You know what the turn of every Nepali New Year brings? Calendars! Lots and lots of them! Most of us should already be stocked up on calendars for 2075 or are just waiting for the assorted cement factories, federations, banks, and social organizations to give out these freebies so that we can take them home and maybe give out a few to our family members.
Only in Nepal can taxi drivers be bold enough to take out rallies demanding to be given the right to fleece customers. Only in Nepal can tanker drivers and oil suppliers block supply when stringent testing measures are proposed. Only in Nepal can an association of banks gang up against a member for trying to follow the rules of free market competition.
I have lost count of the number of times I have been stuck in traffic waiting for this or that VIP to pass by in their motorcade. At the end of the day when all you want to do is get home and rest your weary soul, there is nothing more annoying than waiting for our newly minted royals and their entourages.
The recent concluded SAARC Business Leaders’ Conclave had the feel of many other SAARC meetings before it – a periodical gathering of ministers, bureaucrats, and business minds coming together in an attempt to state the obvious.
Many watched the video of Radha Chaudhary being beaten mercilessly for practising ‘witchcraft’ with horror. It was the sort of clip that I would normally go out of my way to avoid if I weren’t writing this article. While the whole video is undoubtedly chilling, the reactions of most folks watching it, I suspect, were one of pure anger. It was infuriating to watch all the village people treat it like a travelling circus – just sitting there and, presumably, enjoying the show.
Ah, weddings! That one milestone universally acknowledged as the turning point at which life really starts going downhill. While it is already too late for some of us, this fact doesn’t actually stop folks from getting married or wanting to do so.
In July 2018, the city of Cape Town in South Africa is poised to become the first city to run out of water as a result of drought like conditions. ‘Day Zero’ or the day when the city will turn off its taps has been brought forward and pushed back numerous times as the administration continues to assess its water reserves and hopes that its water conservation efforts bears fruit.
I recently had the pleasure of travelling in a ‘Sarathi’ taxi which offers ride booking services and, I must say, it was a great experience. The urge to write about it, at the cost of sounding like a paid promoter, is borne simply out of sheer overwhelming gratitude.
By now, everyone must be familiar with, and some even sick of, K.P Oli’s flair for the ridiculous. Remember the gas pipelines to individual homes, Nepali vessels in the high seas and other assorted proclamations during the economic blockade? Yeah, who can forget those! While those statements were passed off by the Oli fan club as the aspirations of a visionary leader, his statements on the legitimization of ‘underground’ money (got to admire that euphemism) is not laughable in the least.
The commercialization of holidays is a universal theme the world over and I doubt it surprises anybody anymore. In this day and age, the sort of conspicuous consumption it encourages is par for the course with festivals everywhere else and our country is no different.
After the Marshmello fiasco last week, there were people quick to brand the whole event a scam and a fraud. Others, including me, saw it for what it was – a series of unfortunate (and unintended) events that ended up in the shambles that we saw on video. Anyway, the intriguing bit was the reaction of the event goers when they felt that they had been swindled – all outrage and vandalism.
We have been having more than our fair share of election mania lately, what with our recent history of holding elections on a biennial basis. Every time an election is announced, the circus seems to come to town. You would think that with the election overdose of the last few years, at least some of us would be sick of it by now, travelling all the way home to cast our vote for some political dilettante or the other with no real interest in serving their constituency. But no! We love our elections and I have heard people say this is the real deal. But just because the ones before were Constituent Assembly elections don’t make them any less of an election.