This photo essay was published on the Kathmandu Post on July 6, 2013
“The internet doesn’t work. So, have you taken any books to read?” he says.
“Have you started on your GRE practice book?” she asks.
“So, after all these years in business school, you end up teaching ABCD to the children?” they say.
"What are you doing for your personal development?” “What?”
And here I am. In a place called “Simle” which is not even 50 kilometers away from Kathmandu and yet, we expect a bus to move smoothly to and from the city only after Dashain (most probably).
“What am I doing for my personal development?” you ask me.
I would have missed it if I were busy reading a book based on someone else’s awesome adventure.
I would have never realized it if I were busy eating oreos that are packed in my bags.
The amount of work they do every day is unimaginable.
You have to actually work on protecting it against the grazing animals until the plants get bigger.
Milk gets ruined on the way to the market and is not possible to be sold. Yet, they say this place is a heaven now compared to the time few years ago when they had to walk all day to buy a packet of salt.
Do you know children here think “coconut” is a biscuit and not a fruit?
Yet, it makes you happy that they are willing to submit wrong answers without any fear.
There is so much to do, so much to achieve, so much to strive for but so little time.
This is more than any personal development I would have gotten sitting inside the four walls of an office making vouchers or business plans or preparing a presentation slide for tomorrow’s meeting.
P.S. – I have so many faces. Guess who am I?