Interim Constitution

Finally, the Interim COnstitution 2063 has come out. It’s handicap since it’s birth, though.

Had it been submitted in complete form, it would be better. Let’s see what happens next.

(Look at the members of the drafting committee, they have started speaking against one another.)

By the way, for my own future reference, here is the link of the document.

By Himanshu Kaishuvam Posted in Uncategorized Tagged

Chhayadevi came to the lime light

Chhyadevi Parajuli, the octogenarian who used to be seen in the fore front of the rallies organised to fight the autocratic regime of the monarch for three years, is no more now.

She passed away today.

I had first seen her picture in a newspaper, where she was leading the crowd in the Valley against the King’s take over, even at the time when the political parties were hesitating to come forward to lead the masses and raise voices for the democracy.

Later I saw her in some occassions in the rallies when I being a journalist had …..

Some time later Chhayadevi came to the lime light. She became popular because of her active participation in the demonstrations despite her age. Also, she was very vocal and she knew what she was speaking about.

There was some hearsay about her.

1. The old woman goes to the rallies because she is paid two or three rhinos a day.

2. She is a sympathizer of the Nepali Congress because she was a girlfriend of Late BP Koirala.

3. She is an active worker of the Nepali Congress.

God knows the truth. However, I don’t believe that she went to the rallies for the money. She turned to be sympathizer of the Nepali Congress because she participated in the 2007 Revolution.

Just today, in the TV, I saw her expressing her desire to meet the Maoist leaders and give them some advice.

Though illiterate, Chhayadevi was speaking with confidence and she was clear with her vision.

Chhayadevi fought for democracy because she thought she had to, being a conscious citizen. She had no personal motive for that.

My respects to the granny who has given lesson to the politicos who apparently fight for the democracy and betterment of the society but get involved in the fulfillment of their own ulterior motives.



I seldom listen to English numbers. First, I fail to grasp the pronunciation of words in the lyrics when sung. Second, it is not always possible to get lyrics of whatever song I come across. Also, most of the songs, I sometimes think, are hollow: no serious meaning in them; only music, rhythm, and performance.

However, there are some numbers that I really like. One among them is Time by Pink Floyd.

It took me more than two years to completely understand the song.

Only after 2 minutes and 8 seconds, you can hear the voice of the singer on the 6 minute and 47 seconds long song. Though there is a long hiatus in this wonderful song, you won’t complain because of spellbinding music.

May be the pause has some message to the audience; the message which is later the lyrics also given: time is valuable, don’t waste it!

Though to comment in music is not my cup of tea, I have to say that lyrics of Time have perfect articulation and sincere message. This song has nice music as well.

By Pink Floyd.

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an off hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun

And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it’s sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in the relative way, but you’re older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death

Every year is getting shorter; never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over, thought Id something more to say

Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
And when I come home cold and tired
It’s good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells.