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Our blogger undergoes knee surgery and returns hale and hearty from a hospital bed to narrate his ordeal

By Deepak Adhikari

When I opened my eyes, I was lying on bed no: 407 of Medicare Hospital, Chabahil. I was only half-conscious; things appeared hazy to me. After a while, Dr Chakra Raj Pandey, Dr. Raj Rana and Dr. Bhaskar Panta approached me. They congratulated on successful surgery.

It was a bit painful, my knee was covered with bandage, drops trickling from saline water bottle, and blood draining through a pipe attached to the bed. It was much awaited surgery of my knee. I was diagnosed that my knee’s meniscus was torn apart. Dr. Pandey told me he has made my knee advanced. I thanked him. Continue reading →

A glimpse of how incessant curfew has made everyday life miserable.

By Deepak Adhikari

I was reading today’s The Kathmandu Post when my brother informed about the 9am to 8 pm curfew today. It was 8:45 am and there was no way I could be office within fifteen minutes. I could have driven my Hero Honda Splendor but there’s no fuel. So, at 10 am I took a meager meal. Meager because I was served only curry and rice without daal. I was also informed that we were running out of gas.

I dressed hurriedly and at 10:10 am took a walk to my office at Tinkune. I didn’t know how I will make it to the office, but somehow the zeal was there. I went to Anamnagar chowk. The security forces were non-existent. The road was empty; a girl was romping in the road with a kid, the latter’s mother was yelling them to go home. I took the road to Baneshor height. In the inner parts of city, life seemed normal; shops were open, people gathered and chatted about the latest political happentances. Continue reading →

By Deepak Adhikari

Sea of Humanity:

Afternoon Updates:

As the rain stopped, state has cut off the mobile phone lines. But, Mero Mobile is still working. The state has again resorted back to brutality. In Kalanki, security forces opened fire at few protesters. Similarly, in Thapathali and Tripureshor area, gunshots were heard. At least three people could have been killed, eye witnesses say. The state may cut off the landlines as well. This shows that the king is not stepping back but using his force to suppress the movement.

Meanwhile, SPA’s meeting which concluded at 3 pm, decided that they won’t accept king’s proposal. They have come up with three-point-solutions: (1) Revival of Parliament (2) All party government and (3) Election of Constituent Assembly. SPA has stressed in 12 point agreement. They have reiterated their agreement with the Maoists. After the meeting, former PM Sher Bahadur Deuba commented :”I was then appointed PM using Article 35. Now also the same article is used. So, king’s intention is incorrect.”

SPA leaders’ univocal stance has given impetus to the ongoing movement. Continue reading →

New article on UWB and D Wagle in UCLA’s Asia Media: Between activism and journalism
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By Deepak Adhikari

Eating and sleeping in the office because of curfew. Journalist/blogger Deepak (clad in sweater) having lunch at Kantipur Publication canteen with his colleagues. Journalists spent night in the office fearing that they would be deprived of reporting for the paper because of limited curfew pass provided by the authorities.

As the state imposed 18 hour curfew starting from 2 AM yesterday to 8 PM today, I decided to stay at office, for the authorities have not provided curfew pass to any media. After chatting over phones, sharing the anxieties with my colleagues, I finally hit the sack at midnight. In the morning, when I woke up, the sunbeam had entered the office chamber. I was wondering, recalling that morning shows the day axiom, what this glowing sun has in store for a country in the throes of transformation. Continue reading →

UWB! Team

Evening Updates

Chabahil, 6PM

Right now, student leader Gagan Thapa is addressing the mass that staged peaceful protest in the non-prohibited area. Here’s a quick update between 4:30 t0 6 PM:

In Chabahil a huge mass was singing with madals and chanting slogans. Human Rights acivists and monitors were watching the event. Police blocked the protesters from entering the probited area. A number of attempts were made to foil it, but all in vain. The protesters were mostly youths. Kantipur scribe Balaram Baniya commented that the Chabahil protests have come to the attention of media only lately. NC leader Bal Bahadur KC was leading the mass. A while later, the protesters sang the famed song Gaun Gaun bata utha (Wake up from village). The security forces were dispersing the bystanders. Most of them standing inside Ring Road were chased away. Continue reading →

The royal regime has deported a volunteer doctor who treated both the protesters and policemen alike

By Deepak Adhikari

Tuesday afternoon, when I reached Gongabu, I saw Dr. Brian Cobb, his name inscribed in Nepali, dressed in green T-shirt, ready to treat the injured ones. This 50-year old American doctor looked like a warrior himself. I introduced myself and told him: “You are doing a great job. I want to do a story on you.” He retorted: “Ah, that’s good.” He directed me towards his station where few volunteers were ready for their mission. I asked him about his work. He said he treated more policemen than the protesters on Monday. Continue reading →

Text By Deepak Adhikari /Photos By Rajaram Gautam

At 9:30 am, the procession of 3 hundred journos headed towards Gaushala. As it crossed the Bagmati Bridge, it encountered security men. They staged peaceful dharna. Suddenly, the police started baton charging. Kishor Shrestha, Mahendra Bista and Gopal Thapaliya and seven other scribes were injured. Surya Bahadur Thapa was arrested and severely beaten inside the police van. Nawaraj Chalise was also beaten. When scribes demanded press freedom, police ruthlessly beat and dispersed them. Continue reading →

By Deepak Adhikari

Last Saturday evening, as I was scanning through Huntington’s Who Are We, I heard sloganeering near my residence at Ghattekulo. Some twenty teenagers, most of them from the neighborhood, were chanting pro-democracy slogans. That made the denizens living in the cozy rooms of Ghattekulo, come out of their slumber and watch what’s happening, if not identify with that spectacular event. I accompanied them for a while, not chanting slogans but trying to decipher who they could be in the darkness of engulfing night. Continue reading →