, apparently, Just Too Much Going On. A few hastily written notes, marred with metaphysical coffee stains (or whisky?) have nonetheless […]