Friday, February 27, 2009

Slumdog Millionaire

7 days Proposal and Report writing program conducted by NGO-FONIN in support of DANIDA-HUGOU at Paradise Hotel, Jamal.
Going regular to Hotel and take class it became a used to habit so that I felt damn awkward to come back my business work and tried my best to find out the solution to be refreshed.

In the period of training session my uncle had offered me to have a look to Slumdog Millionaire and in the meantime had talked to Didi Mala (Lecturer of Hattisar Campus) regarding the movie, even she emphasized was substantial, then decided to go Kumari Cinema Hall. It was my first time as a viewer of this Hall with a big excitement. I had heard so many esteem of this film by television, paper moreover the film was awarded 8 Oscar. I definitely had more expectation from this movie so that did not see any reluctant to pay 200 Rupees. In this excitement I was accompanied with my brother Nabin Lohorung(University Student).

Slumdog Millionaire

Directed by - Danny Boyle

Loveleen Tandan (Co-director)

Jamal K. Malik - Dev Patel

Prem Kumar - Anil Kapoor

Latika - Freida Pinto

Youngest Jamal - Ayush Mahesh Khedekar

Youngest Latika - Rubiana Ali

The story of Jamal Malik, an 18 year-old orphan from the slums of Mumbai, who is about to experience the biggest day of his life. With the whole nation watching, he is just one question away from winning a staggering 20 million rupees on India's "Who Wants To Be A Millionaire?" “KAUN BANEKA KAROD PATI” in Hindi Version. But when the show breaks for the night, police arrest him on suspicion of cheating; how could a street kid know so much? Desperate to prove his innocence, Jamal tells the story of his life in the slum where he and his brother grew up, of their adventures together on the road, of vicious encounters with local gangs, and of Latika, the girl he loved and lost. Each chapter of his story reveals the key to the answer to one of the game show's questions. Each chapter of Jamal's increasingly layered story reveals where he learned the answers to the show's seemingly impossible quizzes. But one question remains a mystery: what is this young man with no apparent desire for riches really doing on the game show? When the new day dawns and Jamal returns to answer the final question, the Inspector and sixty million viewers are about to find out. At the heart of its story telling lies the question of how anyone comes to know the things they know about life and love.

Eighteen year old Jamal Malik is having an amazing answering streak on the Indian version of the television game show, "Who Wants to Be a Millionaire". He's only one correct question away from the big prize. However, some, including those associated with the game show, question how someone like Jamal, a self confessed non-genius who grew up in the slums of Mumbai, can be doing so well on the show when others who are brighter, more educated and wealthier than him have failed. Is Jamal cheating? Is it purely luck that they have asked him the questions to which he knows the answers? Seeing Jamal's life journey to this point ultimately answers these questions. His life journey includes being orphaned at an early age; growing up with an older brother, Salim, who was both his guardian/protector and antagonist; and having a relationship since childhood with another orphaned child, a girl named Latika. His motivation for being on the show also may provide some answers to his success. Perhaps it was all just meant to be.

In Mumbai, the eighteen year-old orphan from the slums Jamal Malik is tortured by the policemen in a precinct accused of cheating a game show. Jamal, who has no education and works in a call center serving tea, is close to wining twenty million rupees in the show "Who Wants to Be a Millionaire?" hosted by Prem Kumar, giving precise answers to the questions and raising suspicion of fraud. The police inspector shows the videotape and after each question, Jamal tells parts of his childhood with his brother Salim, his crush for Latika and their fight to survive on the streets to justify each correct answer, guided by his common sense and past experience, and prove his innocence.

Friday, February 20, 2009

Wednesday, February 18, 2009


My Two days visit in martin chautari

First day- Tuesday, 2009, 02, 16
To talk about martin chautari I had never been there before. First time my visit of martin chautari remained thankful task. I even did not know where it lies. I started eleven numbers of racing from maitighar, meandering roads, I hardly found it after fifteen minutes of walking.
Sharp three o’clock open discussion began where room was fully occupied the by the participants. A Beautiful small hall, thatched roof moderate shape, had around fifty five people gathered. The topic was” highways of social research in Nepal” presented by a professor of Philadelphia once upon a time but she has been long time spending in Nepal in course of research of nepali history. Her nepali language was perfect. It was as normal as nepali speaker. When she started speaking nepali, I thought, as if she is nepali. Her sound was so articulate.
I felt guilty of not being spoken nepali, I always tried to speak English instead. It was anyways awful condition I experienced.
As she kept explaining, the pouncing points, of overall subject matter, concentrated upon post- colony in Nepal. It has encompassed everywhere. According to her study, the history of Nepal was beyond the fact before 1950. Its culture and language had been destroyed by any means.
There was many important things done like university discourse, western theory and post-conflict situation in Nepal.

Second day- Wednesday, 2009, 03, 17
“Teaching social science in private colleges of TU” envoys were Amar prasai from campaion college and sandesh dhakal Xavier international college. Their periphery was on discourses that we are using in university are outdated. It means the discourses are nolonger equivalent in the world. Sandesh dhakal focused on technical parts, on the contrary amar prasai pointed out contemporary issues spread out top to bottom, political epicenter to circle of intelligentsia. ‘There is no parity in academy,’ they said. They also confessed in front of us not being as professor but as a friend. I really appreciate it. They were saying that they are not serving but they are surviving.
As a participant I also got change to ask question that I liked. Interestingly, we were asked question the reason that to be the student of behavioral science instead of natural science. Participants responded various answer. Many people had no similar circumstances.
I tried to find the way of solving piloted problems through professors because Tribhuwan University and Private Colleges are now on the verse of showing finger each other.
We do not know how long the turmoil will be prolonged

Monday, February 9, 2009

पत्रकार प्रख्यात मनोवैज्ञानिक डाक्टर कहाँ जान हडबडाइरहेको थियो। प्रख्यात मनोवज्ञानिक हुनाले आफुले भन्न खोजेको कुराहरु अगाडिनै थाहा पाउन सक्छन होला भन्ने कुराले सतैरहेको थियो उन्को लेख पहिले पत्रीकामा प्रकासित भएको थियो। उन्को खुल्दुली मेट्न उ कहाँ पुग्न ठुलै पेरिश्रम गर्नुपरेको थियो उनको जीवनी सुन्न उतिनै देखी जागेको थियो। मनोविज्ञानसम्बन्धित आधारहरु पहिलो पटक प्रकाशित लेखले विश्वाभरी चर्चा पाएको थियो। सर्वजानिक माद्यमहरुमा उनको बिरलै उपस्थित हुने गर्थ्यो। नगन्य पत्रकार मात्र उनी कहाँ पुग्ने गर्दथे। सबैको प्रश्न एउटै थियो मनोबैज्ञानिक बिशेषता सम्बन्धी । तर पत्रकार महोदय उनका जिबनी जान्न थियो बुझ्नु थियो र पत्रीकामा प्रकासित गरेर सबैलाई बुझाउन थियो। दिउसो को तीन बजे मेरो घरमा आउनुभनिएको रहेछ। उनी तमतयार भएर मनमा खुल्दुली उत्साह डर बोकेर लाग्छन । घर रहेछ पुरानो शैलिको तर पक्रती सग नजिक जस्तो भानहुने । एउटा अधबैसे मनिसले लिएर जान्छन जहाँ एउटा कोठामा किताब पढिरहेका थिए। जब मनोवैज्ञानीक् लाई देख्छन पत्रकार छक्क पर्छन।
खेर डाक्टर साबले मुसुक्क हासो सगै पत्रकारको आसय बताउछन। पत्रकार पनि के कम उसले पनि धेरै पहिले उस्को लेख पढेको र त्यही जिबनी जान्ने इच्छा बताउछन डाक्टर साबलाई देखेर पत्रकारको धेरै सोचाइ आइसकेको थियो । सरल स्वभाबका मनोबैज्ञानिक पत्रकारका लागि कुनै कठिनाई थिएन। सानो बाकस बाट धमिराले छेउमा छेउमा खाइसकेको डायरी थमाउछन पत्रकारलाई। र भन्छन यो मेरो जिबनी हो । मैले कसैलाई दिएको छैन। यही हो मेरो जिबन गाथा।
पत्रकार कोठातिर लाग्छन। बाहिर चकमन्न थियो । बिजुलीबत्ती बलेको थिएन कोठा पुग्ने बित्तिकै हतारिदै मैन्बत्ती बालेर बिस्तारै खोल्छन । डायरीको हालत धराप थियो। पहिलो पानामा उनको नाम र मिती लेखिएको थियो। अर्को पाना पल्टाउछन। लेथिएको छ अध्यय२: उनको आमाले लेखेका दैनिकी थियो। छोरोको चिन्ता दिन् रात सास्ती लेखिएको थियो। अध्याय ३:एक्लो हुनुको उकुस्मुकुस, जिबन यापनको क्रममा ४:स्कुले जिबन लेखिएको थियो । छोराको पढाईप्रती अनिच्छा, अल्छि व्यबहार,र उनले पिरोलेका प्रत्यक पल ५:आमाका इच्छा बिगत बर्तमान र कलेज जिबन अन्तिम पानामा लेखिएको थियो आमाले राखेको पैसा चोर्न फुटाएको बाकस भित्र आमाले लेखेको डायरी बारेमा उल्लेख गरिएको थियो। त्यही डायरी ले नै उनको जिबन परिवर्तन गराएको साथै यौबनकाल्का अवस्था कसरी बिते भन्ने बारे थियो। त्यसको एक दिन पछी बिहानै जिबनी छपिएछ। एक स्कुले मास्टरले पढ्न भ्यएछ। उनलाई उक्त कथा बच्चाहरुको लागि उपयोगी होला भनेर दिउसो विद्यार्थीहरुलाई सुनाउने बिचार जागेछ र भनेछ पनि।
कथाको अन्त्यमा विद्यार्थीहरुले बुझेका छन् कि छैनन भनेर सोधेछन ल अब भन यो कथाको आदर्श पात्र को थियो? सबैले हात उठाएर भनेछन डाक्टरको आमा भनेर तर त्यती मध्ये एक जनाले चाँही उठाएनछ। मास्टरले तिमीले बुझेनौ भनी सोधेछन। उनले भनेछन यदी सबैजना आमा जस्तै हुनेहोभने डाक्टर को बन्ने त? म डाक्टर बन्न चाहुन्छु मेरो आदर्श आमाभन्दा डाक्टर हुन

Thursday, February 5, 2009

'ROOM TO READ' John Wood

‘The serving hands are greater than that of praising tongue’. What you gained and lost in your life is as inevitable part that every human being measures and weighs their lives through tasks they did. No wonder how big task it is or how tiny it is as compared. There are few true heroes who have truly devoted entire life for better world. They are really great always ready helping for needy. It is said that unless u lose something you gain nothing. The life itself is reciprocal. In order to get what u think good should be able to overcome the hurdles. No repentance of how luxurious life it was and valuable thing.
After reading john wood’s “leaving Microsoft to change the world”, many of us have known about the harsh reality that the pathetic condition in developing world especially in Nepal, India, and Vietnam. Overall the book is written in narrative form. But In somewhere in the middle of the book is in descriptive form. John wood, as he describes about his white color job per month $17000 dollar in a month world’s top reputed company, Microsoft, is ready for denouncing it to help hundreds of thousand children by providing books who are deprived of getting education due to poverty.
By peeping through wood’s book “leaving Microsoft to change the world” it is not hard to find out the circumstances of the world we live. And formation of society in which the way of perception and living is different from person to person. There are innumerous helpful key terms must have in a man that can be learned through john’s experiences. Moreover it has been turning point of his career. “Even though to get job like Microsoft again is not as easy as we think, to assist humanitarian assistance for ten of thousands children by opening ‘room to read’ is best humanity” he thinks’.
According to author, his childhood days had been spent among books. What I was touched most that in the midnight outside full of silence, but on author’s hand there is sound of fellows of book. There are clear images we can draw plight of country as he explained that no material in school, students with no books.
His unquenched thirst for reading books came up with successful end when his meeting with pasupati would be in bahundanda. Humbly request for providing some books to school kids has fertilized his passion of reading books of his childhood days. At school there was nothing besides full of lack, no provisions it had whereas a school must have. The beginning towards the stride from Microsoft to room to read the vicious circle of poverty that many children are prevented from privileges of being educated is supposed to be driving forces.
This book is written with compassion of well wishers and donors. Techniques to run non- profitable organization are remarkable that all donors were induced to assist financially. In the name of charity, country like Nepal, millions rupees have been collapsed due to proper management as stimulated. The author is however seen to have overcome the problems.
It is certain that the credit for the achievement of dreamt 'room to read' go to those savior faire whose tiny efforts have enlightened the world. Writer’s perpetual devotion is as Para-mount weighty lesson throughout the book. By reading it I am sure that there will be open the window from where we can watch and feel the world nearer.