The David Sheldrick Wildlife Trust: Unforgettable Experience.

My visit to the David Sheldrick Wildlife Trust has to be one of the most eye-opening experiences of my life, and it could not have come at a better time. As I lumbered through the Nairobi National Park towards the elephant orphanage, I was welcomed by buffaloes, sheep, and goats with Kenya’s skyline illuminated behind, a sight I will never forget!

Karibu! Welcome to the David Sheldrick Wildlife Trust

Misson Statement of The David Sheldrick Wildlife Trust

The David Sheldrick Wildlife Trust embraces all measures that compliment the conservation, preservation, and protection of wildlife. These include anti-poaching, safeguarding the natural environment, enhancing community awareness, addressing animal welfare issues, providing veterinary assistance to animals in need, rescuing and hand rearing elephant and rhino orphans, along with other species that can ultimately enjoy a quality of life in wild terms when grown.

After entering the orphanage trust at noon, I was escorted to a small elephant viewing area, that was centered on a muddy open field. I gazed in anticipation, and a moment later, the animal handlers entered the field, followed by a procession of twelve baby elephants. The elephants made their way towards the open field and I was surprised to see how each elephant reacted instinctively to the instructions of their keepers, trusting them completely. The baby elephants were fed by the handlers which were so heartwarming to see! 

“Mammals require three essentials in life, identity, stimulation, and security, and by far the most important of these three psychological cornerstones is identity.”
― David Sheldrick

Feeding Milk to the elephant! A heartwarming sight to behold 

The little elephants started to romp around the field like toddlers, after finishing their milk. While the elephants gamboled, the keepers explained how individual orphans were rescued from their respective areas. These elephants had suffered through calamities like wildfires, flood, and most-importantly human-wildlife trafficking. Most of them had been orphaned as a repercussion of poaching to fulfill the contentment of the growing demand for ivory. At that moment, I was filled with despondency, subdued by hearing the struggles of these poor creatures. The loss of their habitat due to deforestation and population pressure as well as the negative impact of the humans to their habitat had caused the segregation of elephant herds, thus exposing the young, weak and vulnerable to the verge of extinction.

I was so happy to hear that the orphaned elephants were assigned names, one that I really liked was Kuishi which means ‘to live’ in KiSwahili.

Selfie with Beautiful Kuishi



Each keeper is assigned fulltime, to monitor the growth, and maintain the proper health and wellbeing of the elephant. Every time, I see a keeper playing with the elephants, I can see their love and care. As Kuishi drank the milk, from the keeper’s hand, I witnessed contentment in her eyes, as she blinked gracefully and stared at the keeper for a few seconds. Aah! It was just beautiful. Kuishi then rolled herself in mud, and wagged her tail, making us all smile. After witnessing the keepers’ dedication, I learned that we all have a bigger responsibility, not simply to observe and learn about the orphaned elephants and take pictures but to perform an integral role by taking an initiative and contributing in every way possible to the David Sheldrick Wildlife Trust.


“To be a baby elephant must be wonderful. Surrounded by a loving family 24 hours a day…. I think it must be how it ought to be, in a perfect world.”
― Daphne Sheldrick

Strolling around! 


While the baby elephant continued playing, the commentator gave a short heartwarming explanation on the hardship endured by these elephants. It was painful for me to listen, as I would never have imagined that even such magnificent creatures like elephants would have to experience the consequences of human folly. It’s not just us that fall prey to injustice! I have to admit, I had tears in my eyes, as I stood there listening to the commentator speak. It was agonizing for me to hear Human activities and their interaction with nature sadly leads to all animals being on the brink of extinction. It just shows the paucity of education, and awareness that needs to be generated among the communities about the significance of wildlife.

Amidst hundreds of spectators who have come to view the baby elephants at David Sheldrick, I sensed a flicker of hope. It became evident to me, to realize just how much love, care and patience it must take to monitor these vulnerable creatures, and David Sheldrick Wildlife Trust is a testament that manifests the bold conviction of hope. It is also a reminder to all the humans, that everybody has a part to play, to educate, share and a be a voice for the voiceless. I also feel so grateful to have learned and understood the significance of being aware and conscious of events that occur in the world, that gives you a perspective about life, about suffering and about the altruistic, and benevolent efforts that are being taken to safeguard the wildlife.


Some more pictures to enjoy this regal creature!





Time for Home!






My Journey: From the Himalayas to Kenya!

Jambo, Hujambo from Kenya!

Sharing a smile with the kids at Nairobi, Kenya!


I have always been enthralled by the idea of traveling to Africa and have developed a particular fascination for Kenya. Kenya is a country that is in constant transition. It has ascended from the brackish uninhabited swampland to a thriving city, which never seems to sleep and stop. As I began researching the possibility of traveling to Africa, I was intrigued to hear about wildlife in Kenya, and stories of people protecting wildlife, and they also tried their best to improve education. Not many people from Nepal travel to this part of the world, especially not people of my age and many haven’t even heard of Kenya, which is very astounding, considering that the whole territory of Africa can easily fit in giants like United States of America, China, and India.  This was a huge challenge and I was inbound for the adventure since it was my first time traveling with a purpose and responsibility that excited me: to volunteer in an environment that was completely different from the environment I am familiar with.


KICC  Tower (Kenyatta International Conference Centre), 2nd Tallest Building in Nairobi.


Before commencing on my journey, I invested a good amount of time poring over the travel websites, and magazines to comprehend the perfect way to start a volunteering adventure in Africa. However, I got stuck with the usual recommendations to be careful with theft, and pickpocketing that wasn’t not helping me prepare at all. After days of viewing and reading similar stories of unbearable heat, and advice to carry sunscreen and to be careful of pickpocketing, I decided to just stick to my own plan. The constant news of epidemic and disease in Africa kept me alert. But above all this, I was excited and eager to witness the grand silhouettes of giraffes against Nairobi sunset, the scrumptious African delicacies, and to have a tête-à-tête with people, hear their stories, and share my rich Himalayan culture.


You gain strength, courage, and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face. You are able to say to yourself, ‘I lived through this horror. I can take the next thing that comes along.’
Eleanor Roosevelt

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The scorching heat beat down on my thin shirt mercilessly as I arrived in Nairobi, the capital city of Kenya. It permeated into my skin, drenching me completely. Amidst hundreds of travellers scurrying with their belongings, I caught the sight of a familiar looking hotel chauffeur, with a bright yellow signboard, “Welcome to Kenya, Tsewang Nuru Sherpa” He stood there completely clueless about who I was with my unusual features as is, (apparently everyone in Africa thinks that I am Chinese, Japanese or Korean:P). I’m certain that, he was expecting someone important to show up, wearing a smart black suit, or so I imagined. Instead, I appeared, with my leafy shorts and sweaty t-shirt, I, grinning cheerfully.

Nairobi feels like a  city so ancient, that you can feel its past histories lingering through the old cemented brick-walled streets, well-preserved around gigantic museums, and its multi-ethnic Kenyan culture reflected on the brightly-colored ensemble people proudly wear. And yet it’s so cosmopolitan that you can have internet access at the reach of your device, something that baffled me. Adorned with the sky-high modern skyscrapers, advanced technology, and enjoyable recreational centers, I found everything I needed in Nairobi.


As Anthony Bourdain, proudly said, “If I’m an advocate for anything, it’s to move. As far as you can. Across the ocean, or simply across the river. Walk in someone else’s shoes or at least eat their food”.

Standing tall at the KICC  Tower (Kenyatta International Conference Centre)


As I walked around the city, I was mesmerized by the energy that surrounded it, and the deeper I ventured, I heard people say,  “Chinese, Ching-Chang, Kung fu master.” People approached me, smiling cheesily trying to sell their safari tickets. It seems like being a tourist with Chinese features has its own setbacks. But I smiled back and enjoyed the strong roasting smell of cassava, an African delicacy, and fresh flowers. It seduced me, but also left me feeling a little angry! Traffic howled in all directions, with cars wailing and thrumming as it passed by and I heard roaring laughter of men from conversations along the sidewalks, the occasional blaring of music from nearby shops, outweighed the whisper of the wind and I wasn’t sure if I missed it.


From New-York to Nairobi! Meeting Mwende, my friend from Nairobi.

The more time I invest traveling, I always have epiphanies with new places and new experiences. I have realized that the world is bigger than my small home with prayer flags facing the Boudhanath stupa. I know so little of the world and cultures around me and  I feel enlightened when I travel– to realize and believe that there is no final resting of the mind, no end to my destination, and no moment of smug clarity. Perhaps wisdom, at least for me, signifies realizing how small I am, and unwise, and how far I still have yet to go……..


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Beautiful Nairobi Skyline!


On The Trail Of Peseverance!

Now I see the secret of making the best person, it is to grow in the open air and to eat and sleep with the earth.

Walt Whitman

Namaste! Welcome to CHITLANG.
A refreshment night at Chitlang was an impromptu trip I embarked along with my friends with an inquisitive endeavor. One of the sole purposes of this trip was to get away from the monotony of the regular class schedule and rejuvenate on the tranquility of nature’s wilderness. This trip also challenged my physical endurance, and I’m someone who likes to challenge myself to the extent of my optimum potential.
Walk to remmeber!
As the hike was commenced from Godam (13.4Km from Kathmandu), I was treated with natures bazaar. Proudly standing trees greeting me on my way to the village as well as helping me to shade my exhaustion away. The muddy trail was bumpy, it was tiresome but the joy of seeing them from the top was just incredible with the contentment of an accomplishing something detestable. As I paved my way up, I could feel my heart rate speed up and my endorphins flowing. With my body completely drenched by sweat, I prodded along with my pals giggling on the jokes that were a respite from the grueling uphill. I could see a view of mountains but all in blurry panoramic. I realized I was still miles away from the ascent. A sudden blow of crisp and cold breeze outweighed all the sluggishness. I was pumped to walk even further just to get the perfect snapshot of that blurry view. I was exhausted, my legs felt like a stubborn dog but my heart was nudging me to move further and faster. After few hours of continuous hiking, the clouds abandoned the mountain. The scorching heat of sun unraveled our tedious walk and welcomed us with the breathtaking view of  mountain ranges. It made me nostalgic as I reminiscence my childhood days where my carefree nature was at its best, always running, hopping notoriously.
Wilderness is  not a luxury but a necessity of the human spirit, and as vital to our lives as water and good bread.
–Edward Abbey
The hike ended at 4:15pm when we successfully made our way to the resort. The resort we stayed was on the lap of terrace hill, accompanied by the trees of pear. There were tents, small huts, mud houses: all ready to serve us and we were desperate to dive into a deep slumber. But, we were still alive in our hearts and spirits to enjoy and grasp everything this small village had to offer. A light stroll around the village along with the view of sunset romanticized our evening. Yes, how can we forget the weather? Contrary to my expectation, the weather was inhospitable. It was bitterly cold. The camp fire came as a lightning bolt to comfortably shelter us in its beaming heat.  Unlike the crispy cold, the heat was amiable. Well, the perks of having friends who are always hyper to entertain you,I know exactly how that feels.  The combination of the campfire with the acoustic songs engrossed everyone in a very relaxing mood.
Chitlang is a small village in Makwanpur district, encompassed by the rich vegetation and greenery. It is about 22 km away from Kathmandu Valley towards the southwest direction. This place shelters the first cheese factory of Nepal. Apart from the rich newer culture, this place also provides asylum to around 160 species of flora and fauna. 
Chitlang was cold, but amidst all the difficulties it surely gave us one of the wonderful memories we’ll always cherish.  Thank you Chitlang and kudos to all the organizer right from the student bodies to all the staff of Resort for their patience and bearing all our mischievousness.
I see my path, but I don’t know where it leads. Not knowing where I’m going is what inspires me to travel it.
Rosalia de Castro
“It`s not how old you are, it`s how you are old.”  Jules  Renard
Companion to Quench my Thirst!

Photo Credit : Zenish Shrestha Instagram account: crzyzenn 

Thank You for Reading!


Merit 360 felt like rollicking back in the childhood days where we are like a sponge, where our inquisitiveness is at the highest level and our mischievous nature is inevitably portrayed. On the first day when we left for Pennsylvania from New York, I was befuddled. There was an amalgamation of emotions running in my nerves. Initially, I sensed cold breeze of pandemonium attack. I only saw and felt hands coming in towards me. As I hesitantly paved my way and started interacting with other delegates, I found my solace amidst everyone’s presence. My excitement knew no demarcation when I would happily introduce myself. We were so engrossed in introducing and sharing our common topics that a 4-hour bus ride quickly swept away. The program was nestled in the exotic location of Pennsylvania, totally hidden in the midst of wilderness. Indian head camp as the name suggests itself was our home for the next 2 weeks.




Every day during Merit 360 felt like traveling the world. Every day, every hour you come across people from different nations with their amazing stories that are worth listening and sharing. One day you hear about the amazing AISEC stories in Netherlands and the next day you’re fascinated to bewitch the story of a 4th-year university student who cycled all the way from Nova Scotia, Canada to Connecticut, USA. You find yourself in the group of Southampton (university of Southampton) whose strong sense of camaraderie will amaze you and you surely do not want to miss the jazzy fashion sense and energetic dance moves of my African friends. Whether it’s the cheerfulness, confidence, and hard work of my Asian friends or the intellectual ingenuity of my pals from South America, you get to witness and  absorb the powerful inspiration among theses diversities. We were all from 85 countries with different culture and lifestyle. Yet we were there, united by common passion and hunger to drive change. It was the sheer motivation we received from each other that inspired us to wake up every day with a purpose in our life and with an altruistic responsibility to accelerate the path while making this world a better place.



Apart from the daily tete-a-tete with the APEs, we also got the opportunity to interact with the influential leaders who are experts in their own game. Each and every speaker, from the charismatic leader Bernie Hollywood to the inspirational Terry Mollner, from the Wanderbriefers (Mark Van Der Heijden and Valentijn Van Santvoort) to the Googley man himself, Keith Weisberg and of course the youngest among all Patrice Madurai inspired us to dream. There are many speakers whom I have not listed here as I have to be aware on the lengthiness of this piece. I have to say, everyone made us re-think our purpose for our life. They pushed us to be the ultimate go-getters. Highlighting on the powerful virtue of voicing our opinion and on the true essence of story telling, they gave us the sheer motivation to be the catalyst for change. My encounter with all these speakers has generated the inevitable paroxysm of hope, a warm feeling of comfort on my quest to conquer  my dream. The connection I have made with all the speakers is definitely one of the major highlights for me and I truly, eternally and completely feel very blessed to have the pleasure of connecting and sharing my small Himalayan world with all these prominent leaders.
Throughout the course of 16 days, I have reluctantly allowed myself to be challenged, asked questions and even get offended. I have been on a voyage to explore my weaknesses and have succeeded in discovering the hidden potential of greater strengths. It has been an incredible 16 days filled with the apotheosis of passion, impact driven initiatives and the dawn of an eternal friendship. I’m sure for me as well as everyone, applying to this program legitimately has been the wisest decision we have ever taken in our lives. Merit 360 is over, but this is just the beginning of our new lives. The actions, impact, and friendship we have nurtured in these 16 days will stay for years to come.
One world, one community, and one family.
All set to present our idea at the UN Headquarter.


Photo Credit: Edo Landwehr

HIKING to Ranikot

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We are ready to walk!!!

14th April is the day I will always remember, I will always cherish. Reason being very simple! On the very day bunch of us backpacked to hike from Suryabinayak to Ranikot. This place is situated at the outskirts of Kathmandu valley, in the neighboring city known as Bhaktapur. The program was organized to explore the biodiversity and also to reduce the monotony from the regular class environment. In addition, the program also included an interaction session with local people to understand the ways of conserving and mobilizing local resources at the local level.

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Suryabinayak temple of Bhaktapur was our starting point. Despite the hustle and bustle of Kathmandu  traffic, the bus managed to drop us at 8:07 am at the temple. It took 1 hour and 37 minutes for us to reach the mid-point, Ghyampde dada. On the way to dada, we observed the gigantic hills beneath the clear blue sky. The morning chilly air, the sonorous chirping of birds and murmuring of animals certainly relieved us. Standing proudly at the alleviation of around 1500m, this place inhabits light population of local newars. This dada is surrounded by panoramic view of natural beauty blessed with various rare species such as Himalayan Rhododendron, Himalayan Yew, Nigala, Rhamus Triquetor. I must say this place is perfect to quench the thirst of bewitching sight of the world famous mountain ranges like Kanchenjuga and Mt. Everest.We stopped for a while to rake rest. Regardless of our endless exhaustion, we were busy taking selfies and photographs of the magnificent scenery and also utilized our time in interacting with local people.

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I’m always the last one 

It was 10:03 am when we started hiking from Ghyampe dada to our final destination. Instead of taking a normal route, we decided to explore the forest so we took short cut. Pretty ironic as it sounds, it took longer for us! We followed the direction of the ways inside the jungle but at several occasions, we were compelled to stop by the junction that was further separated into 4 different directions. Those were the times when we had to exhibit out intellectual power and we did too. We managed to decipher the inconceivable puzzle and proudly headed towards our destination. We slipped, we fell, we got rashes, and we were exhausted, yet we had the unquenchable thirst to reach the summit.

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Morning silhouettes are always my favorite.

Believe me or not, The way to Ranikot is dusty(you wouldn’t want to dirty your favorite designer branded clothes) but it absolutely offers the great panoramic view of Himalayas and the bird eyes view of whole Kathmandu Valley. I must say, in a very short distance as you start to hike up, one can get a chance to see and differentiate the lifestyle of the urban city and rural village. The pleasant and calm environment of Ranikot heartily welcomes peace and nature lovers. Eventually, at around 11:40 we were victorious-we reached Ranikot. Ranikot is like a Hindu bride, covering her face with the blanket of luscious greenery. Situated at the pristine location of Bhaktapur, Ranikot shelters wide range of people, from the business oriented people to the laid-back farmers. The panorama view resort was our nest since we enjoyed our scrumptious potluck party at the resort followed by a short dance program. The delicious food rejuvenated our energy to strike some of our signature moves. Everyone shared huge roar of laughter on witty jokes and thoroughly enjoyed the serenity of the valley too. As the saying goes, “Everything great thing must come to an end”, we unwillingly decided to hike back at around 1:30 pm. The downhill hike was much easier and was accompanied by never ending jokes, stories and reflections. Everyone shared. Everyone laughed. Everyone enjoyed. The college bus was on our rescue when we reached the temple, what a relief!

The hiking definitely examined our endurance and perseverance. We nailed it! Despite the weariness, rejuvenated. I feel very happy for organizing it and pulling of such an major event. Thanks to my classmates as well. Yayy!!! We SLAYED it.

Enjoy some GREEN shots!

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Thanks for stopping by! Please feel free to share your amazing hiking stories down on the comment section.

Catch you up soon!

Salut, Adieu 


REFLECTION on Agra Fort.

On my to Agra Fort, I felt like I was inside the warm auditorium watching an 8D film. The cold chilly wind in the dawn shook me up into the wakefulness with a realm of an excitement. As we commenced the drive my eyes constantly interacted with never ending roads. The conversations went on and on as road didn’t come to a stopping point. The constant honking and beeping of cars traveling back Delhi reflected the divine pleasure they had on their stay at Agra. The lush green and brightly colored paddy fields catalyzed my energy. I could imagine myself wondering aimlessly on those paddy fields or maybe just reading or even counting stars in the night time. My thoughts wondered with the anticipation and with an eager enthusiasm to visit the fort. I allowed myself to lose in the world of an imagination, cultivating a dream of me in place of Akbar in his robust and dynamic character.  

unnamed                              On my way to Agra: Pondering, Thinking, Observing, Exploring..

At Agra, I noticed myself doodling on the ambiguity of the title word “FORT”, followed by my profound obsession with Mughals aesthetic austerity. I believe the word “FORT” disfavors the Agra Fort. The word “FORT” evokes a sense of military ambiance. This was my initial mindset as we entered the world of unbelievable designs. Guess what, I was right because my guide highlighted on the same issue, that this place was supposed to be called a palace (Well, what can is say.. I’m a critical thinker #kidding).

Believe me or not, the entire place encapsulates a grand Persian feature. Thus, I’d mind calling it as Persian Palace. A palace full of bright and sultry clouds with proudly standing pillars. I must say, this powerful fortress of red sandstones in itself is a book full of dark and deep mysteries, fables and of course a reflection of Akbar’s personality: Robust, Dynamic and Imaginative. As I entered this extravagant world of Mughals magnificence, I was mesmerized to behold the perfection of the beauty bestowed upon a fort. The entrance gate the amazing silhouette framing the beautiful interiors, amazing marble work. The Mughals obsession and the highest level of craftsmanship is just I-N-C-R-E-D-I-B-L-E. I don’t know how and where on earth did they had the money and the time for anything other than construction as I believe the investment manpower to create such a place have been astronomical.
Huge SHOUT-OUT to my  high-school:
Huge SHOUTOUT to the amazing photographer, Yawan Rai.
@yawanrai on Instagram or
I’m superrrrr excited!!!! I can’t wait to enter …. Come on guys!
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Thanks, Mr.Yawn. Just LOVED this picture. what a great silhouette!!!!
     Sonam Phuntsho                                                Tshering Tenzing
: Posing and clicking.. what a combination!
These two definitely added spark to my tour. Thanks, guys!
        Relaxing under shade!!!!!!!


Thanks, guys for bearing with me. Catch you all in my next blog…

Salut. adieu !!



Mesmerizing TAJ !!!

Entry to the ground wasn’t easy at all. As we marched ahead with an excitement to witness one of the finest Mughals architecture, we were stopped. We were questioned about our stunning Mongolian features. Within a few minutes of an unparalleled quarrelsome ambiance, we eventually made our way through the red sandstone walls. Believe it or not ?? The great gate that opens the way to the Taj Mahal is impeccably impressive in itself. The gate is made out of red sandstone with intricate marble work, imposing archways and domed on top corners. The gate frames the amazing silhouette framing the Mughals magnificence. Not a bad entry-way! For sure. We passed the great gate archway which opened up into the gardens surrounding that mausoleum we did come here to see. The amazing view of the great Taj Mahal from the main entrance is that snapshot you’ve seen a thousand times, which does more to limit the beauty of photographs than the actual beauty you’ll proudly behold when you’re there.

Let’s have a look at Retrospect. Shah Jahan, son of the great emperor Akbar built this artistic masterpiece in the memory of his deceased wife Mumtaz Mahal. As the love story goes on, this man was so grief-stricken by the death of his wife that he wanted to build the most impressive mausoleum ever created. Mahal’s resting place would be so extraordinary, that it’ll surely not be outdone by the mausoleums of his other wives which were built in the same complex. I must say, this guy is such a sweetheart.

The lush green gardens were teeming with tourist even at 6 in the morning. The slow stroll from the gate to the mighty Taj bypassed Persian-inspired garden lined with cylindrical trees and fountains, seemed pleasantly designed to give the viewer more time to observe the gorgeous building from a slowly changing perspective. As I neared the exquisite edifice, my appreciation took a quantum leap. With my closer vantage, I was mesmerized to learn that the entire budding was made out of white marble and the way it’s intricately put to use is Just stunning!! Standing below that enormous dome with its proudly standing four minarets is simply a dwarfing experience.

The aesthetic exterior details of Taj is just impressive but not anymore when it comes to Interior. The interior is a little disappointing. If this was a palace, I can literally imagine the interior of Taj to be equally grandiose. But all in vain, as the interior is essentially one big empty room. However, as a resting place for a beloved wife and the power of their true love, there’s something to be said for the tranquil simplicity of the central chamber with the impressively hollow domed ceiling. But to the crowds of visitors, who were so agreeably spaced-out in the grades were now bottle-necked, making the last bit of taj-experience slightly less awe-striking. But I must say that the first glimpse was all it took to comprehend why this place is so incredible.

I highly recommend everyone to plan their own odyssey to the worlds most famous temple of true love. I had blast, I’m sure you will as well.

Salut. Adieu


TENNIS : It’s all about LOVE


Anyone who’s ever met me will know: I love tennis. Thanks to my endless rambling about tennis and of course my defensive nature about Sharapova and Federer. Thanks to my Instagram posts about me playing tennis or my Snapchat stories on the court. It gets a little more complicated when I think about why I love it though, and what it really comes down to is not explainable in one simple sentence.


There is something about being out on the court. I  can completely imagine myself running around, sweating it out and hitting tennis balls and that just makes me feel better. My endorphin production increases, lowering my anxiety. I sleep better, I relax, and I stop thinking about all my daily stressors that include- my studies, exams, assignments, or college applications. I don’t even realize I feel better until I get off the court. Smack a few forehands and backhands, and you’ll start to feel better. I know I do. Tennis is a chance to rejuvenate my energy — and my brain — on something other than life’s stresses. Here’s the perfect way to look at it: Each drop of sweat you have to wipe from your brow is like wiping away the day’s stresses, one worry at a time.

I love the fact that tennis is an individual sport even though I love doubles. If I lose, it’s because of me, I’m the responsible candidate because I wasn’t good enough on that day, because I made poor choices, and because I wasn’t focused. I lose and I am defeated alone, and I know I have to work harder. It’s a beautiful form of Art where you have ample opportunities to self-reflect and evaluate on yourself, on your forehand and backhand shot. I love the ability to create the strategy against diverse playing style. And if I win! I win every part of it and I’m there to take all the glory home.


I love competing. Tennis is not only about competing with your opponent. It’s more about competing with yourself, challenging your perseverance, fighting with your endurance. For me, being able to play tennis comes hand in hand with being competitive. I want to play my best tennis, and that fire of competitiveness I feel is what makes this sport so fun.  Competing in battle brings out the best in an individual and that’s the best way to define your potentiality. I believe that pressure is a privilege and this is what helps me overcome any challenge I face.


Tennis invites the multitude of an emotions on me. When I’m on the court , I run  through the entire spectrum of human emotion: the ecstatic moment when my forehand shots goes right, the animosity when I lose my point, utmost frustration when my 2 serve still gets stuck in the net, the nerve wrecking anxiety when the opponent is a point away from a win and the sheer euphoria during the match point. It’s  the most rewarding sport. Infect the most maddening activities we can ever partake too. Dramatic?Maybe. Heartbreaking? Always. Tough? Undoubtedly! Character building? Definitely. The wonderful sportsmanship I’ve learned from my past experience have redefined my personality.

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To put it simply, tennis is the love of my life. I have realized and learned what it feels like to be truly passionate about something, and I consider myself as blessed to have discovered, from such a young age, something that I enjoy being involved in so much. A perfect crosscourt forehand. A bomb of a serve. Almighty overhead. The feel of the ball off the string. Whether it is a perfect serve, a cross-court shot right on the corner or a simple drop shot. There is nothing like the feeling of the ball coming cleanly off your strings. The feeling is just indescribable. It fills you up with joy and confidence which makes you want to never stop playing.

GREEN commitments


There were several incidents when people have laughed at me. Sometimes when I kept the bottle in which I drank water or soda instead of throwing it or when I took a shopping bag along with me while shopping; it was something they were easily judgmental about. Many of my friends say that the effort of an individual doesn’t make any difference. However, I have not given up on my way to make a difference to our environment, and some of my friends have begun to realize what I’ve done and followed my way, hoping to be the seed of this change.

No one can deny the fact that the environment is degrading day by day. Rivers in the major countries like India, Nepal are out of clean water, and every empty space is filled with garbage and waste products. Even when people are aware of this, everyone seems to be reluctant to solve or manage the problem. We must realize that our survival depends on the maintenance of our environment. Hence, it is our duty to recompose anything that nature provides us for all our usage by at least by making an individual effort.

Little things we do can have a significant impact on nature. These little things start from our house like turning off the lights, unplugging unused electrical appliances. Making use of dustbins is one of these things we can contribute to positively. The 3R technique: recycle, reuse and reduce is the fantastic mantra for us to remember. Reusing of bottles, paper and plastics avoid ever-increasing levels of waste. Using kitchen and other organic waste such as manure is another good way to recycle. This also helps to maintain a healthy lifestyle, as organic vegetables are good for your body.

You can carry a bag with yourself while going shopping and avoid the use of plastic bags. Use of energy efficient electric appliances helps in conserving energy as well as reducing electricity bills. CFL bulbs are highly encouraged and even provided at reasonable prices in today’s world. Water should be used economically as sources of water have been drying out, which has, in turn, caused severe crises in many places. Hence, water used in the kitchen can then be reused for gardening. In addition, taps should be shut off while brushing teeth or cleaning kitchen utensils. These are little things that should be taken care. Also, we should make a habit of visiting nearby places on foot rather than using a vehicle. This, in particular, has several benefits. Firstly, it reduces energy consumption and saves money. Secondly, it avoids the emission of harmful gases. Lastly, walking is also good exercise for our body.

These small contributions eventually become more significant when we begin to work together and implement them in our daily lifestyle. These simple suggestions are not just for the environment but are also advantageous to us. Let us make some of these “GREEN” COMMITMENTS and show our respect towards nature.


recycling plastic bottles
recycling plastic bottles


Reusable shopping bags
Reusable shopping bags

Why do I PAINT ???


My passionate love for art dates back in time: my early days in my village when I used to doodle on the muddy floor or sketch on the clean walls of my house. Painting was something completely out of my reach. Yes,I did lots of doodles and sketches but it was just out of sheer enjoyment. I never really took that seriously!!!! With me winning the junior art competition consecutively for 3 years made me realize that I was born to do this. A wrong decision can be the beginning or end to a lifestyle. I nearly abandoned my love for art, had I not won that competition. Today, I’m glad and immensely delighted with the options I’ve taken in my life so far.

received_995130017215035Painting has become the educator that has taught me the significance of leadership and strong work ethic. Leading groups in an inter school art competition, working for hours to complete one simple painting, organizing art exhibition : these are the moments I cherish now. The simple process of converting a blank sheet of canvas into something incredible is what really fascinates me. I take it as a simple way of pouring your soul and emotions into it. And also the other way of communicating with the world because to paint is to show a bit of your soul. Where words fail, colors convey. It is a way of connecting with your inner self. The colors to use, the shades to restrain, and the strokes to play with. This is what defines the art and the personality of an artist.

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I like the multitude of emotions I go through when creating a painting. The utmost ecstasy of seeing my vision translate with my hands, followed by the despair of a wrong brush stroke and the anxiety of using a new color. I like the confidence of a repeated brush-stroke and lastly the strong perseverance to splash colors and repeated strokes to strike magic on a canvas. While writing we face a writer’s block, similarly while painting too, there’s this reluctance on what to paint. Sometimes we know what to paint and we begin with it. But as time and colors go by, the outcome is totally different as planned. Sometimes we don’t know what the painting is going to be but start painting anyway… and the outcome is something you had have imagined you could create. And every single time I sit down to mix that array, that palette of color, it’s never the same as I did yesterday.

received_995129753881728When I think about painting, one of the things that swims into my mind is an inter school Art competition. There’s this different feeling about performing under pressure and competing. And also the feeling of being on the top of the world when you win competition and believe me, I have experienced this. Whenever i paint, i seek perfection. Unfortunately, it’s not perfect and that leads me into my next painting.

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I would love to hear what my dear artists think about art and what inspires you to paint ????

                                     Please feel free to write …..