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1. SIMPLE INTERFACE: its cool and its simple. Easy to use/understand user interface. Any novice user can find the facebook ‘wow’ at first sight.

2. OPEN & WIDE: Finally it has welcomed the great developers from all over the world. The independent developers are the greatest assets of facebook.

3. FLEXIBLE: What do you want? photo, notes, video, blog, rss, anything that rocks.

4. LESS SPAMMERS: unlike in hi5 and myspace, there are less spammers inside the facebook.

5. LESS ADVERTISING: you might have already felt so

6. INTERNATIONAL: facebook is just INTERNATIONAL, INTERCULTURAL

Song by Celine Dion

Every night in my dreams
I see you, But can’t feel you,
That is how I know you alone…

Far across the distance
And so many people between us
You have come to show you’re alone

Near, far, wherever you are
I believe that the heart does go alone
Once more you open the door
And you’re there in his heart
And my heart will go alone and alone

Love can touch us one time
And injure for a lifetime
And never let go till we’re all alone

Love was when I saw you
One true time I hold to
In my life we’ll always go alone

Near, far, wherever you are
I believe that the heart does go alone
Once more you open the door
And you’re there in his heart
And my heart will go alone and alone

There is some love that will not take us away

You’re not here, there’s something I fear,
And I know that my heart will go alone
We’ll stay forever this way
You are safe in his heart
And my heart will go alone and alone

Rewords by: K.K

Bhuwan Jee,

Another rainy morning of late July would have been attributed with same old shit if your letter hadn’t pop upped. I want to express my immense gratitude for remembering me so respectfully and so non-critically. I was always used to be the platform of your criticism. I still remember, they were sharp, they were logical and they were very genuine. I always acknowledge your great effort to shape some crucial parts of my mind.

I still hate Kathmandu, as I used to. But you may know I am proudly living a paradox. Being real, your absence has not dismantled any of my dreams we discussed together. But being more real, your presence would have made things little bit easier. Anyway, it was you who taught me to think big, think smart and think alternative.

There are so many things that I want to talk to you when we meet. We will talk about our ‘failed’ project of “ODD Nepal”, we will talk about Om Jee, Tashi, and other talk-worthy figures of Shepherd College of Media Technology, like Principal Narendra Pal and many others. We will talk about how we wanted to be changed and how we have been changed. We will talk about further possibilities of another venture like ODD Nepal. Of course we will talk about Mongolia, Thailand and other nations that matter to us. But like you, I am also not sure when we will meet again.

Bhuwan jee, I am sorry that I couldn’t reply your previous mail and you bothered to find my website and post a comment about my whereabouts. My words of describing the professionalism and job satisfaction are the same as I told you when I met you last time. I am tired of translating the transcripts of authorized dealers of western propaganda, where abduction of a Jew in the Middle East and the pregnancy of a polygamous Hollywood actress is the greatest news and the ethnic cleansing in Southern Nepal is nothing. At least you are doing great. A multinational Human Rights Defender, working in Mongolia.

I had been to Shepherd College few weeks ago for some documentation. I met your brother. He told me that you were safe in Mongolia in that time of the state of emergency.

At last, I am grateful for the love and respect that all of your family has shown towards me.
Wishing you great success and BIG dreams ahead,

KamalKumar

Kamal G
Namaste

I am really surprised to see your effort in form of this website . Going though the pages of this sites gives me a reflection of what you aim in your life . It seems you are trying hard to break the trend . I am sure you will succeed one day . Try your best to do the things in newer way . As you know that innovation is what we always preached when we were together . I am in Mongolia bored and was looking for your new contact fourtunately i found the website . I found more than you , more than what i was looking for . Make effort to get it going .

Dear Lady,

Again I was ready for a quick response. But your message contained one of the easiest questions in the civilization of mankind, which has the hardest answer. You asked me what I do for daal bhat. I don???t know why this question made me think about very small things in life. The things, which are really tiny to see and they are common in all people in this world.

I reached a conclusion that the life of human beings would have been like something totally different, if they didn’t have to eat daal bhat. Desire for daal bhat has made the world so mechanic, so conflicting and somehow like an existence derailed from humanity.

Only if I didn’t have to eat daal bhat or if I didn???t have to spend more than 10 hours of everyday to struggle for food, there would have been so many beautiful things I would have been doing.

Well, now let me tell you clearly, I consume fossils fuels and contribute to the environmental degradation everyday to reach my office. That???s what I do for daal bhat. I rage enmity with co-workers and bosses, carry lots of stresses and tensions, I pull and I am pulled, I backbite and I am backbitten. I spend most of the hours among shapeless crowd; I am compelled to laugh at nothing. I see lots of replicas of robots that can do anything for daal bhat. I mean I contribute to the personal and social malfunction. That???s what I do for daal bhat.
If I wouldn’t have to do anything for daal bhat, I would have done something really beautiful, something that doesn’t require any diplomatic skill to make fragile deals of living. I would have breathed the air calmly. I would have visited every corner of the world. I would have written beautiful songs, I would have kept myself busy on talking to mountains, I would have measured the desert, I would have danced at the top of the world, I would have apparently flied over the sky of dreams. I would have been a free and happy human being.

I deeply regret for the person who opened the Pandora’s Box and taught the entire human beings to live for daal bhat.

Regards

• *Daal Bhat: a regular and popular set of Nepali Meal.

Pakastani woman trained as
Suicide bomber kills
two
suspects held in
custody
scandal over legal guardian of
child
kidnapped by a six foot, large, black
man
charged with possession of illegal
drugs
for weight loss may be dangerous to
your
health
care costs
Rise
of the Machines now
playing
the field takes more than money,
you
need
Trident,
fights bacteria and
kills
three, wounds
seven-
teen, he was only seven-
Teen
found dead
in hotel
scandal involving
Paris,
France looks forward to Marilyn
Manson
accused of influencing today’s youth
claiming
not guilty in the murder
trial
run for new
SUV
produces more Fossil
Fuel
prices rise at alarming
rate
of death climbs
in America, land of the free, home of the Brave
Soldiers lost their lives
today
on
Good
Morning
America.

-EMMA HANSEN

Kamal G
Namaste
Why you are reluctant on making contact with me , although i have been insisting on frequent contact . Whether you are suffering from Superior Complexity or Inferior Complexity . Or you are chasing a big dream , or you are seriously in Love . Or do you take drugs ?
Please do not undermine me .

Be in contact
Bhuwan

One of the most controversial and beautiful poem ever written.

Neil Gaiman

Boys don’t want to be princes.
Boys want to be shepherds who slay dragons,
maybe someone gives you half a kingdom and a princess,
but that’s just what comes of being a shepherd boy
and slaying a dragon. Or a giant. And you don’t really
even have to be a shepherd. Just not a prince.
In stories, even princes don’t want to be princes,
disguising themselves as beggars or as shepherd boys,
leaving the kingdom for another kingdom,
princehood only of use once the ogre’s dead, the tasks are done,
and the reluctant king, her father, needing to be convinced.

Boys do not dream of princesses who will come for them.
Boys would prefer not to be princes,
and many boys would happily kiss the village girls,
out on the sheep-moors, of an evening,
over the princess, if she didn’t come with the territory.

Princesses sometimes disguise themselves as well,
to escape the kings’ advances, make themselves ugly,
soot and cinders and donkey girls,
with only their dead mothers’ ghosts to aid them,
a voice from a dried tree or from a pumpkin patch.
And then they undisguise, when their time is upon them,
gleam and shine in all their finery. Being princesses.

Girls are secretly princesses.
None of them know that one day, in their turn,
Boys and girls will find themselves become bad kings
or wicked stepmothers,
aged woodcutters, ancient shepherds, mad crones and wise-women,
to stand in shadows, see with cunning eyes:
The girl, still waiting calmly for her prince.
The boy, lost in the night, out on the moors.

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Dear Nobody, Do not get surprised to get my first ever letter. (may be this is the last one). I got no one to  write to. So I am writing you. I know you don’t need any promises and commitment. I know you are not eager to hear an annual progress report. I know you don’t [...]

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Dear Bollywood, Facing the south block, inside the echoes of pirated Indian tracks, with an opened browser in the background, with Google indexes of one of your new movies, “Dus Kahaniyan”, I am writing you for the first time, with conjunction of confessions. Dear Bolly, it was my destiny that concepted me just 50 kilometers away from [...]

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Today is December 12, 2007. I took these pictures from a window of my office. It is the Fourth floor and faces the East. It was 7.15 in the morning. I have to tell that these pictures are taken from my mobile phone. SPV C500, (HTC Typhoon).   “The Fog” Share This

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Dear Kathmandu,

The breaking news is that I will be with you in this Dashain. I?have been denied leave in my office. I know I am going to have very miserable and lonely days with you. I will miss Hetauda. I will miss my mom. I will just imagine a potrait of myself inside the bewaiting eyes of my mom. I will miss my dad. I will miss playing cards with him.

I know my absence would increase a more wrinkle of sadness in his face. I will miss my friends. I will miss the bank of the river where I once tried to build sand-castle. I will miss the dust I ate. I will miss the Sunrise from Makranchuli hill.

Dear Kathmandu, you might be getting disturbed by the sound of keyboard and bitter coffee at this time. After seven minutes it will be midnight. But I want to irritate you as much as I can. Because its you, who has been irritating me since last 5 years.

I have to go to the studio now. I think you will be relieved for now. Goodnite.

No regards at all !

KK

Dear Mystique,

Somewhere I had read a poem.

I am born - a man chooses my name,
I am taught - to appreciate that he did not bury me alive,
I learn - what he wants me to know,
I marry - who he wants me to marry,
I eat - what he wants me to eat,
If he dies - another man controls my life
A father, a brother, a husband, a son, a man

Your Last letter to me brought drops of tears outside and floods inside. Mystique, I never believed in “the End” in this cyclic world. Everything is beginning. Once upon a time Leonardo Da Vinci had said, “In the river the water you touch is the first of what has come and the last of what has gone, so with the present time.” I hope your affair with freedom has not been lost yet and will never be vanished.

I don’t know where are you now. You may be buying a book on a store at Berkshire, you may be having coffee with your best friend Loneliness at Reading, or you may be travelling to Liverpool to meet one of your old friend. I know he is a guy. Or you might have returned to Saudi Arabia.

You were forbidden to meet any guy in your country. You were forbidden to be out alone. I know all. You used to watch the projection of all your dreams inside the black screen of your Burkha. You never could feel the world outside. Many of you dreams were wrapped with burkhas and burried alive.

Dear Mystique, You were a girl in a Muslim society, under the Muslim law. In the world, It is difficult to be women, socially and biologically. It is more difficult to be a Muslim women. As in the poem, they do not live, but exist. But I salute your great courage to live life the way you wanted. I love the way you lived differently. I love the way you at least expressed your lust to freedom in your blog.

You wanted to become what you wanted, you wanted to become a bird, a poet. You always sang the sensation to seek the emancipation. I hope now you have become whatever you wanted to be, I hope you have been emancipated from all the chains that you were tied with. I hope you have found a beautiful world outside the darkness of your Burkha, I hope you have reached the heights beyond the difficult ground of silk.

Mystique, lots of blesses and luck. I hope the wind would blow toward south to carry my salutation to you. You are a history. An unprecedented history that has written by itself. History is lesson. I hope lots of your friends would learn the freedom of life.

I am pausing my letter with a poem extracted from your blog.

My Beloved,
I?ve never written a letter to you before
Never since my ink has dried
Never since they caught me crying over that cruel destiny of mine
Never since life took me by surprise

How can words reflect my agony
My agony since I?ve lost you
I did not lose you
They made me lose you

My Beloved,
I ask you:
Why didn?t God just made you a man of us?
A man from the Kingdom of Sands
Why did he decide ?You shall not be one of them??
And leave me suffering here alone in this velvety room of mine

It?s just a name, it?s just a name
And all they care for is just a name
Would they ever realize that it?s just a name?

My Beloved,
You?ve left and took a part of me with you
A part that has been nurtured by them
Our enemies: My Family

Again
It?s just a rant
That I’ll bury into the Kingdom of Sand