It’s ages since I have lived in Kathmandu but I do not call it my home yet. I live in a house here but this is not my home. When I think of home, my mind’s antennas rise up with lots of memories—my identity, my mother, siblings and my neighbors. How they call me is different from what other people call me. My ears are tuned to that sound and respond to it quickly.
When bizarre things happen, people in Nepal often tend to say ‘this is Nepal’ meaning that anything can happen here and nothing is impossible. This seems to hold true in many cases. This is Nepal and we still don’t seem to be politically stable. This is Nepal and so many political parties are here. This is Nepal and we still don’t have water from Melamchi.
Awareness-raising and educating the people through mass media—by the government, its agents or by citizens—is one of the tools to lead the nation toward the progressive path. It is with this belief I bring up the anomalies in Tribhuvan University’s Master’s of Education program.
While in home district few months back I visited a community primary school in which I had taught in its initial year. I’m an English language enthusiast and lover of teaching English, but I still consider myself a student of this foreign language. I enjoy watching English teachers teaching English and I welcome such teachers to observe my style of teaching. I believe in the proverb ‘iron sharpens iron, and one man sharpens another.’