This time the work took us to the northern part of Sankhuwasabha district for feasibility study of a hydroelectric project. In my 10 years career as a geologist, I don’t remember any site tougher and more physically demanding than this one. We could reach the headworks area of the proposed project only on the 6th day after boarding plane to Tumlingtar Airport. There are not any human settlement in the project area that forced us to stay in tents most of the times. We were not the most organised to embark for such area. And all we could manage for food was Chinese bucket noodles bought in Chyamtang village – for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Those noodles were easy to make, good to taste and we could even use its container for drinking tea afterwards.
The Tumlingtar Airport is so gloomy for the entire morning, our hope for a flight today is fading away – but we are so desperate to get out of Sankhuwasabha district as we were there for 3 weeks for the most physically demanding site visit for a hydropower project. Magically, at 11 am, all the clouds over the airport get cleared and the plane arrives after 4 hours of delay.
Yesterday, upon arriving Tumlingtar, we heard sad news of helicopter crash that claimed the life of our tourism minister. In the air, this Beechcraft 1900D aircraft of Buddha Air jerked like a hell due to bad weather on the way. With yesterday’s news in the mind and unusual movement of plane in the thick cloud, this has been the scariest air travel so far in my life.
That we usually call education is making man stupid.
Laxmi Prasad Devkota
Shreepanchamior Basantapanchami marks the arrival of spring season and bids goodbye to freezing winter as per the lunar calendar. It is also a day to worship the goddess of learning, Saraswati. This day is considered ideal for Akshararambha, the day when your child starts writing his/her first letter. On this day, parents take their children in the nearest Saraswati temple to write their first letter. Now in recent years it seems everybody is interested in writing haphazardly on the walls of temple, not even caring where they are writing. This is the ugly part of our understanding, the ugly part of our education.
In 3 days, we walked roughly 50 km to reach the project area – and this has been the most entertaining and picturesque route I’ve travelled so far for a hydroelectric project. This route on the banks of the Budhigandaki River is very famous as the Larke Pass Trek. Trekkers usually do not cover this much length of the route in such short time – however, our exhaustion is well covered by the stunning landscapes of the area.
I am not sure if the cities in Nepal have any formal regulations around street vending, but these street vendors are already the lifeblood of the city like Kathmandu who offer easy access to a wide range of goods and services in public spaces. Lately, there is a substantial increase in the number of street vendors in this city which can mainly be attributed to lack of rewarding employment in the country or lack of skills or education to enable them to find better ones.
A permanent bridge is under construction at present at Dobhan near Num that connects Khandbari, the district headquarters of Sankhuwasabha with the remote northern parts of the district. Track has been opened to connect those remote locations, and the only way for vehicles to cross the Arun River is via ferry which is operated by government free of charge during working hours. First time in nearly a decade I had to cross the river on a ferry. Back then, I had similar experience in Bhojpur – that was also to cross the Arun River.
Sometimes the extraordinary events happen that define our life and death. We were cruising on the highway in the midday, heading towards our project site in the western Nepal. All of sudden, couldn’t reckon what was the reason – the driver lost control of the speed of our Land Cruiser, it skidded to nearby drainage canal and then everything was blank. My body smashed the windshield, yet came out without any bruises. One of the team members was seriously injured, but we all survived.
Manchester United supporters have been spoiled over the past couple of decades. You watch your team at Old Trafford expecting a win regardless of the opposition. You start the season in August expecting at least one trophy come May. Do we have stupidly high expectations? Yes, of course we do. Rivals fans can blame that on arrogance or whatever else, but the reason is we have become accustomed to winning something almost every season.
The right team picked, the right players in their right positions, and we had champagne football in the first half. And what a performance from RVP in that first 30 mins, absolutely stunning volley, perfect technique. A beautiful moment
Rooney played some sparkling balls, but I hope SAF doesn’t see Rooney’s future in the midfield, to me he will always be a striker and that’s where he’s at his most lethal, 5 kgs weight loss, and he’ll regain his strike form provided he’s played upfront.
A young, low-ranked policeman stopped our bus, booked the bus driver for modifying seating arrangements as well as being overcapacity. Then, out of nowhere – an older, higher-ranked officer appeared, talked to bus driver in private, and released him without any further action.
A round of applause for a young cop for showing his guts, that very rare officers had shown in the past. Our highways can be much safer to travel if such young bloods are given little motivation.