Saraswati Puja and making friends

Will you be my friend? Let’s play together or else saying can I share your toys; I gather that’s how you make friends as a child I never had to do it consciously because no introduction or formality was required of “us” living in the paradox of insider and outsider. Though the friendship of such kind never existed beyond that of playmates for which I am entirely to blame. Nonetheless, I never had a shortage of friends.

My elder brother and I are children of a nuclear family who also happened to study in separate boarding schools far away from home. On top of it all, we came home only three times a year two of the holidays were of 10 days or less, the third one was unusually long it stretched to 3months it was our year-end holidays also popularly called winter holidays. Since 3 months were a way too long for just to be kept busy by TV, books and games we needed friends to play with; for which we needed to socialize. I can’t say for my brother but for me, it was an awful process.I hated the nuisance of the process of making friends and even more that I had to keep my opinions aside but I loved having friends. The dilemma that weighed my tiny brain, Sigh!

When you are just beginning to get tired of the holidays comes the time to celebrate “Saraswati Puja” the goddess of education also known as Vasant Panchami, is a Hindu spring festival. It is observed on the fifth day of the Indian traditional calendar month of Magha, which typically falls in the Gregorian months of January or February. It was a big deal then and even now among the school going age kids here. the whole celebration was only managed by the kids and obviously a little guidance from the adults. It was important that all kids opinionated or not kept all their difference aside. Relatively unknown kids became such fast friends that it would confuse anyone that if we told them that before “the process” we didn’t know of each other’s existence.

The kids from both sides of the street came together because a lot had to be done in such a short time. Some of the of them were;

  • To choose the all-important venue. It should be next to the street but not disturb the traffic, it should have enough open space to make a tent; etc
  • Collect money from donations.
  • Make the important budget
  • Buy the idol, the food offering, Prasad, decorative stuff for the tent; etc
  • Get electricity from the nearby house
  • Work together to make the tent and decorate.
  • Distribute prasad to everyone who came big or small
  • So many small big things

So in the end of the puja, we were still little kids but filled with the confidence that though we are small collectively we can do big things and while having fun in work friends will be made too! Happy Swarsati puja.



a new generations effort; preparations for the celebration of Saraswati Puja.



i belive but do you?


I believe in Fairy-tales, on fairies, on magic on monsters………………….

I am naive you may think, not accepting reality. I think so too! how dare I believe in something totally spun out of imagination. They for sure are children stories and I am an adult, how ridiculous would it be if a twenty-year-old told you they still believe in Santa wholeheartedly despite knowing the truth since he was 3 yrs old.

And like that stupid adult, I close my eyes every night thinking, not trying nonetheless hoping a little, a real fairy would show up in my dream tonight. She then would fulfill all my wishes for like a Genie she wouldn’t have a limited quota of three and live forever with me. Wouldn’t that just be wonderful!

I know I sound so stupid but the same thought crosses my mind over and over and accompanying it always is a big bold flashing WARNING sign.

Sometimes I forcefully stop myself from thinking about fairies but that moment of thoughtlessness lasts for only a few seconds. It is said if you stop yourself from thinking for a moment, more thoughts rush in. True!

I don’t know when I fall asleep and five minutes later my alarm rings, open my eyes and BEHOLD! It’s already morning. I’ve never experienced another instance where or when 7 hours fly by so quickly. Sadly no fairy dream, not even a glimpse nevertheless I am a dreamer and “dreamers are not quitters”.

My belief my dreams also extend to daylight, dreams don’t require eyes to be closed.

Any task I do particularly the hard stuff like the exam I am appearing for but have done almost no studying for, sometimes the easy kinds of stuff too like hammering a nail and impossible wishes like changing the color of my eyes; I wish by the turn of her magic wand all things would be done! I wouldn’t even have to get up

My dream is so pretty I sometimes wonder why even bother to return to reality  …….maybe they are just a fairy dreaming through my eyes who knows but there’s one thing I know for sure “I believe in fairy tales, on fairies, on magic, on monsters……………” oh! and also on wizards.


imaginary “real” friends


When I held it in hands I could not believe it nor could the fuzzy, funny feeling in the pit of the stomach stop and as I opened it a familiar air engulfed me …a feeling of warmth tugged my heart in this brutal winter air. Long-lost friends met again, going together on an old route of laughter.

That’s how I felt when I read Archie’s comics after a gap of more than a decade. Not exactly the feeling I experienced because for some time I could not believe that a simple comic could give so much joy and I have to think it’s because of the memories attached.

I was in class 1 when I was first introduced to it that was of course “Little Archie” it had all the little characters; as the name suggests. So there was little Archie, little Betty, little Veronica, little Jug head his dog hot dog; little Reggie and of course Mr. Weather bee was the same old bald man the principle of  Riverdale High School, miss Grundy, the cafeteria lady, Pop Tate etc. Archie always somehow managed to get into trouble.

With time I graduated to reading the “high school” Archie “version”. I loved it so much maybe because it provided me an image of a ‘cool’ school, and fun times I never had; maybe it was the happy, fun way of falling in love with a foreign language and the begging of the journey to literary books; I don’t know the reason for sure.

I sopped reading it as I entered my teen years where my peers were the circle that influenced a lot of my choices I remember they called it stupid and so did i. Nonetheless after all this time here’s a Salute to my Narnia of happy times and as the years pass by may I never be guilty of calling it stupid.

pic credit; header image credit-archie-comics-mlj-comics.jpg



 Oh! I have dreamt scenarios where I was on stage receiving an award giving a long emotional speech ending with a thunderous applaud.

Thank you, Susan, at  for nominating me for the “Sunshine Blogger Award.” thank you wordpress, thank you everyone here for making me want to write more and for making a small part of my dream come true.

Please do check Susan’s blog I am sure you’ll love it and also learn much. I am so late in accepting but I am so happy and blessed, thank you a thousand times.

Rules for “The Sunshine Blogger Award”

  1. Thank the blogger who nominated you and link to them.
  2. Answer the eleven questions asked.
  3. Nominate 11 other bloggers.
  4. Create 11 new and different questions for them to answer.
  5. List the rules.
  6. Include the “Sunshine Blogger Award” logo in your post somewhere.

here my answers to the questions;

  1. How old are you?
    • Not sure too many confusions nor do I care but “I  do love my age. Old enough to know better. Young enough not to care. Experienced enough to do it right”
  2. How old were you when you were diagnosed with mental illness or other types of chronic and/or invisible illness or grief?
    • Just turned 17 then
  3. Where do you live? (City, State, Country)
    • Nepal
  4. What makes you happy?
    • That’s a very difficult one because I have so much to choose from if I still have to choose the top would be family, friends, and books.
  5. What makes you angry?
    • Oh! That’s easy that’s the know it all people and I am better than you people
  6. When was the last time you experienced mental illness stigma or any other type of stigma or discrimination?
    • Major one less than a year ago.
  7. How were you stigmatized?
    • Claimed to be blind* visually impaired because I use a stick.
    • Called the stick useless and the doctor or a pill could fix me
    • Acting as he saw me walking and his words “I have no limbs missing”
    • Many, much more that gets my blood boiling every time I remember them.
  8. What is your favorite kind of candy?
    • I like the crunchy type.
  9. What is your favorite season and why?
    • I look forward to all seasons, weird that way.
  10. How long have you been blogging?

                 –     6-7 months now I think.

  1. Do you prefer a sunny or a cloudy/rainy day and why?
    • Can’t choose. Again weird.

 Here are the amazing eleven I nominate  “The Sunshine Blogger Award”; a small token of love and appreciation.

1. TheWrongsIMustWrite

2. Shabd Ragini

3. albits

4. Finding Rainbows In The Dark

5.The Magical Blue

6. TheGirlOnTheGo’s Blog

7. The Motivational Dope

8. Gustavo Lomas

9. Live Free 2 Sail Fast

10. The Journey

11. Follow Your Dog



 This is my list of a few of the amazingly wonderful people from the thousand I have yet to visit, read and fall in love with the words countless times.As for the questions please answer about thing others would never guess about you, in the questions of your choice.





I am back

I am here and no one could be more happy than me.


#my story


There are numerous benefits of education and equally many critics exist too but that’s the discussion I will gladly leave out today. Today I will only acknowledge the good of education, especially in my context. At the time I fell ill and realized I had now to live with a disability; I had only completed 12 Std and was preparing for the medical entrance examination. My confidence, self-esteem, self-image was all time low. The journey ahead was dark and gloomy. I could not even toss and turn on my own, my mother a graduate and baba(father) an M.Com and MBA degree holder became my full-time carer feeding me, bathing me changing my clothes, carrying me to the toilet and doing everything for me but I never heard an uff! From them, in fact, they defended me when people said my life was now over. My elder brother was in medical school and being the daughter of this wonderfully positive, optimistic, educated family  I had promised myself I will get a bachelors’ degree when or how I didn’t know I just knew I had to. 

That determination became stronger when after coming home from the hospital I first did hold a pen and I couldn’t even draw a straight line it took literally years of practice. I somehow found the courage and did my bachelors I couldn’t even write for long without pain and I had a different walking stick then but I did complete it. The knowledge gained and that piece of paper, the degree changed my total outlook toward myself and life. Today what you see is a totally different Srijana than the old one. 

So I figured if one degree can do so much for me then why not stick to my original plan of being a doctor so today I’m on my path to give my exam for master of sociology starting on 5th Dec, my birthday and ending on 18th  I hope I do well on all my papers for which I have to study and for that I have to take a small  break from the blog.


Every dog has its day

In Nepal, the festival of light also known as Diwali is called Tihar. Similar to other Diwali observances, lamps are lit at night during Tihar, but it also has its observances that make our’s so unique. The festival of lights celebrates the triumph of light over darkness, of knowledge over ignorance, and the dissolution of barriers that separate humans from the authentic experience of the world. Nepalese Hinduism is unique in dedicating the second day of Tihar, Kukur Tihar, to the worship of dogs.

So today we celebrate kukur Tihar we thank them for their companionship, faithfulness, love and for everything thing they bring to our lives.


black=Julie, brown=Hira. Both females both previously street dogs both now family. Julie is 8 years we found her in the month July as a pup hence the name. Hira came home as a little pup and never went back.


gender perspictive on development-a thought

Simone Lucie Ernestine Marie Bertrand de Beauvoir a French writer, intellectual, existentialist philosopher, political activist, feminist and social theorist. She wrote in her book “ The second sex”  “….one is not born rather becomes a woman …it  is the civilization as a whole that produces this creature intermediate between male and eunuch, which is described as feminine “

 Though there is no denying that women constitute nearly half of the world’s population, however, they own only about 6%of the world’s wealth. What seems to escape our minds while dividing the fruits of development or we choose to forget about women’s participation; whose time, energy, effort, and skills are involved in every aspect of a developmental process though she may or may not be directly involved.In many cases, gender is seen closely related to the roles and status given to men and women in the society based on their sexual differences.

 Gender inequality is a form of inequality distinct from any type of social and economic inequality nonetheless gender inequality form the basis of all societal evils.

Much of the ideas of feminism and women in development, formed during/in the UN, the decade of women (1976-85)” equality, development, and peace” was the slogan at the international women’s year conference held in Mexico City in 1975.


Birds of flood

During the floods that hit parts of Nepal recently caused by the heavy rainfall a pair of new birds visited my home.They built their nest on one of the Beatle tree’s of my home, a clear view from my window.


All the photos I take are from my phone so the quality may be bad .These days I am doing my assignments so haven’t been able to check any blog or am late replying to you for which I am truly sorry.


all about me


That’s Dorian Grey?  It’s the 100th time now, said my friend with very apparent exaggeration and a genuine look of disgust. This, however, was a ruse to recommend me the latest book she was reading, a love story, “Me before you” by Jojo Moyes. I don’t mind rereading and genres don’t concern me. Hence I thought I’d give it a chance but I don’t trust her taste therefore when it wasn’t available for free on the world wide web and with talks going on for turning it into a movie I skipped buying it telling her I’ll watch the movie and telling myself I’ll hold on to my money for now.

That was in 2013 and I had forgotten all about it until one fine day in 2017 the internet informed me of the movie and I watched it.

“Me before you” is a romance novel first published on January 2012. Although it may seem realistic, the book is a work of fiction, a romantic story of a wealthy man with disability Will Traynor and his caregiver Louisa Clark, living amid the people who try to convince him not to take his own life; they fail and he dies. It is an “autobiographical” account of Will after he has been quadriplegic since a road accident several years earlier. The plot is the same in the film.  In one of the scene, he says, “I get that this could be a good life, but it’s not my life. I can’t be the sort of man who accepts this.” Since throughout the movie Will is shown to be strong, determined and uncompromising, it seems clear that the “sort of man” who would put up with a paralyzed body and its demands could only be inferior to him. The idea that it is better to be dead than live with disabilities has been showcased many times.  Like in Million Dollar Baby, Whose Life Is It Anyway?, The Sea Inside and etc. Television Film Theater all seems to love those individuals who want to die; they’re less keen to cover the rest “who want to live”.

When able people talk about suicide, they’re discouraged, offered prevention, psychiatric support because then suicide is never seen as desirable. When a person with disability talks of it, suddenly the conversation is overtaken with words like ‘choice’  ‘autonomy’ ‘freedom’ ‘out of love’ and people rush to uphold these prized principles then the talk of prevention and mental health support are rare. What kind of message is this since when did suicide become ok?

It’s said only the injured can understand the pain of the wounded, do we really need be injured to understand the right to life of the person with disabilities.