My first job in life was to teach my mother. The district education office Salyan made me a 6-month master of adult education. Chalk was not used except for writing so-and-so on the blackboard and in the square. You could tell from the white dust around the hem of the blue pants—Chalk Chor.

I was able to write with chalk during the night classes my mother taught. Later I also became a boarding master in Salyan. Chalk was also written there. However, after a year, Chuck suddenly disappeared. Along with the chalk, the dust that flies when erasing the glittery letters and the scene of two palms rubbing the dust and coughing is also gone. Mohan sir is not a smart letter duster, he used to erase with his palm.

Chuck disappeared. A revolution came in the lives of us teachers and Jehendar students sitting in the first bench with marker pens and whiteboards. I remember, many of our teachers fell ill due to chalk dust and passed away soon. Chuck lost, which turned out fine.

Same as teaching school in Salyan. The question paper had to be written by hand. If you make a mistake at the end while writing in good letters, you have to start again on the next page. Palisa Computer Institute opened for the first time in Salyan. I went there and learned computer for three months. I learned what to say, I opened the typing shop and typed. When my letters written on paper started to be typed on the computer, I didn't have to write on carbon paper. Now I suddenly remember that I was sitting on the computer - the computer is the gift of my life! 

is the same thing when teaching again. One day I beat a naughty child of class three. Later he started saying that my hand is not straight. I was very scared now. I could not sleep all night with the fear that my old job would be taken away, and that I would be robbed again by the market-dominated community. After that, I lost the beating habit, which was fine.

In the evening, I was teaching 'New Goretto' to the mothers. One day, a curfew was imposed in my village's goreto. Now our class is broken. The solution came out – reading around 12 noon. Mothers who could not spare a moment due to the comfort of their homes, started gathering to write their names even if it was an hour in the afternoon. A curfew has become a boon for mothers to give them a momentary respite. 

I used to work in the kitchen when I was little. Perhaps because I had no sisters and my mother had periods, I narrowly avoided being a lazy Ketoist. Cooking rice in Kasaudi I started cooking rice in pressure cooker one day. (Well, it took me many days to learn the art of piercing and extracting the birko. How can such a big birko penetrate Lusukk without touching it, I wonder.) The cooker given by Karan uncle gave me a little one day, that gave me a lot of happiness. Kasaudi disappeared from the kitchen, the cooker screamed, who was fine.

There was an electric pole in front of our house. Everyone around  We three brothers used to study in the kerosene pit when there was a flower in the house, when the TV came on, when the neighbor's houses were lit up during Tihar. Wiping, washing and lighting the lanterns was our regular evening ritual and the regular morning ritual of spitting black khakar. 

One year, when my father Rajendra San went home from Kathmandu, he told me to buy some electrical goods by giving him money saying that it is not a boy. He connected the red-black wire from his house and lit the chim in our house. I will never forget that night when Chim Bale (especially the night was like a day). Many of our years passed with electricity coming from the red-black wire. Thus, years after the village was lit up by electricity, Tuki, panas and lantern from our house were one day stuck in Buingal.

During Tihar, the village took out a bhaili with 'Deg', for the first time. I excitedly went to Jay's house to see that Bhaili. From there it was our turn to go home. They said, "Don't go to Viraj's (my brother's) house, there is no light." Later, on the day the lantern was lost at home, I danced in my heart remembering that incident that they did not want - now in our house too, the deg ta challa ni of the dekwalas. 

I miss you. Holi is a very colorful festival. Kotparva, Bhandarkhalparva for girls. Boys used to hold their breasts. I think the first time girls experience violence is probably during Holi. That violent holibaz is gone now, who is fine. 

There was no toilet in the school. What about women's toilet and water system? It was hard and dangerous to sit in school all day long in tattered thotramotra dhoti. Even at home, you have to look for shade, not the sun to dry the same hair. Now schools get free pads, how nice. 

The tradition of hiding alone in the dark for a week so that the men of the house and the household would not be seen when menstruating for the first time, has disappeared. OK. 

'Go ahead, boy, light this cigarette.' 

'Yo Chilim Bhar.' 

Mr. 5/Mr. 3 fathers who ordered their minor sons by saying 'Ago ler aa,' have perhaps changed now? Bro's who started smoking by first cutting a cigarette in their nipples for a mouth with a pair of tweezers should probably be extinct now.

Mothers sleep late, wake up early. oven Dhiki-Janto. Melapat Panipandhero. Females of teenage age (whether pregnant, giving birth, or sick) should wake up and cover the door, living room, house with their hands. In the Kuirimandal kitchen, the fire must be kept burning with stones. Even for a family of up to 15/20 people, bread in the mountains. And you can eat only after everyone else has eaten. Manu Brazaki's story like 'Annapurna's feast'.

The most disgusting thing in the kitchen is that while eating, a little bit of rice is left and the wife has to eat it on the same plate. The vassalage of feeding Gizole's rice was brought to an end. Qaida Bho. 

In the village, there were a lot of broken, wrinkled baama of forty cuts. When I was about to reach my forties, I suddenly realized how much work I had to do without eating or drinking. It was barely light when he entered the misty area carrying a heavy load of grass, three bundles of grass on his head. No matter how cold it is, all the clothes in the whole house should be washed alone in Buranaula, boiling water in each amkhora. 

'Aha! I saw this post of the writers of 'Ratomato and Kamerole Lipe Peko Ghar' that I would like to go on a journey of memory. My mother had to go to Betalgaon, far away, to get red soil. Some died there after being buried in the mound. Mother used to make munto bango and come home in the evening with a heavy load of clay. And in the "Lugunchorau Goth" he used to work tirelessly in service. Will tuberculosis, rheumatism, organ failure, and asthma completely disappear in the children of the future? 

'How sweet it is cooked on wood' I read like this. The Maharaj of that time used to eat only after the smoke came out from the roof of the people. Today's Maharajah probably doesn't expect poisonous fumes from the houses of the Raitis, because the gas pipe has been sent to the houses. 

After eating flour and rice at eight o'clock in the morning, he did not eat anything throughout the day and suddenly came home at five o'clock to find stale rice, otherwise he ate roti once in the evening. Now how many lunches in schools!

In Maiti, the daughter will be employed to wash the brother's clothes, straighten the clothes, expand the room, make the arni, and send the son to school. And after getting married at a young age, that daughter is the servant of everyone in her husband's house. Gharka also gave work to his teenage daughter-in-law for 20 hours because his young daughter had become a servant there. O passionate poet! Who has such nostalgia here dear, who is painful?

Yashoda, my mother Sharda sings your song like this - Someone asked me what I want, I want it as a child!

Baubaje generation will marry every two or three. Miley – the younger wife is even younger than her children. Mary Miley was widowed at the age of nine. And a lifetime of white earth. Do not let it appear that there is bad luck during the festival. Where is this white memory man colored? 

It was seen that mothers and sisters stayed with their husbands despite suffering any kind of torture. Now the sister-daughter generation has the courage to divorce. Daughters studied, learned skills, became independent, but men remained in the consciousness of their fathers, did not come true. Reporting as 'divorce the most litigious case in court'. When will the seeker of patience see the consciousness of self-existence? 

I used to see a lot of people walking barefoot in the village. This time, the neighbor Bharni barely saw the slippers on her sister-in-law's feet. He would come to the house playing sarangi, he would come to sew clothes on Dasain with a call (I couldn't write their names here because they are very insulting, aikaranta)! The humiliation and untouchability suffered by the brothers is very loud. When my schoolmate Santosh Vishwakarma gave his SLC, he entered Mohan sir's house and drank water for the first time. The root of caste is still Jabar, which is completely wrong.

s Read published, unpublished books. Sometimes it is surprising. The village was not like a village. Society became chaotic. More rights. More freedom. This is what they say and write.

'Himalchuli Muntir's Fifteen' is great fun to watch. But, the back pain of the mother-sisters who walk for hours by "sticking a jug of water to that cut" from there? The sad song of water is sung on the mountain, who listens? 

How long will you continue to be emotional as 'Parale Jupadiwala is a temple of peace and holy air'? Sarjak's palace was not far away. To preserve the beauty of the village, why keep people's houses with thatched roofs and raw stone walls? Governments will turn their homes and offices into huts and invite tourists. 

Very favorite Nepali movie 'Aina Jhyalko Putli'. After watching, I realized. I have been finding it a pain to walk an hour to school. I don't understand the problem of spending four to five hours on the road every day from Marke, Barla, Kazeri, Kauche, Lekhdangri. I have not felt the friends who camped in the headquarters while studying at school. Now at least (Dojre) roads are open, (Nimchhara) schools are open, (risky) cars are running. (Smoky) Bikes do run.