Libraries in Kathmandu EP1- Kaiser Library

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The Kaiser Library is situated in Kaiser Mahal in Kathmandu and right in front of the western gate of the Narayanhiti Royal Palace. Kaiser Library is one of the most unique and oldest libraries in Nepal.
Accessibility and Membership:
This library is free to access for everyone and doesn't require membership. You can go and read books there  but you are not allowed to take any books home.
It also has free wifi for readers there 
During the last days of the rana regime, Kaiser Shum sher was the lord saheb in-charge of the nepalese army. Right from his very young age of 15 or 16 Kaiser Shumsher was interested in buying and collecting different types of books and newspapers. In that very young age he also got a chance to visit England with his father Maharaja Chandra. He was very much impressed by the ruling system of England, as well as by the library system and the proper management of books there. Book collection was his hobby and his visit to Britain & British libraries led to increase the number of his books and change in the structure of his own library. From England, he bought & brought with him many books to Kathmandu. Even though the books in his library grew in number they were his personal property and ordinary people didn’t get chance to read them or to have an access to his library. the library was limited to the members of his family, special people of the nation and special visitors from abroad. it remained personal for many years even after the revolution of 2007 b.s. (1950 a.d.) which introduced democracy in Nepal. before his death in 2021 b.s. (1964 a.d.) he wished to hand over his library to the government, thereby making it a national property so that everybody could get the benefit out of it. according to her higness krishna chandra devi rana was taken over by the government of nepal, and since the year 2026 b.s. (1969 a.d.) it is running under the name of kaiser library.
Location
The Kaiser library is situated in the Kaiser mahal a central city of kathmandu valley, and right in front of the western gate of the narayan hiti royal palace . kaiser mahal was the residence of late field marshal kaiser shamsher jung bahadur rana son of the late prime minister chandra shamsher jung bahadur rana.the kaiser library itself is unique in terms of art, architecture, cultural heritage, photographs, and paintings mingled at one place.
Opening hours
summer : 10.00 a.m. to 5.00 p.m. (except on public holidays)
winter : 10.00 a.m. to 4.00 p.m. (except on public holidays)
friday : 10:00 a.m. to 3:00 p.m.
For more information on the Kaiser Library, visit http://www.klib.gov.np/
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I am Sorry - Badri Aryal

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I Am Sorry

Its already round a clock but,
Misunderstanding hasnt gone yet
Lets clear the air
Lets bury the hatchet
Please give hand in my hand
Lets feel closest again and again
Alright it was my mistake then;
I would never want thee to worry
Please! I am sorry .
     -Badri Aryal
( MBBS ,IOM, Teaching hospital)
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Schedule-: Day 2 - Ncell Nepal Literature Festival

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Don't Miss Rajesh Hamal at 5 P.M.
Here Goes the schedule. Free Entry


Today-Day two @ Ncell Nepal Literature Festival
Backyard
11 am-12 pm
जलश्रोत
वक्ता- डा. दिपक ज्ञवाली, डा. डम्बर नेपाली, केशवध्वज अधिकारी 
प्रस्तोता- किरण नेपाल

12 pm-1 pm--Backyard
Telling it like it isn’t
Ajay Bhadra Khanal in conversation with Carlo Pizzati/
Dabali

12 pm-1 pm
मौन पाताल यात्रा
वक्ता- खगेन्द्र संग्रौला
प्रस्तोता- युग पाठक

1 pm-2 pm
(Lunch Break)----Launch of Echoes, a novel by Ishwor Kadel
2 pm-3 pm -Backyard

Chronicles of Bush bazaar
Aunohita Mojumdar in conversation with Matthieu Aikins
2 pm-3 pm- Dabali
कुरा किताबी किरोका
वक्ता- गणेश पौडेल, उदय अधिकारी, सुमन घिमिरे
प्रस्तोता- सगुना शाह
3 pm-4 pm---Backyard
सम्पादकीय स्वतन्त्रता
वक्ता- ध्रुवहरि अधिकारी, सुधिर शर्मा, प्रकाश रिमाल
प्रस्तोता- विष्णु सापकोटा
3 pm-4 pm---Dabali
Why pleasure seeking and poetry will save us Cilla Khatry in conversation with Tishani Doshi
4 pm-5 pm--- Backyard
विचार पृष्ठका आधार
वक्ता- ध्रुव सिम्खडा, विश्वास वराल, संगीता लामा
प्रस्तोता- प्रनिका कोयू
4 pm-5 pm----Dabali
Has South Asian Writing in English emerged from India’s shadow ?
Speakers : Farah Ghuznavi, Peter J Karthak,Samrat Kharel
Moderator : Rabi Thapa
5 pm-6 pm
लोग्ने मान्छे भएर रुनु हुन्न रे- इन्टेरोगेटिंग जेन्डर
वक्ता- राजेश हमाल
प्रस्तोता- अर्चना थापा Archana Thapa

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Morning Sleep - Badri Aryal

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MORNING SLEEP

Image Source-:http://www.deviantart.com/art/Harry-Potter-Good-Morning-148566352

There comes a time,when i should rise from bed
With lots of dreams striking into my head
But The Coziness of the Bed Lures me a lot
More than to an ant, a sugary pot

When early birds start to sing
And the alarm rings sounding ting ting
Snooze,snooze and snooze the alarm
To sleep,for sleeping is the best thing

Early in the morning i do not rise
So i may not be healthy,wealthy or wise
But sleep is sleep and i love sleeping
As much as the greatest possible size

But,
To the tide of time,i must be abide
Despite this sweet sleep,i am obliged to rise
There are places waiting for me to see
And many characters of life i need to be
                                    -Badri Aryal
He is an undergraduade student of medicine ,studying at Institute of Medicine,TUTH,Maharajung
You Can Contact him at this address "badriaryal431@yahoo.com"
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Twenty one - Saujan Gyawali

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Pic-Saujan Gyawali
Twenty one
When I was mid twenty
Unexpected girl purposed me for date
At the middle of night
I was embarrassed, shocked
Finally I turned on my light
Why….???
She purposed me
I was confused…???
Again, my mind thought of her
And! I was confident
My heart says a name of her
I am in love 
This was mid Twenty 

When I was Eighteen and Nineteen
I wish to be like sweet Sixteen
But… my Mom says 
Son do this and that
My Dad says
Noway Son learn this and that
I was completely feed up
I was unaccompanied
That was Eighteen and Nineteen

When I was Seventeen and Sixteen
I used to saw dream
It was much sweet as an ice-cream
Mom says Son you need to be a Doctor
Dad says no no Son you need to be an Engineer
Poor me I wanted to be a Writer!
Everyone laugh at me
Made a joke on me
This is how I made Now
This is how my society made me Now
That was Seventeen and Sixteen

When I was Fifteen and Fourteen 
I was naughty Teen
Infatuation, Affection, Attraction 
What made my study Distraction!
Curiosity of Love and Sex
That what I was made to face
That was Fifteen and Fourteen

When I was Twelve and Thirteen
I lost my friend circle
Only because I couldn’t mingle
I was beaten by a teacher
And they said
You poor Looser you don’t have any future
I don’t know what’s right and wrong
Only used to saw to be Strong
That was Twelve and Thirteen

When I was Ten and Nine
Everyday was fun and last till twenty-four-seven
No more pain
No more gain
Life was simple as growing grain
That was Ten and Nine

When I was Seven and Six
My first Birthday celebration was fixed
Had bicycle as gift
Overwhelmed of joy when I learned
To ride it by sight by sight
That was Awesome!
That was Fantastic!
That was great Seven and Six

When I was Five and Four
I was afraid of taking shower
And! My Dad poured me into the drum
I was shouted as Crunched
That was Five and Four

When I was Three, Two and One
I don’t know who was I
My mind was blank
And I was medium 
To those
Who wanna make a Prank
That was Three Two and One

When I was Zero
My Mom was Pregnant
She thought
Her baby Girl will be same like as her Mother
Unfortunately!
I was born as unexpected baby boy from my Father!
That was Zero

©Saujan Gyawali
11th September 2014
Contact Him at https://www.facebook.com/ayurveda.gyawali

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लाइब्रेरीमा फिल्म हेर्न जादा- Abhishek Kharel

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लाइब्रेरीमा फिल्म हेर्न जादा
कुरो बैशाख तिर को हो। मोबाइलमा बिबेकको मेसेज आयो -"ओए त्यो RNAC  को इन्डियन लाइब्रेरीमा आज बेलुका 'झोला' फिल्म देखाउदै छ,  हेर्न जाम न। "
त्यो 'झोला' भन्ने फिल्म फेसबुकमा चर्चा मा थियो। राम्रो छ भन्ने धेरै कमेन्टहरु देखेको थिए। नेपाली फिल्मको फ्यान नभए पनि सित्तै मा हेर्न पाईने भए किन छोडनु भनेर मैले बिबेकलाइ फोन गरे। बिबेकले त्यहा सिट थोरै छ, बसेर हेर्ने भए अलि चाडै जानु पर्छ भन्यो। 
हामी आधा घण्टा चाडै त्यहा पुग्दा लाइब्रेरीको ढोका बन्द थियो। मान्छेहरु को निकै भीड थियो। मान्छेहरु लाइनमा थिए। तर लाइन भने मिलेको थिएन। ढोका वरिपरी मान्छेहरु ठेलमठेल गर्दै थिए र उनीहरुको पछाडी ३/४ ओटा लाइन निस्केको थियो। हामी एउटा  लाइनमा गएर उभियौम। बिबेक अगाडी कोहि चिन्ने मान्छे छ कि हेर्न गयो र म चाहिँ येति चाडै तेत्रो मान्छे आएको देखर छक्क परे - "साचै नेपाली फिल्मको क्रेज बढेर हो कि सित्तैमा पाएर हो ?"   
बिबेक अगाडी कोहि चिनजान् को मान्छे छैन भन्दै आयो अनि मैले अलि पछाडी सरेर उसको लागी ठाउँ बनाए। बाटो पट्टि नहेर, कसैले देख्यो भने बेइज्जत हुन्छ, बिबेकले भन्यो। मैले सहमती जनाए, अनि हामी कुरा गर्दै थियौं, अगाडीको मान्छेको स्वोरले हाम्रो ध्यान खिच्यो। हामी भन्दा ४/५ जना अगाडि एउटा २५ वर्ष जतिको युवक ठुलै स्वोरमा बोल्दै थियो-
"यी साले धोतीहरु, हामीलाई अति हेप्छन्। ढोका बन्द गरी आफू चै माथि बसेर 'देखो देखो ये नेपाली लोग कैसे धक्केबाजी करके खाड़े हें' भन्दै होलान्।"
उसले सिमा अतिक्रमण , नेपाली राजनीतिमा हस्तछेप आदि कुराहरु गर्दै थियो। हामीलाई मुला कति ठुला कुरा गर्दो रैछ जस्तो लागी रहेको थियो। बेला बेलामा "सहि हो दाई" भन्दै हामी उसलाई जोस्साउम् थियौं र आफैँमा चै उसको कुरा काट्दै थियौं।
यसै बिचमा केहि केटाहरु लाइनमा अगाडि पट्टि छिरे। त्यो युवक करायो - "हे, युवाहरु यसरी लाइन नमिच,  बरु आउ तिमीहरु मेरो ठाउँमा बस, म पछाडी जान्छु।"
हामी उसको कुरा सुनेर हास्यौं। ती केटाहरुले सुन्दै नसुन्या गरे। मेरो र बिबेकको त पहिल्लै देखिको प्लान थियो, ढोका खुल्न साथ दौडेर अगाडि जाने अनि अरु लाई ठेल्दै भए नि भित्र छिर्ने।


ढोका खुल्यो। हामी लाइन छाडेर दौडियौम। अरुले नि त्यसै गरे। धक्का-धक्की भयो। लाइब्रेरीको इन्डियन खिस्स  हास्यो। त्येसले नेपालीहरुलाई जेसुकै भनिठानोस, हामी लाई त सिटमा बसेर फिल्म हेर्नु न थियो। हामी भित्र छिर्यौं। हत्त न पत्त सिटमा गएर बसी हाल्यौं। केहि सेकेन्ड मै सबै सिट भरियो। केहि सिट त ढोका बन्द गर्नु अघि नै लैब्ररीमा भएका ले ओगटिएका थिए। मान्छेहरु कोहि लाइब्ररीको टेबुल माथि त कोहि किताब र्याग माथि बसे। अनि त्येस पछि को अगाडि उभिने भनेर पनि प्रतिस्पर्धा भयो। हामीले चारै तिर हेर्यौं अनि मक्ख पर्यौं मानौ कि हामीलाई कुनै लुप्त धन प्राप्त भएको हो।
येत्तिकैमा हामीले अघि को युवकलाई देख्यौम। ऊ पछाडी उभिएको थियो। अनि घाटी तन्काई तन्काई अगाडि हेर्न खोज्दै थियो। हामीले उस तर्फ खिसी पूर्ण मुस्कान छोडयौम्। उसले कुनै प्रतिक्रिया जनाएन। बिबेकले भन्यो - "येस्तो कंडीसनमा के गर्नु पर्छ भन्ने अब येस्ले थाहा पायो होला। "
हाम्रो मन प्रसन्न थियो।
तर यो प्रसन्नता आफुले सिट पाएकोमा थियो कि या आफु सिटमा बस्दा लाईनमा अगाडि भएका मान्छेहरु उभिएकाले थियो, त्यो चाहिँ छुट्याउन, मुस्किलै थियो ।


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Thank You Ankit Jha .. for mentioning our official pafe in your blog
Titled "8megapleasure.blogspot.com".
We really appreciate it.

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INDRAJATRA.. AND THE HISTORY BEHIND IT .. BY NIXON DANGOL

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This Story is a Work Of Fiction ... The Language Completely Belongs to author.
Any Resemblance is Purely Co-Incidental. And Please Don't Copy It without Writers Consent.
Enjoy!!

 Characters:
i.Indra, king of heaven
ii. Mother of Indra
iii. All kantipurians.
iv. Tantrik
Scene I- Heaven
Time- Unknown due to space-time relativity problems.
Something troubles Indra, the great lord. Grown with lavishness and enough riches, he still seems down at all the mighty glory around him.
'I want what i want when i want it.' growled Indra at the heavenly archeangels.
Indra, all dressed up with those heavy neat robes embedded with several valuables eyed sternfuly to his immaculate garden.
'NOTHING!...ALWAYS THE SAME!' The fire of his proliferating agitation destroyed the whole garden of heaven.
'Sire...' chuckled one of the fairies '...Mother is coming.'
Now Indra was under his senses. It was the day her mother would keep fasting. The whole of the heavens garden had been destroyed.


'What have you done you fool!...'
Her mother had already entered the chamber that opened to the garden. '...with great power comes great responsibility, its not okay to blast off something you shun, son...you are a god.'
Indra all blinded by his pride ignored her mother.
 'Now where shall i find any flowers to start my program.' Indra frowned at her mother that she should contact the god at bureau of flower making.
'I just did' She sadly exclaimed 'Heaven is out of any good flowers.' Indra now had realized his mistake. The fast would be meaningless, worshipping the gods without any flowers.
'flowers are crucial.' Indra murmured. Now staggering Indra was desperate to find any flowers on the heavenly land. But Indra was lost in despair, trying to find the best for her mother. Indra finally called his master for help.


'where shall i seek any flowers?'
'scrutinize the land of deaths.'
 'the land of deaths??... Land of Mortals you say?, the Earth!!!'
 'yes the earth, travel through the skies until your vision hits the most fertile of all the lands.'
After that Indra hit the road, without any notice or farewell from heaven. The master smiled with a grim look as indra marched his way down the earth. 'sucker...' the master whispered.


Scene II : Earth
Time : around 1200B.S.


Source Google
Earth is not less exquisite at the time, just impeccable like heaven. The people gathered less sins, ignorant with the ways of life. The eastern hemisphere held even less infrastructure, where people highly believed in pantheism. The whole plateau practised a huge deal of agriculture. As indra descended to earth, he observed a great deal of renaissance and industrialism at the west.
'industries ruins my flower...'
So he swayed further down the east till he eyed the valley.
'the valley that once was a pond...what could be more arable...'
Indra escalated much faster now, down the valley of Kantipura. But it was too hard to find any flowers, as all practised to culture crops. The only flowers they would nurse would solely be for the occasions to worship god, in a very small scale, delimited within those tiny muddy vase. As Indra searched and searched within the greenary of Maru tol, he observed something colourful from the midst of the skies. 'Alas! A beauty...' Now Indra was ready to do his work. He changed his apparition into a humane form, very much of a less profile. The rare garden was pretty much eluding that even attracted Indra. He did not even suspected the strange appearance of the shimmering garden at the middle of the valley. As he walked down the perimeter of the garden, he got mesmerized by the mighty beauty the garden held, the fragrance was what he had never encountered before.
'beautiful...' cried Indra.
He noticed several variety of flowers. Chrysanthemum, Parijaat, Hibiscus, Jashmine....mostly parijaat of all possible colours. Now Indra had entered the garden that was heavily barred. He began to pluck down every possible flowers his hands met. An old man was staring from a distance to his garden. He noticed that someone had successfully entered his holy garden and was now picking up the flowers without his permission. Everyone in the village knew the old man. He was an infamous tantrik. And everyone would only take the flowers after he granted the permission. Moreover the bars were enchanted so that no ordinary being could cross the fences. So he guessed the man to be something foreign. Furiously the tantrik took his bamboo stick and scampered his way towards Indra.
'Stop it...Stop it...you ghoul...' the tantrik jumped upon the mishap Indra had created.
'Who on earth are you to tell me stop ...' Indra positioned himself calmly. 'You seem to be new here, arent you?'
'Maybe.' SNAP! Indra again plucked down another flower. The tantrik was now insanely furious.


'This is my garden so stop taking out my flowers...' Indra ignored and the old man now had enough of his foolishness. The old man took out tiny strings from his clothes and threw out towards Indra. The enchanted strings were all over Indra. Indra was now paralyzed but conscious.
'What is this, what have you done to me..' Indra tried to budge with the greatest effort but could not. The tantrik now bound his whole body with strings so he could not move.
'Its show time' said the tantrik.
Scene III- Heaven
Time: some time after scene 2
'Something's wrong..' The Mother sensed something bad


'Yes, I heard about the flowers.' replied the master.


'No not that, something has gone wrong.'


'Well what could be wrong more than this mother?'


'I think its Indra, where is he?'


'Lord Indra...I sent him to earth to collect some flowers for you.'


'..and he went alone?'


'ye...yes mother.'


'prepare for my visit, i m going to get back my son.'
Scene IV: Earth
Indra was restless but belligerently struggling to be untied. The old man had gone away somewhere, leaving him all alone upon the unkempt swampy floor. He was terrified by the certain magic that was so strong. Every bad deed would be punished, and the same goes for god. He could hear the desperate cries of his dear white elephant 'Airawat' searching for his beloved master. Indra feared of getting killed as he noticed a whole mob of town people rallying their way towards him.
'Who do we have caught...from the old man's place...i know the old man was ill...and it must be some poor chap...' inquired the lady from the Shakya clan, the highly respected people at the time and still today in the Newar community. The tantrik listened every words sincerely and tried to explain that he had not done wrong and the man captive was out of line.
'my apology lady mother, but his mistake must be exposed...he must acknowledge his pride... by being broken.'
One woman bellowed her heart out claiming her son had not come home from this morning.
'Is it... Is it my son... He went to play at the fountain...please forgive my son, dont make a big fuss about it...'


'Mother!... I am right here.' a child beckoned from behind.
Everybody laughed.


'well that settles...' and paced the tantrik along with the mob towards his garden.


'Thou la jatra nyai thhe chon!' 'Seems today's gonna put a big show.'
chuckled everybody.
Now the whole crowd gathered Indra.
'Any body's child?...nobody's?...this thief!...'howled the old man '...should learn a lesson about stealing...to pay respect...'
Indra lied effortlessly pushing the mud off his face.
'people... make this man suffer... Let him stand... And tie him by this tree...'
'who are you...and where are you from...'asked the old man.
Indra answered nothing.


'how do you feel now huh?' smiled the tantrik.


'humiliated...now would you let me go...'


'...not until you tell us who you are.'


'i am not from here...'


'Aha!...seems to me like a spy, is it?'


'No...' cried Indra.


'dont lie to us, havent you had enough!'
***
Devi Basundhara, mother of Indra, rode by her chariot towards the earth
'an extremely small city...city made of a single tree...and it would be the last place my son would visit...'
Basundhara was all radiating beams of light. She was now upon the road... searching.


'nobody...' she whispered upon the quiscent streets. Out of nowhere the desperate woes of
Airawat, the elephant began.


'Airawat...' Basundhara called out .


The white elephant was similarly unconscious at the small crossroad of kilagal. Basundhara untangled the heavy magic bestowed upon the heavenly elephant. Now the giant hairless elephant was free.


'find your master...'ordered the mother.


With the highest bellow, the elephant screeched the road towards Maru, where all took place.
'We even found what!...an elephant you say?' jumped the tantrik
'Is it yours stranger?...how does it look like?'
'it looks like a war asset...' beckoned another tantrik.
'so it is clear, seems like you're a spy after all...'
Indra spoke no word.
'Call out for the great king...his highness must know this...'
'but it makes no sense...a spy would be more cautious...' a girl spoke 'what would he do in the middle of the garden, collecting flowers at broad daylight...'


'you shut up foolish girl!!...' exclaimed the tantrik '...he's not one of us nor does he speaks anything...this results only execution...' '...prepare him for the visit to the palace...' Everyone agreed.
This was what Indra mostly feared. 'FOOLS!...' Indra screamed. Now the crowd was even more agitated.
'Stop it!' Everyone paused.


The late evening that was dimmed before seemed reilluminated. The heavy magnificient spectrum hit all of them blind. No body budged a stance, everyone staring with their hands united.
'...its goddess basundhara all by herself' uttered the tantrik.
'i have come to take back my son...the one you have captured...He's Lord Indra...'


Everyone now feared how they had mistreated the god. The tantrik remained emotionless, without any empathy and fear.


'you tantrik are pure of heart, and lives a life full of endeavor, as a farmer, helping others...as my son plucked the flowers for me, it was uprooting the children you had nursed... And now the same pain i feel seeing my child suffer.'


The tantrik disassembled the ropes of Indra setting him free. Indra now liberated flew to the sky and uttered with happiness


'i have learned my lesson and will grant all... plentiful of rain...so that it will wash off my mistakes, restoring new flowers on your garden, on all of your garden, restoring life...'
And then they left for heaven. Every people still clutching their fingers stared the empty sky that gradually darkened by the migrating clouds. The first drop of water touched the old man's lip. He touched his dry lips and addressed all of them to go inside.
'it is going to rain big.' laughed the old man with jeer and joy.


Now it was raining. It was the farmer's rain. Just suitable to grow crops. The rain favored the whole kingdom to grow the golden crops. And that became a tradition to revive the fable again and again to get a good deal of rain and prosperity.



THE END.

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