nEpaLi fOOtBall wE aDoRE:

Those were the days when ‘Nepali footballer missing’, ‘runaway from the airport and still missing’ would make headlines. Losing was the only option we had and dozens and couple of dozens were just the regular diets. Players could hardly make any money. Part time footballers were the only nation’s hope. Few old good daddies retired or bad daddies worn out of the ‘tass’ they play all day , some young drug dealers on the quest of safe place to deal, some ‘bhaiyas’ trying to make some business would top the list of people entering into the stadiums at various places in the country. Not to mention some optimistic football fans that always had faith in Nepali football would be me being prejudiced. Don’t wanna sue me for that. Do you?

However things had to change, and vice versa of what I mentioned above is not entirely true at the moment. But things have started to show good signs. We are on a ‘yoo Nepal yoo’ mood. Every move is being watched. I personally, refresh goalnepal.com page every time i log in to facebook. I almost had this insomnia when I first heard the rumor of rohit chand being transferred to Arsenal. Nepali footballers are getting some tough number of fans to count. I guess our players deserve this; it’s just their hard work being paid off and I hope they continue to make us proud. 9 – 0 was a shame but 1 – 1 against mighty Jordan was something to mark as history. But a 10 – 1 aggregate and not making to 3^rd round of FIFA WC qualifiers might let our players down. The home crowd didn’t let them feel that way certainly. I wasn’t there to cheer for you guys, I was busy refreshing goalnepal.com page. The social networking sites are still busy singing the glory for our national heroes. Not any official facebook or twitter pages did but we created our own pages to mark this glorious achievement so far. The page ‘The proud moment when bharat khawas scored a goal’ was the first page I liked soon after the digital score board said 1-1 at Dashrath Rangasala. 

This moment got me back to the time when I first watched this Clint Eastwood’s movie ‘Invictus’. Ever since, I had this feeling of writing something about the movie. And then I got dog busy. Don’t mistake it for donkey busy coz donkeys are real busy and a dog doesn’t know himself what he is up to.

Morgan freeman plays Nelson Mandela; Matt Damon plays François Pienaar the captain of proud South African rugby world cup winning team in 1995. What might a newly elected president brag about?? Might talk about the big dreams of peace n welfare n eliminating poverty and stuffs like that. That’s what every pm elected in 6 months out of unrest politics in Nepal does. However Mandela did something different, so I and millions of people read his books and our PM Jhallu gets a tight slap. Don’t wanna talk about what happens in our country coz I closed that chapter long ago. I had this group in facebook ‘we desperately want a youth’s political party in Nepal’, trying hard to encourage young people to shape their own political party. But most of our young facebook users were busy liking pages such as ‘pani puri’, or ‘ I love u ‘ or whatever love craps they were served.

Taking you back to the movie, Mandela realizes his people getting divided over this rugby thing. The blacks didn’t like the whites playing rugby and would cheer against their home squad. He recalls his own memory of Robben Island when he himself would cheer for any team but Springboks, the SA national rugby team. He thinks the only way to unite SA is to not snatch away from the whites what they’ve adored since long time and making blacks admire their national team. He calls up a short meeting over tea with the skipper François and assures him that the whole country will be there to cheer for them when they play against any odds. He also hands this beautiful poem ‘INVICTUS’ by the English poet (William Ernest Henley). At the mean time ‘Madiba’ watches the game and learns all of it. He has this newspaper cut piece with all the national players in it and remembers their name before he finally meets them in person. He asks the national team to make a tour to local neighborhood. The team goes to the poor community of blacks and plays rugby with the kids. The team gets more inspired and an everlasting courage seeing that the whole country is there to prop them up. Finally the team starting its WC journey with the worst form possible ends the journey bagging the World Cup shield, with the whole of SA cheering for them. Sounds like a fiction, but u can Google it and find the exact same thing. I didn’t believe it myself when I first watched the movie. Mandela plays with the rugby sentiments and unites the whole country. A guy spending 27 yrs in prison and yet ready to forgive all the people who put him there. That’s something our rebellions must have learnt from him and his accomplishments. They never did and they never will.

Talking about football again, when the major European leagues are quiescent, it was the best chance for Nepali football to attract viewers. They did play their best and now they are on the peak this moment.  Rumors of Rohit chand making to EPL, 1 – 1 draw against mighty Jordan, Nepali team top ranked in South Asia, top 20 in the Asian chart  are some glorious moments for all of us who roared the whole  pitch down when our heroes were fighting our glory. We have few more months left for SAFF and it’s off season for Nepali football. We can’t expect things to be done by any government authorities run by the filthy leaders who stench more than pig shits, people say. But ANFA (not very clean itself but I guess fanatical to football) can arrange a national tour given 3 months of ‘doing nothing’ time. Just like what Mandela asked to his national team to do.

This might come up as an inspiration for footballers at local level. A way to hook up to the remote Nepali football fans of all sorts. A way to forget all misleads by this shitty headed politicians. A tour to plant new hopes in our apathetic youngsters(busy with the bike modification, new gadgets, girls, drugs, visa processing, Korean dress ups and haircuts) and anarchic Nepal. A tour to prove this to all pointing fingers out there, a tour to cry out loud repeating:

I am the master of my fate

I m the captain of my soul……

nOw U don’t laUgH(:D) aT oThErS

 ‘Laughing is good, laughing at others is not’. This is what one of the chapters in moral studies book; imported from India with Gandhi images everywhere said when I used to b a kid supposed to learn those stuffs. I would never get the difference.

 The only time we laughed in delight would be when someone’s pant got torn off. When someone steps over the poop, when some1 wets his pants or sometimes the rumor of her wetting pants passing our ears. Back then wetting pants only meant pissing the pants literally. Now bars for wetting pants have been set little low. Now they mean anything but pissing on the pants. If you know what I mean. However I assure you I only mean the former.

laughin would persist when someone gets this zipper accident. Or when someone gets all muddy falling into the ground filled with mud and getting new colors to the regular uniform color. Looking at someone kneeling on bizarre positions.. Or when we were very young we would also laugh at them who dried their pants (pooped their pants).i m nt sure drying pants means shitting,i guess i made tht up and kinda sounds cool. That were the fun I account we had.

We never had a slight hint, how would this guy feel when his ass cheeks were something we’re looking at and laughing. The embarrassment that might have plugged into his ass and ported to brain. Or when someone carries his pooped legs to water tap and tries to wash off even his hand involved within no time but still not being able to make it at time. Laughing with no halt, while everyone denies shaking his hands. Not realizing the harsh intense humiliation he carried on his soft palms. Laughing at the cornered guy, who can’t get rid of his wet pant.  Not realizing how anxious he was to get home and cuddle into his mothers arm and cry feeling sorry for what he did. But he was just a kid. And we were no exception. The girl in the rumor if they were any true must have gone through the same misfortune. Only her case would be a little worst.

The guy screaming in pain and trying to isolate his woo-woo from the zipper, worrying he might not be able to make his parents play with their grand children. The guy desperate to go home with his muddy uniform and worrying he could possibly get on his mother’s nerve. The guy kneeling on the bizarre position and shutting his eyes down only wishing no one could see him. That was that I guess. I just tried some random explanations. There were also exceptions. The guy with his pooped legs would chase others. But most of the victims couldn’t express what they felt. Coz they will have to be back with the same majority again in the class. And they were all alone in every comedy scene they created.

To laugh is the easiest thing to do, I guess not going to some philosophical debate where laughing is the toughest thing to do. But every comic scene has some consequences to pay. Sometimes they might end up hurting someone. I guess now I understand what the book with Gandhi pictures on it wanted to implant.

sToRy oF kId A aNd KiD B

Few days back, our school celebrated Guru Purnima on it’s FB page. I guess most of it’s products are radially emanating. So no one’s got time to meet their teachers in person. I certainly didn’t, coz I m stuck here at Bangladesh. So I witnessed the first electronic Guru Purnima being celebrated. Sameer Pokhrel should have created this page a year ago, that way it would be my second.

Monsoon started early this season report says. So did the posts, they flooded the page. There were very less posts without likes and comments. The poets tried their poems. Doctors, engineers, nurses, CAs, BBAs, Has, PAs, BAs, IAs, failed, passed, appeared, appearing, drop outs, drugs in, everybody tried something different.

However this post was interesting. A guy bragging, how teachers were unfair to him and severely punished. He has his own reasons I believe. I don’t support punishments myself.  But wasn’t the good day to pull out that stuff. It wasn’t just me who got involved there a lot of X, Y,Z students were  already euphoric about it. I tried balanced comment, trying to maitain some kind of equilibrium. I also commented “ma bhumika ji lai hi vanna chahanchu….” Who claims herself to be this X student from our school, but to me she was a mathematical X “unknown”.

I didn’t cuddle up in milk all my school life. Punishments were just my extra meals at unexpected hours. This could never teach me any lessons. I used to be punished a lot for not speaking in English. One day this little girl went up to Fr. George Wilson and told him that her school caption was leader in speaking Nepali. I don’t know how did she put this up but I was embarrassed in front of the whole assembly. My name was called in front of the whole mass. That didn’t help me at all. I didn’t talk in English throughout my school life. That punishment would only boost the rebel inside of me and create more hatred towards this language.

Here is a short story. Kid ‘A’ and kid ‘B’ were two good friends in school. They did everything together for two typical primary level best friends. One day; no different day than they passed together for years. No lightening, no thunders, no downpour nothing. Kid ‘A’ thought it funny to throw away his best friend’s shoes into the mud. Waiting for the fun part to happen, he got caught by the teacher who was watching the whole act. This teacher was no Aamir khan from ‘taare zameen par’. The teacher severely punished kid ‘A’. He also made him bring back the shoes. Soon after, the pain healed and his nervous system got connected back to the brain again. The first thing his brain cells interpreted was his mistake of not looking for a teacher around. He promised to himself he would never execute such funny plans again until he looks out for a teacher around.

Here goes the second story. Kid ‘A’ and kid ‘B’ were two good friends in school. They did everything together for two typical primary level best friends. One day; no different day than they passed together for years. No lightening , no thunders, no downpour nothing. Kid ‘A’ thought it funny to throw away his best friends shoes into a the mud. A teacher saw the whole plan executed perfectly and just ignored the whole thing deliberately. Kid ‘B’ found out his shoes has made half way through the mud. He also found out it was his best friend who did that. All the students made fun of him while he went to get his mud dipped shoes. Kid ‘A’ got the fun part this time. Kid ‘B’ got hurt and he stopped talking to his friend kid ‘A’. Now things were never the same. They would not utter a mutual word that could take them to a colloquial. That went for days until kid ‘A’ realized it was his act of throwing shoes away that drove them apart. He apologized to his best friend and they remained best friends for ever.

The teacher in the second version of the story wasn’t Aamir Khan either. But he knew it very well punishment is not always an option. Sometimes you should just buy them enough time for themselves to realize what they have done. Time is the ultimate master that governs.

FaILuRes aRE NoT tHaT BaD aFteR aLL…..

Finding a ‘gate go’ for this story of failure was a tough thing to do. Not bcoz I have witnessed less failures in my life but vice versa. I m just not sure, which failure to attend first when I get back to my memories. I guess me trying to hide myself in one of my brother’s house close by, just before the time to get dressed for school and getting caught every time would be the first significant failure. Then I would b forced to dress and shouldered to school.

And, when I was getting along with the things at school. A group of my friends led by some seniors, offered me to break out school, while the whole school wz learning general knowledge and craps. That wz Friday I remember and we were supposed to be audience to this ‘quiz contest’ and clap hands for each correct answer. A wise senior thought of this plan to break out and recruited members to the mob. Lucky me, I got in. Not that long though. When all of them got out of the fence just me left. The strongly built game teacher showed up. What happened then??? well he was strong I was not.

I used to be good at cricket back then. I guess I got this cricket craze from my family. Starting with my father, sisters all the men and women(not my mother , she just wakes up at 3 in the morning and watches sanskar and astha they don’t broadcast cricket). My eldest sister had even this letter posted to ‘Ajay jadeja’ one of the famous cricketers of all time. And ?? He wrote back with a genuine autograph. Two of my elder brothers got themselves into national games. I would bunk school and go with my father to watch my brother play matches. I dint make it very far though.

I would wake up at 6 and go to practise at this CCC(Chitwan Cricket Club). Get back home, get dressed for school and at 4:30 rush back to practise. I used to be a wicket keeper myself. I would also bowl but Raju Khadka , former nepali team captain thought my bowling action didn’t exist anywhere in the world. So he suggested me to keep.  There was this guy Nabin PIya, used to b the captain around. He was very fond of those who would sing his glory. His favorites lines were “You r looking too handsome bro”, “Your girlfriend is too pretty”, “Dai tyo asti ko game ma tapaile haneko six last dami thyo”. I was a class 8 student then. I couldn’t talk things like that. I had not even seen his girlfriend. The only pretty girls I had seen were on TV. And when my eldest brother used to be a player from our region, he used to be the guy with water on his hands. So I m not going to say I was his favorite. He disliked me for sure. But there were very less options to wicket keeper back then so he couldn’t fire me I guess.

Very soon a friend of mine joined the club. One of my best friends also a character from the former post of mine joined the club. Nabin PIya: the class 8 dropout who got the question papers before exam and still couldn’t make it got a very good option. My friend was a wicket keeper too. He played better, he was quiet not like other opportunists and also made it to nationals. He would net practise, I would only wish Nabin piya will call me to bat too. Well that calling part never happened.  I got shadowed. Light never showed up. I made a tough decision, I quit playing cricket.  Now when I play for my class here some micro level games, they say to me I bowl like SOhail Tanvir the famous Pakistani cricketer with the weirdest action. And on some previous visits to Nepal, Raju Khadka who said my bowling action looks nothing like bowling said you could actually bowl well if u bowl close to ur ears. That will give u a natural in swing. Now that was a crap , middle finger bro. You know what my age was when I wz going through this frustration of failure and making a decision like a matured man to quit cricket??? Well you don’t know I was a class nine student. The age to get encouragements, not accept failure. My journey of cricket ended .Middle finger to Nabin Piya as well. Now u must be cleaning shits somewhere in Australia I guess. Good luck with that. There is this saying “jo jeeta whoi sikandar baaki sab Bandar”. Whose translation would be winner is the king and loser is the monkey, only if sikaandar means king. I don’t know what a sikandar is. But I sure knew what I was.  I got monkeys part.

Later I started playing badminton. My height suited this game. Though my father alwz said you must play volleyball. I don’t know why he would say that but had he suggested basketball I wud have at least considered. Coz basketball sounds way too glamorous than volleyball. And I choose this lil less glamorous game. But in Chitwan this game wasn’t very popular, when I first started it soon after quitting cricket. In other big towns a lot of girls played. The people inside the covered hall would talk things like that. I hadn’t actually seen them playing. I only wished I had.  But my fate was different; most of my play mates were government post holders, who gets drunk the other night and play to get rid of their hangovers. Some of them played for their fitness. They wouldn’t get any thinner though. So the whole thing in there was not glamorous at all. I had less thought of girls then coz I was already getting passionate about the game. But my father alwz said this game is for the landlords. I didn’t care what he said until the day my racket gifted by Fr. George Wilson met with an accident and never made out of coma. And I had to buy a new one. Asking my father for money was out of question, so I borrowed some money from my friend and bought this YONEX racket worth 1200 or sth. That was the first racket I played with a brand name on it. I also had a dream for this Red YONEX kit . I would see some players carrying that around them. But the budget was just for the racket.

However this kind veteran gifted me the kit of my dream. I dint know the world has moved so fast and far. When we me and my friend, participated this APF national badminton tournament representing U-19 age group from our district. We saw the kids of our age or even younger to us carrying way to hi-fi kit. A lot of spare rackets, their spare shuttles they carry with them would give a sense like they are here to sell those, spare socks, spare shoes, a lot of branded clothes , fancy water bottles with sporty brand names on it blah blah….it seemed like we had come this far for Beijing Olympics. The next thing that came to our mind was where to hide our kit. We hid it somewhere in the corner and kept an eye on it every other second. Who am I kidding??? The fact is we didn’t even care where our kit was coz no1 would ever steal those. That’s when I realized what my father meant by landlords game. I made to 2^nd round, my friend who never got kit gift didn’t make it to 2^nd round even. We boarded next bus to home. However I didn’t leave my passion there in that hall of landlords, I brought it back with me.

It’s already been a lot of writings, so I guess very few of u will make it here. For those of you thinking, what I did with my life with all this failure past. Well, getting caught and shouldered to school dint turn out that bad after all. I guess that has everything to do with me writing these craps now. Getting busted for the school break out wasn’t that bad either. We ended runner up in this District level quiz contest. We were two from our school participating where frankly, I just assisted my partner. Having a flop cricketing carrier bought me a good lifelong friend and still I open bat for my class here in Bangladesh. Also I would never make it to badminton nationals if it wasn’t for this flop cricketing carrier. And how about the sophisticated kit and spare rackets?? I have the same old racket with me, it is still fine just had to add some glue to it. But the guy from Pokhara who used to be very popular player with all the sophisticated kit and would also make it far at the tournaments (not like us hardly getting to 2^nd round). When I last heard of him he had turned out into a drug addict. And I m here, pursuing my engineering degree in Bangladesh. I still play my games, not friendly with quiz contests yet. So I can say I didn’t turn out that bad after all.

LooKing iNside The mOmO......

It mite occur to someone that stealing a piece or two momo from one of my frnds , eatin with the speed of light sitting beside me is not what called friendship. But an act out of lousy greediness. This assumption or hypothesis or whatever it is defining friendship wud cost me 2 friends less every time we go visit that small momo shop run by extremely hardworking couple Which means I get to eat 8 out of 10 momos on my plate. . Sometimes they are gone within nanosecond of time tht takes to blink. Although when we are extremely hungry and our pockets are heavy , I get to eat like 13 momos …each time 2 or 3 less than I get at the first place. So U can guess when our pockets are heavy we are still poor proud bunch of lads impaled together as friends.
Had I gotten all momos to eat , I wouldn’t have been writin this now. Thanks to my friends . I must say though I miss those 2 pieces now ,wher I don’t even get to smell momos. I actually have no regrets tht my frnds can eat momos at the speed of light and steal my part. I get lucky sometimes but usually I m the guy who has to surrender. And this friend of mine ‘Bidhyaman’, we keep him occupied with something else while he is still eating. Coz ther is this possibility that he might forget to breathe. ‘Haddi’ we call him an MBBS genius bagging 74.sth and securing 2nd postion in TU board suggests him that oxygen is as equally important as food. I too knew that. But I ain’t no doctor. ‘Dhoti’ the CA is another monster, he’s got this speed of hick ups when it comes to stealing momos. ‘Kale’ does just fine. He gets lucky sometimes though. ‘Gaule n tote’ sometimes surrenders to these momo pirates or they themselves turn into pirates. Safal maintains his class, so he is not into an account here. But I remember he wasn’t alwz like that. Now this is the version of the story I get to tell. You guys might have ur own versions. But I don’t think that shud differ with much precision.


However there is this little chance that one of our previous momo pirate ‘Ande’ might have been changed a bit. I suppose he will only be nuisance to that British civilized society of losers, if he continues to do so. This might have been hard on him not being able to participate the live momo burglary. Or going to tote’s house at 11 and looking for stones to play ‘Baagchal’ . Pissing at the backyard of one time famous hottie in narayangarh. Singing ‘Kanchan ko allare….’ , ‘ ho ho ho dhumra suresh….’ , ‘chaidaina UK ko kt tharu vaye pugcha’, ‘ pitambar dd(chorus 4 times) sitanagar aunu hai teej ko karyekram ma’. Making an assumption that ‘dhoti’ might only be a day or two younger than Bramha the creator. Ringing the bell at gaule’s and dancing on the front yard. Dancing like crazies at every corners in narayangarh. A screwed up new year with a loss of 1100 rs ..costin 150 rs per head I guess gaule and tote haven’t paid that yet. Writing that new year nite incident to dhoti and sending that letter via his friend. New vigilantes trying to enter our group pissing us off and we couldn’t help but back bite. Talking future and plans to make lots of money. Making promises to each other that we will live and die together. U don’t really believe we made a promise do u?? that last part didn’t happen , but rest of it were fun and every moment we would miss ‘Ande’. The typical ‘ande jokes’ we call it. Ande talking about ‘MANE’ and his football mates. ‘Ande’ hiding 10rupee under his cap while Christopher is checking all his pockets and finds nothing.


But he has this inevitable fate like thousands of Nepalese students. Who for their so called better future are compelled to leave the place which knows them and holds their identity. And are all set to act like a drop of oil poured in a jar of water ,always distinguishable amongst whites. “Nepal listed in the top 10 countries sending students to USA”, “Thousands of Nepalese students getting visa to the great Britain, Australia , countries in Europe”. Sounds like sth to feel proud of. I had even made my point so proud somewhere , when I said this , “Nepalese students get accepted to most desiring countries”. But this is an ignominy that they are not accepted at their own country. It’s a disgrace that we are actually stealing the youth from our students and selling them to work for low wages. Worst than human trafficking . And stealing momo is not even close to what we are stealing from our students. So u still got a prob with us stealing momos???? Or its time you think of some other serious issues??????? Now if u call this an anti friendship act and convene me to the ‘court of friendship’. Hehe ‘court of friendship’ sounds funny though. I promise I will hire the best lawyer. But if u r prejudiced and call this disgrace to friendship. Don’t worry I won’t drag u to the court. The fact is I just don’t care what u think….

whEn fEAr iS NoT aN oPTioN……

‘OMG SNAKE’ a friend of mine screamed in fear. I m not that sure whether he cried out in fear or that was a normal scream coz he usually is a tough guy. But when its down pouring outside and the whole room is pitch black and U r looking for d key where the snake is crawlin . Then it wud b very skeptical of me to question his toughness. So U can guess I did not ask him whether he feared or not. The snake was of bizarre kind, it went up to my 3 storied drawer like 4’high and was movin towards my bed attached to it. This might sound fancy a drawer attached bed. But it doesn’t look anything like what U r visualizin right now. I can’t explain or compare the bed with anything you’ve seen coz it doesn’t look like anything elsewhere. You’ve to come visit this furniture industry that’s just opposite to my flat.
suddenly the silent night turned out into chaos. So snake had to die. Sorry WWF or whoever takes care of this scary tiny creepy living creature. Actually I m apologizing on behalf of my friend. I just heard the whole drama .It was like listening to one movie of Bhola risal ‘Gauthali’ while U hardly can keep UR eyes open, but no music only screams. I just was too scared to see it alive. I became an afghan refugee the same instant only my shelter wz the adjacent room and not Pakistan. Also USA had no intentions to bombard my room it was that snake.
It was was like 2 in the morning . Bangladesh never sleeps. I guess its same with snakes. Snakes don’t visit us pretty often . But this I recall is the second incident in our flat. Now flat sounds way too sophisticated for the house that we’ve rented. However that’s where I will have to see more 547.5 approximate dawns. Now that the figure is here that will make u count the total years. let me just give U less trouble its 547.5/365 ==>>1 . 5 yrs. until my calculator works just fine. Don’t worry the calculator’s got a new battery the other day. I had to get back to my bed which almost seemed impossible to me that instant. But I had got no choice, no one to share a bed with at least for that night or I cant even think of moving to other flats. That’s the other part of story.However I had to go lie down on the same bed which was almost occupied by snake a few moments earlier. Never in my life I felt so helpless. I wanted to be afraid of what I saw and find other places to stay until I fostered out of that fear. But I had to act strong and fear was not an option to me. I guess not having fear as an option is what makes people brave. But that will only be an act of emulating bravery. I wz like all over the facebook. I dint tweet coz I don’t tweet that much. I got mixed comments, some asked me to be careful , some made fun of me n snake together. And it wz my elder sister who inspired me to write this . She said ‘it’s no big deal, when u were not even born we would encounter a lot of snakes inside our house. U don’t have to fear that’.
I guess its our destiny, for all of us who believe in destiny. Like my sister had no options of being afraid and had to act brave at her young age. Our country is only trying to surpass the level of fear. People have already assimilated the fear of threats, kidnappings, loots, donations, rapes, robbery, food shortage, epidemics, no hospitals, yes hospitals no doctors… Because we have no option called fear. when our governing bodies can’t provide us with enough securities and facilities…it’s “when fear is not an option” but to move on……..

ARE wE hUMAn yET??????

Human race has always been an interesting turnover in the history. Let me put it this way human race rocks!!!! They started with stones on earth and now looking for stones on other planets. Remarkable!!!They would say if there were any other species superior. As a matter of fact dinosaurs didn’t make it to 21st century. So we still rule this earth.

We are supposed to have highly developed brain which can lead to abstract reasoning, language and problem solving capacity. Physically we are built with free hands and a good command over it which led us to greater use of tools. I didn’t make that up, trust me. This is what Wikipedia says about us.
We may all not agree on this , coz if human were mentally made anywhere close to that why would things like war, poverty , hunger, disputes still be predominant over the whole race???I haven’t done much of the research myself “why??” but I agree with the mob. May be when human race started we didn’t have this idea of ensuring guarantees over goods like we do today. Want to buy a laptop?? lifelong guarantee; cameras?? Guarantee for years. So then, when a new child would be born in a family, parents really couldn’t guarantee the society what their child will turn out to be. No one can ever guarantee a human’s nature. Not even a police officer can guarantee that his child won’t turn out to be a thief one day. And his father couldn’t guarantee that with him either. His father couldn’t take any guarantees that his son will one day be a loyal police officer and will be fighting against corruption. And now he is corrupted. A father couldn’t guarantee to the society that his son won’t turn out to be a jerk and a politician at the same time. This is very interesting with human . Every one of them gets to choose a ground base of morality. Maybe that is what Wikipedia refers to abstract reasoning.
Over the time, human came up with varieties of language. We are inherited with the language that our parents used. So we didn’t have much of a choice to make . But today we can choose our own language. Want to learn German??? Get 50% off on full course. French??? Spanish??? Chinese????? “Thank you very much , not in this life.” Oh and I nearly forgot, English ??? “ no discount sir!!!” who am I kidding??? It is the second language to every non English speaking countries. English topped the race. You know what they always say about the race ??? ‘only one can get first in a race’ .I highly doubt there will be any other races conducted . So till then ‘English’ you may rule us!!!!! But there are some bizarre languages being introduced into the market. ‘ toiit’ for ‘taiit’ , ‘abo’ for ‘aba’, ‘moile’ for ‘maile’ , ‘toile’ for ‘taile’ and many more. Luckily they are limited to these vocabularies till date. But I fear they will gear up and “Nepali” will be “Nepoli “very soon.
Human could no longer be dependent on flesh, they had to find something to eat if their day did end up with nothing. So they started farming. I guess that triggered them and they realized there might always be problems on their way, but they will have to come up with the best alternative. May be this is what Wikipedia referred to problem solving. Human faced lot of problems with their solitude life style, so they started to live in a group. That is how things work with human. You are always stronger together. But had that living together thing didn’t work very well , we would still have been roaming around the jungles and playing stone toys. So ‘601’ please make this work very well for us. If it doesn’t, we sure are going back to jungles. Only this time, we will leave the rest of the human race behind and go alone.
The creator built us with two free hands and a good command over it so that we can make greater use of tools says Wikipedia. And I added creator to that coz I m not much of an atheist. We learnt the greater use of tools but I doubt we learnt the best use of it. Machines were invented to produce guns and bombs and these days some nuclear stuffs. And what did we Nepalese learn?? We learnt to destroy schools , bridges , roads, factories. How about new agricultural tools to farmers??? Who cares!!!! Rather we planted guns in every barren field and set up war ambushes.
To my best knowledge if there is any other definition to human than Wikipedia provides that wouldn’t fall very far from the tree. So let’s not distort the meaning of human race and play some worthless cards to prove ourselves human. Coz we clearly don’t fit into the above mentioned human criteria. Lets learn the proper abstract reasoning, lets learn to respect the language we are inherited with, lets learn to make best use of tools and finally lets come up with a solution to all this problems . lets prove “ we are human “ thing to the world. Lets prove we are capable of problem solving and ensure our people that we won’t be going back to jungles any more.