Love...it is such a funny thing...
You fall when you don't want to...
With someone you never thought you would ever fall for...

I dream of you...not every night I admit...but whenever I dream...I dream of you...

Is life Real...or Just a figment of our imagination???

Have you ever felt like everything that is happening around you is just a dream and not the reality?? I know it sounds weird but many times when I am alone, I think about it and I wonder if everything that i am hearing, seeing and feeling is just an illusion created by my mind. Just the other day, I was lying on my bed, then I again thought about the same thing.....Is life real..or just a figment of our imagination??? I even blinked a few times to see whether the view before me would dissolve and there would be nothing in front of me (Except maybe a white light of nothingness like in the final part of the Harry Potter series), but then nothing unusual happened. Right now also, as I am typing, I am feeling the same. I feel like I am watching a movie and then it of course will end.

Is this life that we are living each and every day real?? Is what we are seeing real or is it created by our own imagination?? Does human being exist??

I know people may think that I am delusional, but there must be many people around us who are thinking the same thing at this exact moment and blinking their eyes in the hopes of seeing a bright while light of nothingness......Maybe.....

Missed Connection

A lot of times you meet some people and you get this feeling like you have met them before. This is a story about an incident that happened with me a few years back. There I was on a football ground, cheering for my team, then at the corner of my eyes I saw him. I felt like I had met him before. But he was oblivious to my presence. He was cheering for his team as well and was dressed in a sporty attire. Here, let me add that he was good looking too.

I was trying to focus on the match, but my attention was incessantly diverted towards that guy. I had this gut feeling that we had studied together and a name even popped up in my breain.."Nischal". So, backed up by this gut feeling I gathered up my courage and went up to him and said a big HI, I even called him by the name Nischal. But to my embarrassment, he didn't recognize me and even looked behind him to make sure if I was calling out to someone else. You can imagine how I felt. So, without uttering another single word I came back to my seat and tried to ignore my red mortified face.

I wanted to leave right then but since the game was not over and none of my friends were willing to go, I had to stay back. Finally, the match ended (And we lost, as usual) and I breathed a sigh of relief. Finally I could leave. I was about to reach the exit area, then suddenly the same guy was standing in front of me and he was also looking a little embarrassed when he asked me who I was and whether I knew him. I told him frankly that I felt like we had studied together and I also felt that his name might be Nischal. Surprisingly his name was Nischal indeed. So, then I asked him whether he had studied in Brihaspati (The name of my school) or not. He had a very surprised look and then told me that he had studied in Brihaspati but only till grade 3. After hearing that, I was surprised too beacuse you see, I am a very forgetful person. Whenever one of my friends tries to reminisce with me about any of the incidents that had happened while we were studying in Brihaspati, most of the times I can not recall it at all. But here, I could not just remember his face, but I also his name. That was in itself a small miracle.

So, we chatted for a while and shared a few details with each other. He told me that he had just returned from the US after completing his MBA and now he was here for good. He was really surprised that I cuold remember him after such a long time and told me that he did not remember anyone from Brihaspati. So, after a brief chat, we parted ways.

After that incident, I asked a lot of my friends from Brihaspati about him but no one seemed to remember him.  As time passed I completely forgot about the incident. But then just a few days ago while I was passing through Durbarmarg I saw him again and I again felt that if the timing had been good, we could have been something to each other.

But who knows, we might meet again and finally get a chance to connect with each other.

Confused Me

I had always thought that I would never ever join any Masters program. I was very happy with my education and didn't want to continue studying at all. But still, somewhere on my mind, I had a feeling that i would definitely join MBA. I felt like that because I had a track record of doing everything that I had thought I would never do. For instance, I had promised myself that I would not study anything mediocre and common like Bachelors in Business Administration or Bachelors in Business Studies, but instead i would study fashion designing or mass communication. I really was interested in the arty things as well. Let me tell you that I used to pick up my paint brush and paint tubes and look into the world book (The hard copy...ahhhh those were the times when Google was not there and we had to search everything by leafing through the pages) and then copy paintings done by verryy acclaimed painters.

At one time I was soo influenced by the series Ally Mcbeal that I almost joined a law firm. I had convinced myself that after becoming a lawyer my life would be as adventurous as the life of Ally. But then sadly, there were many forces (within my family) who thought that being a lawyer was not good as there was not much opportunity in that profession. So my dream of becoming a lawyer and having a fun life was completely shattered. Well, finally I ended up doing BBA. Now that is a sad, sad story.

Well coming back to my reluctance to anything related to studying, I was so fed up with all of it that I had committed myself to not studying any more after I had completed my BBA. But then, there is this girl in my office, let us call her Neeta, who brainwashed me (But like I said earlier, I always had this hunch that I would end up doing it, so can't blame her completely) and now here I am....doing my MBA and completely hating it!!!

At first, I had thought the course that I am doing would be much simpler than the normal MBA. You see, I am doing an evening MBA. And before actually joining it, I had thought this course was for working professionals so there would be teachers who would be a little lenient towards us. But then i found out that they had just changed the name of the course and the timing of it and everything else was the same as the normal MBA. The course was the same, the exams were the same (I think ours was more hectic), and the evaluation process was also the same.

The worst part of it is that we have to have 80% attendance in each and every class or else we get an NQ (Not Qualified). If we get NQ in any subject, then we have to repeat the whole thing again...and that too with juniors.

But then there are good aspects too. For instance you get to meet many new people. You get to hang out at night and you can always have an excuse of having a class till 10 pm (even if there is no class at all). And for those people who take a few years gap, you get to be a student again and you get to live a life of a carefree student without any worries about the job that you left behind just half and a hour earlier from your office. So, it's not that bad. The getting education part is always there, but then getting to know new people is the best part of it.

So, i guess it's a bittersweet feeling. The studying is the bitter part for sure!!!

  

My fascination with tattoos

My fascination with tattoos started when I was in the eight standard. There was a friend of mine, lets call him Shag, who had made a tattoo himself with a needle and fabric color. So, my first tattoo was made on the last bench of my classroom. My first tattoo was the initials S and k. S was for my name and K was for Kurt Cobain, the vocalist of the band Nirvana.

After that I was in a frenzy. I used to make tattoos by myself all the time. I have 3 initials on my hand. one on my arm, one on my leg, and 2 on my shoulders.

The first professional tattoo that I made was in the year 2009. There is this very famous tattoo artist in Thamel. Whenever someone asks about tattoo artist in Nepal, his name comes up at the first. I finally decided to make a mermaid and I had to take appointment with him and had to wait for almost 3 months. Finally I got to make my first tattoo made by a professional artist on 10th December 2009.

After that I have made many new tattoos. The recent one that I made was of Medusa, which I made on 20th February, 2012. I feel that once a person makes a tattoo, then he or she gets addicted to it. I have become addicted to it as well. I want to make another one..lets see..what happens.