Every day while I drive to work and fro I have this epiphany; what if the traffic police followed a work routine similar to that of other government employees? What would happen, if the fine women managing the traffic in Tripureshwor decided to take a long tea break? And if the traffic police in Gaushala chowk decided to register their attendance and take their wives for a shopping spree? Well, the Katmandu traffic would definitely come to a halt. Drivers would fight among each other and all hell would break loose. This article is a salute to all the hardworking men and women who have held the most difficult job in our country – managing the traffic. Our traffic lights never work. The solar panels that power the traffic signals have gathered dust. The drivers do not care. Everyone is in a hurry. The pedestrians are in a hurry. No one wants to wait. We have run out of patience – no one bothers to stop, look and go. Everyone wants to go, just go. The traffic police continue to
Being a mother of a eight yo girl is exhausting but fun sometimes. Currently I am in love with color grey, bread and my cheeky monkey. It changes often. I am passionate about education and I am working towards my goal to establish a school in my hometown.