Let's Make up our Nation

In fact, Nepalese people were rich in nationalism. Gorkhalis were the pride of nation spreading Nepalese fame all over the world. Every country was acquisitive to take Nepali in their side. There are many such examples that made Nepal famous. Gautam Buddha, the light of Asia, united all Nepalese with his thoughts. Nepalese defeated the English from entering them into the country. This was only possible due to nationalism.

Nepalese nationalism in the rent was praiseworthy. But now, the meaning of nationalism has modernized. It has been confined in the four walls of a dark room. It has vanished from thin beautiful land without leaving its smell.

Many Nepalese are falling problems in around. Many have died. But what's the government doing? There are many such questions arising day by day. Now, let's work together and eliminate their mistakes. We are tired of listening to leaders only. Their skeptic behaviors already proved this. Their works are upsetting and they have deceived the Nepalese.

Nepal is facing brain drain problem. Every student wants to go abroad. NA only the young, the experienced are also ahead in this. If this continues what's the future of Nepal? Let's not think that government will do for us but let's work together to develop Nepal.

If we work hard for 5 years we will surely get problem but think about our future and next generation. They will empower Nepal and then what we will be "The Great Nepalese".

So, let's work together from today.

Winner Shrestha (Science XII - B1)

Drug abuse could be an occupational hazard

Among physicians most likely to become addicted to prescription drugs, anesthesiologists (the one who study about anesthesia) top the list. Their high rate of drug abuse has traditionally been blamed on easy access to opioids, a type of painkiller including morphine that many anesthesiologists administer on the job. However, new research suggests that the very nature of their work may put anesthesiologists at a higher risk of becoming addicts than other doctors are.

Neurologist (the person who study about the brain), oncologists (the person who study about tumours), and other physicians also have ready access to potential drugs of abuse. Because these doctors aren't as likely to become addicts as anesthesiologists are, Mark Gold of the University of Florida in Gainesville and his colleagues speculated that factors besides easy access might be at play.

Gold's team sampled the air above patients' fazes (disorientates) during surgeries, the place where an anesthesiologist usually works. Several analysis revealed high concentrations of the same opioids that the anesthesiologists had administered intravenously to the patients. The researchers suspect that patients exhale a small amount of the painkillers that have entered their blood.

Previous studies showed that repeated exposure to small doses of drugs can make people more susceptible to drug addiction. Gold and his colleagues suggest that the brains of anesthesiologists are primed for abuse because they inhale drugs in their patients' breath.

Of further tests confirm their theory, the researchers suggest that protective measures during surgery could reduce this occupational hazard.

- Neelam Agrawal (Management XI - A1)

"Strange Hand Converts into friendly One"

Remembering my first day at my school makes me refresh every moment. The day of strangers, strict teachers and strange rules was the things advocation on my mind. " I wasn't willing to go school"- that’s the statement. I repeated each time to my mother and every time she consoled me and my sister unwillingly with no adoration we step infront of school gate feeling like my hands are to be swollen again with those harshful sticks and I was preparing to get all those mercyless slaps and scolds on coming days. my new teacher miss Ranu Mukerjee greeted me first time with her broad an friendly smile. She was a slim lady dressed in sari with her one hand holding throny stick and next leading towards me. But my expectation from teachers was not so good so I couldnot reflect smile back to her but my eyes stick towards that stick which she was holding gave me a cold sympathy as I proceed my hands towards her strong and hard hands. She questioned me on her calm and cold voice about my previous records & my personal vitae with my voice shivering and eyes always gets encounter with all those strange eyes makes me feel more numb and chilled. Unfortunately our second period was of heath & physical education one. This time the teacher wants us to play volleyball which was one of the most unappreciable game to me but I have no choice and I surrender myself into the court. When one of my classmate serve the ball and I was on the otherside of court preparing to receive it but suddenly a mystery occur an I fell that I was in great pain in strangers court-Nothing was visible to me beside my ear which was sensible to some laughters and my regreat for this mishappened event. I was helpless and suffocated. And I could see our physical teacher whistling me to stand up with his pointed and sharper eyes. But I was unable to do so feeling like my passion is running out and I am going to blast with tears and pain. Then a strange hand lifter in air, in fornt of me. When I looked up to see a strange smile greeted me with some comfort then I hear a strange voice "Stand up" from the same strange person and I first time gave my hand in her hand to lift up. And now those hands are the bridge of my companion ship. I behold them everytime. Those friendly smile seems to be of my own and that strange person is now no other than my best friend.

I saw dream of true friendship in her twinkling eyes. Her smile was so close to my heart that it disappeared my all discomfort and those hand which were proposing me for true comanionship lifter me up when I fell down and never let me to fall again with glursters of warmness and closeness. Her first words for me "Stand Up" was such a encouragious and helpful which had made me rid from suffocation and nausea. I felt for the first time she is my friend indeed. I am so thankful to god for sending her as my friend.

- Anisha Dotel (Management XI - A2)

For my sweetest rose…

"The red rose whispers of passion
And the white rose breaths of love;
O the red rose is a falcon
And the white rose is a dove"

"But I send you a cream"- white rose bud,
With a flash on its petal lips
For the love that is purest & sweetest
It's a kiss of desire on the lips"

Life…
Life is like a chess game
Where every step & goes according to situation not by will !!!
Life is like 60 tons, if a deep it in water it will become heavier,
If U try to dry it, it doesn't float in the air of joy!!!

- Sunanda Adhikari (Mgmt XII/A2)

Hearing is believing

A cricket commentator who has never watched a game when you first Dean du Plassis talk about cricket on the radio or television, you are instantly grabbed by his natural broadcasting voice. There is the flawlesh English and articulation, accompanied by a fine knowledge of the game, and delivered with perceptible authority.

It is amazing, then, to learn that du Plessis was born blind in Harare 28 years ago. Touring sides and commentators alike have aivestruck by du Plessi's gift. He is able to tell the kind of shot form the sound made by the ballon the bat. "When a batsman hits through other office, the ball makes a sharp cracking sound. When he plays leg. It's a bit muffled because he is playing off his pads. I can tell when a bowler bowls a yorker from the way the batstman jams down the wicket. "

He can also identify the bowler by the ways he lands his feet on the deck.

du Plessis caught the cricket bug during the 1991-92 World Cup when Zimabwe bet England. He started doing mack commentaries in his school hostel. "The kids didn't like me doing that, and they wanted to sleep, but I paid no attention. Then one evening we were studying for an exam and I started commentating. One of the very strick teachers heard me and walked up to me. I thought, 'Now I'm in trouble' He tapped me on the shoulder and said, 'Dean', you should take this up as a profession; you're brilliant: I felt really motivated."

du Plessis made his television debut in 2003 when West Indies toured Zimabwe, in the second ODI at Bulawayo, alongside Tony Cozier, Pommie Mbangwa, Bruce Yardley, and Jimmy dams. He currently freelances for a Zimbabwe radio station and presents a cricket TV programme. His biggest dream, to turn proffessional, however, remains unfuflfilled. "You cannot make a career out of broadcasting in Zimbabue."He says," I have never been paid for doing this. I'm doing it because I love doing it."

- Mukesh Dhakal (Mgmt XIIA2)

Unrevealed secrets

• She was innocent like the moon in the dawn.
• She was bright like the fire in the sun.
• Her beauty like the silence of the sea.
• I asked God, If she is made for me.

• Feelings towards her growing each day.
• Soul would attempt but lips couldn't say
• My friends tried to propose her for me.
• "Stop guys " she doesn't seem to love a guy like me".

• The love was true but love wasn't bold.
• Her lips I couldn't kiss, her hands I couldn't hold.
• And one day, she got married to another man.
• My days passed with tears and nights with pain.

• The beautiful girl- I could forget never.
• The grief and tears remained forever.
• Her friend handed me a complement about me.
• "I love him but he doesn't seem to love girl like me."

-Ramesh Raj Mahat (Mgmt XII/A1)

Pain

It's all I have learned,
It's all I have earned,
I can't imagine my life without pain.
I can't survive without pain

Love for me is a …
I don't know !
And I don't care
It's like a bird flying in the sky,
Far away, at a distance, very far away

Affection for me is like…
A distant star shining on the distant sky
Who bothers to even look at it and admire
It's bright and beautiful flare
Why should I be cared,

Me, I'm like the frost of a cold day.
Praying to god for my death
Just asking people to kill me
Kill my feelings,
A valuaters, poor pathogen.

- Raju Karki (Mgmt XII/A2)