A day-by-day account of my dealing with a few government offices in Nepal trying to get an official paper way back in 1999. In other words, this is all about the farce that is the Nepalese bureaucracy.
On the streets of Kathmandu there is just one traffic rule: there are no rules. What rules is horns. Horns rule how, where and when traffic moves! Horns drive Kathmandu traffic. How?
Sumargi means "someone on the right path," and Kumargi, "someone on the wrong path." Sumargi is the name of the central character in both the stories. This is a follow-up to the story of someone who goes by the name of Sumargi and his deeds.
Nepal Central Bank freezes funds amounting over US$28 millions of an individual suspecting it to be illegally amassed!
Kissing ass stinks! it holds back our society from advancing! Since the beneficiaries, our vainglorious leaders, aren't going to change any aspect of that practice or themselves, we have to change ourselves and, in turn, them!
Nepalese are cavaliers...when it comes to riding motorbikes or shuttling others on the vehicle.
When rules and regulations go out the window, the reckless rules and the ordinary suffer!
If only all religions had faith...in one another.... If you ask me, spirituality, is ones duty/responsibility to oneself.
Traffic in Kathmandu is beyond bad! It's absurd...but then what system in Nepal isn't?! I have decided that one of the ways of dealing and coping with it is to make jokes and laugh about it. (The other option is to go mad, go crazy!) Here are two jokes Jerry Seinfeld might crack about it.
My observations of the US based on my three-week experience in the country, visiting it for the first time in over ten years!