The Lure and Lore of Incense
Asan, a tiny street crammed right in the middle of old and proper Kathmandu, seems to be the center of all Nepalese activities from shopping for vegetables and day-to-day utilities...
Issue 92 | July 2009
Some of my friends wonder at my angling craze for golden mahseer, the legendary game fish of Himalayan rivers. They point out the futility of it all, when year after...
Asan, a tiny street crammed right in the middle of old and proper Kathmandu, seems to be the center of all Nepalese activities from shopping for vegetables and day-to-day utilities...
The poison threatened to destroy the entire Universe! Mahadev (the great Lord Shiva) was the only one who could save it. The Gods and other inhabitants of heaven submitted a...
Everyday in Kathmandu starts with an adventure, the journey that we all take to get to where we need to be, whether it is our workplace, school, the market or...
The British emissary Colonel William Kirkpatrick in his An Account of the Kingdom of Nepaul, wrote, There are nearly as many temples as houses, and as many idols as inhabitants.”...
There are three ways to trek – Alpine (minimalist): carry your own gear, eat and sleep wherever it works out, on the cheap; Teahouse style: stay and pay in inns...
Sun rises Behind tall buildings Silently, a new day So writes Kedar Bhakta Mathema, his eyes coming alight as he explains, “Here in Nepal, there is so much...
A Newar artist is sprawled in a room that is part-dim, part- bright; in short, a half light. The light comes through the ancient battered wooden windowpane, throwing...
Have you ever dined at an upscale restaurant in the Middle East, Malaysia or India or somewhere where they serve Mughal cuisine? Next time you do, ask the chef where...
The sad plume of smoke rises from the tent, hanging momentarily and heavily against the cloud-strewn sky, almost reluctant, before being wafted heavenwards by the gentle breeze. Below the morning...
The athlete was in superb physical condition. His wheatish hair springing up with every stride he took. His fair face set in grim determination looked inward to the very core...
Yaks grazing, pony and mule bells jangling, sore knees and writer’s cramp greet me daily on trek. I can deal with the physical exhaustion by a good night’s rest, but...