Over the past few weeks, I remained busy spreading the word about our newly launched portals, http://www.nepalhotel-link.com/ and http://www.kathmanduhotel-link.com/. The overall feedback was positive, if not overwhelming. Personally, I think that we're suffering from the lack of interest from our own people. The initial statistics on the traffic we're getting show that only a small part of it is generated by domestic visitors. Had it been for me, I would not have lagged behind in promoting works of others, priority definitely going to those of our countrymen. What about you? Don't you think your small contribution today can change the way tourism is done in our country? If you think it can, I hope you will pass the word around and let your friends and colleagues know about our 'Caring for Destination' initiative and other activities related to responsible tourism in collaboration with whl.travel network.
I remain thankful to the following publishers who took their time to hear us and brought our efforts to the public through their media.
Gorkhapatra/The Rising Nepal
The Himalayan Times
eTravel Board
Nepali Times
Nepal-News.org
People's Review
Yahoo! Buzz (Howang Nhu)
Mixx (Howang Nhu)
I also wish to thank all those who are not in the list above but who did care to indicate their support in their own ways, and not to miss, all of our link partners.
If you care too, don't wait to let it out. Tools are plenty, just take your pick - email, buzz, chat, blog, Twitter, SMS, MMS and so on.
Monday, May 04, 2009
A note of gratitude
Saturday, May 02, 2009
Three hours for six litres?
Today was a hot and tiring Saturday for me. Productive or not, I leave it up to you to figure out. Got up at five, freshened up, dressed and rushed to a petrol pump at Pulchowk. Was pleased at first to see a very few bikes enqued, but was disappointed to find out that no petrol at all. So I made a phone call to an uncle of mine and he advised me to try my luck at yet another station at Lagankhel, operated by the army.
I immediately started my back, hit the 70 plus and reached there in 4 minutes or so. I got a position at the end of the double queue with more than 60 bikes ahead. It was barely six in the morning. I gathered that the distribution wouldn't begin before eight. That meant waiting for two long hours by the road-side.
To kill my time, I bought a newspaper, read it as long as I could and then tried solving the 'Sudoku' and the crossword, both unfinished, though. They opened the pump for the waiting public at eight, but they were already allowing other vehicles and even bikes, who apparently had some sort of coupons with them. It was nine when my turn came to purchase the fuel, but was only given 6.4 litres (for NPR 500.00). I gave the cashier a 1000 rupees banknote and asked him mockingly, "Is it a must to take the change?" (by which I meant to ask whether I'd get petrol instead of the balance cash). He smiled and shook his head in negation. I had no other choice but to leave with what I could get there. The remaining queue contained 300 bikes or even more. And dozens of cars.I had never been in such a long queue, not for petrol at least, before. That I must have carried my mask along, I realised later. I salute those who spend overnight so as to get the fuel next morning or even noon.
You may be surprised to hear that just because of the recurring fuel shortages, black market's blooming. More than that, there are several roadside vendors who're getting good business by selling tea, snacks and other items. Funniest of all, I learnt today that to get a bike looked after during the night, one needs to pay 50 rupees to a local club. Do the rest of the maths by yourself.
A friend of mine used to say, "What a life we're living? There's pipelines but no water, there are millions of vehicles on the road but no fuel, millions of cellphone users but not even a satisfactory coverage! Yet, nobody seems to be troubled as as if everything's in perfect order." I think that the average Nepalese people are perhaps the greatest inventors of new and adaptive cultures and they do need some melodrama to get used to all sorts of scarcities being imposed on them.
In the evening, I installed a combo TV tuner on my PC and was finally able to watch TV in my own room after one whole year. Was able to see a part of a programme (Future Weapons?) featuring a stealth plane called "The Predator" on Discovery. So if time permits and so does the electricity, I'll be spending some time watching TV when I'm at home. Sadly, the latter went off at 8:00 PM today.
Just as I was about to publish this post, electricity came back and I quickly turned my TV on. I was surfing through Nepali channels when I saw this breaking news on the ABC News, saying that a bomb was found today in a bus that had entered Kathmandu with passengers from Birgunj. After all the passengers got down and the bus was being parked, the driver was informed about the bomb by the bus owner (in Birgunj, who was tipped earlier by the person who had planted it there on the phone).
The driver and his assistants immediately searched for, found and threw the bomb on a nearby river bank. The police were contacted and after hours of hard work, it was disposed. A specialist of explosives stated that it was powerful enough to blow the roof off a building with a base area of 50x50 sq metres. It is scary to even think that it was actually targeted on civilians. That was a narrow escape from such an unthinkable tragedy!
Sunday, April 26, 2009
A cordial reception
Yesterday afternoon, I went to the airport with my teammates to welcome the first guests visiting Kathmandu after having made their hotel reservation through our portal a week later its launch was announced.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Loneliness is lyrical
How often do you rate songs on the basis of their lyrics? I do when I find songs that are written with passion and contemplation. Songs that reflect your character can become a very close friend of yours, reminding you of who you are or what you've been through.
In my list of favourite songs, there are a few that evince my own own thoughts, emotions and experiences so truly that I remain thankful to the writers. This particular song is one of those. It helps me find some solace when I feel alone and makes me believe that loneliness is lyrical, if you can choose the right words.
Inside Us All
When I'm all alone
And no one else is there
Waiting by the phone
To remind me I'm still here
When shadows paint the scenes
Where spotlights used to fall
And I'm left wondering
Is it really worth it all?
There's a peace inside us all
Let it be your friend
It will help you carry on
In the end
There's a peace inside us all
Life can hold you down
When you're not looking up
Can't you hear the sound?
Hearts beating out loud
Although the names change
Inside we're all the same
Why can't we tear down these walls?
To show the scars we're covering
There's a peace inside us all
Let it be your friend
It will help you carry on
In the end
There's a peace inside us all...
[Written by Tremonti/Stapp Published by Tremonti/Stapp Music]
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Crazy bike riders
Traffic conditions in Kathmandu are worsening everyday, that's for sure. It's so frustrating sometimes that no matter how hard you try, you just can't reach your destination on time. Traffic jams, road blockades, protests, roadside vendors, careless pedestrians and crazy bike riders - all at their best.
The reason I call most of the bike riders here crazy is their irresponsibleness and disregard for others. Just today, I witnessed a bunch of those. In less than a distance of 2 kilometres, I was stuck in two heavy jams and then rerouted due to a massive protest in one of the busiest junctions. The incident took place at the point where the second had occured.
Usually when a jam occurs, people are supposed to stick to their lane without obstructing vehicles coming from the opposite direction. That's what I was doing today. But a bike was trying to push through from my right, clearly off side and in somewhat uncontrolled manner. There were two boys on it. I stuck to my side and watched. They kept pushing though there was no way, only to hit the silencer of a bike that was ahead of me. The solitary rider of that bike then turned his head back and stared at the boys who had just hit his bike. They just giggled and paid no attention.
As the bike in front started moving forward, I followed and braked when he did. The speed was way below 10 kmph. Even at that speed, the same bike which was behind me now hit mine. When I looked back and asked, "Hey, what's this?" They giggled again. I waited for an apology, but they didn't even bother. A little later the rider shouted at me, "What's the use of blocking the way, can't you see there's a jam?" I couldn't tolerate their wayward conduct and decided not to keep my mouth shut. So I moved forward a few metres and when I found a suitable corner, stopped and waited for them to approach.
They were reluctant at first, but after about a minute later (as the vehicles from behind were blowing horn), they got into motion. Since I was at such a point that they couldn't escape, they approached and I signalled them to stop. They did and I said, "Don't you guys even know that if you make a mistake you're supposed to apologise first? Is the way you're riding okay? You just hit two bikes, don't you realise?" To my surprise, the rider answered, "Well, actually my bike's brakes are no good, that's why that happened." Before I could say anything, they sped up and and took a narrow street where I had no plans to go. I just stared sideways for a while and then headed towards my destination.
Friday, April 03, 2009
A late night confrontation
At about eleven last night, I turned off my computer and was preparing to go to bed so as to wake up early today. A taxi stopped by infront of my house and people got out. They were shouting loudly. Of about 6 or 7 people, there was a woman too, and when I peeked outside from the window, I recognised one of them as the one from the house right behind mine.
I have had a row with him more than once, usually when he caused disturbance when drunk at night.
I would have waited for 5-10 minutes for them to go to their places and ignored what was taking place completely. But then a male voice started getting louder every instant. I could clearly hear the coversation he was having with a girl on his cellphone, but handsfree and turned full volume. I live on the first floor and the rest of my family on the second. But the voices were so loud that anybody in the upper floors could hear that even with windows closed. I waited and waited, but the guy just went on chatting. It was the kind of chat you would not want your family to hear.
Well, I couldn't take it any longer and decided to deal with it myself, but as discreetly as possible, without gaining attention of my family, who otherwise would make appearances (something I would never allow) on the scene. So I went downstairs and turned on all the lights on the front face of my house. They are bright enough to make the neighbourhood day like. I thought for a while that the guy would become conscious that he's caught somebody's attention and would either quiten or leave the place. But I was wrong. He sounded as if he was enjoying the light and kept on. Finally, I took the door on the front end of the corridor, and then the main gate and went out. I saw that he was standing right under my window and didn't even seem to nice me when I stood right next to him. Other guys could be heard somewhere down the other street, but out of sight. I wasn't sure if they were his friends.
Anyway, I waited, but he just looked and ignored. I then tried to interrupt by asking, 'Hey, it's too late now. Go find some other place.' He ignored. I said again, 'Listen to me, you need to leave now.' He nodded slightly but gave no attention and kept doing his thing. I took him by his hand and said, 'Leave my premises, please, and right now!" To this, he simply freed his hand and again ignored me. I couldn't control myself anymore and held him with two hands and pushed with full force, literally throwing him on the road.
As soon as he landed on the road, he said something on the phone, stopped chatting and then looked back at me and immediately shouted to call his friends, who turned out to be the very guys hiding in the adjoining street. One came to him and asked what happened. He said, "Who's that guy who just threw me away? I'm gonna see him right now!' His newly arrived friend looked at me with a question on his face. I said to him, "Why look at me like that? Can't you see what time is it? Is this the way to behave? I tried to convince your friend, but he wouldn't simply listen. So I had to get him off my place myself. Is there a problem?"
The friend said to me, "Okay, sorry. It's alright", and then to him, "Hey, let's leave right now, let's go with the other guys. Let's get started, it's about time, come on." When he kept threatening me, his friend dragged him to the other street and finally out of my sight. I was relieved temporarily, but was not sure they wouldn't come back in a bigger number. I locked the gates, kept the lights on and went upstairs to my room.
It turned out that my mother, sister and my housemaid had all seen it happening from the balcony. I went upstairs and was trying to convince them not to worry and cool down. Then suddenly my suspicion came true. They came back and shouted from below. There were at least 6 of them and were so loud and abusive that made a few windows open on the houses in front, but only to be closed by the indifferent residents. Getting help from the neighbourhood was out of question.
I told my family to keep quiet, while the noise below just grew bigger. They even kicked at our gates, hit a stray dog in anger and then hit again at our gate with a brick. Apparently, they were seriously after me. So I had to dial 100 and call the Police Control Room for help. I briefly explained that we were under a serious threat, gave them our street address and block number and request for an immediate help and upon being assured, hung up. I grew restless as the guys below became more and more aggressive. So I had to call the control room again to explain the whole thing and then pleaded for a squad to be sent immediately.
Within 5 minutes the squad arrived in a pick-up van and stopped. But by that time, the guys had moved to the dark street and only their voices could be heard. When the officers got out of their vehicle and approached our house, I went downstairs, identified myself as the caller and explained everything. I also told them that I would recognise the two guys I had seen, though not the rest. They searched the neighbourhood for about half an hour and came back to say they had escaped. I told the officers that this was not a new thing and happened every night and requested them to make some serious investigations so that we could feel secure at home. They assured me that they would keep on track with the intruders and left.
Like every residential area, mine has neighbours too, hundreds of them. The houses are so closely built that the problem I'm describing affects them equally, if not more. However, not a single neighbour tried to even show that they had noticed the whole thing, let alone coming forward as a witness, not yesterday, not ever before. Are they so sure that this would never happen to them or they would require help in the future? I don't have an answer. But living like that is just not my style.
It was not a new scene in the neighbourhood and has been reccurring every night for at least 4-5 years, the only difference being the number of taxis and persons. My neighbours cared to share one bit of information, though. They say that those people coming every night and disturbing the calm of the night are usually the so-called dancers, waiters and bouncers from some 'dance bars' in the city.
As for me, this wasn't the first time that I attempted to intervene either by asking the people to stop making noise or by secretly calling the police. But it was only yesterday that I had gone for a physical. According to my sister, if only a few of my neighbours had shouted, "Hey, what's going on there and why are you making so much loud? We need to sleep!" or said something like that without even leaving their rooms, the intruders would have hardly dared to make such a fuss. We would have readily helped our neighours at such times or some other need. Otherwise, why does one need neighbours at all? What will our kids learn from us and what kind of people will they grow up to be?
Naturally, my mother is worried that they would follow me down for a revenge, while I also can't ignore that or similar possiblities. But that's the price we have to pay it seems, for taking our stand against the wrong. We've decided to take every possible caution and watch each other's back.
We remain thankful to the prompt and helpful officers who came to our rescue last night. We hope that in the future, people can actually rely on the police for the kind of security and other services they are supposed to provide.
Wednesday, April 01, 2009
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
I wish some of the things that happened today were just April Fools' Day jokes. I wish somebody told me so. Don't know if I'll be able to sleep tonight.
Thursday, April 10, 2008
What's more questionable?
Which human behaviours do you find most peculiar and prevalent? My answer would be - our complaining about the works of and questioning ethics of other people.
I wonder why we can't as easily appreciate works of others as we expect ours to be appreciated. We don't even remember who taught us the art of complaining, do we? It's as if we were born with more than what we need to master this art. Likewise, when it comes to questioning others' ethics, we don't stand an inch behind. Even better we are at brushing off the shame we bring to ourselves in the name of criticism.
Criticism is perhaps the most misapprehended word of all. Why is it that negativity echoes first when we use this word? Could it be that negativity lies somewhere inside us - in our conscious or the sub-conscious selves?
Today we're observing a historic event in my motherland, Nepal. It's the Constituent Assembly (CA) Election today. We, the citizens, are supposed to elect the members of the CA, which will write a new constitution for the nation. We have complained for nearly two decades since the people's movement resulting in multi-party democracy in 1990. Several governments formed and dissolved and we kept complaining all the time. Eventually we began losing interest in politics and paying attention only to the means of our own survival. We (especially the people living in the capital) became so indifferent to what was going on in the mainstream politics or in the rebellious movements or in our very neighbourhood.
Today, I think is definitely not the day for us to just complain about the past and do nothing but exhibit our indifference and inaction. Today's the day when for once we stop complaining and act. I wish my fellow countrymen felt the same way and got this message.
Let's ask ourselves, "Is complaining all we can do?" Let's question our own morals first. Let's realise our voting right. Let's use it. Let's act! Together we can make a difference.
I'm taking all the registered voters in my family to the polling booth today including my grandpa (81) and grandma (78).