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A day off

A day off from office, I am fighting with the lazy day in my flat outside the ring road. Ring road is a 20 miles long road that surrounds this crowded city. It has also helped the expansion of the crowd of the city. Ring road has been a status symbol for the neo urban people of this city. So where do you live? Somebody would ask me. I would say sukedhara....hmm what dhara? Is it inside or outside ring road? People inside the ring road think there is no Kathmandu outside ring road. New people who want to settle in kathmandu or want to begin their business prefer to be not far from ring road,


In recent years the real estate business in Kathmandu has taken it's being in unprecedented way.....I will continue later.

I am starting this note again nearly after 5 hours. It is the last week of February. It started raining all of sudden. There is this roof of tin over the ladder of this house. And the rain fall on the tin is creating a loud music of drum. Well, just before i started writing this i was standing at the door, watching a plane in the middle of the cloud. The angle and rotation of this small domestic airline hinted me that it was about to land on the runway, which is not so far from this place. I was wondering how pilot would tackle the rain and all other challenging weather.

To be honest, I have many times thought about seeing a plane crashing down live. That's why i watch each and every planes in the sky when i hear it's sound. I have a big interest in airplanes since my childhood, so my small brother had.

I think, I was in grade five or six and my brother was three years younger than me. In my hometown, about 30 miles south of Kathmandu, we rarely saw airplanes. In a fine weather, we used to see small images of aircraft flying very high on the sky. We, along with other children if my age would run on the street, watching over the sky and saying 'airplane…..airplane'

My small brother always used to ask me a question, 'dai, how does airplane fly?' poor me, i had no answer. In our government school we were taught abcd at the fourth grade, how could i know how does an airplane fly? We did not have google at that time, we did not have television at that time, the only media we did have access to was radio Nepal, on which i remember i only used to listen patriotic songs and news.

But the question of my brother was not going to stop. Whenevr we saw airplane in the sky, he started asking the same question, 'how does airplane fly'.

Later, i started to cook my own answer. I used to tell him that, inside a airplane there is a big gear kind of thing, when the pilot takes the gear forward, the plane goes forward,, when the pilot pulls the gear upward the plane comes up and so on.....thank god my brother never asked what happens to the plane when the gear is pulled back.

My random how does stuff work proved somehow to be true, i kinda knew later in my life, how does airplane work.

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  1. tapaile lekheko harek kabita, katha, lekh man parcha malai...............

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