“Allow yourself to feel.” – Tristan Gribbin


Arun Sharma

Over  a  week ago, I spent 4 days around Dhulikhel,  one of my favorite destinations  and  a day in Sindhupalchowk  to attend  a ceremony I was invited to. The fun filled experience of those few days reminded me of beautiful moments of my life as I felt I was in   blissful paradise for a short while and time flew in light’s speed. The natural beauty, the varieties of people I met, the philosophical conversations I had on “life” and “love”   turned out to be preciously memorable for me.   “Savor the moments and that is the only way to live” was the words of wisdom in response to quarries from group of younger Indians I happened to meet in the hotel simply by sheer coincidence one casual night in Dhulikhel.


 I recall memory of my very first trip home from the deserts of Arizona, USA, decades back.  I realized what I had left behind had been itself a piece of paradise on this earth that I had been looking for in all those places everywhere and lo, it was my own home! Zooming close to Kathmandu, the white towering peaks in horizon radiated the beauty, mystery, majesty and grace of Nature that was (is) my own home.  The pursuit of job, career,  better material life  had driven  me to  the distant  land  just as it does to many Nepalis even today, for  livelihood, careers, support  for the  families  and the nation-  stark reality of a poor country.   A constant struggle has been how we change the cycle of dependence on foreign countries for our survival. The question has lingered for many generations past and present.

Shining white, pure, undulating Himalayas towering in the backdrop of infinite  blue sky with roving white and gray clouds  veiling and unveiling the peaks, I witnessed  the drama  of nature that was  so captivating to say the least. The memory gives me goose-bumps still today. The white jagged peaks aroused titillating, mesmerizing and mysterious feelings all at the same time. The bright shining sun changing hues in the background, the moving clouds along with the wind played cat and mouse game -fascinating to watch and soak in. “You MUST catch the moments of the changing scene in a state of full alertness and consciousness with your heart and mind widely open to view and feel the beauty that you must feel and internalize.” This was another tip to younger friends answering their question in hotel lobby, “What is the recipe for having fun in Nepal?”

On that first trip home, below on the ground the lush green trees sparkled in reddish brown colored earth added a contrast to the ambiance. The tourists on the plane stood up to the side of plane from where you could see the tallest sparkling peaks on Earth. “Oh my!” Look at the mountains”, howled the tourists. The bowl shaped valley, the lights reflecting from Swyambhu and Pashupati Nath, the undulating Bagmati   zigzagging like white serpentine in the crevices of the valley was captivating our hearts and souls.  I was awed just as every passenger on the plane was. “Aha”, “ Oh My”, “Beauty”, “ Miracle on Earth” were the expressions with a smiling glow on the faces of tourists and peace and calm on the faces of locals  with a relaxed look that only coming home can deliver.  In contrast of dark brown mountains of southwest USA, the big Saguaro cacti to coming to the abode of thousand Gods, this was the Nepal I had left behind, my home. When we landed and touched the ground a fellow passenger said, “I see a glow in your face. You look happy, content and peaceful. Honestly, I was emotional and I don’t have the words to describe my emotions.  Coming home symbolized the safety, sanctity and security, every time I stepped on this land, my home of course.

I must rethink and refresh what really is a paradise for me?  Quite certainly flying over  the white, snowy peaks of Himalayas, looking at the layers of cracked rainbow colored  layered rocks of Grand Canyon, gazing at imposing Red Rocks and Sedona Arizona, sipping coffee on top of the mountain at Big Sur, California, looking at walloping group of whales a-playing with each other coming in the Pacific ocean.  The sunrise over Kanchenjunga, over Darjeeling, and Machhapuchchhre in Pokhara, flying over white Swiss, Italian, and French Alps or, sometimes just looking at the blue, gray, green mountain change hues with sprinkles of rain in early morning sun and during sunset, the sight of herds of goats crossing road in Rocky Mountain National park in Colorado, looking at the nature changing its colors with time, the droplets of rain resembling a pearl dancing with the mild breeze over this big round lotus leave is such a captivating scene. Anything can be majestic if you watch, contemplate and meditate over the cosmos and ponder over how it might have all began, for what purpose, if there really is any purpose in this life? In my paradise I loose track of time and my own existence and simply melt like vapor and flow away like wind. Eventually I do get back to reality and the world begins spinning again. Loosing track of time and identity, I become insignificant to myself and I am (for a period of time) just a speck in the universe,  just as a grain of sand is or even this planet is vast  expanding cosmos I can hardly fathom. By loosing myself to oblivion I have momentarily felt being in paradise and then back to reality of time and my existence. To feel being in paradise, I must be in a state of mind where my heart, mind, consciousness all is immersed in this moment on that piece of beauty which is “joy forever.” And feeling: “the escape from the triviality of the everyday toil and the yearning for wonder and mystery in nature” and the surrounding. Looking for exciting moments can be so much fun!  Also it as refreshing as it continues to refresh and re-energize. This also partially answers how do you want to deal with life? A potent recipe without any question for me!  And, for those looking for quality in life, it can simply be “an accumulation of small moments of beauty.” Moments count in life.


(To be continued. Wait to read musings on “life” and “love”. Acknowledgement: most of the pictures are from Mansalu Kanchha. Thanks for capturing beauties.)