The article was originally published by Kailash K. Shrestha through his Facebook post in Nepali, which was translated by Aditi Upadhyaya . Kailash K. Shrestha is a visual artist & Founder of Artudio.
I still vividly remember that day – 28th May, 2011. The day the new constitution of Nepal should have been promulgated. But sadly, the promulgation of the constitution did not happen on that day. Soon after the turmoil, many of us young artists were raising our voices on the walls of streets through art, in a separate art movement. Young Nepali artists, students and many fellow enthusiasts interested in art were connected on social media through the mural (Public/Street Art) art movement “hami banauchhau deshlai/We make the nation”, at the initiative of Artudio.
I still remember the political turmoil of our country back then, and the frustration and uncertainty this had brought to the general public. The chaotic, apolitical, insensitive and ugly thoughts and low level of consciousness of these political leaders seemed to add to the frustration and despair felt by the common people. As the identity of our well-civilized city of art and culture started becoming wrapped in negativity, we young artists, as an alternative, wanted to initiate and lead a revived art movement.
We realized that we have an important role to play in this society of artists and art. Art does not divide but instead unites society, makes us not superstitious but curious, makes us feel not inferior but proud, provides a unique identity, and plays many other similar roles. This is why I have been saying that “art is power” of the individual, society, state and the world.
Then we went to submit a letter seeking permission, stating that we wanted to make the general public proud of our art and culture again through art itself. I still remember the day when honest and sensitive artists with pure hearts and morals were trying to give artistic gifts to the common people through the ugly walls of Kathmandu had to return empty-handed without being granted the permission to do so by the state then.
When the state rejects a gentle request, a powerful rebellion and movement begins.
The collective art movement that started with a loud and clear voice on a mural, “Hami banauchhau desh lai/We Make the Nation” was a result of the same. The idea was to start the art movement from the walls of Ratnapark, where hollow political slogans and commercial posters were abounding. However, even though the movement could not start from there due to security reasons, a letter was sent to the Himalayan Hotel in Kupondole seeking permission to begin the art movement from the wall on the street outside the hotel. I believe this movement has come a long way since then.
The movement aimed to remove the hegemony of art limited to galleries that had been vested on a particular segment of the population, and bring it to the walls and streets in the community. This journey took its baby steps back then, and is gradually moving forward.
Happily, many young artists have since taken to the streets to raise their voices. The state, in particular, should have been proud of this and should have worked on policies for the benefit of artists and the upliftment of art.
Almost 10 years have passed since then, but the consciousness of the state is falling to an even lower level. This is a matter of great concern and debate. The recent move by the Kathmandu Metropolitan City on the graffiti of young artists has made clear how very little consciousness and sensitivity the state holds when it comes to art.
May we all become aware of!
Who gave my name and what’s the story behind
Having a child is probably the second most exciting thing. The child is a dream, is a hope, is a mission for many parents and their nearer/dearer ones. Child becomes the reason and purpose…the brand that they plan to outshine. So, if you go by name, name is not just a name, but a window to look into human world; understand their joy, their faith and belief, their taste and preference. There is so much of “awe” behind each name that may bring joy of tears.
Something just like that happened when we asked KMAG followers to share the story behind their name. Don’t miss any. Each name has such a lovely and adorable story that it feels like watching a movie.
Story: While uncle was in school, there was a sweet girl name Pooja. She was once proposed by somebody, and she called her brother to beat crap out him. Uncle was so impressed with her that she gave the name to me saying “may my niece be like her.”
Story: My mom named me after Asmita Adhikari dijju who happens to be my mom’s favourite teacher’s daughter.
Rejina Rosemary Giri
Story: Mom used to have a foreigner teacher at her school and she use to teach my mom English. She liked that teacher and her name so much that she gave me the name.
From: Eldest Cousin Sister
Story: She mentioned earlier that she used to have a friend named “Rosha”. Maybe they both shared good friendship bond and there it happened!
Story: I had a sister who died in seven months after birth, my family was very poor that they couldn’t afford good nursing, medicines, so she died because of her illness in that early age. Mom told me, she was very beautiful, baba was so happy when they had her , but it was getting difficult for baba to get over the pain of her death, he seemed hurt all the time. Then after they had me they put her name to me. It hurt me when I knew this but still it’s life, acceptance is all that we can do so I’m happy that I got my sisters name and I love my name and I’m proud of it.
Kristina R L Rana
Story: My dad followed Christianity for a while just out of curiosity and thus my name happened.
Story: My dad’s favorite actor back then was Jeetendra so he gave that name to me.
From: Grand Father
Story: My grandfather was the biggest fan of 40th president of US Ronald Regan, so he named me after him.
Story: My mothers friend had actually thought of a good arabic name starting with khu for a baby boy as I was mistaken for being a boy while in the womb so my father thought it would please my moms friend for naming me khushboo.
From: Aunt (Thulomummy)
Story: My thulomummy accidentally said my name while I was taken for vaccination (later both my mom and thulomummy forgot what they named me while the nurse was calling out my name). Later on, this was the final name I got as it nearly matches with my brother’s name!
Story: My father named me Aastha after ‘Asthalin’. My grandfather was Asthma patient and he constantly forgot his medicine’s name. And, here we are!
From: Cousin Brother
Story: One of my cousin brother named me after Dilip Rayamajhi
From: Grand mother
Story: I was born one day before Krishna Janamastami, so my grandmother named me Krishna.
Jyotsna Chandra Mahato
Story: My daddy kept my name as Jyotsna which means moon light,because he always says I will bring lightness in every darkness.
Story: Funny story, my name used to be Eric actually, and then my dad saw the “Johnson’s baby powder” commercial, and long story short, here I am.
Story: My grandmom found money in the Birgunj bazaar at the day of my birth, so, she named me Aarjan (आर्जन) which means to earn.
Story: My dad named me Birodh on 3rd day of my birth. He named me Birodh as he was big fan of parliamentarian Birodh Khatiwada, a communist leader and father of Miss Nepal Shrinkhala Khatiwada. During the year I was born, Birodh Khatiwada was a very famous communist leader for his oratory skill second to late Madan Bhandari and my dad was huge fan of his speech skill so I was named as Birodh, a very unique name.
From: Aunt (Sano Mummy)
Story: My sanomomy used to watch Pakistan serial at the time of my birth.So she liked the name Rabia.But my mom changed the spelling as Raviya.
Kamaleshwar Prasad Pathak
Story: My name has Kamal and Ishwar within – the god on the lotus. It is the alternative name for lord Vishnu and my daddy chose it.
Story: My grand mom named me as Kusum because while my mom was in labor giving me birth, the doctor’s name on duty was Kusum and she loved it so she gave me this name.
Story: My grand mom named me. I was diagnosed with Pneumonia and Jaundice when i was just of 6 days. She wanted me to have a healthy & long life. But she left me alone with her name given to me. I loved her and miss her.
Story: My father gave me the name since as a child I was easily placated and satisfied, hence my name means satisfaction.
Story: My father named me after Rachel Carson- American Marine Biologist.
Sajjan Utsuk Sapkota
Story: My middle name is Utsuk which was added by my father even in the citizenship. Actually it is his nickname. Our businesses are named on it. He kept it as his nickname during his college days where there was a trend of doing so. While others were keeping names like, “Udaas”, “Pyasi”, “Yatri”, et cetera, he opted for “Utsuk”. This name can be recognised well in Nuwakot now which is actually a proud thing. Even though he don’t carry this as his official name, people know him by it and also me.
Story: As its the alternate name of Lord Krishna and he was also born after a lot of struggle. Hence, similar story in my family.
Story: I am the youngest child of my parents. Until I was born, the financial status of my parents wasn’t good. So my Grandfather (who gave me this name), decided to name me as ‘Debit’ (as in Accounting (Debit/Credit)), and believed, with my arrival in the family I would bring some financial prosperity. And my father modified it as ‘David’. That’s the one and only name I have.
Sumana Shahi Thakuri
Story: My aunt loved her best friend’s name so much that she gave the name to me.
Story: My teacher because he thought my original name was weird. I think one thing a teacher should never do change the students name.
Story: My mom told me that god gifted me this name. Because I am a twin.
Story: My father named me Dikshya,as he was working under ministry of education,at that time. So it was like,sikshya -dikshya.
Rasu Budhathoki Thapa
Story: One of his friend has their film production house name called “Raskala production “ . My dad was influenced by him. And hence called me raskala and in short my fam started calling me Rasu.
Story: My dad named me ‘sanu’ meaning small as I am 2nd child of my parent. People used to get confused and pronounce my name differently like ‘saanu’ for sanu. So got my name changed to ‘Sonu’ for 5th standard district level exam (which is no more in practice now). Then in 2014 I got converted to Muslim and Hazrat named me ‘Zainab’. Which I somehow felt not me completely so changed my name myself to ‘Sonu Zainab’ following legal process.
Story: My father got into jail for an accident case while I was just 1 week old and the Chaitey dashain was in the end of the month. My mother prayed and made a pledge (bhaakal) for naming me after a goddess and a contribution of a black hen if dad got released, since she’s a extreme Hindu follower.My dad got out from the case and I was named Bhagawati to fulfill the pledge.
Shiva Ram Ghimire
Story: My Nepali teacher during grade 1 changed it. My name was Manish and there was another student named Manish too so he changed my name as my brother name is Shree Ram.
Story: My mom’s name is Namrata, so she called me Sistata.
Story: My mom named me Anil because once she heard it somewhere and she loved the way it sounds . For her it’s a pleasant word to hear.
Story: My mom said I was born in Bijaya Dashami so they named me Bijay.
Amshu Kiran Shahu
Story: My name was AmshuVerma given by my granddad who loved it, but later My dad changed it to Amshu Kiran.
From: Family friend
Story: I was born in India. And was born on Sunday, so one of my parent’s indian friend called me Ravi (since Sunday is known as Ravi Baar there).But, in my school they wrongly registered me as Rabi Bhusal, and the name stayed.
Anupam Raj Bhattarai
Story: Anupam means upama nabhayeko, which refers to being one of the kind. my father loved the name and kept it.
From: Neighbor Aunt
Story: My neighbor aunt gave me my name as she was fan of tales of Robinson Crusoe,after she didnt like the name given to me by the priest which was Suk Bahadur Gurung.
Story: My father once watched Govinda movie,So he kept my name on role the govinda was playing.
Story: My mother named me ajara because it means immortal.
Story: My mom wanted to be creative and she was saving me from a traditional name my baba wanted me to have.
Story: She came across some directors daughters name and loved it. So, she kept my name with that.
Shraddha S Adhikari
Story: Shra is intial of dad’s name and D is of my mom and also it’s my grand mom’s name modified too. So, they kept my name as Shraddha.
Story: There was a serial whose lead character’s name is the one I got, mom loved the serial so she named me after her.
Story: My sister kept my name because she had a friend with this name. But after few years the girl after whose name I was named by died. I dont know the exact meaning of it… but it is closely associated with the word ” शालिन ” which means peaceful.
Story: My father was obsessed with Sridevi, so he kept my name Chandani (after one of her famous characters.)
Aren’t the story so AWEEE!!
Do you have a story behind your name as well? Comment stating what’s the story behind your name and who gave it to you and we will add that in the list above.
What did I learn from previous relationships?
As humans, we are naturally built to crave connection. We want to love and be loved. No wonder, relationships occupy a major part in our lives. But “Happily Ever Afters” do take a lot of time, dedication and effort. Not every one of us are blessed enough to marry our first love. We go through lessons after lessons until we find the right one. But most of them are painful. Can’t we skip them?
Below are the few similar lessons from Quora that people shared from their own personal experiences. I hope these lessons save you from years of heartaches.
You learn self-love.
It is a well known fact that you can only pour out what you have. If you lack love yourself, how are you supposed to give it to another person? Self love is a basic foundation in any relationship. When you respect and value yourself, you can give the same to your partner. Lack of self love leads to low self esteem, which will slowly eat away your relationship.
Andrew Ferebee wrote,
“In several relationships, I would begin prioritizing my partner so heavily that I would stop taking care of myself. Look, you won’t be able to be the man or woman they need if you aren’t taking care of yourself. Eat well, get plenty of sleep, go to the gym, prioritize alone time and realize that all of these activities will make you a better partner… Not a selfish partner.” He continues- “Simply put, without self-love, there can be no love for others. You’ll constantly be using others to gain validation and approval instead of giving yourself validation and approval and then inviting others on the journey with you.“
And honestly, I think this lesson needs to be heard by all.
Communication is the key.
Admit it, no matter how well people claim to know each other, people can’t read minds. And that’s the most important reason why you should always communicate whatever you’re feeling. Silence isn’t always golden, is it? Ankit Verma writes,”Only those relationships work where there is equality, maturity and active vocal communication about the problems, from both sides.” Yes indeed. When you are vocal about your needs and problems, you can sit and fix things like how it should actually be done.
Another thing that you should know is, ” People speak different languages of love“- as Kwasi Baako states. Most of the time, the reason that your relationship isn’t working out is because your language of love doesn’t match with that of your partners. When this happens, s/he may not feel loved despite your best efforts. In such case, the first thing you should do is communicate with each other and solve the misunderstanding.
Keep your dignity- Learn to let Go.
When a relationship ends for the first time, it feels so devastating that you try to hold on – especially when the breakup is coming from the other person. Your mind will play a thousand tricks on you, because it loves the feeling of familiarity. When such a situation arise, know that it’s the time when life is testing you. You clinging to a person who deliberately chose to walk away, is only going to give them an ego boost and nothing more. Don’t give in- trust me, you are only extending your heart break.
Kwasi Baako writes- “NEVER EVER GO BACK TO PEOPLE WHO WALK AWAY FROM YOU — it’s a waste of your time , your energy and the highest form of disrespect to you,”
And yes, that is the truth, no matter how bitter it sounds.
You gotta be independent.
Udita Pal talks about three types of independence that everyone should learn- Financial Independence, Emotional Independence and Social Independence. I don’t even have to explain much because she made it so clear herself.
In her own words-
“There are three kinds of independence I’m talking about.
Financial independence: It doesn’t matter who earns more or less; you need to be at a place where your partner or not you can manage your lifestyle. It would be best if you want a partner, not an ATM.
Emotional Independence: A lot of people go through depression immediately after the breakup, which is normal but you need to understand you are more than someone’s partner and relationship or not -you are still going to exist.
Social Independence: You need to have friends outside the relationship and for sure out of the mutual circle, you need people around you to continually remind you that you have someone other than one person looking out for you. And most importantly, never ignore your parents and close ones for your partner.“
Say yes to healthy boundaries.
Andrew Ferebee says,” You need to know what you will and will not tolerate in a relationship and have the guts to actually enforce that.”
Basically, establish healthy boundaries, communicate them and maintain them. You have to know the difference between healthy and unhealthy compromises in a relationship. When you compromise thinking they would change in the future, you are only sowing unresolved conflicts that will show up one day or the other. If you aren’t happy with your partners’ habit in the beginning, chances are you won’t be happy with it five years down the lane.
In the end,
These are only a few among the hundreds of lessons that people shared on Quora. You can definitely check it if you want to read more. But remember, failed relationships never means that you failed your whole life.
Yes I do understand that it may have been a good relationship. But my darlings, good relationships doesn’t necessarily have to be right ones for you !!!
How is “reading culture” in Nepal?
Everyone can write and everyone must
Untold history of Contemporary Mural Art in Nepal
Things to know before buying a Soft Contact Lens
Your definition of freedom
Timle Ta Haina – Bachchu Kailash
- Knowledge & Infos3 weeks ago
Everyone can write and everyone must
- People & Society3 weeks ago
6 Things you should never say to your Dalit friends
- Editorial4 weeks ago
Rupa Sunar case and a note to myself
- Knowledge & Infos3 weeks ago
Why Dalit should be called Dalit
- Opinion4 weeks ago
Be Anti-Casteist. Non-casteist isn’t enough.
- Editorial3 weeks ago
Open letter to Kmag’ers
- Satire4 weeks ago
Maa doesn’t like…
- Food For Thought4 weeks ago
Culture of Gratitude and appreciation