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SO IT WAS YOU IRIS?

Suddenly, I woke up with a noise. The noise was  the thunderstorm that passed by my windowpane. My hands were shivering. I checked the time which showed 2:00 Am in the morning. I realised i fell asleep in the chair of my cabin. What was i doing in the office at 2 in the morning? My lethargic mind after sleep questioned. I then grabbed the car keys and rushed to the basement to get home. It was raining heavily in the heart of spain, Madrid. Late October is considered the wettest month in spain. I then started the engine of my car and then accelerated my way back home. The roads were scary accompanied by sharp lightning.  I reached home. With my surprise the channel gate to the entrance was open and making a creaky sound. I was too anxious to turn on the light. With nervousness i reached out to the switch and then turned on the light. I was scared with what i saw next, traces of blood. As soon as i saw blood the first person came to my mind was Natalia, my wife. I screamed her name b

COVID 19-WHAT TO DO WHEN IN SELF-QUARANTINE

It is the most difficult period for many people in the world when the world is battling against the rage of Corona. Being an optimist, I am considering my self-isolation as vacation the world has offered me, in which my paycheck doesn’t get cut and I have every time for myself and my family. Well, it might be difficult for everyone to cope up with social distancing because we are bound by a friend circle that demands  “chiya”  every morning. But trust me, the virus is much more dangerous than we could have possibly imagined. In developed countries where people can afford much more time than we can only dream of are dealing with deaths and more in numbers. In an underdeveloped country like ours, where pollution is uncontrollable and where strong medical facilities lack in every place we need to draw a bigger picture of actualization that we are in serious threat. Sorry, but just keeping a belief of being  gorkhali  and fighting corona won’t work this time. So, being in a shelter is

DWIT, My Story!

DWIT, My Story! November 27, 2015 I got an email from Bijaya Shrestha Sir entitled “Welcome To SEM I - Batch 2019” and the class would begin from 30th of November. I was so fascinated, nervous, excited about the new journey I was about to be part of. I was so impressed by DWIT from my open-house session and being able to be part of this community was super exciting.  November 30, 2015 I reached the college gate where I saw many new faces standing in line with me. The line was oriented by our senior who took us to our class. As the line moved on, the first day’s journey from gate to classroom number 203 felt amazing. I was enjoying every sight I could see. November 22, 2019 9:50 AM. We were wished all the best for our boards by our cloud computing teacher, Shambhu Khanal. That meant we had concluded the class and it marked the completion of lectures at Deerwalk. The class had never been so loud as it was then when everyone yelled “Thank You Sir” so loud. We were happy beca

STUDENT LIFE: A LIFE FULL OF PRESSURE

Students, who are termed as helmsmen of development, face many kinds of pressure throughout their life. Well, life is not easy when you are given the extra burden that you don’t deserve. From the very first moment you step towards the educational life, you  have to bear pressure. Every parent wants their children to top the exams. In Nepalese society, you have to face one extra taboo, the society. Society in Nepal has a different way of pressurizing students. They don’t mind their business but get busy backbiting about the children who don’t even relate to them. Another factor that pressurizes students in Nepal is the extra burden from the teachers and the school as well. In many places of Nepal, students are literally beaten up for not following the way they are told to. There are different ways of harnessing student’s future, physical violence is never the solution. In a world where you deserve a fresh environment, where you can do what actually you are interested in, exactly o

Irishway, How it all began: My childhood memories

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The experiences that I have gained till date are unforgettable. It goes without saying that my childhood was more than just a learning experience. I shall always cherish those memories! The story I’m about to share is a story not only of my childhood but also of the lessons that I have learned throughout my childhood. On the day of 18th June, the youngest son of the family was born to Mr Binaya Raj Pokharel and Manju Sitaula Pokharel; it was one of the happiest moments in life for the Pokharel Family. I was given my name, Irish, by my aunt. That’s how an inquisitive bright child came into existence with unfolded stories and undecided future. At the age of three, I was admitted to a school, Prativa Academy, Birtamod, Jhapa. I still remember crying and shouting at my mother for leaving me in the school alone with crowds of strangers. Time breezed by and at the age of six, we moved to our hometown Bhadrapur, where my grandparents stayed. Now came the phase where I spent my longest c

Psychology – Try Balancing It For A Happy Life!

My name is John. I can’t describe what I feel or what is really going inside my mind. Sometimes I feel suffocated when I see myself not adapting to the environment in which I was brought up. While sometimes I feel like the happiest man in the world. I don’t understand what is going inside my mind. Sometimes I judge people and their behavior whilst sometimes I question myself, how could I even be so judgmental? I have lived two and a half decades of my life, but I am still confused about my attitude and the way I present myself to people around me. Maybe I expect a bit too much from people. Even a short conversation makes me wonder if I did say something wrong. Often I realize that I cannot impress every other person I meet, but my emotional attachments to these people compel me to overthink about my attitude. My educational background has many ups and downs, I have had the experience of being a failure and also a topper. I had always tried hard to do my best, yet the reality always

LOVE: A JOURNEY OF MIXED EMOTIONS!

Love, a four letter word that can melt every stone-hearted person. Well, I was once a stone hearted person and the same four-letter word changed me to a person who I am now. I don’t want to disclose how many times I fell in love with different people but trust me you can never feel the pain that I felt falling in love back then - a person who used to listen to Metallica andPink Floyd songs started listening toBon Jovi, and John Legend. The thing that changed me was her love. Her presence always made me feel special. I still remember the fragrance of her that mesmerized my heart. Every morning, I used to wake up to stand beside her and speak of every small thingthat happened to me. A person who remembered Valentine’s Day as a normal, cold day had started feeling its importance and started saving pocket money to give a small piece of my heart to my princess. If I had a time machine I would go back and enjoy those memories once again. I don’t know how my sleeping time changed from