This Thing Called Happiness.


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… so as always this morning ..i was browsing through the net, facebooking and skyping.. and  realised  I was happy , been happy for a long time now.Except for minor glitches here and there… am doing great. so just for curiosity..  i googled what happiness is like for other people and came across this video in you tube —-

Happiness indeed is lurking in small small Things 🙂


It’s Not My Birthday . No, It’s Not Today :)


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If you have read any of my now i hope you  have realised that i am a bit weird , if that well known fact surpassed you  somehow..i am gently reminding you all again… i am really weired 🙂 , and everything connected to me has some form of funny weirdness attached to them. 🙂




so among many weird facts is the fact that i have to celebrate  someone else’s birthday as mine each year.

Lets give you the story straight— I was born on a certain saturday of some year, i have a birth certificate that verifies my claim, and of course my mother remembers my birth too well. Who wouldn’t when you give birth to a premature baby girl with low birth weight, who had to be kept  in an incubator and syringe fed with milk for about 20 days !!!! …on that matter…all my relatives remind me of how small i was and how suspicious they all were of my survival..but due to the god’s grace i survived .And by god ,am so glad i did…otherwise who would be writing a rant on this topic huh??? 🙂

well, i loose track so easily… so where was i ..? oh ok.. so i grew up with knowing my original birthday ..went to school with the same ..then somehow in a certain year it all changed. It was on 10th standard as i remember, we were filling up a form for our class 10th board exams (The SLC —- as they call them), i remember leaving the birth date vacant as  the supervisor told because he wanted us to use what the school officialy had  as our birth certificate.I never thought twice, and did as he told us. so after the SLC  and all ,when the marksheet and all came i was surprised that my birthdate was wrong , entire month, day and even the year was wrong. Initial few days passed as i notified my mother and uncles.All were amazed .. then i was so busy looking for colleges and all, i forgot all about it.. When i enrolled in the college of my choice, i went back to my school and notified that my birthday was wrong. They told me they can’t rectify the mistake and i have to go to education ministry. They didnot give me any specific idea whom to go to..i tried in vain for a few months..but couldnot rectify it. If you have  ever lived in Nepalese education and governmental system you know…it’s nerve wrecking to get things done in  a government office and i was a mere 15 year old  then…and i knew nobody…i didn’t know how to rectify the mistake.

I grew up in a family where my dad was not much around and mother was too busy earning and keeping up a head over our roof..she was concerned over the mistake on the certificate  but not concerned over to go on days over the government office to rectify it. All in all i got nothing done by myself.

My higher secondary  school (+2)  started…. and ended… and i landed a +2  diploma with the modified birth date. By then ..i tried again… This time they told me i should  have rectified the mistake within 2 months of issuance of my class 10th certificate and it was too late. so i gave up… there was nothing much i could do.

I joined a college of my choice, graduated and even worked in a government job with the mistaken birthdate , as is the policy, that you need to have same birthdate in all your documents. so the mistaken birthdate became my original one and my original birthdate was lost somehere within myself.

When i was applying for a passport, i needed to put in  the birthdate …and everybody  who is anybody told me — you need your birthdates to sync in all the documents …so the mistaken date was in it again…and as years of memorisation  has done its share, the mistaken one comes out easily to me… i have to strain for the original one.

so as i have a series of diplomas acquired along as i age… i sometimes wonder if i would be able to correct birthdates in all of them…  or should i just leave all the hassle and “Let it be.” It still hurts the nerve ,sometimes when office staffs throw a surprise birthday party  in a day when it’s not my birthday. 🙂

so now you know… i celebrate two birthdays each year…. one is ofcourse original… private and all close friends and family know it. The other.. well …  let’s just say Don’t  throw a surprise birthday party at me… the effects could be … Funny. 🙂

A Positive Note :

It is never too late to become what you might have been.

And a sweet poem to follow ( not mine though) ——

-Oh, the comfort —
The inexpressible comfort of feeling
safe with a person,
Having neither to weigh thoughts,
Nor measure words — but pouring them
All right out — just as they are —
Chaff and grain together —
Certain that a faithful hand will
Take and sift them —
Keep what is worth keeping —
and with the breath of kindness
Blow the rest away.

2011 – A backward Glance.


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well, 2011 passed so swiftly for me….

There’s a saying – ” when hard time falls—- it lingers” , when you are happy “time flies”. 2011 certainly flew by. I can’t boast of any personal growth, can’t boast of any new changes except for relocating to a new place, can;t even boast that i have conquered my social awkardness., can’t boast of letting go of my short temper.. so what did i learn then in 2011??

I learnt driving….. that much is sure, have a driver’s  license to prove it. Learnt that you need to be stronger for yourself for others to consider you strong. Started this blog on a whim.., learnt years will pass you by whether you so something productive or not….. went on a lot of road trip with my hubby, had alot of fights,…. lots of romance.missed kathmandu a lot… Didn’t concentarte on studies much.Lost a lot of time thinking what people think about me … 🙂 ( weired , i know) , made a lot of routines but never followed any ( that’s typical me )…

what i hope to do differently this year :

1. Be more stronger, intuative person.

2. Study hard…and clear up all my exams.

3. Learn American Accent… ehhh??  🙂

4. Infuse a bit of romance in Hubby’s vein ? ( lol… if he ever reads it… i wonder what he will do ..)

5. Be a bit less socially awkward.

6. and yup…. will start dusting off that Dslr and will post pictures soon 🙂

O, America ….


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so… instead of studying for my exams.. i am out here again in my blog, writing about random nothingness . Why is doing everything else so easy and studying so harder…lol…. Anyways.

I am wondering about american accent this evening.

O, America......

I have been here for more than 2 years , still i have problems telling people my name… , my p sounds like B to them and my H ..sounds like ..i don’t know what.. 🙂 every time i have to spell my  name in a phone conversation to an automated machine, i pull my hairs.To tell you the history… we were educated in  english back in Nepal, following the British Pronunciation……. so, what’s the problem you may ask.. i said the pronunciation  for english was british, not the teachers …lol, at best we got Indian teachers or Nepalese themselves , who were taught in turn by teachers like themselves. so when i pronounce my words.. i guess they are mixed of indian-nepali-british accent … which in itself is amazing, i agree … but hard for others to understand. so ..i have to repeat in again and again to the automated machine.

And one thing else—- why do people here… swallow their words, feels to me as if they have a Gum in their mouth and they are speaking while they are trying to chew it… , and why do letters in the last or sometimes in the middle do not get pronounced at all… american english is funny, 🙂 and why the hell …  T in the middle of the word sounds like  a D to me… O, AMERICA….

so i am trying to learn this american accent… and there is a kid who lives next door to me..who is kinda my teacher.. every time i converse with him.. he looks strangely to me, wrinkles his forehead , listens to my words and corrects them.. , it  doesn’t last more than 5 minutes …, tired of correcting , he usually leaves though … haha .. make me wonder how long will it take me to practise and speak American english   🙂

Have similar stories to share? any shortcut to speaking american english faster ? . How did you guys deal with accent of a different share….  🙂