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This interview was prepared in assistance of Mr. Eak Prashad Duwadi. I am very grateful for his help.

चिनारी हाम्रो धेरै पुरानो रहे झै लाग्दछ
नदेखे पनि भेट सधैं सधैं भए झै लाग्दछ

शितल दिन्छौ पवन भएर मिर्मिरे याममा
मायालु न्यानो स्पर्श दिन्छौ किरणको रूपमा
झन्झनाई बग्छ संगीत तिम्रो हरेक तन्तुमा
आशाको दियो अझै नै बल्छ अँध्यारो कुनामा

हजार खोजें त्यो रूप हेर्न पाउँदै पाइन
मायाले छुने हात थाम्न खोजें समाउनै सकिन
भनिदेऊ आज को हौ तिमी मैले त जानिन
दुई रङ्गी रूप लिएर आउने तिमीलाई चिनिन

"I saw you and walked away leaving my eyes there."
"I saw you and walked away leaving my steps there."
"I saw you and walked away leaving my heart there."
These lines would not sound as good in English translation as would in the original Nepali ever-green by Udit Narayan. I have only tried to give some sense to what they meant.

This podcast contains my conversation with Ms. Ekku Maya Pun. The conversation focuses on five main questions: 1)What made you take up English studies and English teaching? 2) Will share with us at least three important things that you learned from being an English teacher? 3)How has the scenario of English teaching changed over the years? 4) How do you take the correlation/tension between English Language Teaching and English (Literary) Studies? 5) What are the challenges for English teachers in the next decade?

I sang this song while with flu and tonsillitis never expecting it would turn out at least this good. My boys were around romping, calling while their mother was out tendering her potato saplings. And it was on Ashtami of Dashain 2067.

But this conductor spoke a philosophy instead, “Uncle, I don’t mean to hurt you. Look at the likes of you. They are equally uncomfortable but bear it. And you know the crowd is made by people who need to get in at this hour. Be grateful that you got this last bus. Why do you try to make me your enemy in such a short meeting? This probably is our first and last meeting in the whole life.”

I liked the conductor...

Read more in http://kaflehem.wordpress.com/about-myself/the-conductor-philosopher/

There is a simple condition for becoming a teacher: that you must be able to teach. It is not the question of having high intelligence, but of being able to use whatever intelligence you have so as to impart at least some portion of your knowledge. Anyone with this ability can come to teaching and become successful in course of time. What matters is your desire to update. Teaching and stagnation do not go together. When they do, teaching fails. To teach is to know: to know is to be able to teach.

More in http://kaflehem.wordpress.com/about-myself/my-journey-into-classroom/

Formally, my literacy began with the teaching by my father, himself a one-time school teacher, and a well-read gentleman. He taught me alphabets and numbers in dust, and sometimes in dust-smeared rough planks, with a piece of hard straw or the forefinger. I imitated him as he drew the symbols.

More in http://kaflehem.wordpress.com

I got an opportunity to attend a summer program in the USA because NELTA considered me credible for it. I know I could help with the skills I learned in USA; I should have started last year itself. However, it could never be late. So, I came to this conference with a subject that merged my digital skills with traditional knowledge (application of rhetoric in blogging). Some of my colleagues here attended it. I am particularly happy because my presentation preceded the webinar on networking. I think my work was timely.

More in: http://kaflehem.wordpress.com/2010/02/24/speech-from-nelta-conference/

A Part of my group project in UF

Chhoriko yo junilai

Clip from the Sangeet Sarowar Program in Radio Sagarmatha.

A decade and a half ago, there stood a hillock
Distant from the chaos of busy cities
Serene and natural for ages.

One day the hill was thought
Good for more than a rural farm

Then new houses emerged one by one
Heralding a move to modernity.

Architects of the new face
Marked arrival of a new era;
And promised to work for more;
Great men praised the initiation.

The green hill of the old times
Greeted giant buildings and new plantations.

No doubt, the place now prides
In its new attire and face,
While new road and new building
Welcome minds manifold
That crave for wisdom and growth;
And climb the well-paved paths,
Eager and intent to go higher,
Ecstatic at the success,
And on their share of the changes ahead;

Great men endorse their growth
In awe, amazement
And the spirit of belonging;
With smile of satisfaction
And sense of guardianship,
Which lightens up these zealous faces.

The hill now has a different life,
Of variegated faces and emotions,
Written in every new creation,
And in the remains of the old times.

यो हो गीत तिमीलाई
यो हो प्रीत तिमीलाई
सपनीमा कथेथेँ
बिपनीमा गाएँछु
सम्झी ल्याऊ है फरर
हृदयको पाना गनेर

यो हो गीत तिमीलाई
-- बच्चु कैलाश

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