Drawing La Vie

Animal cruelty is never the correct answer!! Our country worships dogs on the second day of 'Tihar' believing them to be the messenger of Lord 'Yamaraj'. One thing I'm always gonna be proud of. In the name of culture we protect them and so should every other human race. STOP THE KILLING.
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Here's to Sagar Legendary... Inspiration to all the LGBTI community who are having trouble coming out. Confession like sagar's is rare in our country as our culture doesn't really support them. But its high time to embrace them as they are one of us. For a lot of people who categorize them as different know that different is beautiful... Different is extraordinary.. And most importantly we are all different from one another.
Share his confession to make Nepal a better place for LGBTI community, a better place for all of us. 😊

Nepali guy coming out I've never done anything like this and I'm very nervous. I don't want to live a lie anymore so I think it's time to finally just be myself. I hope this video...

Be aware. Be safe. Not everyone is a ra**st but every other person can end up being a ra**st. Don't leave your kids alone at home.

एक युवाबाट एकै समय दुई बालिका बलात्कृत बलत्कार गरिएको समय र स्थान एउटै रहेको जानकारी प्रहरीले दिएको छ । घरमा अभिभावक नभएको अवस्थामा आफ्नै घरमा ल्याएर तामाङले दुबै बालिकालाई फकाएर पालैपालो बलत्कार गरेको इलाका प्रहरी कार्यालय पथरीका प्रहरी निरीक्षक रमेश बस्नेतले बताए ।

A true hero doesnt always wear a cape and fly arround. He is not measured by the size of his strenth but the strength of his heart. Hero is among us and within us. RIP to this heroic man who sacrificed his life for hundred others.
He is a soldier and deserves a solute.

Heroic Dad Sacrificed His Own Life To Save Hundreds By Tackling ISIS Su***de Bomber Before the world was devastated by the horrific attacks in Paris by ISIS, most of us are not aware that the militant group has attacked Beirut, the capital

Well said

Dear Ex-King Gyanendra,

Today, I feel for you. I was so terribly wrong about you. Let me lighten up myself by taking out everything that was inside me for last 8 years.

Let me be bold and say this,

I thought you are a bad man. I thought you killed King Birendra and his family. I thought you did all those to become a king. I never tried to read your sad face when you were crowned, instead I read and got carried away with Dr. Baburam Bhattarai's article on Kantipur, where he infused the conspiracy. I thought Dr. PhD must have a reason to make such a bold claim. I thought Dr. PhD must have a rationality in his claim. Damn! I feel so guilty now, for reading those lies and ignoring emotions on your face. Well, I was a teen, justifies my stupidity.

Then, you took over the power. Instead of thinking of your intent as a country-loving man, who had no option but to give one more try to fix the issue around that Sher Bhahadur Deuba could not, I thought it was a part of plan, that you were already determined to do after killing your brother and his family. What a brainwashed sheep I was; here too I thought, Dr. BRB was right.

And, then came the "Janaandolan." I didn't expect you would step down so easily. But, you did. I could not believe that. "How a man who killed his own brother to become a king could step down so easily and quietly?" That's what I thought. My deluded and paranoid mind made up his own conspiracy. "Wait! there must have been some kind of agreement between him and politicians, so he came out quietly." I was so confident that all this "Jana andolan" and "Loktantra" and "Ganatantra" was a well plotted plan to bring Maoists in mainstream and later would bring you back. A grand design plotted and agreed between Indian government and RAW and Nepalese politicians and you.

I was such a terrible person. I never tried to think it in other way -- "What if he loved people and thus chose to step down rather than fighting until the last breath, giving damn about how many lives would bleed to death?"

Then constitution saga started, one year, two years, three years, four years, they failed, and again another election, again number begun, one year, two years...Meanwhile, I used to hear about Paras, used to hear about Komal maa'm, used to see that goddess like face of Himani and your cute grandkids. Seriously! I feel extremely ashamed now thinking that I never ever tried to feel you. I never tried to ask "How a father must be feeling to see his son in that condition?" "how it would feel to see daughter-in-law, who once was from such a good family ended up in mess." I never tried to think, "how a husband must be feeling to see his wife in pain and depression." Instead, I was so poised with conspiracies that I thought you are a bad man, who all cares about is power and going per the plan quietly to get back to your throne as per the agreement -- a grand design, designed to dramatise Constitution process for 10 long years, make people fed up and making that the reason, get king back to the throne....Hurraayy!!, back to 2047 with space for maoists.

I am sorry that all this time I tried giving a meaning to your quietness as a selfish dad, selfish man, who sacrifices own brother and son for power. Today, on this day when Nepal has constitutionally turned into a republic country, I realised how F* up my perspectives were -- my conspiracies. I am feeling nauseous now.

Sir, forgive me for having all ill thoughts about you. Forgive me to take so long to realise your true self. Those conspiracy theorists are to be blamed. Those propaganda factories in the name of media house are to be blamed. I was just too young not to get carried away with those lies and fabrication and stories created for click baits. I was just too ignorant to think all doctorates are rational and intellects. I was just too screwed up to think rationally.

I look at the Syria and Assad, and think of you and what he is doing and what you did. Damn! you were such a nice person.

Anyway, I am changed now. With the New Constitution, I have flushed all the conspiracies and propagandas, against you and against anyone. I am very much rational now. I know now, human behaves solely on his/her own wisdom, fights or retreats, acts or doesn't act, all are based on his own principles and integrity. Humans are not puppet to walk the line, drawn by someone, throughout his life to accomplish the "Grand Design."

However, I am happy that Nepal is now republican country. I am always republican -- I don't know why but I like the idea of republicanism over any kind of monarchy. Hope, you too are in peace.

This is all I wanted to tell you. I was suffocated since the evening and needed to transfuse my poised blood and thoughts, so writing this. Now, I am in so much of peace and freed. Anyway, you too are a free man. Hence, I am sure, no one will doubt your helping hands, no one will question your interview, no one will envy Himani's social work, nor anyone will taunt liberty of Paras.

I wish you all the best. Keep up the good work. Hope someday, I will meet you in real, talk in real, like a human to fellow human. I like your chubby face. I love your family and I love your ancestors' history. :)

Happy Constitution 2072

May peace be with us hence forever,
Jay Desh

Malala Yousafzaiis a teenager who is a pakistani activist for female education. It is surprising how great she speaks of education and rights of women at her age. Malala has inspired women all over the world saying the world is not just for men and women can do wonders if educated.
We need more of Malala in our society.
We need more of you to stand up for your rights.
Cheers to Malala,
Cheers to success story.

Constitution sets out the rights of the people of the country. New constitution brings out heaps of hope for the people and the country itself. We hope that this historic moment will bring peace and sovereignty to us.
Jai Nepal!

Baby in the beggars hands are always sleeping..... I've witnessed it as well... see the horror behind it.. rather than mercy...

WHY IS THE CHILD IN HANDS OF THE BEGGARS ALWAYS SLEEPING??????????????

"Why is sleeping child in the hands of beggars? Have you ever wondered ... "

This article I read a few months ago. Who is the author of, I don't know.
Please read…..

""Near the metro station sits a woman of uncertain age.
Women’s hair
is confused and dirty, her head bowed in grief.

The woman sits on the dirty floor and next to her lies a bag. In that bag
people throw money. On the hands of a woman, asleep, is a two year old baby. He's in a dirty hat and dirty clothes.

“Madonna with baby” - numerous passers-by will donate money. The people of our kind- we always feel sorry for less fortunate. We are ready to give unfortunate people the last shirt, the last penny out of your pocket and never think another issue.
Helping, seems like. “Good job done”...

I walked past a beggar for a month. Did not give any money, as I knew that this is a gang operated scam and money collected by the beggar will be given to whoever controls beggars in the area. Those people own numerous luxury properties and cars.
Oh and beggar also gets something, of course “ A bottle of vodka in the evening and a döner kebab”.
A month later, walking past the beggars, as shock, it suddenly
hit me….
I'm staying at a busy crossing, stared at the baby, dressed as always- dirty track suit. I realized that it
seemed "wrong", finding a child in a dirty underground station from morning to evening.
The baby slept. Never sobbed or screamed, always asleep, burying his face in the knee of a woman who was his MUM.

Do any of you, dear readers, have children? Remember how often they
slept at the age of 1-2-3 years? Hour two, maximum three (not consecutive)
afternoon nap, and again – movement. For the whole month, every day of my
walking in the underground, I've never seen a child awake! I looked
at the tiny little man, with his face buried in the knee of his mother, then at the beggar, and my
suspicion was gradually formed.
– Why he sleeps all the time? I asked, staring at the baby.

The beggar pretended not to hear me. She lowered her eyes and
hid her face in the collar of her shabby jacket. I repeated the question. The woman again
looked up. She looked somewhere behind my back, tired with utter irritation. Her look was similar to the creatures from a different planet.
-F **k off ... her lips murmured.
-Why is he asleep?! I almost cried ...

Behind me someone put his hand on my shoulder. I looked back. A some old man was looking at me disapprovingly:

– What do you want from her? Can’t you see how hard she’s got it in her life… Eh …
He gets some coins from his pocket and throws them in the beggar’s bag.

Beggar made a hand wave of a cross, portraying the face of humility and universal
grief. The guy removed his hand from my shoulder and strolled out of the underground station.
I bet, at home, he will tell how he defended poor, distraught woman from a soulless man in a tube station.

Next day I called a friend. It was a funny man with eyes like olives Romanian nationality. He only managed to complete three and a half years of education. The complete lack of education does not prevent him from moving around the
City streets on very expensive foreign cars and live in a “small” house with countless number of windows and balconies. From my friend I managed to find out that this business, despite the apparent
spontaneity, clearly organized. Its supervised by begging organized crime rings. The children used are in "rent"
from families of alcoholics, or simply stolen.
I needed to get the answer to the question – why is the baby sleeping? And I received it. My friend Gypsy said the phrase, completely ordinary with calm voice that twisted me in shock, just like he was talking about weather report:
-They are on he**in, or vodka ...
I was dumbfounded. "Who is on he**in? Whom – under vodka?! "
He answered
-The Child, so he doesn’t scream. The women will be sitting whole day with him, imagine how he might get bored?

In order to make the baby slept the whole day, it pumped up with vodka or drugs. Of course, children's bodies are not able to cope with such a shock. And children often die. The most terrible thing – sometimes children die
during the "working day". And imaginary mother must hold another dead child on her hands until the evening. These are the rules. And the by passers-by will throw some money in the bag, and believe that they are moral. Helping
"mother alone" …
… The next day I was walking near the same underground station. I stocked up journalistic identity, and was ready for a serious conversation. But the conversation didn't work out. But turned out the following ...
A woman was sitting on the floor and in her hands she was holding a child. I asked her a question about the documents on the child, and, most importantly, where was yesterday's kid, which she simply ignored.
My questions were not ignored by passers-by. I was told that I was out of my mind screaming at poor beggar with a child. All in all, I was escorted out of the tube station in disgrace. One thing remained was to call the police. When police arrived, beggar with the baby disappeared. I stood with a full sense of - “I'm trying to fight windmills”.

When you see in the subway, on the street whether women with children,
begging, think before your hand climb for money. Think about that, if it wasn't for your hundreds of thousands of handouts, the business like this would have died. The business would die and not the children-inflated with vodka or
drugs. Do not look at the sleeping child with affection. See horror… Since you're reading this article, you know now- why the child is sleeping in beggars hands.

P.S.
If you copy this article on your wall or just click "Share", your friends will read it too.
And when you decide again to open your wallet to throw a coin to a beggar, remember that this
charity could cost another child's life.""

Solukhumbu was also one of the places that got struck by the massive earthquake. Drawing lavie sent out numbers of tents to phugmoche.
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