The famous adage goes “No one steps on the same river twice”. We change with every tick of our watch, every moment we are a new one. Not to forget as well, whatever we are now has come through smoothing against the friction of time. Time gives happiness, time gives pain and again time heals, in process teaching us something. So everything is all about learning, and in essence life is also about learning. As a child we started to babble few words, as a toddler we started to totter, as an adolescent we began to recognize letters, as a teenager we began to be attracted to opposite sex and as a youngster we started worrying about our career. Perhaps time will come when we will start thinking about our children and then their career, their marriage so and so on. So the learning process keeps going on till the extreme end of life, then we would be trying to search a peaceful place to rest our soul.

Learning for me seems to be seeing, listening, feeling, experimenting and finally deciding whether it’s right or not for me. The surrounding environment, my family, my friends and foes, my bosses, my teacher, my colleagues, my classmates, the society I belong to, the school I attended, the books I studied, the places I visited, the god I worship every body has certainly contributed in my learning. Whatever I am today is not only myself, but sum of whatever I have experienced, seen, heard and learnt put together.

So as I sit down to count today, I feel that everybody in my life taught me something. People that I meet inside Micro-Buses, those who pass by me as I walk, those who stare me, those who smile at me, everybody is giving me a lesson. Nowadays I try to find best things from the worst people I meet. I find that everybody, I shall repeat everybody, have something special, that no other has.

This doesn’t mean that whatever I have seen was always inspiring. Once I saw a selfish guy brings around 70 years old helpless woman in a tempo and leave in the midst of Sohrakhutte. Annoyed after knowing from her that the person bringing her was his own son, people gathered around brought everything they could to offer. Everyday I would get down from my micro-bus automatically go to the banana vendor, buy a bunch and offer in her shivering hand. That was all I could offer as a student, and her tearful penetrating eyes taught me what compassion means.

So that’s what I have learned, I am little bit of everybody and everything put together. We should try to see the best part of everybody and everything. That way round perhaps we will forget their darker side, only then would they appreciate us and forgiveness prevail. Only then would real peace come.

I recently went through a forum, people were discussing how a donkey make sounds (wat a useless topic). Here's wat one logically explained.

step 1: the donkey breaths in : that makes an "ah" sound
step 2: it breaths out: that makes an "i" sound. So it is "a-i" "a-i" "a-i" (don't try to make that sound, Nepal too has got copyright act).

More stupid must be me, who read it through (top till bottom). I'm thinking of running one other topic, how does a cock cock-a-doddle-do (thats what i suppose must be a cock's sound called). Or may be wats the difference between the sounds of cock's in ktm and pkr. I usually din't get a chance to hear cock's sound, except when dad bought it to make spicy curry(for ur info I'm a veg now). People here in Kathmandu seem to crazily raise cocks, may be side income in this city filled with poor (or may be food for the cats).

Actually cock's issue din't popped up without reason, I'm hearing it quite often nowadays as I am playing owl these days bitten by my exam bug. Surprising though is that, cocks here begin their riyaz quite early as 1. Few crazy cocks even made sounds at 12. Is that becoz of the light of my havel's energy saving bulb that they confuse its morning (quite a topic for a new research or advertisement of havel's light, rimponche). More astonishment to me is that they suddenly stop it around 2.30 and again start it at around 5, so I guess they are making two sessions, one for people like me whose morning starts at midnight and the other for usual ones.

Our gatekeeper has also got two cocks, one small one big. Its quite a fun to scare them and run after to make them half fly in air to escape. Its just so funny that it gets alert as soon as I am around, just like an armyman aware of its enemy. Anyway it doesn't know that I am a veg else it must be less scared, don't dare to tell it.

Leave the cocks, I need to get back to my elearning site. So Long till next time..........