Sunday, April 26, 2015

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Thursday, April 16, 2015

Family sketch by Suvechhya Sharma


Rabi Timilsina and Nirmala Timilsina 
Ranish Timilsina

Monday, March 30, 2015

SUVECHHYA SHARMA SKETCH BY RANISH TIMILSINA


Monday, October 13, 2014

Dilemma of a Physicist

This is not a memoir, nor a story, not even an article or an open letter. I am writing this just because I had to.  This entire thing is about “she:\”

They say that all the maladies are the bastard child of intense emotion. Well, nobody actually says that except me but you get my point, right? Any way we are deterring off track. So I will try not to waste any more time on anything off topic.

She is in my head so much that sometimes I wish to rip off my limbic system but that would be too painful and also I would die if I would do that. Hmm didn’t seem very dramatic or even romantic, did it? Okay let’s try again, limbic system actually regulates emotion, so if I would tear it off I would feel no emotion but then again it is part of brain and it also controls eating habit, hence I would die if I would do that. Wow this really sucks. Any way physics has been my forte rather than biology. So let’s try this again but this time with physics.

She was someone or rather the only one that ever affected me. I have always wondered what was so special about the photon reflected from her body; did they change into some high energy particle as soon as they encountered her? There was always something magical about them. Sometimes I would find myself even jealous of those photons. Some how she is like neutrino, trapped between Majorana and Dirac. I can only feel her antiparticle right now. Antiparticle seems like a metaphor for her lack of presence. Dirac says that antiparticle is just a particle going back in time. He tells me that she is not here with me right now because she has gone back in time, and maybe I should too for I see a million reason why she is not with me, why I don't interest her. The past has been a constant source of pain; I have filled copies with theories of time travel just so that possibly I could change everything. I worked out number and figures on harmonic nature of universe just so that I could travel in eons of time to do one thing but you guessed it, I couldn't. So I look at Majorana for help, Majorana seems like a distant brother from a different frame of time. He says that every particle is its own anti particle. He tells me that she is here as well as not here; now that's encouraging and discouraging at the same time. Where as is that blasted Schrodinger's cat when you need him? But as I heed Majorana’s words I realize that they are true for I am invisible in her life in spite of my presence.  I live in my own delusion but she has moved on, I am invisible to her. My entire existence doesn’t make a slightest dent in her universe.


So I move on my own path which seems curved, almost like a circle but I know it is not circle, I have no equations that tell me that, it is just an intuition. I can only hope to be walking on a parabolic path and she is at its DirectX. No matter how far we are the day I get closest to my focus, I get closest to her but the reality can not be ignored. I can only get close but can never be together.



Thursday, October 9, 2014

Virgin Lucie

Virgin Lucie one day came down with a cold
To cause fever, cough and running nose except rhino virus who could be so bold?
Even two weeks later her antibody body had not won
It is not a cold her CD4 T lymphocyte must have sworn
“Who art thou you invisible foe” her defense mechanism shriveled
But all that evil virus did was giggle
At hospital diagnosis showed everything was clean
T’was so sickening but nothing was to be seen!
2 Months later now slim she again went for a check up
But what the result showed gave her mother some darn hiccup
Her blood work showed appreciable HIV antibody count
Signaling that poor Lucie had probably undergone some mount
Now as the truth started to sink in
Her esophagus candidly quoth “Mother I am no virgin”




A Perturbed Genius


I had a vision of a great man, emerged 
in the silence of the brilliant darkness
He had a frail face; he was old 
and with all the wisdom in the world
He had seen the post apocalypse and plague
He seemed to be muttering something
“He doesn’t play dice, I don’t shhink he does”

He seemed to be tortured by something
Perhaps by his silence for so long a time
Fame was his prostitute and he enjoyed her
Not anymore, it seems, but we never know
He is troubled, very much troubled

“If you don’t like it, find another universe”
Nature is no Dick’s spawn!

Perhaps they were too hard on him
Perhaps intuition alone was not enough
Perhaps the wait was not for nothing
Perhaps the string is now whoring out! 




(The word "Dick" used is not the slang but the nickname of Nobel Laureate Richard Phillips Feynman. We had some blog followers having this confusion.) 




Tuesday, October 7, 2014

My little daisy

She is the daisy in the morning sunshine
The most beautiful one you hope to see,
My little ‘little’ sister, the angel in disguise
Closest to my heart, my sweet little darling

Her voice has a subtle magic in it,
Believe you may not, but yes it is
For her tone, as delightful
As the chirp of the morning lark,
 Sweeps away the anguish
Of the devil hours of stress

I wish I was able to put it in words
Her elegance, her magnificence,
And the subtle beauty she magically hides;
She is nasty, my nasty little love,
The love of my life, my little sister!






My Little ‘Big’ Sister

Her countenance belittles Marilyn Monroe,
My little ‘big’ sister, my lovely sister
Dear to me, oh yes and bright, and frivolous,
Like a frolicking fairy in the cloud of wonder

After all the stress of the day, it is
So soothingly wonderful to talk to her
I could talk all night, and not be tired,
With a constant smile and with all joy

My own sister (‘tis a wish of mine), the only wish
If shall be granted, that would be it
And together we would build happy roads
Where she and me, with a grin so wide,
Take a stroll for as long
As the eternity flows



Monday, July 7, 2014

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