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1.Anita Rai---Fren
2.Saagar ----Bhai
3.Ma
4.Bindu koirala--dai
5.Manoj Malla--Fren
6.Place-pokhara,pame(ex-saagar)

Lonliness

Just tired........tired of walking alone in these lonely roads of life....only wished to get away.....go away from those past....those memories....but forgot that memories never can be left behind.....u lock them inside your heart but it leaves certain wound....that it hurts with a blow of wind...with a single word....Sometimes life seems meaningless......useless....u found yourself in middle of no where....no one needs u....certainly life seems like u're the only one left behind....everyone moved ahead n u're left to be alone....and today i found myself in that place.....the place where u're abandoned....everything seems so clear yet nothing is perfect...no happiness...when u smile others can see pain in it....when u do something others find out your mistakes....and only u know that u're never wrong....
I wish i could undo every minute of my life....i wish i could go back to the past n change it for everyone's sake.......suddenly i started to feel that i was going round n round the earth alone...all alone....i thought every face laugh with me all the time n now i found they r laughing at me......suddenly i started to drown ......afraid of every little thing in life.....m i insane?........oh may be i m.......if world is pointing at u and laughing in your face what else can be the reason........must be i was crazy all the time.......feeling always hit me in my heart......and i tried not to feel anything.....still it's following me....hitting me....but i even can't say i don't feel it anymore.....sometimes i try to be alone....try to hide myself........turn off lights n try to hide in those dark nights...cause i know no one will search for me....but how can i hide from my destiny...my badluck...it always find its way toward me......
sometimes i try to cry out loud........cry out in my loneliness ...'cause my tears got blamed a lot of time.......hope with each drop that it will take some pain of mine....but it increased the pain inside.......but each drop took my happiness...my thoughts....my strength.......but the lonliness is mine.......n i know i've to live with it.........life is drama n m playing my part so well.....no matter how much others blame me...no matter how much others hate me...n no matter how much they abandon me.........

A TRUE LOVE STORY...

The Best Love story ever

Before reading this please dont think of the person you love
A true, touching love story that happened in the Jamu & Kashmir(border) areas. The headman of a big tribe had a beautiful daughter, who fell in love with a boy who was an ordinary poor person. When the people of the tribe came to know about their love, they did not like it at all, and so began to protest about it. Now it happened that the two lovers left their homes for a happy future.

The people of the tribe started searching for the two lovers but they could not find them. At last,they accepted their love and asked them in a newspaper to come back.The people said that if u both come back we will marry u, we accept that u loved each other truly. So in this way their love won and the age old attitude of the tribe took a beating.

The couple went to the city for shopping for the wedding. He was wearing a white traditional dress, and was crossing the road when a car came and hit him and he died on the spot. The girl lost her senses. After a long time she recovered and accepted that her love has died. One night she was sleeping in her home with her family. Her mother had dream in which she saw a fairy. That fairy asked her mother to wash the blood spots of the guy from her daughter's clothes as soon as possible. But her mother ignored the dream.

Next night the father saw the same dream, he also ignored it. Then when the girl had the same dream the next night, she woke up and told her mother about the dream. Her mother asked her to wash the clothes on which there were blood spots. She washed the spots but some remained. Next night she again had the same dream she again washed the spots but some still remained. Next night she again had the same dream and this time that fairy gave her last warning to wash the blood spots, else something terrible will happen. This time the girl tried her best to wash the spots, the clothes tore, but some spots still remained. In the evening on same day when she was alone, someone knocked the door, when she opened the door she saw the fairy at the door. She got very scared and fainted. The fairy woke her up..., and gave her an object, That awe-struck girl asked "what is this..? to which the fairy replied......"kaise bhi daag ho,jaise bhi daag ho........ surf Excel hai na..." I know what u are feeling now... But don't look for me... I'm searching for the person who mailed this to me... I know you want to kill me for this!!! I felt the same!!

true story..

I have been visiting your site regularly for a couple of weeks now. First heard it at a gathering in Oklahoma City where my boyfriend and myself traveled all the way from Jefferson City for a Nepali friends wedding. It was great to see so many people from back home. Have been following your website religiously since then and hence, made up my mind to share with you what I'm going through at the moment in this strange land, with the hope that it shall be put up in the 'contributed article' section. If and when it does make it to your website, I appeal to all viewers to please advise me on what steps I need to take to put an end to my misery.

I'm 22 and my name is Neha. I come from a very affluent family currently living in Maharganj. Being the only child I was brought up like a princess, sent to the best schools in Deharadun and Kathmandu, showered with anything I wished for. Money was never an issue. Got as much as I wanted…whenever, wherever.

Before I begin with my sob story, let me take you a few months back. I was on a winter break and back home in Kathmandu when I met Rahul at a popular restaurant at Durbar Marg. Rahul had just come back from the US for a few months because of a death in the family and besides, it had been 3 years since he last visited his folks back home. It was instant attraction. I did not give it much thought initially but after repeated phone calls and a few meetings and with constant pestering, I succumbed to his charms. Who wouldn't? Rahul was tall, fair, decent looking, was a 'US Green Card holder' had good manners without any airs about him…. Everything was perfect! But my folks refused to accept our relationship. They reasoned that 'something' about Rahul was not just right. They said that they had a hunch that he was not the right person for me.

Time passed by and soon it was time for Rahul to go back and join his 'work' as a mortgage consultant in Jefferson City. We had a quiet dinner a day before he left. Finally, he spoke up saying that he wanted me to come along with him and that it was impossible to live without me. Oh! How much I loved him. It was then and there that I decided to join him in the US. We said our goodbyes with me promising him that I shall come to the US within 2 months. It was only after that Rahul had departed from the airport that I realized how much I missed him. From the very next day, I made preparations for the visa processes. Did not have much of a problem because I had a elderly friend working at the Embassy, borrowed some money from a friend and I had saved some as well. Did not amount to much, but was enough for the tickets and a few 100 dollars extra…just in case.

9th March, 2006, the day had finally arrived for me to leave home and run away to be with Rahul. Nothing else mattered to me except Rahul. All I wanted to do then was be in his arms. Wrote a long letter to my parents asking them for their forgiveness and thanking them for all they had done for me. Did not have the courage to talk to them on this matter. So finally, without saying a word to anybody, I cried myself all the way to the airport. Not a single time did I ever think of changing my mind. I had decided and I was bent on sticking by my decision. Don't remember much of the plane ride. Its all hazy.

Was delighted though to see the smiling face of Rahul at the Airport. I was thrilled! I got what I wanted. Rahul took me to his apartment which was a mess to say the least. We caught up on things and made love the whole day and night. I considered myself the luckiest girl in the whole wide world. I was fortunate to have Rahul and that was all I wanted in life. I started my stay in the US with first cleaning up, fixing things and taking care of the apartment while Rahul was off working at a mortgage company about an hour bus ride from the place where we lived.

A couple of weeks passed by when I first realized that I was bored just watching TV and doing odds and ends at the house. I approached Rahul and said that I wanted to work too, do something to keep myself occupied, plus a few extra dollars would surely help. He had no problems with it and in fact finances had by now been the major topic of our arguments. It did not bother me initially, but after the arguments turned into frequent quarrels, I started working at a kindergarten school as an apprentice nearby. The pay was not too bad and I was able to finance the initial payment on the car loan that Rahul always wanted to have. A brand new Mustang!

Rahul seemed happy with his new toy and often was gone for days 'camping with his friends'. He did not take me out much and it was then that I started feeling lonely. During one of his camping out nights, while cleaning the house, I happen to notice a suspicious cartoon box in the small attic of the apartment. It was only Rahul who used to clean that part of the apartment and forbade me to go up there saying that it was risky for a woman to climb up and hence, it was him that cleaned up the mess up there. The cartoon contained syringes, vials, some pornographic magazines and a huge stack of marijuana. I was speechless and things started to fall in place. No wonder he used to frequent the attic on some pretext or the other.

I confronted him when he arrived the next day, least aware what I was to expect. He confessed that he had been a drug addict for a couple of years now and that he even peddled drugs to earn the little money that he brought home. The Mortgage Company, Mortgage Consultant and other stuff were all a lie. I was shattered. Confronted with my reminders of his promises and the trust that had been broken, he hit me. It was the first time in my live that anybody had raised a hand on me. Constant fights and beatings become regular from that day on. Now, there is not a single day that I have not got a thrashing from him. My only fault is that I keep telling him to kick off the habit, join a drug rehabilitation program and stop peddling drugs.

am on the 3rd month of my pregnancy and I don't want an abortion. I have no one to share my feelings with. My colleagues at the kindergarten advise me to go to the police or contact the lawyers. I do not want to go to the Police because I'm staying illegally here, the lawyers are out of the question because of the finances and for the obvious reason that I don't know anybody and there is nobody who can help me out. My folks back home do not want me to come to Kathmandu. 'You have disgraced us. We have nothing to do with you now, we disown you" is what they said when I spoke to them last on the phone. I have become a mental wreck since.

Rahul does not come home for days and when he does, he has his friends along with him, all of them high on dope. They do their drugs and have wild orgies in our apartment. The most disgusting aspect of it all is that Rahul, too is an active participant. I'm on the brink of committing suicide. Confronting him with his responsibilities and the child we are going to have, is a waste of time. He refuses to even listen, leave alone do something about it. The apartment rent is long overdue. The little that I make from my work goes to the payment of the various loans and the car loan for the Mustang. The rest is taken away by Rahul. I have no credit cards and there is never enough grocery in the house. To save money, I only have one meal a day consisting of bread and soup. My health is going from bad to worse, especially with the little one inside me. I wish to return back to Kathmandu and start afresh without Rahul, but I don't even have enough money for the tickets.

I look upon you to advise me on this matter and what steps I should take so that I can get out of this mess. Depending on your suggestions, I shall take further decisions. I am willing to consider your advices, be it the police, the lawyers…whatever! I need YOUR HELP.

{Author-My friend}

GENEROUS GOD??

I saw her at the party today. She hasn't changed. Not a bit. She still smiles the same smile with those beautiful dimples on her cheeks which could melt stone. She still speaks in the same tone which was like soothing music to me and many guys like me and yes she still looks no less beautiful than those days. I knew many guys were after her .They would just do any thing to get noticed. If she spoke to one of us than our day was made. Every day, some guy would do this or that to get close to her. I tell u ,we even saw those saints and also those big bullys change themselves into romeos in no time. She entered the college premises and every set of eyes followed her. Every one longed to get close to her .Every guy wished to talk to her. Inspite of being so beautiful and popular there was nothing as fake pride within her .She never ignored any one who greeted her .With every greeting and smile she would get, she should return them with another beautiful smile. She was really a fairy. Maybe brought down to earth to make this world little bit more beautiful. Really, this world would have been a happier place if God had sent more Nehas.
I wonder if she noticed my legs trembling whenever i got close to her. I wonder if she noticed me blush when i had approached her to express my feelings. I was among the ones who dared to go near her and look into those ocean blue eyes which could even hypnotise god, My friends had provided me all the lessons required. They had prepared me well. When i approached her, i could sense many pairs of eyes following me curiously. But all in vain. I just got struck in the moment when i looked into those eyes. i just couldn’t say any thing . U were going to say something, weren’t u? she asked. mmmm well,ya! Actually not, nothing, just wanted to ask if u had finished the project work, i replied most hesitantly. This would happen almost every time i wanted her to know how i felt for her. I wasn't happy with me and i wasn’t happy with her coz she never tried to understand my feelings. She was driving me crazy. All she had to do was smile at me and i was her slave but still there was very less that i could do about that. They named this disease "nephritis".
I was a great admirer a great lover although i thought she wasn't destined to be mine. I never asked her choices and yet i knew she liked chocolate ice-cream knew she loved wearing traditional dress. I knew she liked light make up. I knew she liked monsoon and i knew she loved reading Sidney Sheldon. I knew she had watched titanic 19 times and i knew the number of guys who had proposed to her. I knew she liked Brad pitt and i knew she loved <<<>>!!!
Whenever I saw her with ujwal I could do nothing but envy. I tried everything to break them up. Sometimes i even felt like an antagonist in a bollywood movie who was trying to get the heroine from the protagonist by hook or by crook. I tried filling her ears with bad things for ujwal but nothing worked. One day I even tried beating him up. All that followed was that they got closer. They got together in front of my eyes. They went on coffee dates and parties and proms together. At the prom I could do nothing but helplessly and enviously watch her in his arms....cursing my fate. When nothing worked, on Rose day i decided to give it a final try... so I gathered up my guts and walked up to her with a rose in my hands ....I handed the rose to her and i wished her a Happy Rose day...she wished me back. And when i got the opportunity i begun......"hey i don't want to interfere in your personal matters but as your friend I can't keep my eyes closed at what i am seeing. "sorry, I didn't get you”, she said. "well, I saw ujwal at the bar yesterday and he was drunk..." SO what ? she said ,i know he drinks. That doesn't matter until he loves me.." Seeing no way out i started saying that ujwal didn’t deserve her. She could get much more handsome and perfect guy. I knew every one was looking but i went on and on.I just went on saying this and that .And she didn’t care..........She threw the rose onto the floor and walked away....
I remember the cartoon on the black board next day. A boy on his knees with a rose in his hand, begging for love to a girl who was in another guy's arms. At the 1st glance i knew it was meant for me. It was embarrassing as nobody listened to me when i wanted to prove my point saying that I wasn’t really after her.....and this and that .I wanted to show off that i didn’t give a damn but nothing worked infront of my mates who were always looking for a topic to laugh at during the canteen breaks and I had provided them with a good topic to laugh at. I said i don't want her as she is not so beautiful just like the fox said the grapes are sour... but they didn't stop making fun of me for years, until we left college.
Now when i see them together. i have to stop breathing to stop myself from laughing. It is a most randomly made match. Just like a fairy to a clown. Today, at the party, somebody said he has a wonderful wife, hasn’t he?ya,lucky guy! I replied.Then one of my workmates said "GOd has been generous to that guy but your wife is in no way less beautiful.Thank u! i replied smiling.......

Gokarna - La Meridien

Sometimes i cry.......

You're my best friend, you're the love of my life, main things is that you're you. And sometimes when things gone bad. I wonder how to make them better. And sometimes when things gone great I wonder how they could go so good. And sometimes I cry because things are so amazing.

When things are at the worst and I'm irritable and cranky and you just want to leave you always stay by my side. And when I ask you why you don't just leave your response is "u, ean so much to me....as my fren as my inspiration and no matter how bad things get you don't walk away from the ones you love." And sometimes I cry because how can you love someone that much.

When we go weeks without talking and I start wondering if we'll make it or if you've already moved on. And I start replaying the words you've told me. Sometimes I cry because I miss the sound of your voice or the comfort u gave me when i'm in bad condition"

Sometimes when we argue I wonder why we don't just move ahead or how we've managed to make it so far. But when things are like normal I'm glad that we didn't moved ahead over an argument over something as stupid as what we fight about and I'm glad we've made it as far as we have. Sometimes I cry because of the thought that it could be over because of something stupid.

When people are telling us lies trying to break us up and we want to believe that they wouldn't lie to us but we already know that they will do everything in their power to break us up because they don't want us happy. Sometimes I cry because I know if we choose to believe them we wouldn't be together.

sometimes i cried 'coz i hurt u in one or another way.....whatever i tried to make things better it gone worse........sometimes i cried 'coz i miss u so much........holding pillow in my hand i cuddle up with tears all over...........sometimes i just cried 'coz u understood more than myself n u left.........

when some problem surrounds me....n i need a supporting hand i search for yours n tears flow down my cheek..........in a lonely road when i move alone........i look for u behind me ....'coz before u left i always knew u won't ever let me get scared.........but now i cry with fear in my heart..............

sometimes..........sometimes..........i cry ...........