I am at my home had just returned from a three and half hour cycling. First there was a rally organized by Nepal Development Foundation. It was about some number 350 which I didn't know previously and hadn't gave any interest on it. And, I didn't gave much interest in rally, too, to ask the organizers what is it all about. I was just enjoying the ride. The funny part was that I was wearing the T-shirt provided by organizers with nice and big print of 350 with our country Nepal's flag and globe, nice design. And it was followed by a slogan "Save Our Himalayas". All these came to view when I was back to my home. I became curious about this 350. What is it? What does it signifies? I opened its website 350.org. Clicked what is 350? without wasting any time.
We all know how our climate is changing everyday to worse. Its all because of us which we can not deny and we don't have much time to pay interest in it. All our carelessness, we are inviting a disastrous future for ourselves and our forthcoming generations. What we are doing is that we are increasing the amount of carbon-dioxide(co2)in our environment. It was okay, if the count of it would have been upto 350 parts in million. Since its over that count, we are now facing sudden change in climate changes. Many glaciers have been lost as they have melted away. so it was simple to understand what was happening. But to go back like before is very hard but what we need to think quickly and act upon it.
Today is October 24, 2009 and its "A Global Day of Climate Action". If we use cycle instead of other vehicles which use fossil fuels then it would certainly help in reducing pollution in world. I hope everyone would understand it and apply in their daily life.
Friday, October 23, 2009
Thursday, April 09, 2009
Stuck with beliefs and truth
This is what happens when you have elders who strongly believes in GOD, DEMONs etcetera, etcetera and you hardly believe in these stuffs. I am in middle of these stuffs. I believe partly and sometimes I don't believe at all. I am a science student and I know there are reasons what happens to us and around us. But sometimes science also fails to explain few things. I am aware of this, too.
Whats bugging me is that my elders conclude that everything happens because of supernatural forces and worst than that they believe we all have been suffering due to spells of witch who never wants us to see well. They have been visiting few people who claim God gets into their body and communicate with them - you won't believe that we can converse with that God face-to-face but in little bizarre way as that person's body is shaking a lot. I have also encountered this situation. At that time, a part of me strongly believes it and another just want to laugh at it. There are lot of things I can explain what they do. But I won't coz thinking of that only I feel irritated.
Back to the story. So everyday, my elders starts talking about these stuffs, be it morning, evening or afternoon. And many times, I had scolded them not to talk so much about these stuffs. But they never stopped it. One fine morning, same conversation was going on. I was reading newspaper in which I found a very encouraging and interesting article. So to divert them from the topic, I started to narrate the article. It was about the engineers-father and son- who had designed and completed the Brooklyn Bridge of US. The father, first, thought that the bridge over Brooklyn River, I guess, can be build. But no one cared about it or got interested in it. So, he convinced his son and they teamed up with other engineers to work on it. Unfortunately, due to accident in the bridge, father lost his life and son is paralyzed for life. But the son develops a way to communicate with people with the help of his beloved wife. As he was able to use his hands only ( may be fingers), he taps in his wife's hand and so they communicate with each other.So, he again teamed up with other engineers and started the project once again. And after a long period of 15 years the bridge is completed. And it is still holding on.
So this story made me cry, encouraged me and influenced me with never-die spirit. I liked it very much and guessed my elders liked it, too. But elders are elders. My aunt, just after I finished narrating, told "Bridge got its sacrifice" and "you know, that people sacrifice babies to bridge for its strength". AAgh.....
Whats bugging me is that my elders conclude that everything happens because of supernatural forces and worst than that they believe we all have been suffering due to spells of witch who never wants us to see well. They have been visiting few people who claim God gets into their body and communicate with them - you won't believe that we can converse with that God face-to-face but in little bizarre way as that person's body is shaking a lot. I have also encountered this situation. At that time, a part of me strongly believes it and another just want to laugh at it. There are lot of things I can explain what they do. But I won't coz thinking of that only I feel irritated.
Back to the story. So everyday, my elders starts talking about these stuffs, be it morning, evening or afternoon. And many times, I had scolded them not to talk so much about these stuffs. But they never stopped it. One fine morning, same conversation was going on. I was reading newspaper in which I found a very encouraging and interesting article. So to divert them from the topic, I started to narrate the article. It was about the engineers-father and son- who had designed and completed the Brooklyn Bridge of US. The father, first, thought that the bridge over Brooklyn River, I guess, can be build. But no one cared about it or got interested in it. So, he convinced his son and they teamed up with other engineers to work on it. Unfortunately, due to accident in the bridge, father lost his life and son is paralyzed for life. But the son develops a way to communicate with people with the help of his beloved wife. As he was able to use his hands only ( may be fingers), he taps in his wife's hand and so they communicate with each other.So, he again teamed up with other engineers and started the project once again. And after a long period of 15 years the bridge is completed. And it is still holding on.
So this story made me cry, encouraged me and influenced me with never-die spirit. I liked it very much and guessed my elders liked it, too. But elders are elders. My aunt, just after I finished narrating, told "Bridge got its sacrifice" and "you know, that people sacrifice babies to bridge for its strength". AAgh.....
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Long time no posting....
Its been like ages that I posted any on my very own blog. Its like being blank all that time. My friend suggested me I should post some of my daily events and reveal my inner thoughts, feelings about what I do or what I see. I had many things to post but at this moment nothing special is coming in my mind. I wish I had loads of things to share with all making them laugh or cry or even feel emotionally attached to my post. But wishing for anything ain't enough. I should be posting something. Whenever I am alone, walking on the road, I try to see whats going on around and try to analyze them so I could write something about it. I come up with good points and views but I didn't like to post them. To be honest, I was feeling lazy. I have been lazy for so long. So I promising myself that I am starting again what I had started long time ago with enthusiasm and eagerness at that time. And its all going to be my own views, thoughts, feelings. All me.
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