The Butcher’s Shop

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It had been several weeks since the same aberrant scene drew my attention. Long queue waiting outside the meat shop was something like vehicles lined up in front of the gas station. As winter evening grew more chilly power cut off starts and you left without an option. Everybody spend their evening roaming around the streets. And I'm not the exception. So I found myself in between the useless crowds; on road side cafes, newspaper stands and video shops. And this has been the winter lifestyle of our urban population in last few years. But that crowd aligning in front of The Butcher's Shop had been an exception. Last evening on my way to the roadside café I asked them "Is there the scarcity of meat in town?" one of them answered "No, it's not that. We came here because it's the best meat store in town"." Owa! The best Butcher's Shop in Town" I murmured giving sarcastic smile in reply.

The smoke filled café in the dim light of candle remind me of Kainlo Kaka's Café in my village. The radio lying on the corner of the shop was broadcasting drama about girls trafficking. The lady was yelling at the gentleman "You man are like the Butcher, you play with our emotion, give us sweet dreams and then you just sell us like sheep and goats". The cold chill went past through the body and that dialogue was so intense that I being a man couldn't hold my head high. As I was wondering whether the analogy of Butcher suits man, it was already 7 pm and Radio Nepal started broadcasting news. The headline starts like this "The leader of opposition reveals that government is planning to make our country the Butcher's Shop". I was not being able to figure out one analogy and here comes the other one. This politics kind of thing, it's complicated so I didn't try to make sense of that headline. I had a cup of tea and by the time Radio Nepal start broadcasting English news I was on my way back home.

The street were empty so does the best butcher shop in town. It was really cold outside. I thought a warm mutton soup will make my evening. So I was there inside the meat store asking for mutton. The digital screen displaying the price list was hanged on the wall. Marbled floor and tiled wall, separate cabin for Mutton, Chicken, Pork and Buff, employees well suited in white apron and cap, glass partitions and good storage facility; I then realized "yes, it's the best meat store in town". When I was handed my purchase, I asked the employee; a boy with animated smile at his late teenage "What is your dream?" the answer again brought the same kind of chill "I want to open the meat store of my own, like the best Butcher's Shop in town". "Uff! The Butcher's Shop" it just sliped out of my mouth as I left the meat store.



The Trail to Explore Me in Me

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Writing: Its boom, it's magic. When I started writing, I discovered that I was doing more than just telling a story. See, writing is a weapon, and it's more powerful than a fist can ever be. Every time I sat down to write, I could rise above the walls of this prison. I could look out over the walls all across the state of New Jersey, and I could see Nelson Mandela in his cell writing his book. I could see Huey. I could see Dostoyevsky. I could see Victor Hugo, Emile Zola. And they would say to me, "Rube, what you doin' in there?" And I say, "Hey, I know all you guys." These are the lines recited by Denzel Washington staring as Rubin "Hurricane" Carter in a movie "Hurricane". Every time I sat down to write, these lines always buzz around my ears and the vim, the delight with which Denzel whisper these word drives me along the path of atonement. It was the day I vowed to write, no matter for what, no matter for whom. It was the Hurricane that winds up the confusion and spawns the thirst of finding me in me.

Yes it is true to say"writing is about exploring what is true of oneself". I found one of my friends trying to explore him. He mailed me his initial trails: Mood Recession. It was subtle. And this reaction of mine was something like" the sunshine breaking through the dimness and lighting up everything" for him. Seeing all his joy and I on the other hand, how could I dare not to agree Mr. Ruben's quote "writing is a weapon, and it's more powerful than a fist can ever be". I here remember my friend quote in Mood Recession "raindrops and teardrops, both are equally painful". This simple yet acute quote was enough to prove the power that was lying under a roof of that very man. This power of him has already given the strength to fly across the obstacles and float freely beyond the realm of wretchedness.

Time and again we talk about The Great, but we never tend to explore the Great that lies inside us. It would be nice if by any means we would be able to dig into the greatness of ourselves. Can that magic, that power dig into the human souls. For the Great yes, but haven't yet reached to me. This might be the same in the case of the author of the 'Mood Recession'. But that doesn't mean the trail has ended here. It will continue until the soul falls to one's doom.


Facebook Twitter Blog and Blah Blah Blah

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How much time u left? This came all of a certain from our tutor this Wednesday. It neither was of KDD nor was of Data warehouse so it was a kind of difficult. Assuming 30, 40 years of life left the simple mathematics gives us the result of about 10 years of actual living time left, leaving behind all the fun, vacations, leisure and rest. This was known but was ignored by all of us and after that also it had a little impact on us. Knowingly I'm spending my active time in hi5, Facebook, Google, Wiki and all these internet kind of shit which is of no use. And all of a sudden something went through my mind today and I closed my hi5 account. Later I conclude it was because I was not being able to give full attention on facebook.

All these social networking sites are really polluting my minds. Not to forget the exclusivead on these sites. Last week I had what I call a cold war with my classmate in Facebook. Writing filthy comments on each others profile was a fun at first but gradually it became stinky and we almost had an argument on the class. After one week I ended it myself. I find everyone from teachers to office staffs and from students to lab assistant all busy playing Farmville, Café World, Crazy Taxi, Mafia War, commenting on others wall, chatting during working hours. And this epidemic is spreading rapidly than H1N1 in our college. Our friends sometime give up their breakfast to book their computers in lab during breaks. And more than that I found our senior faculty doing really great in Farmville, which was way out of my imagination. Last Friday during our lab on SQL Server Analysis only two completed their assignment, teacher thought it was because other didn't understood him but in reality all were busy with same shit called facebook. I think many of us are taking quiz, luck, social-interview, watchingexclusivead,and horoscope test time and again, and the result is you know it very well.

Twitter is another part of a story. Tried to update my status everyday but I was hopeless guess why? It is simple, facebook has done so much and how could I find something to tweet. I couldn't manage time so there's no tweet anymore. Google and blogger also alarm me every week or so. Seeing myself so busy I reconsider the question "How much time have u got ?" and this time the mathematics grew complex, subtraction played the vital role. About 6 to 8 hrs of my stay in front of the PC was deduced again and the result was just 2 year. Oh god! What am I gonna do in 2 year? Let's not spend time thinking about the solution. But I conclude something after doing math and that was "VIRTUAL WORLD SUCKS".


All for the cause

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Last week I started the new cause "Allow BIT Graduate to write Er. (Registered Engineer) "in facebook. And this decision of mine didn't come just at once. I think a lot before rolling the mouse on home page of my facebook profile. The first thought that got into my nerve was "How stupid will I sound for provoking this cause?" but there is different dimension to think about. We spend 4 yrs of our life, complete 138 credit hours, invest 4lakhs, study every subject engineering students do and when we finally graduate what the hell we become? I don't know guys what really should I have to say when I graduate. But I know this for sure; I won't be an engineer.

Is there any reason for not allowing IT graduate to register in Engineering Council, or it's just a tradition to register those who graduated with the degree prefixed BE are liable for the title Er. And more than this there is another facts that makes me laugh i.e. BE graduate and IT graduate are given same responsibility in all the organizations but people hesitate to call the later one engineer. When I was kid my teacher taught me the comparative word for mean and it was "as mean as miser". But now if somebody asks me what is the best expression for mean then I have my readymade answer i.e. "as mean as NEC". If Nepal Engineering Council does not register IT graduate as an IT Engineer then what more can we say then as mean as NEC. Everyday the street of Kathmandu are burning for the cause that I never considered as the cause. It is not because I'm hate revolution but it is because I hate the way they are making the mockery of their cause. And in our case we don't want to be like those street fighters and we don't want our cause to be like theirs. As we know IT professional are the THINK TANK so we want to raise our cause in an intellectual way.

I wrote about society, I spoke on behalf of my country, I discussed for the sake of my ideology, I shouted against bad and I revolt for freedom. And again I'll write, I'll speak, I'll discuss, I'll shout and I'll revolt but it will be for a different cause. This time it will be for my career, for my future profession and for my cause" Allow BIT Graduate to write Er. (Registered Engineer) " .
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