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  Culture   & Society of Nepal The culture of Nepal is rich and unique. The cultural heritage of Nepal has evolved over the centuries. This multi-dimensional heritage encompasses the diversities of Nepal’s ethnic, tribal, and social groups, and it manifests in music and dance; art and craft; folklore and folktales; languages and literature; philosophy and religion; festivals and celebration; foods and drinks.       Dance and music Legends state that dances in the Indian subcontinent originated in the abode of Lord Shiva — the Himalayas and the Himalayan Kingdom of Nepal — where he performed the tandava dance. This indicates that dance traditions of Nepal are very ancient. With altitudes and ethnicity, the dances of Nepal slightly change in style as well as in the costumes. The Dishka, a dance performed at weddings, includes intricate footwork and arm movements. Accompanying music and musical instruments change in tune with the themes, which revol...

 “Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.” These words were spoken by Martin L. King, Jr.ring so true in my mind today, as I write about the very burning topic of today’s generation “Discrimination against people living with AIDS”. We’ve heard and we’ve learnt about the discrimination done based on caste, gender, job, religion etc. but isn’t it a bit surprising that even people infected with some disease are being discriminated. The person who is fighting with a life-threatening disease is not being treated as a normal human, rather they are being abused, violated in our society. We all know that AIDS (Acquired Immuno-Deficiency Syndrome) is a sexually transmitted disease caused by HIV(Human Immunodeficiency Virus). This disease acts like a slow poison and interferes with our ability to fight against other diseases. More than a disease, AIDS has now turned into a stigma and yes, this stigma is not only in underd...

I am Nysa. I just turned 25, and I am here to tell you a secret. This is my story. If you really want to hear about it, the first thing you probably want to know is where i was born, and what my lousy childhood was like. I am Nysa Frank, daughter of Danish Frank and Samra Frank. I was born in a well-established family and grew up with all the comforts. I have a very loving brother who is five years younger than me. We had a very beautiful family with six members. My parents, grandparents and two siblings. We were a perfect family.   In the year 2000, I finished my schooling and it was time for me to join the university. Being a diligent student, I easily got admission in the Oxford University. And now I had to leave Texas and my family for my studies to settle in the UK. It was the hardest decision for me to stay away from my family. But I wanted to make my own identity. I wanted to do something on my own. This was my only aim in life. Leaving my family behind I reached my ...

It is impossible for me to remember how many days or weeks went by in this way. Time is round, and it rolls quickly. Today I am Dr. Nysa Frank. I am a neurologist. I have my own clinic in Texas. Everything has changed. I topped the university in the last year. Like my challenge Harish wasn’t able to do so. It really didn’t bother me because I had forgotten everything and moved on. As time passes memories fade away somewhere deep within our heart. You must have suddenly smelled a perfume and been reminded of someone, listening to a particular song you must be remembering someone. That is it, those memories dug deep inside us and try to carve themselves out into your mind. This is what it is called, as time moves…situation changes and life goes on. This is not only my story. It’s for everyone. No one has a perfect life; it is just made to look perfect with right people and thoughts. May be all you need to do to fix problems in your life is to just erase few messages, delete few conta...

Harish stood in front of me with a downward gaze. He was avoiding eye contact with me. He was playing with his hair and was giving vague gestures. I could read his body language. It wasn’t normal. Avoiding him I tried to leave the place but he stopped me by holding my hand. I gave him an angry look. He left my hand and took his steps back. “Don’t even dare to hold my hand.” I said fiercely. “Just listen to me, Nysa. I just need five minutes.” “You want to waste more five minutes of my life? Okay, come on waste it.” “Nysa, I am really sorry. I have done a lot harm to you but now I want to apologize. I want to make things better.” “Harish Khan, what do you want from me? Why don’t you get out my life?” “I want you to forgive me.” “Okay I forgive you.” There was a moment of silence and I said, “Did anything get better? Did I get my year back? Tell me Harish. Did anything change?” “How can you forgive me so easily, Nysa? Don’t you want to take revenge from me?” “Yes, I w...

  After sometime I remembered about my grandpas’ health. Immediately after that I called my brother. “Hello, Nysa! Where were you?"He said. “Nick! Where is grandpa? Is he fine? Please let me talk to him.” “Nysa! Calm down. Everything’s fine. Grandpa is much better now. I am confident that he’ll recover fast if you talk to him.” “Yes."Tears rolled down my eyes. Nick handed the phone to grandpa. “Grandpa?” I cried. “Talk to me. I am sorry. I am really very sorry. I was distracted. I was lost somewhere but now I am completely fine. I love you grandpa.” “God bless you, my love. You can never get distracted. You were just going through the test of your life and you have passed successfully. I am proud of you.” A flood of tears gushed down my ashen cheeks. It was painful for me to talk to him. Once that first tear broke free, the rest followed in an unbroken stream. I bent forward where I sat on the floor and pressing my palms to the mat, I began to cry with the f...