“If I were a bird”; a whimsical statement that everybody wishes it could be true. Being a bird gives birth to complete freedom, you see. Since our childhood, we studied in our grammar books the correct use of “were” in this statement but not one of us really did feel that flexibility of living because Batman was our superhero and Barbie was our Wonder Woman. We studied without knowing what that proverb actually meant. But when we grew up and we learned the value of life, that pressure which rips our heart from inside and strives to burn away every memory like photographs- we tend to pray to be as free as a bird. We wished we could fly up above the sky with those breezing winds, erasing all those stress we are linking ourselves to, and seeing the twinkling stars with no clouds but that shimmering globe- gold moon; free from that jarring sound we hear every day and living every moment we possibly could live.

If I were a bird falls under my to-do list, which I wished a super unnatural power could help me with. As the sun shines beside my window giving birth to my glimmer of hope to do something good, and positivity gets in my nerves, I see that the owl rises softly from its track, carrying the shining snake into the trees. I see the birds chirping and hopping across the tree limb. I see the lake birds, crying as they swoop low over the water, birds serenading the dawn and squirrels chattering shrilly. "How I wish I were one of them" comes to my mind. Live your life in your own way is the first thing you hear from the advisors. Let your soul be as pure as gold says god and have faith in yourself is said by our mother but how do you live your life when everything in your life is like a labyrinth of darkness people utter. Those people who love watching vampires crawling and crumbling for blood and wish to be one of them. Those who are against the law of nature, law of love, law of emotions, law of anthropology and law of sensation. Giving up is a trend and living with a flow is a myth that now destroys the whole concept of creativity and faith.

 This has not only sliced people into two parts but has decreased the rate of living. Why a bird? Because they know how it is to live, to fly, to travel, to make memories if they understand, to love themselves, to be a good parent, to be a good leader, to work as a team, to be happy, to be attractive, to let everybody knows the importance of losing somebody, to protect themselves, to be a good mate, to travel your own destiny and to be a human, to keep themselves in a pocket of love, to get themselves whatever they want, to heal themselves, to be free from stress, to bring peace, to know what a beauty our country is, to love people selflessly, to wait for time, to understand patience, to live your life knowing how short it is.

 I wish I were a bird!

In the world of billions of online RPG-shooter games, I decided to code my own game. This is about "Rematch".

I set out with the idea by watching my friends play various multiplayer shooters as well as top-down styled 2D games. They are fun, enjoyable in small groups and will definitely kill your time with no effort. They are very addictive as well. I set out using Unity as I was familiar with it after using it for a few years to create random stuff.

I learned C# along the process of building my game. It took time, it would be almost 12:30 AM every time when I called it a day and hit the sack. That's the reason why I plan to name my company "Half-past Studios."

I love gaming and I love coding. Together with the combination of both my interests I was able to create something of my own and that was Rematch. A rematch is a PvP shooter game. You can play with 3 players with different controllers. Different weapons spawn every 5 seconds. In this game, each weapon has its own specific ability and damage. Each match lasts for three minutes long and after three minutes, spikes start to grow, reducing the play area until there's the last person standing which can lead to various interesting game mechanics. I am currently working on making a website for my game.

For further information, you can get into my website and find more about it. And I will be writing more updates on my game. For playing my game you can go to the site:https:// halfpast.itch.io/rematch. It’s just a prototype right now but at the end of this year, you can get the full game.

Innocent those yelps
Those twinkling eyes
Free to help
No sad goodbyes

In those fields 
A bunch of laughter
As it's dusk
Home doesn't matter

Scratched knees
Doesn't hurt anymore
Those plead 
To play a little more

Those memories
So old and vivid
Wish to turn back time
By all means lucid
 

Woman is the one who gives life to others. She is the creator of this beautiful world. She is the angel who brings heaven to  house. She is a person full of love, dignity, kindness, and beauty in heart. She is the confidence of father, hope of mother, faith of husband, support of children and much more in life. And, with all these responsibilities, she is never fed up, tired, hassled or hopeless. There has been a benevolent change in viewing women in the 21st century. Modernization has brought significant changes in development in female strengths. Nepal too has jumped to that level where there is a wide view of women empowerment. There are yet some obstacles that are not letting women to come out in a dignified manner.

Now, women are to be looked with respect and love but there are still some chain of restrictions for women. The chain has suffocated women. In many villages, there is still discrimination between men and women. She is not given decision making power. She is kept far away from the facilities which may empower women’s life. If a boy goes somewhere out with friends for two days, it’s suddenly accepted. But if a girl goes out, suddenly a tag is put on her which will mock her forever. She is bound to do all household work. She is treated as some kind of property to be handed over. In marriage, she is taken as a machine to produce children and fulfill some other family’s desire for life. Women’s every moment of life is filled with, “Do it immediately”, “Don’t do it, it’s not the work of woman”, “Don’t you dare.” Should her life be so much dependent on other? Is her life confined with patriarchy? All these questions always strikes me, yet I have no answers.

I think everyone knows that woman has a great role as a human being. Her absence puts many in troubling situations. The life will turn into a mess. It’s because of her hardship, perfection and devotion that our house is a “home”. It’s often said, “Woman is an ocean of love and sacrifice.” I find this very easy to believe. A mother being a perfect parent is an example to prove this point. I believe in every possible way that people like to live their life without having stress, trauma and worries. The question arises, “Why does only men get to do so?” There is a great role of women to beautify her home with lots of affection and care. She brings differences in others' life bringing peace and happiness at home.

Finally, from the very childhood, girls should be given equal chances in all aspects. They should be nurtured and card with love and affection. Women should not be bound to live her life without her rights. The rights enlighten her future and empower her dreams. It’s not the pitiful reservation and taking about but the way of looking at females. She gives motivations and inspirations. It should be rightfully clarified that she also has a space outside the kitchen. She should be uplifted in society with respect and honor, not with burden and curses. After all, she is the creator of this beauty called life.

Hey there! 

Good to talk to you again.

You being here-

Feels good to share my pain.

A smile that brings me joy,

Hugs to make me warm.

I come back to you

Like a bee’s swarm.

I tried, tried hard

To stay away.

I failed, failed numerously

To make you stay.

Hey you!

Don't make me choose.

I tell you now,

I've got too much to lose.

"Nobody is perfect and that's why pencils have erasers " a famous quote by Wolfang Riebe. But in the real world do we all really mean it? Perfection, it describes itself as the condition of having no flaws and no defects. But actually, I believe that the actual definition is a word describing that really does not exist. Perfection can be relatable with a virus that enters in a mind of a person, gets attached to it and destroy the whole system! I have always hated the very word perfection because I was always told to be perfect in every task I get involved in. If you have ever seen a tree in the jungle you'll notice that the trees have many flaws. Every trees got something on, bunch of bark ripped off, odd distribution of branches and many more. But somehow they all are beautiful. But in the case  of humans, it seems such a bizarre thing that they start dissecting them into pieces judging each other for perfection. If leaning tower was straight, nobody would look at it but it's different. Many historical inventions were not the perfect ones but today they are recognized as the best ones of all the time. So all I can say is Love your cracks, no makeup is brighter than a smile on your face and love the way you are. Perfection does not exist and perfect people aren't real. To end it all, being yourself, behaving without the weight of embarrassment and being happy with what you are and what you have is the biggest favor, you will ever do for yourself. 

Disability doesn’t make you exceptional, but your actions and approach towards it do make you exceptional. A disability is a lack of ability relative to a group or personal standard or norms. Being disabled doesn’t mean not being able, but it means being differently able.

Physically handicapped can be the result of an accident or birth deformation. Of course, handicapped people can be functional within society and contribute greatly to family, work, art, etc. Just because a person is lacking an arm or leg doesn’t mean he/she can’t hold a job, run a business, drive a car, etc. But, what do we do to those who are handicapped and must rely on others for their basic needs?  Should they be abused because they are an economic burden on the country or society? Does the value of a person depend on his ability to add economic value to a country? If that is the case then the children should be universally wiped off because they are obvious economic reliance on family and society. 

When we hear the word ‘disable’ we simply think of a person who can't walk or talk or do everything, we take for granted. But I find disability lies in a person who can’t find joy in life and are bitter. Disability doesn’t stand as a burden between man and his aspiration in life. The real disability is the disability of will and determination. For example, although Hassan is a disabled person who needs to walk on crutches, he is one of the well-known athletes in Iraq. He is a weightlifter and has won lots of gold medals. There are lots of such inspiration in the world.

Disability is a matter of perception. Actually, who are disabled people? According to the Oxford dictionary, a person who can’t use a part of their body completely or easily due to accident, illness, etc is a disabled person. I believe they are differently able. Everyone in this world is born with different talents so they are. Disable people can do more than what normal people can do. They are capable of discovering black holes and cosmos by just sitting on a chair like Stephen Hawking, become politician an author like Helen Keller, develop mathematical equations like Joan Nash.

We need to change our perception of disabled people. They are different than us and faces several difficulties made by and for normal people like us. So we need to help and cooperate with them not because they are disabled but they are different than us and will do things differently.

                                                                                                                         Source: inspirich.com

It was the walk
Long and tiring
Breathless to talk
Memories re-wiring

Those songs and laugh
Those hands to hold
Too long of a walk
Despite what we were told

Falls and pain
Lame jokes and care 
Reached the top
In the clouds’ layer

Back ride it was 
A memorable day
Shoulders to cry 
Thank you all I say. 
 

Maybe I wear baggies
And white socks with flip flops
Maybe I don’t like listening to rave
And I’m not on social mountaintops
Maybe I don’t care about things that make your world twirl
Maybe you look at me and think
Gee, what a nothing girl

Maybe I like to give smiles
Which maybe be odd today
And maybe I allow my imagination to
At times fly away
Maybe you don’t understand this 
And that’s why you cannot see
If this makes me a nothing girl
That’s okay with me

The world makes you believe
Your personality not be detected
Your face must be picture perfect
And wear clothes best just to be accepted
Maybe I look at you
And feel sorry you are blind 
‘yourself’ is what you will never find

God made you as well as me 
This means I’m something 
The world is a liar
And if I must be nothing 
For you to see it
Then so be it!
 

A beauty can also be seen in nature's dark cold days
In majestic hills,southern of the Great himalayas
Oh lord, what an enormous scene of nature coincide
A very holy morning, nearby the hills of the Sindhuli Mai
A sobering morning,the brightest clouds colliding,
This look what in that dawn,where clouds form a heavenly lake,
Between the hills of three ancient kingdoms ,
Birds chirping their praying  enchants to call the mother nature,
Oh look!,ah even the trees bowing and dropping their dews
Sun rays,here it is,which is giving a direction to the river to flow down the foothills,
Dandelions fragmenting their petals,and welcoming it's another day
This what looks in the winter days in  kyrat where it's giving evidence,
"There's nothing to be afraid of,she says.

Give a smile to a beggar
He will give you back his blessing
Give a smile to your mother
She will love you more than ever
Give a smile to your teacher
She will forgive you rather than punish you
Give a smile to your father
He will appreciate your work; you have made him proud
Give a smile to your enemy
They will start loving the ‘real’ you
Give a smile to your friend
They will last forever 
Finally, smile for everything you have
Cause a smile is precious
 

Living in this 21st century we thrive on education, fashion and trend, however an accumulative population show their reluctance to explore the broken souls, their voices, that are never to be heard. 

A voice that explains how it feels to sleep on the cold pavement with no lights and rugs; only the buzzing sound of insects. A voice that weeps just because he has no one to hug when the thunder strikes with bright light in front of his eyes. A voice that wishes for his father to come home safe, hug him tight and explain that the world is too tiny to worry about everything . A voice that is judged for the way they are. A voice that needs proper food to eat. A voice that knows the importance of education and wishes hard to educate oneself.  A voice that is shown guilty before the decision is made. A voice that knows the importance of money and doesn’t get a chance to fulfill their wishes. A voice that carries a person in their tummy for 9 months without any hesitation; rather with love and excitement but is sent to be at a place filled with strangers. A voice that is burned alive just because of beliefs which are not even near to the so called modern reality. A voice that knows its standard, its limits and the difference between loving and to be loved. A voice that knows giving. A voice that is being raped in the streets. A voice of a father who sells all his property, his gold and his house so that his little princess lives a happy life. A voice that is sold at the borders of India. A voice that says “she was not to be born” at her first birthday. A voice that is a workaholic, for it is not a solution for everything. A voice that laments for justice, peace and loyalty, money and food. A voice that is ready to dirty themselves up by washing dishes, cleaning public toilets, etc.  Doesn’t this sound bizarre and make people cry and scream on top of their lungs, but who listens to the voice of slums? Is their voice supposed to be voiceless? Aren’t they humans? Did nature discriminate them and not give them a chance to live? Do they belong to another group of species? Well! No, but then who will understand the pain they had to go through just to stay alive? The Government!

Do you think our government, which is corrupted and has not even been able to serve the victims of earthquake of 2072, give justice to Nirmala, and stop the rape which is continuously flowing like rivers be able to see that agony? It’s time for a change, a change to agitate everybody’s life.  A change to give justice to all. A change for improvement and ultimately a change for “peace”.