Dear visitors,

Thanks for your overwhelmed support till the date. Finally I have my own website. Now you can read my musings at: http://kamalkumar.com.np

Dearest Past, 

You began with the 23 pairs of chromosome and drove me to the age of 23. You gave me lots of cheers and despairs. The science of life and the art of living always reacted with the missing plugins.You gave me hope. That's why I am still alive. Thanks for the MEMORIES.

You crawled in the tunnels of innocence. You ran with the speed of dreams. You crossed beyond the border of thinking. You jumped the height of happiness. You dived the pool of tears. You detached with attachment and you attached with detachment. Thanks for MORAL OF THE LESSON.

You confronted with the loneliness. You lost among the shapeless crowds. You fell from the bottom. You stood at the height. Thanks for the EXISTENCE. 

You compiled the s c a t t e r e d fragrance. You sang the sensation. You danced the freedom. You rocked with the rhythm of life. You hymned with the harmony. Thanks for the MELODY.

You gave mom's lap at 1. You gave dad's shoulder at 3. You gave friends at 4. You gave school at 5.  You gave homework at 7. You gave punishment at 8. You gave understanding at 9. You gave ecstasy at 10. You gave youngerhood at 13. You gave college at 17. You gave beauty at 18. You gave dreams at 19. You gave fame at 21. You gave frustration at 22. Finally you seized everything and gave me a bunch of memory.

Dear Past, thanks for beholding me all the time. Thanks for decoding every seconds within your memory. Thanks for Transformation. Thanks for Challenge. Thanks for Experience.

Yours, Present

Dear Dolly,

You might have already moved to that "city of waterfalls" with your friend. Or you might have already reached there. I know, your country already saw sunset today. And I expected you to reach the city before sunset. Wherever you are, you forget to convey your farewell before you went there this morning. I was really expecting some words from you when you are being far from your usualness. But I don?t mind, I know some fragile existences don?t get bothered to be remembered. I think, I was overshadowed by the excitement of joys of a doll, who is keeping herself far from the everyday stresses, at least for two days.

Dear moon,

This year I

Dear Today

How are you? You may be fine But I am not. You will be here for 10 hours more. and tomorrow you will not be here. Yeterday November 29 was here. Honestly, I am hating you. I dont want you to be here more. Though I have to suffer you all the day and till midnight. I know winter is injecting you by its bitter coldness. Dont worry I am also the victim. Though sun is teasing me straight through the window of my room. cold air is blowing. It is moving the curtains in the window, as well as my hair. Kathmandu is calm from one angle, as if it is mourning on the lost of wonderful Autumn days. The buildings around are challenging the movement in the road. The road is dusty. The vehicles are never tired of piling on. The Fulchoki Mountain in front of me is covering itself with the scarf of fog. I cant see its height right now. A big disc antena on the top of the next building is face to face with son in the sky. It may be asking the sun not to hide soon. I know it will miss the sun whole night, and the next morning it will found itself covered with scattered drops of dew. The hide and seek will continue between everything. Even between you and me, but I wonder I am hiding or seeking?

Always

Dear Albert Einstein,

You died in 1955. I was born in 1985. I was born exactly 30 years after you died. Sometimes, I think I was born as your re-incarnation. I know this may sound very ridiculous. But dear Albert, read this letter very carefully, I am not just writing the meaningless sentences with psychic syndromes. I am talking about possibilities of science and mystery behind it. But, the reason behind writing you letter after decades is different. The reason was just a moment of millisecond when I was having tea in cafeteria. I can't imagine the power behind that portion of second. And I am still unsure how the moment fused into an urge to write you. Let's leave it. Let me jump to the topic. I know you are not used to keeping yourself busy with any non-theoretical statements.

Dear Albert, sometimes I feel, after you died your soul roamed in this universe observing the unsolved mysteries. I think your soul was tired of dealing only with facts. It was really tired of searching the reason behind every consequence. When you saw people with pain, when you saw the masterpiece of good and evils in the same planet, when you saw people falling in love, when you saw people going crazy, you realized that every thing don't necessarily have reason. So your soul was very frustrated with science and you entered an artistic mind and that is me. Albert, I know you can't believe it. But I can prove it.

Albert, you may wonder how a scientist can be reborn as an artist. But listen to me carefully, as a scientist you always dealt with the science of attachment and detachment. And as an Artist I am dealing with the art of attachment and detachment. The common thing between us is the capacity of dealing with attachment and detachment. And we have to deal with these factors, however we are masked with.

Dear Albert, when I was thinking to write some words to you, I was thinking to write about pain and frustration. I mean I have not started the topic yet. That is the difference between an artist and a scientist. We go through the background more than necessary. It is the thing that scientists never know and artists over know.

When I get tired of thinking and dreaming, I try to be more scientific. I mean I try to be the real Albert Einstein. But I have failed so many times. I never knew which compound of this universe form love, pain, smile, and all these abstract things. I never knew the science of living and suffering. I never knew the chemical formula behind the relationship. I never knew the density of love. I never knew the pressure of dream. I never knew the parameter of pains. I never knew the number of protons and electrons in heart. I never know the frequency of the fluctuations existence.

I really never knew so many things. That is why I couldn't be a scientist. Being artist is rather easier. Artists don't need to prove anything. They just write it and let the world deal it. People can understand the art the way they like.

Albert, tell me one thing that you never told anybody. Or more possibly, nobody asked you this question. What is life? Is it art or science?

Hopefully,

The Artistrick

Dear Reality,

You are really bitter. You are really unwanted. You are shocking, you are disgusting, you are disturbing, you are haunting, you are everything that I dont want you to be. But why you are always there behind the scene? Why you are playing the role of antagonist in my life. I know the reason, Because you are reality. I know you are reality but why I still hate you? I hate you that is the reality.

Dear Reality, when I was dreaming to kiss the Mt Everest and drink the milk of paradise, you stopped me. You have always aborted the fetus of my dream. When I was saying I deserve, you were insisting that I dont.

Reality, you are the jerk between the colorful transition between me and my angel. You are the reason why I love her and you are the reason why she doesnt. How dare you to be the reason of different feelings at a same time? Dont you ever feel guilty to change your mask frequently?

Reality, Why you are always attached with me? you are the only thing conjoined with me that I dont like. If you were just any of my body part, I am sure reality, I would not have let you enjoy this much long.

Reality, You are there. I know you will be there forever. You will be haunting so many scattered dreams. But I will not stop fighting with you. and I will try not to let u be this much bitter, till I drop. 

Dear 3257 visitors,

This letter addresses all of you who have visited my blog and reading this letter right now. Now I have 3257 visitors in this blog. I am really proud of myself and I want to express profound gratitude to all those visitors for their overwhelming support.

I did not have any specific idea when I started blogging. I tried to blog in almost all popular blog sites. But finally I am stick with the windows live space. Technically it is updated frequently, people can see my updated space in their messenger. So it was easy way to express my ideas, beliefs and feelings to the world. When I was studying in university, the theory of "Global Village" by Marshall McLuhan, was one of the stuff, I didn't believe in. But now myself being a part of global village.

I am connected to all kind of people in the world, who keep themselves busy in the village of cyberspace. A freak from California, a geek from Paris, a frustrated student from India, an IT girl from Romania, a political science student from Vietnam, a journalist from Bangladesh, all are connected to to me. All of them were somehow source of inspiration for me to write about various topics. All of them were very supportive for my strong desire to know the socio-cultural values of various region of the world. All they add more knowledge into my database of cyber-space psychology. I am thankful to all of the.

You people are giving me more courage to write, you are making me express whatever I feel. As much as I get new visitor in my blog, I feel more responsible to educate, to entertain or to inform by my blog. As far as possible, and despite of busy routine of a journalist, I am trying to give some of time to blog.

At last, but not least, I am really thankful to some of you who are more then special person for me. My sister nani and vinaju, who frequently use their beautiful comments in my blog. My bro saroj who gives very powerful suggestion. My office friend Girish who is the greatest fan of my blog and use some of my beautiful words in his display and my dearest Dolly, who reads my blog the most, who reads it everyday, and to whom the whole blog is dedicated. thanks Dolly.

Kamal Kumar

Dear Dolly,

All I know is that you are a girl who laughs a lot and makes me smile when I talk to you or when I think about you . But I have also seen you crying so many times. I think people smile with everybody but they cry with only few. I am really thankful to you for sometimes crying with me. It is really a rare opportunity to be reflected on someone's tears. You are the one who has shared this much tears and cheers with me.

Dear Dolly, today is the 41th day since we knew each other for the first time. I hadn't expected the intimacy to reach this level just in six weeks. I hadn't expected you would be such a wonderful reason to smile, to share and care. Anyone outsider of our relationship may find the situation a bit ridiculous, unbelievable and dramatic. But I am enjoying this drama where two characters from different corner of the world are sharing the things that they never shared with anyone before. This drama between you and me is full of profound level of naturality, innocence and reality. It is a drama but it is not. It is a reality, but it is more than it. Whatever it is, we are enjoying it. May be we are crafting a new illustration of post-modern relationship. 

Dolly, I never believed in love. I still wave green flag to the statement that relationship is designed in heaven. I have found minor co-incidences in life with great impacts ahead. Same with our relationship. I wouldn't have met you, if my connection didn't work that day. I wouldn't have met you if I was busy with works that day. I wouldn't have met you, if my boss had called me few minutes ago or my friends had asked me to go for tea with them. So I will be always thankful to that span of some seconds.Thanks to that wonderful and mysterious moment of October 4th.

You remember dolly, I was really happy to see your comments in my blog. you said that you were happened to find a old book "Love Letters" after you read my blog. I remember how smoothly our intimacy took the height. And you hinted that our relationship matched with the movie "The Lake House", and you suggested me to watch that movie. I was really excited after I saw the movie. The beautiful things between you and me went on and on. and one day, unconsciously we started missing eachother. It happened itself. I still wonder what was the moment when we started missing eachother.

Dolly, I want to wrap up this letter with the statement I started with. That you are the girl who makes me smile. I hope I also make you smile. And what I think is the goal of life is happiness.

I really hope that, we can be smiling forever for eachother and because of eachother.

Hope to meet you one day.  

Yours Teddy

Dear Winter,

You must mind your arrival this time. You came without any invitation. And you came without any pre-hints. You have come such rudely that I happened to be reminded of the moment when I met my ex girl on a dusty noon at bus station.

But dear winter, do not dare to overestimate your strength. You have already come into my life 21 times before. And your arrival this time would not be that much different. It would just add another digit to your arrival in my life.

Hey winter, I know this year you aint gonna be that much cruel. I think you have heard about Global Warming. Though it is one of the stuff that I don't believe on, scientists are escalating world-wide debate on it. Coz there is nothing left to invent or discover. They have not seen more prospects on head hunting and outdated theory.

Dear winter, what I meant to mean is that those fucking scientists would not let you go to the freezing point. Though you will chill up the entire nation, the flag bearer of Global Warming, will submit a fake report to the United Nations, that will say the world remained hot even in the January, that will say the Mt. Everest was melted down by two meters even in winter. And people will march a protest in Mexico with play cards against USA. I can imagine my dear winter, how will you be embarrassed at that moment.

Dear winty, let me imagine the other aftereffects of your arrival, beside some cocktail discussions at the UN and the rally in Mexico, you will take hundreds of lives in Kashmir and in the mountainous regions of my country. You will crack the scarcity of foods in several districts. I know financially also, you will very costly this year, as previous years. Most of the staffs in our office will keep themselves busy on tea talk under the sun light in cafeteria. Coz the AC doesn't work in all rooms.

Chilliers!!!

Dear She_rocker,

I remember I had written to you last time in the March of this year. That was a letter of no more than 10 sentences. I don't know whether you watched it. It might have been redirected to the junk folder, or it might have been deleted without being viewed. Or more possibly your boyfriend watched it and deleted before you could got it.

The thing that provoked me to write you again is the first anniversary of the day. It has re-intensified the memories, which were on their own way to be blurred.

Dear she_rocker, honestly I hope and I pray you are having a rocking life nowadays. I hope you are not getting disturbed by various factors as you used to be in the past.

The span of one year was just the cascades of another day. Every morning is equally new for you and me. How we play the rhythm of sunshine does matter to us. But unfortunately, I never tried to judge the melody of the life after you left. I never tried to evaluate the strength of weakness in your absence. I never tried to measure the level of scratchiness in my life. I neither tried to miss you nor forget you. May be that way was good for myself.

You know it is exactly one year since you flied away. And it is exactly 4 years since we met for the first time. The period of 4 years can bring a lot of transformations. But by the time, when we will be leaning at the armchair with our grandchildren around, the same period of four year of our collegehood seems to be a flash of second. The period of four year would hardly catalyze a piece of smile in the corner of your face and you would look to the small grandchildren playing outside and the photographed husband hanging on the wall. This is the reason why I am writing you now. At least the beautiful memories can be crafted into the words, as they didn't get space into anyone's heart.

Thinking rationally, there was no concrete reason for why we met and why we were separated. I prefer every moments in the life to be called "expected unexpectedness". But the science of living and engineering of human nature don't want to be dealt emotionally. That was the factor you believed. And you threw some logical interpretations for why I can't be in relationship with you. I remember, you talked about differences between you and me and you talked about the mismatched wavelength. When we were talking about our favorite music, you said my interest doesn't match yours. And sympathetically you had asked me the meaning of "Alternative Rock". I remember how my face was blushed with silence. You had asked me the name of several singers and Hollywood artists. But I still don't remember any of the prominent names you said. Because they are like the name of Italian foods for me.

Well, she rocker, I don't think this letter deserve a decorative ending. I end it.

Cheers!!!!

Dear Nani,
 
The day before yesterday, I couldn't recognize your voice over telephone. I am feeling sorry for that. more than that I am ashamed to myself. Hope you are doing well there and you are living whatever meant by happily". Its not the fact that I only miss you when festivals like Dashain* and Tihar* occurs. But it is when I miss you profoundly. The 15 days of Dashain has already started, and I am not sure which day is today. I think the main day of the festival is coming within days. Once upon a time, I used to enjoy all days of the festival. You used to be with us and the whole family used to be together. Nowadays, festivals don't matter to me. They do not add any charisma into my life. Festivals come. Festivals go. Kathmandu is reeling with varieties of weather. Yesterday it was raining. Now I am seeing a sunny day through the window of my room. Birds and kites are competing to fly higher. The only difference is that, kite is connected to thread and birds are totally free. The Fulchoki Mountain is covered with clouds and that have scattered all over the sky. I am seeing bunches of flowers blowing with the wind, at the top stairs of the next building, as if the flowers are ready to jump out of the roof. Not a less beautiful canvas of nature, than of Leo Nardo Da Vinci and Pablo Picasso.
You know my office is near to the airport. I see a plane every single minute. They come they go. Like festivals. They matter to their stakeholders only. I remember, one day you were drained to that land, with full of dreams. The then aeroplane mattered to me. The height mattered to you too. I was stopped by the security guard in the airport. I returned home and waved my hand to the plance, that was carrying you with your dreams. I don't know how much your dreams have come true. But they should come true. I know you think big and you think smart. I have a big salute to all planes that are never tired of carrying the dreams.
I am affected with flu since last two days. Still I am coming to office, coz I have to. Today I have closed the slider of the window. So, I am not feeling the gentle breeze that is saying good bye to summer.
You know my table in office faces the south. I mean to the direction of our home. You know mom is alone in home. Man is the only animal in this universe that feels solitude. Our little Sanu has also joined me into the life of monotony. I welcomed him into the jungle of concrete, wishing him all the best so that he will not be lost here.

urs

thule

There were five stars, today in my horoscope, but I am passing through unnecessary hurdles. I was willing to share launch with Maria. I called her but she was not interested. I hanged the phone up, so rudely. I will not call her. Now it's her turn to say sorry.

the world outside the window of my room is beautiful, the panorama is wide, weather is not clear but the vision. I have been transferred to a new room with a new window infront of my desk. Time matters when we talk about intimacy, I had started loving that room, that window and the vision outsides from there, but now it seems as everything is strange for me, as it is the first day in my office. I was in previous room since the time I joined this office, it was nearly 8 or more months ago, the room is in fourth floor and has window facing the south. I used see the blue sky that has plunged into the walls of mountains, that I guess Fulchoki and Chandragiri mountain. I rarely used to open the window slider in my early days. But the intensification of the heat in the mid summer evoked me to open the windows all the time when I am in that room. Sometimes, I spend scores of times staring outside that window and enjoying the moments. Sometimes life was beautiful from that window and sometimes it was too horrible, The window was a best company for me, in the silent morning, at dusty and nonsense night. While peeping through that window I usually saw the conflict between nature and the concrete jungle .

Dear miss Invisilia,

i am wondering about the question mentioned above, previously i had talked top you about the color of dream, size of dream, dimensions of dream and all the possible attributes, in the period of time i am again the victim of self prisoner, i know what is good, i know what ios bad, but i fear i dont have much knowledge about the execution of bad or good things on a proper time, thats why the my frequecy of getting deceived by time, dreams and people around me can be measured in UHF (ultra high frequency),  days ago I talked with Eminem about all these things, he was surprised to listen my feelings as he found that similar to him....

sometimes, transformation around me give a alternate shock, the latest example is Mr Albert, I knew albert 4 years ago in University, the intimacy has been developed like anything... you know 10 years ago Albert was a culprit in Dhaka University and he was dismissed from his college, but the strong man learned the reality life himself and now he is a very good man, with a family and children.... years ago he was wildly searching for hamps in the concrete jungle of dhaka or inside the dark lane of Ason, nowdays he is found searching for fresh fruits for his wife and toys for his children in the market.... If i knew nothing beyond the border of my country MR Albert would be the Ideal persona for me after Bill Gates, George W BUsh and Kofi Annan and other evergreen leaders,

IF ONLY THE GREATNESS OF MAN IS MEASURED ON THE BASIS OF HIS/HER DREAMS, I BET I WOULD BE THE GFREATEST PERSON EVER BORN...................

to be continued next time {THE DREAM SERIES}

the answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind

Dear miss Invisilia,

i am wondering about the question mentioned above, previously i had talked top you about the color of dream, size of dream, dimensions of dream and all the possible attributes, in the period of time i am again the victim of self prisoner, i know what is good, i know what ios bad, but i fear i dont have much knowledge about the execution of bad or good things on a proper time, thats why the my frequecy of getting deceived by time, dreams and people around me can be measured in UHF (ultra high frequency),  days ago I talked with Eminem about all these things, he was surprised to listen my feelings as he found that similar to him....

sometimes, transformation around me give a alternate shock, the latest example is Mr Albert, I knew albert 4 years ago in University, the intimacy has been developed like anything... you know 10 years ago Albert was a culprit in Dhaka University and he was dismissed from his college, but the strong man learned the reality life himself and now he is a very good man, with a family and children.... years ago he was wildly searching for hamps in the concrete jungle of dhaka or inside the dark lane of Ason, nowdays he is found searching for fresh fruits for his wife and toys for his children in the market.... If i knew nothing beyond the border of my country MR Albert would be the Ideal persona for me after Bill Gates, George W BUsh and Kofi Annan and other evergreen leaders,

IF ONLY THE GREATESS OF HUMAN IS MEASURED ON THE BASIS OF HIS/HER DREAMS, I BET I WOULD BE THE GFREATEST PERSON EVER BORN...................

{THE DREAM SERIES}

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April 23rd

you are the gentle breeze, that comes with the flavor of dry soil far from the desert on a fevered day of April 23rd, kisses me and blows away, coz u have to be blown through a violin this eve at the Sandisco Party to make an enchanted melody, tomorrow morning u will have to depart towards the garden village to say 'hi' to a red rose which is waiting to be shared with two lovers, I fear the day after tomorrow you will have to go back to heaven to call the summer. I don't know whether you will come back to me or not, whether you will kiss me or not……..but I am still waiting for the smell of dry soil on the April 23rd and will be waiting forever........................... :)

8/15/2005, 11:59 AM,

you are the gentle breeze, that comes with the flavor of dry soil far from the desert on a fevered day of April 23rd, kisses me and blows away, coz u have to be blown through a violin this eve at the Sandisco Party to make an enchanted melody, tomorrow morning u will have to depart towards the garden village to say 'hi' to a red rose which is waiting to be shared with two lovers, I fear the day after tomorrow you will have to go back to heaven to call the summer. I don't know whether you will come back to me or not, whether you will kiss me or not……..but I am still waiting for the smell of dry soil on the April 23rd and will be waiting forever...........................

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