Archive for the ‘Kathmandu Valley’ Category
Blink and you’ll miss it – KU Art+Design’s week-long exhibition at the Nepal Art Council in Babar Mahal is the creative explosion of a generation of graduates from Kathmandu University’s Bachelor of Fine Arts, and unless you’re one of those hapless fools tasked to “draft” our constitution down the road, I’d recommend getting there by […]
<em> Wherein a tone-deaf MC and a jetlagged headliner fail to derail a sonic ride at the City Museum Kathmandu</em> After a season’s worth of delays, the City Museum Kathmandu opened discreetly on May 5 with a series of guided tours by its indefatigable Director, Kashish Das Shrestha. Those in the know had already sneaked […]
Over the years, Nepal has hosted any number of events related to climate change, hardly surprising considering we live in the shadow of the Himalaya, the ‘third pole’. Receding glaciers and Glacial Lake Outburst Floods (GLOFs) are only, if you’ll excuse the pun, the tip of the iceberg in this regard. Many such events have […]
Please be seated by 4, noted the ticket, but by the time the MC began to gush about how lucky we were that Pandit Hari Prasad Chaurasia was in the house, it was close to 5. And she wasn’t even in the programme. ‘When was the last time you saw classical music in Nepal,’ she […]
It was, you could say, a Valentine’s Day Massacre. Perhaps all the waiters in Kathmandu were distracted, lovelorn, unable to keep their minds on the job. If you were out there staring gloopily into some significant other’s eyes, you were unlikely to have been much bothered either. For those of us who were most certainly […]
A farce unfolded at the Reporters’ Club at the end of the first day of the bandh, during which enforcers (or vigilantes, depending on who you believe) attacked several members of the public, including journalists. NEFIN general secretary Ang Kaji Sherpa began by apologising, but then launched into a rant against the media, threatening to […]
The tableau is all too famliar. You walk out into the streets at the end of the day, no longer marvelling at the incongruousness of a city of pedestrians on the move.