A Samakoshi Resident abducts a Goat

Stuti Basnyet, a resident of Samakoshi, was apparently shaken by the festival sacrifices that she decides to save the goat her family purchased by kidnapping the animal from Basnyet Niwas.

Basnyet was heading home from a get-together at one of her friend's. She saw the goat calmly masticating on some greens. Distraught, she unleashed the goat and tried to drag the goat away. However, the goat seemed to be too preoccupied eating the foliage, and irritated by change in its status quo. So Basnyet drugged it to sleep, and carried it outside her home, and paid someone to have it transported to the central zoo in Jawlakhel. The zoo had declined to give asylum to the goat, and no whereabouts of the goat can be found after that.

According to the statement given by miss Basnyet, she became attached to the goat since it wakes her up every day at five in the morning. She recalls a vivid childhood memory of seeing the severed head of a goat that she had befriended and named during a dasain festival.

The local authorities had contemplated on whether to term this heist a kidnapping, since although the subject was not a human being, the act was done against the will. However, Basnyet has gained much appreciation from the public by her act. She maintains a blog site, and she has recently written an article regarding this.
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Frantic Knives

The Khukuris are getting more frantic by the day.

This is the time where tethered goats replace roosters to dutifully wake people up before it morns, make tiny heaps of neat brown pellets all over the place, and steep in (around the house) their distinct smell that even infuses in their cheeses.

Imagine being the fateful, consecrated knife. a stiff yourself, held by a pair of calloused hands. Imagine being raised in the air, held there momentarily. You would probably squeeze your eyes tightly shut and already dread that momentous arc your path will trace, through the nape of that hapless creature, who, by the way, is nowhere near guessing that it is nearing its biotic expiration.

Imagine that you hear the grunt of the beheader as he skillfully jumps off the ground, so as to put a full momentum onto your motion, and flings you down; feel the pain of the blow when you meet the neck bone; feel the the momentary darkness as you traverse through the body; and the crash onto the earth to break your motion.
You feel the thin trickle of blood running towards your tip, and you hear a soft thud of the beast's head somewhere nearby. You hear yourself say: one life spent, twenty people happy. I am tired. no more, please.

The first time I saw a beheading of a goat, I was watching from the terrace, and I had this experience that I was falling down to the ground. The other beheading that I saw was of a buffalo in the movie Apocalypse Now- worse still, it was done in a slow motion, and the movie cleverly showed a super sharp machete slicing off the beast's fat neck, the fleshy part of which shakes like a jelly. ugh!! And yes, I still have not, and never will, watch that video of beheading of the Nepali prisoners in Iraq.

What a dreadful way to revere a goddess, wouldn't you say? If it were people in place of beasts, and some religion did fully justify the sacrifices, would it still be tolerated? And where should we draw the line? Or should we just be purely logical about the whole process and claim the rights by our supreme position in the food pyramid?

Phil within me likes to sophize thus...

Marriage at Atul's

I was talking about the card game. There were six of us. I lost about 100 bucks. Which is not THAT much. I was anticipating a loss like that. I just did not know I would be due that much so soon :) I lost every hand. In one, I managed to just break even. But that was all.

Which brings me to a hypothesis: around pros, you never get lucky.

But the game was interesting while 'it lasted'. it was fun to see speculations running wild, stratagems to fake the players, and the rival strategies at work.

Card makes fantastic games... it is an interesting tool to employ your mind. That's why there's such thing as addiction to gambling.
Let me illustrate: I believe that every great thing in life has addiction- gambling, alcohol, drugs. NOT because god doesnt want us to indulge, BUT because we havent evolved to that stage where our minds are strong enough. MAYBE drugs are going to be staple diets for the next supreme being after humans (they're coming- haven't you watched The Matrix?)

Kalcha II: Reloaded

You know, Kale gets visitors. I almost envy his life. He gets visited by the guys from Mount Everest Kennel Club. And they're so particular about whether Kale's leading an enviably healthy life. None of my visitors ask that.

Kalcha has gone a-stray now. We respect his judgment, but I hate it when he decides to come home if he's hungry. A friend actually thought he has grown fatter! So I guess we don't have to worry about him now.

Q: Why don't you see dogs wearing watches?
A: Because they already got all the ticks.

This one I borrowed: Which side of Kale is hairier? The outside.