I miss you moon
and hope to see you soon
but its just an hour past noon
yet another long wait I moan
until then I am destined to be alone
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doom room groom loom joom maon
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you know it doesn't become u
to…..
all I am asking is to renew

I long for the cloudless night
when the sky dazzles with your light
and I will be by your side

days have passed
and months have gone
d dreams have crashed
and still I long
for that smile
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mile , nile rile dial mine shine, dine

and and hey yes bile too rhymes but rhyme alone doesn't make poem . So this is the sate of my mind at the moment. I have loads of things to say............... and thousands thoughts are residing on my mind and yet I fail to find the method of expressing it. From where I am right now it doesn't look as though this poem will be completed. But if it ever does will let u know.

It's amazing how our tastes and preferences change with time and most of the time we are not even aware of the fact that we have changed. I am sure most of you can relate to the experience of suddenly finding out that you somehow no longer have same opinion about things you did only recently. I too had such an encounter recently. It was this experience with Tequila I had that made me think about such changes in me. There was a time when it was one of my favorite drinks but nowadays, while going through the drink list I feel my face cringing when my eyes land up on the tequila. I have no Idea how this change came over me neither can I say the exact date the change came over me. Had anyone asked me a year ago about my preference for these fiery drink it would have toped the list of favorites.
I clearly remember those days when my eyes would light up at the prospect of having a couple of Tequila shots. Then the feel of that fiery liquid going down my throat and the dizziness that came after it simply was out of this world. Every thing connected with Tequila was heaven indeed. From the container to the glass, even the salt and the lemon tasted different with it.
Since it would be totally insane to say that the Tequila has changed I guess it is me who's been on the changing end. Surprisingly I have no regrets about it. These days I like to with a glass of whisky or better still wine. Taking small sips at a time and feeling the effect of every sip. Gone are the days when I would compete with my friends and feel proud of myself on the occasions I outnumbered the number of shots taken in the group. Gone are those days leaving only the memory behind because I am sure I will never enjoy Tequila in the future like I did in during those green days. Now there is no competition and I am only interested in enjoying myself. I guess age or rather maturity plays a role in determining our choices. As there is nothing else I can think of that could bring about these changes. This is only one example of the changes I have found within me. I clearly remember a time when I things were either good or bad, right or wrong and I was unaware of the term middle of the road. Suddenly now everywhere I look black and white has disappeared and grey has replaced it. These changes are far more difficult to come to terms with in comparison to the change in my drink list.

The story of the pictures (Kabita's comments) dates back to a few months ago when Dikez and I were talking about what could be done to increase the visitors as we were worried about the decline in the visitor's graphs.
We were extremely short of articles (we still are), and were trying to come up with something to hold our visitors attention. Form experience we knew that a lot of people who log on to sites do not read the entire text. Those who do, go through the entire text usually look for solid stuff, which we know we have not been able to provide. Hence we decided to feature models.
With no resource of any kind we were left to search specifically for those pictures we could get for free.
And guess what suddenly after the addition of the model section we had a huge increase in our visitors list. A small part of me was happy with the increase of the viewers, as this is definitely good for the site. In fact we have slowly been progressing and with each passing weeks been able to go a few places up in the chart of the Nepali sites.
This other side of me is extremely annoyed with the way the pictures have shadowed our write-ups. Not wanting to believe this fact I have argued a number of times with Dikez telling him that may be the idea of featuring those pictures was not so good as we have yet to receive a comment about those pictures. To this Dikez usually replied – 'those who surf the net for pictures do not write down comment.'
Then came Kabita's comments criticizing us for opting the easy way out. My joy on reading Kabita's comment was immense to say the least. Never before had I been happy to be accused of being wrong.
Thank you Kabita for encouraging us to stick to our articles. Which we will definitely do. And may I take this opportunity to ask people like you to help us by contributing your article.

Dear friends, I have a confession to make and since I am too ashamed to say it in front of you all I decided to write it down so that you know everything without me blushing in front of you all over again. Here goes my confession - I got drunk and made a mess of things a while ago. This incident to be exact happened a month ago. Along with two of my colleagues I had gone to a restaurant near my office. You see, we had a bottle of rum that had come all the way from Goa. We wanted to share it. The rum however was a little too strong for me to my liking so I gave up after the second round. Until then I was fine. In my case two glass/ peg is no big deal. But the taste of the rum wasn't to my liking. Moreover I wasn't in the habit of going out with these colleagues, It was the third time we had gone out to drink and in all those time I had always made sure that I did not lose my cool in front of them. Always ending the evening even when I was sure I could take a couple more.
.. And on this fateful Sunday too, I was fine, absolutely fine till the time we exited. It was at the parking place I threw up, everything that I had eaten that day. You can only guess the state I was in. Throwing up in front of these two men only after consuming a couple of glasses. Something I had never done. No matter how many bottles I had emptied. I could feel my pride too coming out of my mouth and landing falling in the ground for everyone around to see. The shame I felt then knew no limit, it ran to the extent that lacking the courage to face the two of them I did not go to work the next day.
Yes I kept this incident in the dark for a month but what could I do I was so ashamed of the whole thing. I just couldn't tell you in the face. I tried time and again to get over it but simply couldn't. You see I prided my self on my drinking abilities, well yes I agree a stupid thing to be proud of, and one I can't even claim anymore. Nevertheless I was proud of the fact that I knew my limit and never crossed it, I used to call my self - a sound drinker. One who knew never created scene after consuming alcohol? Always returned home, steady on my feet. And to have this reputation go in such a shameful manner was too much for me.
I almost have a drinking phobia now. Not more than a week after the incident I had a weeding party to attend. My friend was getting married, an occasion be celebrate with a drink, I had wanted to drink a glass or two of wine, toasting on her happiness but I simply couldn't.
This weekend I went out with an old friend and even here I couldn't drink even half a glass. I sipped a little every now and then pretending to enjoy it. But pretend was what I was doing. How could I do anything else with the memory of myself throwing up coming to my mind with every sip I took?
Well that's the long and the short of my story. Writing it wasn't as tough as I had thought it would be. I only wish I could enjoy a couple of glass every now and then just like the way I did before this incident. At the moment I am in a no man's land, wanting to enjoy a glass or two and being unable to.

The only way out - Pratichya Dulal

Situation- A girl went to a disco party.
Action- One of the daily papers shot and a picture of her dancing with her friends.
Reaction- Life at home became difficult hence she went to the publication with a letter to the editor saying that things had got worst at home due to the carelessness of the publication.

The picture was published on the Boxing Day, captioned youngsters celebrating Christmas.
As you might have guessed from the earlier lines this girl had gone to the party without her parents permission. In fact according to her she is not allowed to go to these event as they are strictly forbidden at home. The paper according to her had shot and published the picture without her consent.
This is a familiar situation to many in our society. I can still remember the same incident happening to my classmates a couple of years ago. On that occasion their picture had been published on the front cover as well as the inside page of a leading magazine of the country. On finding out about it they had been simply grounded for a week.
I know of lots who suffer form this problem. Many of them even feel guilty about having to lie to their parents and still they go. But wouldn't their life be so much easier if they simply had a nice conversation with their parents, telling them how things had changed and that youths of today like to have fun differently. Believe me this will solve a lot of your problems.
And there simply is no other way out in the long run. For who long do you think will you be able to lie to your parents.
Please keep in mind the saying- you can fool some of the people some of the time but cannot fool all of the people all of the time.