Direction of peace process : Heaven of hell or Hell of heaven?

“Kahin nabhaeko jatra Handigaon maa”

The proverbial jatra (yatra) has been performed in Handigaon today. Meanwhile, not two kilometres away from Handigaon, there was beginning of another jatra in Baluwatar the same day.

The Handigaon jatra always ends up with a traditional feast where everybody is content. It is yet to see what the Baluwatar “fair” where the seven parties and the Maoists are taking part in the much-hyped “Summit talks” will bring into being.

If it will come in favour of the people and the nation, you are welcome. (People have high expectations.)

Hopefully, this time, in the peace process, none will “argue in a circle” and resort to the perversion of the truth to gain cheap popularity and garner sympathy or support from the quarters behind the scene that have their own ulterior motives and are involved in the sordid power play in the region and the world.

Otherwise, eff off all you political baloneys! No excuse to you if you fail to bear your responsibility again.


“A mind not to be changed by place or time.
The mind is its own place, and in itself
Can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven.”

Though Satan in the “Paradise Lost” by Milton says so, this verse gives lesson to all. Do you politicos have that capability to emphasize Nepali people’s longing for peace and desire for proper environment for advancement?

It’s up to you whether you make a heaven of a hell. But DO NOT MAKE a hell of heaven.

I pray for the success of the peace process. Let’s hope, it won’t be a white elephant.

By Himanshu Kaishuvam Posted in Uncategorized Tagged


There is fluctuation in my writing. I know. You too have noticed it if you are a regular reader of my entries, or if you go through five or six entries, you will get to know it now.

Sometimes no proper articulation of things and lousy English, sometimes terrific writing… This is the matter of time and my mood.

When I am offline, I am not under stress and can write better than when I am online.

Offline (though wrongly I am using this word as adverb here), I have enough time to look after every word, phrase, clause and sentence. I can edit and embellish the write ups. However, what I write online I don’t edit. I leave it as it is unless something written is not on purpose misleading.

[There was power failure when I was writing this. I don’t have Ultimate Power Supply. So the machine too abruptly shut down. Luckily what I had written is not lost this time. Going off of power sort of things sucks. Has anyone ever tried to estimate how loss we commoners have to face because of the abrupt power cut-off? May be today’s was failure of the system in electricity transmission however there should be some sort of mechanism to inform the public regarding the power cut off.

I went to the roof-top. It was dark outside. Though today is the first day of the waning moon, the sky was murky. Clouds and raining! However, some halo in the sky. The environment was quiet. No barking of dogs. (Where have those stray dogs gone today?) I enjoyed the moment. Mild cold breeze that brought the water drops to the place just under the water tank where I stood.]

[Also, another thing that sucks is the problem with my connection. I share the Internet service and most often see the Error 691. (Needless to say, it’s dial up.) If somebody is using the same account, I cannot connect to the net. (It’s not multiple user account. Last time from the account I was using many users could log in at the same time.) And even though I get connected, because of sluggish speed, I cannot do things easily.]

Just a minute ago there was a thunderbolt and I was terrified. Mutu dhakka fulyo ani heart beat badhyo. Malaai chatyaang ko aawaaz dekhi dar laagchha. Then, I in hurry pressed Alt, F and S keys to save the content.

I tried to connect again. But it failed for three times.

Now I am listening to Pink Floyd. Time: Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day……. Home, home again/ I like to be here when I can……… To hear the magic spells.

Tara khoi … I feel the ending is not good in this song.

(Yesterday the connection failed to establish for four times so I am trying to post these entries this morning. Failure once again. Is the password changed? May be.

All the same, now I suspect that the password in the “Connect to” account saved in this machine has been changed inadvertently such that it’ become different from the real one. I will have to ask Ishwor again. But he is in the office and he does not like to be disturbed when he is working. I will have to wait till evening. (10:37 am)]


After 24 hours I succeeded to establish connection from the same account.


Dashain is over. Tihar is on the horizon. Because of long vacation, I have been lazybones again.

The routine, whatever I had, has been the same but yet not the same.

When the university opens, it will be rough sledding finding my feet to the pace there. What is more, exams are in the pipeline. And, if straight away I do not start preparing for the exams, I will only have to be remorseful for mooning away the time.

(Anyways, I haven’t forgotten this reality.)

It’s raining outside. This rain will bring coldness.

I like winter. And there are some reasons behind this.

I have appetite during cold seasons and I gain some weight. Also, lean and thin manifestation of me goes for hibernation. (Does this make any sense?) I mean to say because of thick winter clothes I appear to be “on top form”.

However, I have, by now, figured out that this winter will be hard time for me.



I don’t like ornaments. But today I have more than 10 gm of different golden decorations put on.

Yesterday, I changed that inexpensive top from my newly pierced ears with golden ear-ring (mundra) that my bro used to wear when he was kid.

Today I have this bracelet on my left wrist and this golden chain around my neck. I am not feeling comfortable, though.

… Alike a criminal handcuffed. May be like a wild beat tied up with daamlo (I failed to remember the English word for daamlo)…