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This is the second time, the minister belonging to Nepal Sadhbhawana Party (NSP) made detested decision hiking petroleum product price. New price menu effective from last night is Nepalese rupees eighty (80) per litter. When I am informed through news over Kantipur Television I sent 'SMS' below to my friends and collogue;

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Laughing is a celebration of the good, and it's also how we deal with the bad. Laughing, like crying, is a good way of eliminating toxins from the body. Since the mind and body are connected, you use an amazing amount of muscles when you laugh.

"If human life did not have laughing, that would be boring. Laughing is what makes life fun."

My one friend, a couple of day ago, told me that a child made laugh often more than 1 hundred times in a day, teenager 17 times in a day and when one made laugh at least once in a day its a sign of being older. Identify ownself where you are.

There are remarkable grough in not-for-profit and private radio in Nepal since 1997. More than two hundred FM stations have granted licence from Ministry of Information & Communication so far and above hundred among them are in operation. Local people have easy access to voice their concerns through using the medium radio.

Who inspires whom in what extend? It really does matter in every human life. I used to write something when I was in school and campus. I have few friends in Kathmandu. I shared the room with one friend though we were from same village. My writing habit stopped when I got an opportunity to work with FM station just because of I had to spend almost my time with official activities. I got married in six years ago. Since then I forgot to write because I spent my every moments with my wife and rest time in office.

A couple of days ago, my one friend requested me to see the poem. It was in English. It was on relation of life and death and really beautiful one. I inspired by the way of writing. Then I could not stop me to write the poem on "DEATH". My colleagues at office loved that poem. I shared it with some of my good friends. They posted me their comments over email. The poem has been uploaded in my blog as well. Reading the poem I am still receiving encouraging feedback from my colleagues, friends and relatives as well.

I don't think I am a good writer. But thinking about INSPIRATION. Being inspired by other is not easy. But the poem that my friend wrote inspired me to write.

Dear Kale,

I m writing this because I scared last night thinking about the conversation we had at office among the production team. We were in technical training and practical session on studio was conducted during the course of action. We went there. Binayak asked me to go inside along with Jaya ji. We sat just in front of the microphone and started chat as if we were conducting the live presentation. It was just for the practice but we made enough noise and we made all outsider laughing since the topic of our conversation was not other than the single word "DEATH".

As you know about me that I was quite out of scene in any type of creative writing SINCE we got married. The reason you must know behind this was I spent my life with you, I enjoyed with you and I tried my best to make you happy in every moments. Now I am recalling the date we had met first time in Biratnagar when you were taking part the training as "trainee" whereas I was a representative of FM station that was about to start and I was there to looking for potential candidate for the FM and finally we selected you as a key member of FM. Meeting you took a new turn when we decided to get married. It has almost 6 years completed we married and though we have our son I felt alone for the first time in my life last night.

I was at the office as usual and my one fried requested me to read the write up, it was poem in regards to the relation of 'Life and Death". I read through it again and again and then I wrote a poem on the topic "Death". Upendra and Jaya, both told me that it was really good one and then Jaya requested me to talk about my poem on studio while we are doing the practical exercise on how to place the microphone properly. We discussed on the the theme death. We made us laugh and other as usual.

But when I reached to home at night at around 7:00, I thought why we did this today? Is the death matter of discussion in that way? Don't you scare from death? Then I scared that what happen if you or me or our son will...... I could not sleep in well manner. I just think about you and son, but the reality was that I was alone, no one was in my room except Television set and a music was playing on FM set. What was that song you know? Yes It was 'Thorai Thorai Risa Ani Dherai Dherai Maya, Risma Pani Dekhirahanchhu Mayako nai Chhaya..." .. the only one song so that we are together.

Love u n punte n miss u both a lot