Jim Carrey In Commencement Speech: ‘Choose Love’ And ‘Do Beautiful Things’

July 25, 2016

Published at Huffington Post

Actor Jim Carrey wishes more people could realize “all their dreams and wealth and fame,” just so they “could see that it’s not where they’re gonna find their sense of completion.”

Carrey told this to graduates last weekend at the commencement ceremony for Maharishi University of Management in Fairfield, Iowa. All students at the school practice Transcendental Meditation, something Carrey does as well.

“Like many of you, I was concerned about going out into the world and doing something bigger than myself, until someone smarter than myself made me realize that there is nothing bigger than myself,” Carrey said. “ My soul is not contained within the limits of my body, my body is contained within the limitlessness of my soul.”

Carrey is best known as a comedic actor starring in everything from “In Living Color,” “Ace Ventura” and “Dumb & Dumber” to more recent films like “Bruce Almighty” and “Kick Ass 2.”

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आ-आफ्नै सगरमाथा

Juny 10, 2016
निशा अधिकारी, नायिका /सगरमाथा आरोही। तस्बिरः चन्द्रशेखर कार्की

‘ दुनियाँले चिन्छन् भनेर पहाड नचढ्नू। संसार हेर्न उक्लेको हो भने, कुरा अर्कै हो।’

ट्रेकिङबाट फर्केको तीन साता भयो। तर, ह्याङओभर बाँकीनै छ।

म कुनै हिमाल चढेर फर्केको होइन। मैले सक्ने कुरा पनि होइन। करिब १४ हजार फिटसम्म पुग्न सकेकोमा म आफैंलाई पटक पटक धाप मार्दै छु।

यस्तो लाग्दैछ, मानौं सगरमाथा चढेर फर्किएको हुँ। नलाग्नु पनि किन? हामी सबैको जीवनमा आ-आफ्नै निजी सगरमाथा हुन्छ। पोलिस पर्वतारोही वाण्डा रूटकिविकका शब्द हुन् ‘चढ्नको निम्ति, हामी सबैसँग आफ्नै सगरमाथा हुन्छ।’

हो त नि, गहिरिएर हेरेँ-हामी सबैसँग आफूले आरोहरण गर्नु आ-आफ्नै सगरमाथा छ। लाङटाङ ट्रेकिङ जाँदा बाटोमा एक जना भाइसँग परिचय भयो। उसका निम्ति सगरमाथा भनेको आर्मीमा भर्ना हुनु हो। सके ब्रिटिस आर्मी, नसके ईन्डियन आर्मीसम्म पुग्ने सगरमाथा। १० हजार फिटमा चिया दोकान थापेर बसेकी पेमा शेर्पाका निम्ति सगरमाथाको शिखर भनेको हिमालको चुचुरो होइन, खाडीको मरूभूमी हो। ‘अब दुई महिनामा त कतार जाने भिसा आउँछ होला, यता बसेर त बच्चा पढाउनै गाह्रो,’ दुख: छिपाउन फिस्स हासिन् पेमा। मैले वाण्डालाई सम्झेँ, ‘चढ्नको निम्ति, हामी सबैसँग आफ्नै सगरमाथा हुन्छ।’

वाण्डाको बारेमा थाहा पाएको धेरै भएको छैन। पर्वतारोहरणका पाना पल्टाउँदै जाँदा संयोगवश वाण्डासँग ठोक्किन पुगेँ। उनी बाचेकी भए, एक झलक देख्न चाहन्थेँ। एक साँझ भरी उनलाई सुन्न चाहन्थेँ... कहिलेकाही, मलाई पृथ्वीबाट हिँडिसकेकासँग पनि प्रित गास्न मन लाग्छ। उमेर र कालको सीमा नाघेर पनि मायाका गीत लेख्न मन लाग्छ। सन १९४३ मा जन्मेकी वाण्डा जम्मा ४९ वर्ष पृथ्वीमा रहिन्। विश्वमा रहेको आठ हजार फिटभन्दा अग्ला १४ शिखर मध्ये ८ शिखर आरोहरण गरेकी वाण्डा विश्व ईतिहासको महानतम् महिला पर्वतारोही हुन्। सगरमाथा चढ्ने उनी तेस्रो महिला हुन् भने आरोहरणका दृष्टिले संसारमा सबैभन्दा मुस्किल पहाड मानिने माउण्ट केटु शिखर (जो विश्वको दोस्रो अग्लो पर्वत पनि हो) चढ्ने पहिलो महिला हुन्। अन्नपूर्ण साउथ त उनले ‘सोलो’ चढिदिइन्। सन् १९९२ मा कन्चनजंघा अभियानबाट फर्कने दौरान उनले आफ्नो ज्यान गुमाइन्। बिशाल हिमालयमा उनी एक्लै पनि हिड्थिन्, सहयोगीको लावा लस्कर साथ होइन। पर्वतारोहणमा लाग्नुभन्दा पहिला वाण्डाको रूची ‘हेभी मोटरसाइकल’ कुदाउँने थियो। सन १९६१ को गर्मी महिनाको एक दिन, हाइवेमा दौडिरहेको उनको मोटरसाइकलको तेल सकियो। उनले हात हल्लाएर सहयोग मागिन्। कुनै वाहन रोकिएन। धेरै पछि एउटा मोटर साइकल रोकियो। जो रोकियो, त्यसको पछिल्लो सिटमा बसेको मानिससँग वाण्डाको मित्रता स्थापित भयो। पछाडि सिटको मान्छे पर्वतारोहरणमा रूची राख्थ्यो। त्यही मान्छेको मित्रताले वाण्डालाई पर्वतारोहरणमा तान्यो। दुबैले मिलेर फाल्कन पर्वत चढे।

त्यसपछि पहाडसँग वाण्डाको यस्तो प्रित बस्यो, जुन प्रेमका लागि वाण्डाले आफ्नो ज्यानसमेत दिइन्। सन् १९९२ मा कन्चनजंघा आरोहरणबाट फर्कदै गर्दा उनले आफ्नो अन्तिम सास लिइन्। वाण्डाको लाश आजसम्म भेटिएको छैन। हिमालयसँग उनको प्रेम थियो। आफ्नो प्रेमीकै काखमा, सदाका लागि विलिन् भइन् वाण्डा। जुन युग र प्रविधिमा वाण्डाले आठ हजार फिट माथिका त्यतिका शिखर चुमिन्, त्यो युग पर्वतारोहरणका हिसाबले आज जस्तो सरल थिएन। पर्वतारोहरण, आज पनि सजिलो छैन तर वाण्डाको समयमा कयौं गुणा दुष्कर थियो। त्यसै कारण, वाण्डा रूटकिविकको नाम बेजोड-बेमिसाल छ। अब आउने सुदूर भविष्यसम्म पनि, महिला पर्वतारोहीका रूपमा पर्वतारोहणका वाण्डा रूटविकका किर्तिमानलाई छुन सजिलो छैन।

कालजयी छ उनको अमूल्य वचन्- ‘चढ्नको निम्ति, हामी सबैसँग आफ्नै सगरमाथा हुन्छ।’

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Let’s Visit Nepal

Juny 08, 2016
Posted on welcomenepal

I had an extra-ordinary opportunity to travel across the western Nepal on a bus-trip along the dangerous roads which are made between very high mountains. Trisuli and Kaligandaki rivers flow just besides these very curvy roads. Rafters across scary waves of Trisuli are often seen while riding through these buses. Buses often stop at some of the small motels/hotels in the middle of the highway for the relaxation of travelers. Food and tea these motels provide has its own local taste.

Tourists do not go that far most of the time unless they are familiar with somebody in the area. Travel agencies often limit the tourists to these famous trekking sites like Nagarkot, Jomsom or Mt. Everest area. Most of the travelers do not realize that Nepal is much more than these few locations.

Lot of foreign travellers often come associated with some NGOs/INGOs like Care Nepal International, Red Cross Society, etc and have been observed travelling as far as Dadeldhura and Doti District of Nepal. JICA International associates from Japan are often seen contributing in the health care industries in the most remote parts of the country.

Pokhara is definitely the first destination for most of the tourists who visit Nepal. Davis Falls is one of the wonders in the world which looks as if lying in some bottomless pit. One of the visiting tourist by the name of Davis is said to have falled down the stream while visiting the spot. Phewa Lake with a temple in the middle of it is one of the most romantic destinations in Pokhara. At a very low cost, the visitors are allowed to boat around the Phewa Lake.

Posted on Nepal Tourism Board Web site Posted on Nepal Tourism Board Web site

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In Nepal, where the slavery journey begins

Mayy 31, 2016

Published at Huffington Post, By Monique Villa

One year after the earthquake, Nepal has become the poorest country in Asia, surpassing Afghanistan. Last week, I visited the Kathmandu valley for a few days as part of a fact-finding trip organised by the Freedom Fund, an organization funding NGOs fighting slavery in the frontlines.

Trafficking here is an endemic sickness in this beautiful country, where people have to migrate to find work and send money home. Often they fall prey to traffickers and slavers ready to take advantage of the most vulnerable. It is estimated that one Nepalese in 100 is subject to some form of slavery today.

I was able to see the worst and the best during this trip. The worst: the police stations where Nepalese dream to work because these are the places where you can become rich -all from corruption. The worst: children who have been sold and re-sold endlessly for the sexual gratification of people with no shred of morale.

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Three Questions

Mayy 20, 2016

It once occurred to a certain king, that if he always knew the right time to begin everything; if he knew who were the right people to listen to, and whom to avoid; and, above all, if he always knew what was the most important thing to do, he would never fail in anything he might undertake.

And this thought having occurred to him, he had it proclaimed throughout his kingdom that he would give a great reward to any one who would teach him what was the right time for every action, and who were the most necessary people, and how he might know what was the most important thing to do.

And learned men came to the King, but they all answered his questions differently.

In reply to the first question, some said that to know the right time for every action, one must draw up in advance, a table of days, months and years, and must live strictly according to it. Only thus, said they, could everything be done at its proper time. Others declared that it was impossible to decide beforehand the right time for every action; but that, not letting oneself be absorbed in idle pastimes, one should always attend to all that was going on, and then do what was most needful. Others, again, said that however attentive the King might be to what was going on, it was impossible for one man to decide correctly the right time for every action, but that he should have a Council of wise men, who would help him to fix the proper time for everything.

But then again others said there were some things which could not wait to be laid before a Council, but about which one had at once to decide whether to undertake them or not. But in order to decide that, one must know beforehand what was going to happen. It is only magicians who know that; and, therefore, in order to know the right time for every action, one must consult magicians.

Equally various were the answers to the second question. Some said, the people the King most needed were his councillors; others, the priests; others, the doctors; while some said the warriors were the most necessary.

To the third question, as to what was the most important occupation: some replied that the most important thing in the world was science. Others said it was skill in warfare; and others, again, that it was religious worship.

All the answers being different, the King agreed with none of them, and gave the reward to none. But still wishing to find the right answers to his questions, he decided to consult a hermit, widely renowned for his wisdom.

The hermit lived in a wood which he never quitted, and he received none but common folk. So the King put on simple clothes, and before reaching the hermit's cell dismounted from his horse, and, leaving his body-guard behind, went on alone.

When the King approached, the hermit was digging the ground in front of his hut. Seeing the King, he greeted him and went on digging. The hermit was frail and weak, and each time he stuck his spade into the ground and turned a little earth, he breathed heavily.

The King went up to him and said: "I have come to you, wise hermit, to ask you to answer three questions: How can I learn to do the right thing at the right time? Who are the people I most need, and to whom should I, therefore, pay more attention than to the rest? And, what affairs are the most important, and need my first attention?"

The hermit listened to the King, but answered nothing. He just spat on his hand and recommenced digging.

"You are tired," said the King, "let me take the spade and work awhile for you."

"Thanks!" said the hermit, and, giving the spade to the King, he sat down on the ground.

When he had dug two beds, the King stopped and repeated his questions. The hermit again gave no answer, but rose, stretched out his hand for the spade, and said:

"Now rest awhile-and let me work a bit."

But the King did not give him the spade, and continued to dig. One hour passed, and another. The sun began to sink behind the trees, and the King at last stuck the spade into the ground, and said:

"I came to you, wise man, for an answer to my questions. If you can give me none, tell me so, and I will return home."

"Here comes some one running," said the hermit, "let us see who it is."

The King turned round, and saw a bearded man come running out of the wood. The man held his hands pressed against his stomach, and blood was flowing from under them. When he reached the King, he fell fainting on the ground moaning feebly. The King and the hermit unfastened the man's clothing. There was a large wound in his stomach. The King washed it as best he could, and bandaged it with his handkerchief and with a towel the hermit had. But the blood would not stop flowing, and the King again and again removed the bandage soaked with warm blood, and washed and rebandaged the wound. When at last the blood ceased flowing, the man revived and asked for something to drink. The King brought fresh water and gave it to him. Meanwhile the sun had set, and it had become cool. So the King, with the hermit's help, carried the wounded man into the hut and laid him on the bed. Lying on the bed the man closed his eyes and was quiet; but the King was so tired with his walk and with the work he had done, that he crouched down on the threshold, and also fell asleep--so soundly that he slept all through the short summer night. When he awoke in the morning, it was long before he could remember where he was, or who was the strange bearded man lying on the bed and gazing intently at him with shining eyes.

"Forgive me!" said the bearded man in a weak voice, when he saw that the King was awake and was looking at him.

"I do not know you, and have nothing to forgive you for," said the King.

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