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DEEPESH KARKI
My eyes shifted from TV to the vestige of pages that were once part of a great morning paper. Involuntarily, my fingers kept pressing on the remote and thus generating a wide array of sound bites and flickers on the screen. The sound bites varied from usual kitsch of Hindi movie songs, screeches of Meerkats, solemnity of Yoga, Led Zepplines lead guitar, Anderson Cooper’s reporting, Indian Cricket team’s analysis, Pedantic news from Nepal TV and of course Teletubbies saying oh-oh. Everything together brought forth the amalgam of pastiche and cultivated into intermittent “Boum” like sound something like which had echoed inside Mrs. Moores head in Passage to India. Well, sounds bites were trying to reconcile but before they could I turn down the volume...Cursory glance on the editorial page, skimmed through articles pertaining the politics and economic upheaval of Nepal. There were few articles on Nepali tinsel town and Friday night parties in the capital. —dipeshkarki.blogspot.com