Gambhir Guff

Story of my childhood friend who is now in the driving profession. Name: Santosh (name changed) Residence: PanautI, Kavre Incident: Ran away from the house at the age of 7-8 years. While chat, the reason to run away is not having interest to go to school, jealousy of fancy stuffs of friends and the false rumour that there is truck load of money for each work. Reached to Old Buspark @ 9 pm. Walked here and there than reached to Kupandole, Lalitpur. Stayed homeless without food for days. Seen by one gentleman working at Bank while drinking tea at local tea shop. Child was lying side by the tea shop, begging for money to have tea and a piece of doughnut. Interviewed with children about his condition. After knowing the situation of child, he offered the child to his house where he promised to keep as son and send to school. Child was happy to hear that, he accepted the genuine offer. Went with banker. Who knows his days are going to be changed forever. And than the dar

Sitting on revolving chair. Going round round and round. Dreaming about the opportunity this country provided to me. No work=Opportunity to work on every sector either it be research/invention advocacy application/development/implementation or monitoring/mentoring.   Whatever sector it may be, either it be income generation activities, health sector education sector environment sector livelihood enhancement or pure agricultural sector Rather than acting and complimenting, Am just complaining blaming and blabbering. Am just day dreaming about me being on beach writing my girl's name riding the well designed vehicles enjoying the snow attending the circus, football shows And, Uploading on social networking sites, blogs and twitters Gaining some likes and comments Staying Happy (Outside) Being Jealous (Inside)