Some people on social media are not not happy to see alcoholic beverage sponsoring the traditional festival, that too with Kumari in display.
The voice was initially raised by Satish Sthapit, singer and guitarist from Newaz Band, through his facebook post, stating:
“Felt sad with this branding at Maru. Soon we will see branding in Kumari charriot too. Thukka”
The issue escalated quite quickly and now some others too are expressing their dissatisfaction. However, matter of fact is that locally-prepared alcoholic beverages have significant role in Newa culture, especially in festival like IndraJatra.
What’s your say on this? Is it right or wrong to get alcoholic beverage as sponsor of traditional event?
World in Lenses
We had asked Kmag followers to submit photos taken by them through their mobile and this is part of the collection.
On July 26, 2019, we asked KMag followers to share their mobile photography and we received many astonishing photos, out of which we selected the following photos.
Scrolling through these photos, it feels like tripping the human world through different lives and places. Try viewing this post from your PC for better experience.
Aren’t they amazing? Did it feel like tripping? Which one is your favorite? Drop a comment below.
If you too want to show your photography skill, CLICK HERE, and post a pic taken by you.
Travel Story: Flying across the Malaysian Sky
On 2015, January 23, we were about to board for the very flight which would change our entire life for the years to come. The sheer joy of new excitement and hard goodbyes to our families were still clouded while we were waiting for our flight.
We had our flight from Air Asia with 80 minutes transit in the airport of Malaysia. With all our fellow Nepalese brothers heading to gulf countries, we were the only one going to Australia. But none of us knew, even though the countries are different, we were about to fall into the same fate of labour.
There was a guy with his “Dillibazar Tailoring” as his backpack resting down at his feet. A pang of frustration had actually started in me already why remittance is the only major source of economy in my country.
After about two hours, right when air hostesses started checking boarding pass for the flight lunch, one of the Nepalese guys started acting strange. At first, he was talking with the air hostess, tapping his pants all over around. But soon he started checking all the hand carries rested at the top of the passengers. My husband said he could be that one of the agent bringing workers in overseas and he added he is faking to his companions as though he had boarding pass for the lunch. I gave my quick glance to the guy with that shopping bag and to that supposed agent guy.
Relying on the quick judgement of my husband, I noticed that guy with a golden ring and think chain around his neck and silver watch, indeed he was fairly dressed than other people on board. He frantically searched almost all the luggage of his clients for like fifteen minutes. Clearly, it seemed like he was just pretending it with a promise that he had had actually boarding pass for lunch to be served. Rest of the brothers were silent and were staring in each other doubting if they are getting it. Eventually, he gave up with the request of air-hostess to get back to the seat for trolleys to be run.
After 15minutes our meal arrived, and it made me partly awkward to be only passengers on a row with lunch being served especially when my fellow native brothers went on curious as air hostesses started dragging down the food trolleys.
It was almost 8:38 PM when we landed into the Malaysian Airport. We had barely 80 minutes of transit.Though there were no words of goodbyes among us, we parted our ways. We were anxiously queueing in the line when I noticed another fellow with all of his backpacks and luggage was standing after me. My husband casually told him, ” yo line Hami Australia janeharuko go, tapaiko yah bata hoina justo lagyo”
Shocked and terrified, we pointed the direction where his group headed where he quickly ran to catch them. And we ran through the corridor of Malaysian Airline for one last time to change the fate of our promised life after that flight…
Your definition of freedom
Choiceless awarness of our daily existence & activity ,pure observation without direction
Where I don’t have to be compared with others. Me being me.
Freedom is doing things what i love , helping disabled and poor, loving animals, travelling and exploring the world.
And next part : Power, politics, pleasure and Money
Doing everything I want without hurting or dominating others
For me freedom is being able to make my own choices, live without fear and share life with the people I love.
Life where noone’s approval or denial matter…Life which I will always always choose.
Freedom comes above all.
Freedom is not have to explain what i am doing in life to society. not have to give justification of my actions to anyone
Freedom for me is doing what ever i want, were ever i want, when ever i want.. but without interfering with others freedom.
Controlling your own life without the need of another person’s approval.
Free state of mind & soul in which you don’t care about whereabouts anymore.
To me, freedom is everything. It’s above money, it’s above good life, it’s above security. If I have to choose between “be a slave of a king with guarantee of money, good life, security and everything but not freedom” or “be a free man with no guarantee of anything but total freedom to live and survive on my own,” I will opt for the later.
Thinking of the word freedom itself gives that immense joy and a feeling of liberation. Freedom is nature. We all are born free.
You can disagree though. So what is freedom to you?
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