The Monkey Mind

(PC:  http://www.minitokyo.net/Vagabond ) Everything begins with an idea. An idea grows with time, and man; homo sapiens the wise creature loves ideas. For ideas is where he sees pattern from its pre-existence of origin to eventual conclusion. As it  is, it may seem harmless, but how can a dead man influence one who are living now? It is of course the idea which is no more in its original essence but has evolved to something else. Man as a evolving being himself, he must define his evolving being, his different states of mental and physical existence with the number of ideas he is equipped with. Idea is more than a tool or weapon it is akin to the essence of his existence. Influenced by ideas that are evolving time and again, in tools of social network such as Facebook, Twitter and so on, we are influenced by those which leaves us with a deep impression to our inner being, a kind of connotation. We seek justice for those who are not, make fun of those who seem to be ignorant or stupi

(PC:  http://anubis4_2000.tripod.com/SciFiArt/tomorrow.htm ) Time: unknown Place:  Army Headquarters/garage As an new intern i was helping the officer, he was telling me, even if I just worked in the desk with the lowest appointment I will learn a lot. The setting was that of garage, I can see the vehicles moving around. The vehicles were being repaired, reassembled as per the standard protocol they were assighned to.  Next thing... It was late at night I realized I was alone. I walked to the nearest buildingwas it storage i am not sure through the door, found myself behind the door in the darkness, I could feel a kind of fear, then I saw it, the monster tentacles in its mouth pushing me from the other side, with great pressure I let go one of the doors it fail down inside so I pushed out with my body facing my should er out, I ran out. Full of and er line in my body, I found myself on the stairs the corpse of the monster down and another coming to life on the first floor

(PC:  https://www.pinterest.com/pin/509047564113142864/ ) I need you to breath for me "  these words have been engraved in my heart if it so exists. It is a magical word, indeed. Seven words to make you fall in love. Ah.. romantic! "Wo ai ni" Tu es Belle" "Te amo Carino" and so on, they convey or try to what one feels for another. Even the famous quote, I know from Star wars is enough to express connection between any two. Alas we have pretty much used all our vocabulary in different language the expression, yet we still are searching for the perfect words to convey our imperfect feelings. There is a sadness for those who are still searching for the perfection walking lonely in the habitual monologue of life in this blue sphere. We have searched for so long, and it is so precious, and the life we have is nearly to the end, still we have not truly found it, though we believe so die hard we have felt the glimpses of the feeling called love. It is like the

Fallen, that is what they call her. Dark wings, yet still beautiful. She is more humane than humanity itself. She knows what it is to be like, like a lonely soul, truly alone, none to guide. Perhaps growing up is always difficult and it is accompanied with heavy feelings, a well of loneliness, only mortals know, they are mesmerized by the surface without learning knowing or understanding what is behind the beautiful surface. She learned with time the human depravity, greed and surprisingly rare kindness. The world has to know and thus her new direction was to bestow upon herself the heavy chain of morality, she gave up immortality, the cycle of divinity , she broke it, but it never was easy, so she accepted fate, she entered the new cycle of Samsara, cause and effect, and thus she was reborn. Thus she came to be. 

Even in the most crowded streets where the cacophony is the loudest, there is a kind of silence. That silence, inborn silence forgotten but there waiting to be reborn. People search for peace dwelling in that silence, they pursue happiness, wealth, youth and all the magic lost or could not be found, anymore.. We remain so into the things we forget what we feel truly feel inside rather than be aligned to what others feel and so accordingly believe what they feel is what we feel. And that is why the feeling of silence of others you believe to be yours, and that is why it is momentary and that is why like a drug it leads you to high and then lowest of low. To understand others first that's why sages advocate understanding of self.  Silence is mot mystical neither it is extraordinary, it is just normal, there to be realized by the mind, the spirit and soul. Ultimately we will realize this after we come to the final journey called life, desperately trying to hold it as long as possi

(Pc:  https://chscourier.com/features/2019/04/23/murder-mystery-night-2019 ) 'Por favor, Senor?" a face still puzzled before it burst like a watermelon with a bang. A typical face, a face so unremarkable that when you pass through a crowded plaza it disappears among the common, that face behind which hope has been extinguished, wrinkled by time suppressed by the system of clowns that makes us laugh, we forget we are laughing on ourselves as the greatest clown jests on his high chair playing with his strings making us dance to his desire.  The life that was just a moment ago thinking, breathing, and existing is now no more, it is just a corpse. A woman's scream next door, an abrupt awakening of the neighborhood, and the sweaty face of the murderer who flees from the hold whence he came. That being said, there is banging and abrupt opening of the door, someone is calling the police and some ambulance. Nothing is out of place, nothing just the corpse, identified as a midd

A Festival is an event or a series of events that is the symbol of celebration, of bringing together people, not only of the same origin but also people from different walks of life. Rich or poor, whatever the background they have or the circumstance they are in when it comes to the festival, it aims to create harmony despite the disparate realities, such as an invoking feeling of belonging as of different colors in the Mandala.   It is an intangible heritage based on either a place or a part of the distant past i.e. the history of a race or distinct religion or a culture standing alone or blended with time. Needless to say, it is not only important for those of the native origin but also to those people who are willing to be part of social enjoyment of a unique cultural experience that is not their own just for the sake of celebrating, just for the sake of being in the moment. In the Nepalese context, Dashain , as well as Tihar,   is one of the most important ones (not only for bei