In 1994, nearly 22 years ago, I (Khairul Hisham Hassan) graduated from The University of Sheffield in the UK with a Bachelor of Laws degree or LLB. And one of my core subjects was International Law.
Hence, together with my 3 Jakarta friends who come from Indonesian legal background and who graduated 15 years ago from Fakultas Hukum of Universitas Trisakti in Jakarta, I have set-up an international consulting firm in Jakarta which provides 'Consultancy on Doing Business in Jakarta' comprehensive services. Currently, most of our clients are Malaysian companies and factories which set-up their PT PMA branch company or Representative Office in Jakarta. These companies were referred to us by Matrade in Jakarta which is part of the Embassy of Malaysia in Jakarta. Having said that, at the end of the day it is purely and entirely up to those Malaysian investors to select or appoint any consulting firm or legal advisor of their own choice for their "Doing Business in Jakarta" matters.


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Sahabat-sahabat saya sekalian, tolong benarkan saya berkongsi dengan anda semua sedikit rasa gembira dan sedikit rasa bangga saya (Khairul Hisham Hassan) atas kurniaan anugerah darjah bangsawan "Raden Tumenggung" oleh Sultan Pakubuwono XIII dari Keraton (Istana) Surakarta, Jawa Tengah seperti dalam photo di atas. Sebenarnya selepas Indonesia merdeka, Sultan Keraton (Istana) Jogkakarta dan Keraton Surakarta hanya berperanan sebagai "Gabenor" di Jawa Tengah sahaja. Tapi Perlembagaan Indonesia tidak menghalang pihak Istana ini memberi anugerah darjah kebesaran kepada sesiapa yang Baginda Sultan mahu. Penyanyi Rossa juga ada menerima Darjah Kebangsawanan dari Sultan yang sama i.e Sri Sultan Pakubowono XIII pada 26 Jun 2011. (http://www.cumicumi.com/news/read/20596/rossa-senang-bergelar-bangsawan). Syukur kepada Allah atas anugerah ini.


Tapi yang penting ialah saya tidak pernah meminta-minta, tidak pernah melobi dan tidak pernah membayar kepada pihak Istana Surakarta untuk mendapat gelaran bangsawan ini. Sri Sultan Pakubuwono XIII berkenan menganugerahkan, maka saya terima sajalah anugerah bangsawan ini dengan rasa sangat berterimakasih kepada Sri Sultan dan rasa syukur kepada Allah yang takdirkan semua ini. Anda mahu lihat Mohor Diraja Tulisan Jawa Lama? Sila klik dan besarkan photo di atas. Kemudian sila anda lihat disebelah atas kanan foto. Anda mahu tahu siapa itu "Sultan Pakubuwono XIII"? Sila anda lihat: http://id.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kasunanan_Surakarta dan juga http://id.wikipedia.org/wiki/pakubuwana_XIII serta anda lihat http://www.karatonsurakarta.com/.



Saya beritahu isteri saya, di Malaysia kita ini biasa-biasa saja tapi Alhamdulillah di Pulau Jawa nama kita berdua secara rasmi ada di dalam "Senarai Bangsawan Istana Surakarta". Nenek-moyang saya yang ratusan tahun dulu datang dari Jawa Tengah pasti bangga dan gembira dengan gelaran bangsawan Keraton Jawa ini. Saya sering berkata kepada diri sendiri seandainya orang mengetahui siapa sebenarnya nenek-moyang atau leluhur saya, maka pasti mereka tidak merasa aneh kenapa saya bisa mendapat gelaran bangsawan Tanah Jawa ini. Hmmm... Namun semua ini tidak penting sehabuk pun bagi saya kerana akhirnya nanti saya akan berbaring di dalam liang lahad kubur seorang diri, tanpa gelaran "Raden Tumenggung" atau gelaran apa pun. Yang penting adalan amalan soleh saya. Period. Full stop.




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January 2015 photo of my 2nd DAUGHTER (Not my wife) i.e Intan Nur Qistina Khairul Hisham (Left) with my 4th kid, Mehmed Al Fateh Khairul Hisham (Right). Intan Nur Qistina is 19 years old. She is now studying at University of Malaya (UM) after completing her SPM at an Islamic boarding school in Kelantan while Mehmed Al Fateh is my 4 months old newborn son.





THIS IS MY LIFE PRINCIPLE
(KHAIRUL HISHAM HASSAN)
(A 45 YEARS OLD REAL MUSLIM FUNDAMENTALIST)
(i.e PROGRESSIVE, HONEST, HARDWORKING AND ROMANTIC MUSLIM)


As a Muslim I believe that the day will DEFINITELY come when my helpless dead body or jenazah finally will be carried away to the grave. As a Muslim I also believe that the day will DEFINITELY come when I will be in my Liang Lahad alone, dealing with Malaikat Munkar & Nakir. And that will be the day when anything else does not matter anymore except my good deeds, my amalan and my amal jariah that I have done when I am still alive. At the end of the day it does not matter anymore whether or not while we are living on this Planet Earth we have a big business empire or a beautiful wife or a big house or a big car or a high position in a big company etc. Does not matter anymore, my friend. Does not matter.




As a Muslim, I solemnly believe that: "The only true measure of my success in life is as to how far I have obeyed Allah's commandments, according to the Sunnah of the Prophet Muhammad S.A.W". Ukuran kejayaan SEBENAR seseorang manusia itu ialah sejauh mana dia dapat taat perintah Allah, berpandukan kepada sunnah Nabi Muhammad S.A.W. Justeru itu,
kalau seseorang itu kaya-raya atau berpangkat besar atau berwajah cantik atau berumah besar atau berkereta mewah atau bergelar 'Datuk', 'Datuk Seri', 'Tan Sri' tapi dia lalai solat, tidak berakhlak Islam dan tidak amalkan apa yang Islam suruh, maka di mata saya orang seperti ini bukanlah orang yang berjaya. Saya langsung tidak hormat orang seperti ini. Orang seperti ini tidak ada nilai di sisi Allah dan juga tidak ada nilai sehabuk pun di mata saya. Apakah saya kagum dengan kekayaan dan kedudukan orang seperti ini? Jauh sekali. Am I scared of this type of rich and 'powerful' people? Never. Insya-Allah I am not scared of any human-being in this world. Not even for a nanosecond. In my eyes, he or she is nothing. Yes, nothing. Period. Tetapi saya sangat hormat, sangat kagum, sangat kasih dan agak gementar apabila berhadapan dengan orang yang sebenar-benarnya 'Orang Yang Berjaya' iaitu orang yang menjaga solatnya, membaca Al Quran setiap hari, berdisplin Solat Tahajud setiap malam, berakhlak Islam dan tidak pongoh, pemurah dan tidak kedekut-pahit serta cuba mengamalkan keseluruhan ajaran Islam dalam kehidupannya.




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On 28 January 2016 my age was 46 years old. By the way, my eldest daughter is now 21 years old. She is currently studying at International Islamic University (UIA) Malaysia. My second daughter is 19 years old and she is now studying at University of Malaya. And my third child is a 12 years old son. Alhamdulillah after a gap of 10 years, my wife who was 44 years old at that time delivered our fourth child on 24 September 2014 (Photo Above). Well...I do not call myself 'The Descendant of Majapahit Palace Warrior' for nothing, right...? :-) Syukur Alhamdulillah my wife has a smooth and safe delivery. Actually I have told my wife that if our newborn child is a baby girl I will name her 'Intan Nur Iriana'. The meaning of Iriana in Greek is 'peace'. Iriana is also the name of the wife of new Indonesian President Joko Widodo. However, it is our destiny to have another son, not daughter. Hence, I name my newborn son 'Mehmed Al Fateh Bin Khairul Hisham'. Sultan Mehmed Al Fateh is the Muslim Chalip whom at the age of 21 conquered Constantinople which is the modern-day Istanbul. He also brought Islam to Bosnia, Albania and Southern Europe. It is said that Sultan Mehmed Al Fateh has never failed to perform Solat Tahajjud every single night throughout his life from the age of puberty (akil baligh) until the day he died on 3rd of May 1481. It is my wish and also my wife's wish that our son, Mehmed Al Fateh Khairul Hisham will be a brave and pious Muslim like Sultan Mehmed Al Fateh and will never fail to perform Solat Tahajjud each and every night. Amin Ya Allah.



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These are my two beloved daughters: (Left) Intan Nur Farhana Khairul Hisham. She is my 21 years old eldest child. She is the one who is now studying at International Islamic University (UIA) Malaysia. (Right) Intan Nur Qistina Khairul Hisham. She is my 19 years old second daughter. She is now studying at University of Malaya (UM). Yes, both are my lovely princesses! Or shall I say my Javanese and Kelantanese princesses because I am a Javanese warrior and their mother is a Kelantanese lady! I have 3 kids. Apart from two daughters, I also have two sons. Their name are Mahathir Khatami Khairul Hisham who is now 12 years old and Mehmed Al Fateh Khairul Hisham who was born 15 months ago on 23 September 2014.




Kepada Teman-Teman Sekalian Di Mana Jua Pun Anda Berada: Saya Ucapkan Selamat Hari Raya Aidil Fitri Dan Salam Lebaran Minal Aidin Wal Faizin. Saya (Khairul Hisham Bin Hassan) Adalah Seorang Manusia Yang Banyak Kelemahan. Maka Sempena Hari Raya Aidil Fitri Yang Mulia Ini Saya Memohon Agar Anda Bisa Memaafkan Saya Jika Selama Ini Ada Bicara Saya Yang Menyalakan Api Kemarahan Anda, Jika Ada Perbuatan Saya Yang Menimbulkan Kebencian Anda, Jika Ada Tulisan Saya Yang Menyinggung Perasaan Anda, Jika Ada Akhlak Saya Yang Berbau Keangkuhan Dan Jika Ada Jenaka Saya Yang Berlebihan. Sesungguhnya Suatu Hari Nanti Pasti Akan Tiba Jua Saatnya Saya Akan Bersendirian Di Dalam Liang Lahad. Dan Semoga Pada Hari Apabila Jenazah Saya Diturunkan Ke Liang Lahad Itu, Tiadalah Dosa Sesama Manusia Di Antara Saya Dan Anda. Amen..
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The above photo was taken by my wife near our rented house when both of us lived in Sheffield, north of England 22 years ago. I publish this photo here in my blog just to share my sweet memory with my dear blog readers only. Not to show-off whatsoever. That time I was doing my law degree at The University of Sheffield. It's Winter 1993. Being newly married I just wanted to impress my wife with some steps of my Pencak Silat during the snowfall. Maybe, just maybe, I was the first Malaysian man to perform Pencak Silat (an Indonesian and Malaysian martial art) during heavy snowfall in Sheffield. Well...I do not think Hang Jebat or Hang Tuah dares to perform Pencak Silat during -5 degree Celsius snowfall just by wearing their thin Baju Melayu. Yes, no doubt that Hang Jebat was a brave and hot-tempered man. Yes, he was also the only Malay who was not afraid to tell the cruel Sultan of Malacca more than 500 years ago: "Wahai Sultan Yang Zalim, don't make me angry. You wouldn't like me when I'm angry". But I am sure this -5 Celsius degree snowfall will melt whatever spirit left in this great 'Incredible Hulk of Ancient Malacca Kingdom' who loved to run amok here and run amok there.


And...what about Gusti Adipati Handaya Ningrat? (For your information,
Gusti Adipati Handaya Ningrat was a Majapahit Palace Warrior who failed to assassinate Hang Tuah. He was also a hot-tempered Majapahit Prince with a significant high blood pressure problem who could not accept any slightest criticism on his style of leadership. His sister by the name of 'Gusti Putri Retno Dumillah' eventually became the legendary 'Puteri Gunung Ledang'. Legend has it that even after 500 years, Gusti Putri Retno Dumillah is still residing at Gunung Ledang in Malaysia although the Malaysian Immigration Department has never granted her any Expatriate Visa, Permanent Residency or even Spouse Visa). I guess Gusti Adipati Handaya Ningrat would easily win 'Mr Bean Of The Year Award' if he did perform his Pencak Silat here in Sheffield just by wearing his traditional shirtless Majapahit warrior's costume. But one thing for sure..., no matter how sakti this Gusti Adipati Handaya Ningrat was, the -5 degree Celsius temperature would make him shivering non-stop to the extent that the English people would think this shirtless Majapahit Palace Warrior was high on drugs or narkoba while performing his Javanese Pencak Silat!










Who's that guy in the above photo snapped by my wife during Winter 1993 when we lived in Sheffield? Is he Dicky Zulkarnaen The Indonesian Famous Actor? Wrong. Is he Si Pitung Macan Betawi? Nope. He is just 'Si Khairul Kucing Malaysia'! A blast from the past. Look at the background of the photo. Oh! I love living in England. For me, the Victorian style houses in England make it so picturesque. It's a romantic place to live especially in the northern part of England like Sheffield which is near the lake districts. That Winter 1993 was the most memorable winter because I just married in that year. So that Winter 1993 was the first Winter that I had a halal companion sleeping next to me, as husband and wife during long cold night. My wife said I was her 'Natural Winter Heater' that kept her warm and comfortable throughout very cold -5 degree Celsius Winter night.


Sekadar menggamit secebis kenangan lalu saja nih. Hmmm...selagi dinamakan manusia, kita nggak akan bisa melupakan kenangan lalu.
Pasti nggak akan bisa. Nggak seperti komputer yang kapan-kapan saja bisa di delete memory dalam CPU. Maka, apabila kenangan lalu tiba-tiba datang menjelma dan mampir di Inbox pikiran kita, tanpa kita minta, tanpa kita undang, tanpa kemahuan kita, sama ada kenangan itu kenangan yang manis ataupun kenangan yang amat menyedihkan dan sadis, sebagai seorang Muslim mari kita redha dengan Qada dan Qadar yang Allah telah tentukan untuk kita.
Seperti kata teman saya dari Surabaya yang ganteng, Bapak Firman Hadi Sukma Pratama (Pakar Kuasa Pikiran Bawah Sadar dan Founder Wahana Sejati): "Iya, nikmati ajalah..."


JUST MY SPECIAL NOTE: Mari kita tenang-tenang aja karena sebagaimana Allah bisa menjadikan apa pun untuk hal-hal yang sudah pun berlaku, maka sesungguhnya Allah juga bisa mentakdirkan apa pun untuk hal-hal yang akan datang walaupun kelihatannya mustahil untuk berlaku jika menurut logika akal. Bukankah dalam Surah Al Maidah Ayat 40, Allah berfirman: "Dan Allah Maha Kuasa atas segala sesuatu".









PHOTO: THESE BAMBOO TREES FORM A MIND-SOOTHING PANORAMIC VIEW AT THE ENTRANCE OF THE PONDOK PESANTREN AT DESA KERTARAHAYU. I SPEND EVERY WEEKEND AT THIS PONDOK PESANTREN; LEARNING TAFSIR AL QURAN, CONDUCTING MY FREE ENGLISH CLASS TO 'SANTRI & SANTRIWATI' AND MAKING A CONTINUOUS EFFORT TO BE A HAFIZ AL QURAN BEFORE I DIE. AMEN YA ALLAH...


No doubt I love every single minute running my own consultancy business from Monday to Friday at my Jakarta office located not far from the Embassy of Malaysia. BUT for me, the most beautiful thing about living in Jakarta is being able to spend my time every weekend at a Pondok Pesantren Tahfiz Al Quran at Desa Kertarahayu in Kecamatan Setu. This Islamic traditional learning place is located at a panoramic remote village which is a two-hour drive from Jakarta. This is my Paradise. This is my 'Heaven on Earth'. The Pondok Pesantren is located in the middle of a green aromatic ginger and sesame farm, surrounded by paddy fields and green hills. During my weekend stay at this Pondok Pesantren, I diligently learn in-depth about Tajwid and Tafsir Al Quran directly from a charismatic ulama by the name of Pak Kiyai Sarno who is very religious and very well-versed in Ilmu Fiqih, Tafsir Al Quran and Ilmu Hadith. Every single of his explanation is substantiated by the relevant verses in Al Quran and Hadith Sahih.









PHOTO: THREE BEAUTIFUL MUSLIMAH AND HAFIZAH OF PONDOK PESANTREN AT DESA KERTARAHAYU WHO WON THE “MUSABAQAH TAHFIZ AL QURAN SE-JABODETABEK" RECENTLY. THEY ARE ISTIQOMAH IRSYADIAH (LEFT) AND AMATULLAH ASSAATIRAH (YOUNGEST DAUGHTER OF PAK KIYAI SARNO)


Pak Kiyai Sarno is a Hafiz who has memorized 30 Juz of Al Quran and could recite the Al Quran verses from memory. His wife (Ibu Rachmah Julaeha) is also a Hafizah. And the 3 sons of Pak Kiyai Sarno are Hafiz Al Quran too. They are Mas Salahuddin, Mas Muhammad Al Fateh and Mas Mujahid. By the way, Mas Salahuddin and Mas Muhammad Al Fateh are now studying at Al Azhar in Egypt while Mas Mujahid is assisting Pak Kiyai Sarno to run his Pondok Pesantren. But Pak Kiyai Sarno plans to send Mas Mujahid to further his study in Sudan in 3 years time. Pak Kiyai Sarno's 10 years old beautiful youngest daughter (Amatullah Assaatirah) so far has managed to memorize 10 Juz of Al Quran.


Actually this is not so much about how many verses, chapters or Juz of Al Quran that a Muslim has managed to memorize. Having said that, it is indeed a proven fact that in order to succesfully memorize all 6,666 verses or 30 Juz of Al Quran, a Hafiz needs to observe his behaviour, akhlak and ibadah strictly based on Islamic rules and regulations. They must also lower their gaze. It is extremely unlikely that a person can eventually be a Hafiz or Hafizah if he or she is not humble. And for a Hafiz or Hafizah, patience is definitely a virtue. They also need to ensure that they do not use their mouth to talk bad about others or insult other human-beings or cause hatred among human-beings. These underlying principles which actually have shaped a Hafiz or Hafizah's behaviour or akhlak to be a very well behaved human-being or 'manusia berakhlak mulia' that makes our Planet Earth a better place to live. Since they have to put in practice in their daily life all the life principles outlined in the Al Quran verses that they have memorized, they ultimately become 'Al Quran Bergerak' or 'The Moving Al Quran'
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PHOTO: THIS IS THE VILLAGE ROAD OUTSIDE THE PERIMETER WALL OF THE PONDOK PESANTREN. FOR ME, THIS IS THE ROAD TO MY 'HEAVEN ON EARTH'. FRIDAY EVENING IS MY BEST MOMENT OF THE WEEK BECAUSE EVERY FRIDAY EVENING I WILL TRAVEL TO DESA KERTARAHAYU TO SPEND MY WEEKEND AT THE PONDOK PESANTREN.
FROM MY OFFICE, IT TAKES ABOUT 2 OR 3 HOURS TO REACH THERE. I CAN'T DESCRIBE TO YOU THE NATURAL SENSE OF HAPPINESS IN MY HEART WHEN I SEE THE ENTRANCE GATE OF THE PONDOK PESANTREN, THE PADDY-FIELDS NEARBY AND ALSO THE VERY MOMENT I SEE HIJAB-CLAD MUSLIMAH STROLLING AROUND THE PONDOK PESANTREN AREA. AND USUALLY 10 TO 15 MINUTES AFTER I HAVE ARRIVED AT THE PONDOK, THE MUSLIMAH OR HAFIZAH WILL SERVE ME DELICIOUS INDONESIAN VILLAGE DISHES. OH DEAR! I LOVE THE 'SUASANA AL QURAN' AT THIS PONDOK. I LOVE THE HEAVENLY BEHAVIOUR OF THE PEOPLE AT THIS PONDOK. I LOVE THE VILLAGE FOOD SERVED TO ME AT THIS PONDOK. WHAT CAN I SAY...I SIMPLY FALL IN LOVE WITH THIS PONDOK PESANTREN!


The truth is I am already 46 years old. So, I asked Pak Kiyai Sarno whether it is too old for me to start memorizing all 30 Juz of Al Quran, slowly but surely, during my weekend stay at this Pondok Pesantren and Insya-Allah eventually become a Hafiz Al Quran. Pak Kiyai Sarno answered that no, it is not too old because he has seen a 50 years old man successfully memorizing the whole 30 Juz of Al Quran and became a Hafiz at that later stage of his life. This true story really inspires me. Yes, Monday to Friday I am an International Law Consultant who run my own consultancy business at the heart of Jakarta City Centre but that does not stop me to start learning to become a Hafiz Al Quran during my weekend rendezvous at this Pondok Pesantren. I told Pak Kiyai Sarno that no matter how challenging it will be and no matter how long it will take to become a Hafiz Al Quran, I will persevere and I will istiqomah because I want to die not just as a businessman. In fact I want to die as a Hafiz Al Quran. Yes, I do. This is despite the fact that I come from British law education background and not from Islamic studies background. Indeed this is my new personal ambition. Amen Ya Allah... By the way, to read the 12 benefits and prerogatives of being a Hafiz Al Quran please scroll your mouse to the bottom left of my blog. Each prerogative is supported by the relevant Hadith and verses from Al Quran.









PHOTO: THE MUSLIMAH AND HAFIZAH OF PONDOK PESANTREN ARE IN THE MIDST OF PERFORMING MURAJA’AH OF THE VERSES OF AL QURAN. THESE KIND-HEARTED MUSLIMAHS ARE BEAUTIFUL, SOFT-SPOKEN, POLITE, RELIGIOUS, OBEDIENT AND NO DOUBT THEY ARE SMART


Each time I am at this Pondok Pesantren, the Muslimahs ('Hafizah' or future 'Hafizah') who are learning Islam at this Pondok Pesantren would happily serve and cook for me very delicious Indonesian village dishes for my breakfast, lunch and dinner. These kind-hearted Muslimahs are beautiful, very soft-spoken, very polite, religious, obedient and no doubt they are very smart (what can I say, they memorize 30 chapters of Al Quran). These virgins have the discipline of performing Solat Tahajjud and Solat-Solat Malam every night. For me, it is an honour and a privilege to conduct my free English Class to them every Saturday and Sunday during my weekend rendezvous at this Pondok Pesantren, learning Tajwid and Tafsir Al Quran from their Guru (Pak Kiyai Sarno). And I must confess that by looking at their mind-soothing face alone is enough to make the work stress of my consultancy business in the heart of Jakarta City Centre from Monday to Friday simply gone with the wind. Oh dear...no kidding. And I am very sure this such a soft-spoken Pondok Pesantren lady can definitely make even an extremely violent man like Mike Tyson or Incredible Hulk purrs like a kitten. Yes, you hear me right, purrs like a kitten...


JUST MY SPECIAL NOTE: The purpose I disclose that I am now conducting free English class during my weekend stay at Pondok Pesantren is NOT to show-off or menunjuk-nunjuk. On the other hand, my ONLY purpose is I hope by sharing this story I can inspire all my other friends wherever they are, who have certain skills and specialization to infaq (donate) their skills for the benefit of others by giving their free services or free class during their weekend or free time. Pak Kiyai Sarno has taught me that infaq does not necessarily in the form of money or tangible assets only. Well...besides spending our weekend at Wet World, Taman Negara, Zoo Negara, Pantai Seri Tujuh, Genting Highland, shopping mall, restaurant or other entertainment centre, wouldn't it good if we can also do something and infaq our skills for the benefit of other human-beings during our weekend, right? Wrong? Of course 'right' lah, right...









PHOTO: IN FRONT OF THE 'KAMAR TAMU' ALLOCATED BY PAK KIYAI SARNO FOR ME AND MY KELANTANESE WIFE TO PUT UP DURING MY WEEKEND STAY AT THE PONDOK PESANTREN


Pak Kiyai Sarno has also allocated a comfortable Guest Room for me and my Kelantanese wife to put up during our weekend stay. What a romantic night at this Pondok Pesantren with extremely mind-soothing night breeze blowing from the nearby mountain and paddy fields. I always have a 'feel-good' feeling whenever I am at this Pondok Pesantren. It reminds me of the same feeling during the honeymoon time with my wife when we were newly married 20 years ago in 1993. At that time both of us were nothing but just a 23 and 22 years old young innocent couple who married at such a young age to get Keredhaan Allah. And what a feeling to have my bath here using very clean natural mountain ground water from the well. Oh Mammamia! Mammamia!


JUST KIDDING: But please do not have any slightest imagination of a gagah-perkasa man like me having a romantic private bath or bermandi-manda with a beautiful virgin Muslimah or Hafizah during my weekend rendezvous here. Sheesh...Tak elok tu.










PHOTO: THIS PONDOK PESANTREN IS LOCATED IN THE MIDDLE OF A GREEN SESAME FARM, SURROUNDED BY GREEN PADDY-FIELDS AND GREEN MOUNTAIN. INDEED IT’S MY GREEN PARADISE!



Furthermore, I can't find any word in any dictionary ever published on this Planet Earth to describe my happiness performing Solat Tahajjud and Solat-Solat Malam together with these 'santri-santri' each night when I am staying at this Pondok Pesantren. And what a satisfaction to conduct free English lesson class for them
every weekend at this Pondok Pesantren. The unique thing about this Pondok Pesantren is apart from Islamic studies, this Pondok Pesantren also teaches 'modern' subjects such as English Language, Mathematics and Computer Skills because for their school-age 'santri' they also sit for Indonesian Ujian Nasional which is similar to SPM Exams in Malaysia or O-Level Exams in the UK.









PHOTO: PADDY-FIELDS AROUND THE PONDOK PESANTREN MAKE THE VIEW HERE VERY PICTURESQUE ESPECIALLY DURING SUNRISE AND SUNSET. INDEED THIS IS MY ‘HEAVEN ON EARTH’



Perhaps it's worth mentioning that it's my dream and also my wife's dream to spend most of our post-retirement time later
in a Pondok Pesantren like this which is located in a beautiful Indonesian village surrounded by green hills. We also plan to contribute something to the Pondok Pesantren in term of our skills. I plan to continue teaching these 'anak-anak Pondok Pesantren' English Language and my wife can teach them Computer Skills. By spending our time at Pondok Pesantren, my wife and I plan to learn more about Tafsir Al Quran from the Pak Kiyai. It's also our dream to have the discipline to perform Solat-Solat Malam and Solat Tahajud each and every night together, as a husband and wife, at the Pondok Pesantren. And during day time we will enjoy doing some farming over here. No doubt, it is Heaven on Earth in whatever way both of us see it. Indeed it is.









PHOTO: THIS IS THE ACCOMMODATION BUILDING FOR THE MUSLIMAH AND HAFIZAH OF THIS PONDOK PESANTREN. THE SECOND AND THIRD FLOOR ARE STILL UNDER CONSTRUCTION. PRAISE TO ALLAH, ALHAMDULLILAH I HAVE MANAGED TO GET MANY OF MY MALAYSAN FRIENDS TO TRANSFER MONEY TO THE PONDOK PESANTREN AS THEIR ‘INFAQ AMAL JARIYAH’. PAK KIYAI SARNO HAS TAUGHT ME THAT IN SURAH AL BAQARAH (VERSE 261) ALLAH HAS PROMISED THAT FOR EVERY 1 THING YOU INFAQ, ALLAH WILL MULTIPLY IT AND GIVE YOU BACK 700 TIMES. INDEED. ALLAH WILL NEVER BREACH HIS PROMISE. NEVER. NEVER. EVER.









PHOTO: THIS IS THE PONDOK PESANTREN MOSQUE WHICH IS USED AS THE CENTRE OF ACTIVITIES. I CONDUCT MY ENGLISH CLASS DURING MY WEEKEND HERE INSIDE THIS MOSQUE. AND EVERY SATURDAY NIGHT I HAPPILY WATCH ISLAMIC FILM INSIDE THIS MOSQUE BY USING PROJECTOR AND PORTABLE WHITE SCREEN TOGETHER WITH ALL THE HAFIZ AND HAFIZAH. WHO SAYS IN ISLAM WE CANNOT 'MENONTON WAYANG'? OF COURSE WE CAN. BUT WE MUST OBSERVE THE SYARIAH GUIDELINES. NO PROBLEM AT ALL. I CAN SEE THEY ENJOY 'NOBAR' AND THEIR WEEKLY MOVIE WATCHING SESSION...










PHOTO: I WISH M.NASIR, THE LEGENDARY MALAYSIAN SONG COMPOSER IS HERE WITH ME, SPENDING TIME UNDER A TREE NEAR THE PADDY-FIELDS AROUND THE PONDOK PESANTREN. THIS SCENIC VIEW MAY STIMULATE M.NASIR’S CREATIVE MIND TO COMPOSE MANY NEW ROMANTIC SONGS! OH I LOVE ROMANTIC SONGS COMPOSED BY M.NASIR SUCH AS 'KEPADAMU KEKASIH' AND 'SUATU MASA'. DO YOU REMEMBER THESE BEAUTIFUL LYRICS?: “BAGAIMANAKAN KU MULA, DAN APAKAH KATA-KATA, YANG INDAH UNTUK DIABADIKAN, TIAP WAJAH BERKISAH, TIAP MADAH BERERTI, MANAKAH ILHAMKU…, CAHAYA DI MATAMU, SENYUM DI BIBIRMU, MENGUKIR SERIBU TANDA PERTANYAAN, MUNGKINKAH KAU JUA DALAM KERINDUAN, DI SAAT BEGINI AKU MERINDUKAN…” (WELL...GEMUK-GEMUK SAYA PUN ADA PERASAAN JUGA..., SIAPA BILANG ORANG GEMUK NGGAK DIBENARKAN ADA PERASAAN 'JIWANG' YA...? NGGAK SALAH KOK..., APATAH LAGI PERASAAN 'JIWANG' ITU HANYA TERHADAP ISTERI SENDIRI. GITU...) BY THE WAY, SINCE M.NASIR ALREADY COMPOSED 'KERONCONG UNTUK ANA' SONG, PERHAPS IT’S A GOOD IDEA IF HERE AT PONDOK PESANTREN HE CAN COMPOSE 'KERONCONG UNTUK ANTA'. I CAN BE THE PENYANYI LATAR










PHOTO: THE PONDOK PESANTREN IS SURROUNDED BY PADDY-FIELDS ON ONE SIDE AND THIS JUNGLE GREENERY ON THE OTHER SIDE. BEING HERE IS LIKE SPENDING TIME IN OUR TAMAN NEGARA BACK IN MALAYSIA. DURING NIGHT TIME ALL SORTS OF MUSICAL VOICE OF INSECTS AND BIRDS CAN BE HEARD COMING FROM THIS JUNGLE. BUT I HAVE NEVER HEARD THE SOUND OF TIGER OR LION ROARING. THAT’S GOOD NEWS BECAUSE COMPARED TO 20 YEARS AGO; I CAN’T RUN THAT FAST ANYMORE. FURTHERMORE, I MUST CONFESS THAT I AM A MAN WITH 3 MONTHS 'PREGNANT' TUMMY. THANKS TO INDONESIAN DELICIOUS FOOD SUCH AS ES TELER, BEBEK KALEYO, PECAL LELE LELA, AYAM BAKAR MAS MONO, AYAM BAKAR WONG SOLO, CHICKEN STORY, SOTO GEBREK, PISANG BAKAR, AYAM KALASAN, MARTABAK BANGKA, KONRO DAENG TATA, AYAM GORENG MBOK BEREK, GADO-GADO BOPLO, SOTO BETAWI, SOTO MAKASAR, SATE SENAYAN, RAWON SETAN, TAHU PETIS KEDUNGDORO, BEBEK SONGKEM, SEMANGGI DEMPO, NASI KRAWU BU RIDA AND MANY MORE. IT SEEMS THAT UNLESS AND UNTIL I CONSUME 'ALPHA LIPID SLIM DIET 2', I WILL BE FOREVER PREGNANT....

















Mari Kita Tetap Rendah Diri Meskipun
Punya Wajah Cantik,
Karena Wajah Terakhir Kita Adalah Wajah Jenazah Pucat Pasi

Mari Kita Tetap Rendah Diri Meskipun Punya Rumah Besar,
Karena Rumah Terakhir Kita Adalah Liang Lahad


Mari Kita Tetap Rendah Diri Meskipun Punya Busana Mahal,
Karena Busana Terakhir Kita Adalah Kain Kafan


Mari Kita Tetap Rendah Diri Meskipun Punya Kulit Mulus Dan Kinclong,
Karena Kulit Terakhir Kita Adalah Tanah Kuburan


Mari Kita Tetap Rendah Diri Meskipun Punya Mobil Mewah,
Karena Kendaraan Terakhir Kita Adalah Keranda Mayat


Mari Kita Tetap Rendah Diri Meskipun Punya Minyak Wangi Bergengsi,
Karena Wangian Terakhir Kita Adalah Kapur Barus








"Ya Allah...Jika Dengan Terus Hidup, Saya Khairul Hisham Bin Hassan Akan Dapat Terus Beribadat Untuk Menambahkan Pahala Dan Akan Dapat Terus Berbuat Amalan Kebaikan Serta Akan Dapat Terus Memberi Manafaat Kepada Orang Lain, Maka Saya Mohon Tolonglah Panjangkan Umur Saya Ya Allah..."

"Tetapi Ya Allah...Jika Dengan Terus Hidup, Saya Khairul Hisham Bin Hassan Akan Hanya Menambah Berbuat Dosa Dan Akan Hanya Menyakiti Hati Orang Lain Serta Akan Hanya Memberi Mudarat Kepada Orang Lain, Maka Saya Mohon Tolonglah Matikan Saya Secepat Yang Mungkin Jika Mati Itu Lebih Baik Bagi Saya. Dan Matikanlah Saya Dalam Husnul Khotimah..."





Monday, March 8, 2010

Uniqueness of Kathmandu


Total 29 Interesting Photos In This Week Blog. Enjoy!

Photo: My Nepali Partner, Basu Rijal (R) And His Beautiful Wife (L) With Colours Smeared On Their Face, Dancing In Style Celebrating Holi Festival, The Festival of Colours. Is It The Malay Zapin Dance? No Way Man. It's The Great Nepali Dance!

Photo: Kathmandu Tuk Tuk Which Is Bigger Than Its Cousin, the Khartoum Tuk Tuk

NAMASTE & ASSALAMUALAIKUM

"Tapai laai kasto chha?" ("How are you?" in Nepali language).
To my
Malay friends, if a Nepali ask you this "Tapai laai kasto chha?" it is got nothing to do with "Tapai Ubi" (Fermented Tapioca) or "Tapai Beras" (Fermented Rice) okay. Instead you can answer "Malai thik cha" which means "I am fine'.By right this week blog-posting should be done on Sunday but it is dragged to Wednesday due to unreliable internet service provided by Wordlink, the sole broadband fixed line internet provider in Nepal.

Out of frustration, sometime I shouted "Worstlink" and not "Worldlink". Actually my "Sifu" (Grand Master) who created this word "Worstlink" is my Nepali branch staff (Pratima Manandhar).

This is because each time when there is electricy in the office but the internet is still not connected, Pratima will bravely fight for all of us by calling Wordlink Customer Support. Sometimes four or five times per day to complain and demand them to do something. Thus, I think by now Wordlink Customer Support staffs have already recognized Pratima's voice. For me, Pratima has every right to be angry with Worldlink.

In total solidarity with Pratima, unless and until Wordlink initiates a big drastic enhancement to their system to ensure better internet connection, today I solemnly declare that that Wordlink big slogan "Nothing Else, Just Pure Internet" should be changed to "Nothing Else, Just Pure Frustration!"

I would rather have internet connection than Manisha Koirala in my room because even if she is in my room, what can I do?


Perhaps due Manisha's ultimate beauty, my saliva would automatically come out from my innocent mouth. But I still can't touch her, can I? I can only smell her. I can only see her. I can only stare at her but because she is not my halal wife surely I can't touch her, right?

Look, I don't mean to look innocent here. It's the reality. I need internet connection more than I need a connection with Manisha Koirala.

Anyway, before the internet connection is disconnected again as a revenge towards me for criticizing them and for saying "Worstlink" instead of "Wordlink", let us talk about some interesting stories from Nepal in this week blog posting.

Let's go to our first topic


Photo: Rickshaw in Kathmandu With Its Plastic Blow Horn That Sounds Like Monkey


KATHMANDU- THE "HORN" CAPITAL OF THE WORLD

Last year in my blog posting on 7th June 2009 I wrote that the Sudanese drivers are indeed "horn lover".

However after staying more than a month in Kathmandu, now I realize the situation of noise pollution caused by unbearable continuous pressing of horn in Sudan is not as bad as in Kathmandu.


In other words, when come to "horn", Khartoum is just a kindergarten kid as compared to Kathmandu. Over here I must say it is 5 times worse than in Sudan.At least in Khartoum there are not so many motorcycles on the road as compared to Kathmandu. To a foreigner like me, the frequency of hearing never ending horn that comes from motorcycles, cars, bus, van, microbus are sometimes unbearable and distressing.

If we refer to Department of Transport Management Nepal statistics, until July 2008 there are nearly 4.9 million motorcycles, 93266 cars, 40104 tractors and 17,842 bus on the road in Nepal.

If including other vehicles such as the three wheelers Tempo or "Tuk Tuk" total all together is 7.03 million vehicles on the road in Nepal.


Can you imagine if this 4.9 million motorcycles press their horn at least once every 2 minute, how chaotic the traffic condition in Nepal is, particularly in Kathmandu. I can bet with you without any shadow of doubt that every 5 seconds there must be someone who will press his horn either car horn or motorcycle horn.
It is very noisy on Kathmandu road. Noisy. Noisy. Noisy.

However the magic part is it seems that nobody is getting angry for being "horned". Their face does not show any expression of anger for being harassed by the horn of other riders or drivers.
I guess it is all because you can't be angry if others horn at you because the next minute you will horn at others too.

I found out the Nepalis are very patient when comes to "horn" matters. The horn is nothing to them. I believe if this is in Malaysia, a horn can lead to a "Gulf War" between the two drivers. Pressing horn at others without a very strong reason is also considered as uncivilized manner when you are driving in London.


You can hear many types of horn sound here in Kathmandu. From a rather friendly tone in which the horn sound like an echo at Grand Canyon to a very fierce-sounded no-nonsense horn.

I believe if this phenomenon of non stop of horn occurs on the road of Kuala Lumpur or London, somebody must already got high blood pressure. A horn on the road of Kuala Lumpur or London is akin to a declaration of war by the driver who is pressing horn to the other drivers or riders.

The funny thing is even a non-motorized rickshaw is equipped with horn, although it is just a plastic blow horn. This plastic blow horn creates a funny sound like the sound of a monkey jumping from one branch to other branch of tree that I used to hear at the back of my grandfather's house in Johor, Malaysia.


I can say that the traffic condition here is crazy and chaotic because on a quite narrow street you can see all kind of vehicles such as rickshaws, bicycles, motorbikes, cars, people and also street sellers.


And do not be surprised if you see goats on the street of Kathmandu too! If just goats I think it is still okay. As long as there is no King Cobra or elephant on the road I guess I am still happy.
However, you can't find donkey-cart on the street of Kathmandu like in Sudan.

Having said all the above, in one way I can say it is somehow justified for these Kathmandu drivers or bikers to use their horn to warn people to stay away from them. It is because the roads and streets in Kathmandu are generally very much smaller than the roads and streets in Kuala Lumpur.

In Kuala Lumpur the road is very wide with many lanes and all the lanes are clearly marked and divided by white, shiny road lines.
But in Kathmandu there is no road lines marked on the road to show the different lanes. Therefore during office rush hours it is common to see on one small road the vehicles form 3 different lanes.

That's why even by using motorcycle on the road of Kathmandu it does not guarantee you from a jam-free travelling.
At least in Kuala Lumpur if you use a motorcycle, the biggest advantage is 99 percent of the time you are going to have a smooth journey because you can "squeeze" between two cars or ride on the road line dividing the two wide lanes.

In Kathmandu it is common to see the motorcycle riders also stuck in a traffic jam because there is simply no more space for them to squeeze or "menyelit' their motorcycle to pass through the traffic jam.


However, one good thing about Kathmandu is I have never seen any motorcycle rider or car driver involves in any fighting or heated argument on the road of Kathmandu.
Everybody seems very patient in the sense that if the other driver behind him blasts his horn to a very high decibel like in a rock concert, nobody is angry and nobody has got a high blood pressure.

I even saw a taxi driver who was still siting at his driving seat tried to adjust back the position of the side-mirror of a car next to him
which moved a little bit from its original position because his taxi has unintentionally hit the side mirror. Nobody get angry. Nobody was shouting at that time. But the sound of horn would really "kill" you if you come from a quiet place like Kuala Lumpur or London.

By the way, while writing this blog at 2:35 am in the morning in my apartment in Thamel area, I still can hear some "lunatic" driver pressing their car horn when passing by my apartment.

I am not sure as to why he pressed his car horn at this very early morning hours. Is it because he sees a dog crossing the road or what but I guess it's old habits die hard.
Many times at this wee hours I can still hear the sound of car horns on the road in Kathmandu. I was so puzzled. This is not 2pm in the afternoon. For goodness sake it is 2am early morning. Why on earth these lonely drivers need to press their car horns?

But sometimes it is scary too because perhaps they saw ghost crossing the road near my apartment! And out of surprise they press their car horns!



Photo: In Nepal, Tractor Is Not Only Used In The Farm But Also As A Mode of Transportation


TRACTOR AS A MEAN OF TRANSPORTATION IN NEPAL

Statistics by Department of Transport Management also shows that there are 40,104 tractors on the road of Nepal. Obviously in Nepal tractor is not only used in the farm but also on the road as a mode of transportation.

I myself saw last week there were many tractors on the road on my way to do a presentation at Golkarna Golf Resort.

You surely can imagine the noise and air pollution caused by this tractor which carries agriculture products, building materials and sometimes animals.

Thank God the Nepali government does not allow a military tank to be used as a mode of transportation in Nepal, the same way they allow tractors to be used as a mode of transportation on the road in Nepal. If not, I am sure the Nepalis especially the Maoist combatants will be happily using this military tank as a mode of transportation to go to work or to go to the nearest restaurant to have a "Teh Tarik" or breakfast.

The best part is if you use a military tank nobody dares to curse you no matter how slow you are driving because they know anytime you can bomb them if they dare to curse you or disturb you.


By the way, you can drive on the road with confidence because nobody would know who the driver of the tank is. Perhaps inside the tank is just a cute little "uptown" girl Barbie Doll who is driving the tank.

Photo: A Microbus, The King of The Road In Nepal


IN MALAYSIA WE HAVE MICROCHIP, IN NEPAL THEY HAVE MICROBUS

Based on Department of Transport Management statistics there are now around 1,935 microbus. In Malaysia we can see a few big manufacturing plants which produce microchip and microprocessor such as Intel and AMD manufacturing plants, but in Nepal they are proud of their "microbus".

What is actually a "microbus"? When I mention the word "minibus" I believe Malaysian will surely know what it is because minibus used to be the King of the Road in Kuala Lumpur before it was put off the road at the end of 1990s. But what I am trying to explain here is not about a "minibus". On the hand it is about a "microbus"


Initially when I heard the word "microbus" I thought it is a damn smart bus run by a computer system or what. Who knows Nepali technology is more advanced that Malaysia or United States. Later I found out there is no high-tech gadget inside a microbus like we can found in a smart car "Knight Rider" .

As a matter of fact, a microbus is just a van that been used as a bus, hence the name "microbus". A microbus is faster than a bus or even a mini bus because it is in fact a van. Unfortunately this microbus contributes to the biggest fatality on the road in Nepal.

For example it was reported in the news on 23 February 2010 one person died and at least nine others were injured when a microbus skidded off the road and fell into the bank of Trishuli River.


Not only that, more recently it was widely reported in all newspapers in Nepal that on 27 February 2010 Gongabu area has become tense after a microbus knocked down a four year old child in.

As a father myself, automatically the face of my beloved smart, macho and handsome 6 years old son (Mahathir Khatami) came to my mind when I read that a 4 years old minor, identified as Kanchan Rana was tragically crushed to death under the rear wheels of a microbus.

No wonder this microbus driver recklessness has caused the locals to clash with the police after they burned the microbus in ire and extreme anger. In return, the police has got no choice but to fire as many as 56 rounds of tear gas to control the mob.


Actually on 15th February which was 2 weeks before this tragic death of 4 years boy Kanchan Rana, an elderly man was also killed after a microbus knocked him down in Gaurighat.
And again the angry locals in association with passers-by forced the vehicle over to the roadside and set fire to it.

Thus, we can see the direct connection between microbus, death and the torching of the microbus itself.
In Iraq we have the problem of suicide bomber but it seems that in Nepal there is a problem of notorious "suicide microbus".

Three days ago I saw a microbus with "In God We Trust" writing painted on its body
. The wording "In God We Trust" somehow shows that the microbus is in a kind of "suicide" mission. That's why we can read in newspaper many news about microbus hits pedestrians till death and subsequently the microbus was torched by the angry public. If this is not a suicide mission, I do not know what to call them.

Talking about microbus, I wish my tummy one day one time can be called as "microtummy" when it becomes as small and as micro as Aishwarya Rai sexy microtummy.
It is obvious that until today the big Abhishek Bachchan still fails to make the microtummy of Aishwarya Rai becomes "bigger" at least for 9 months. What a shame! This Bachchan should learn from "Khairul Bachchan" on how to get 20 children in 5 years as I already explained in my last week blog posting!



Photo: A Chaotic Kathmandu Traffic. Look! No Road Lines Dividing The Lanes. It's A Free Style Driving.

TECHNIQUE TO CROSS THE ROAD IN NEPAL


There is a technique to cross the busy road in Kathmandu because in many areas like in my Jamal Kantipath office area there is simply no traffic light.

Even if there is a traffic light, most of the time it is not functioning due to load shedding or electricity power outage.
Therefore throughout my one month stay here I have developed a kind of road crossing skills.

If you want to wait until the road is cleared from any car or motorcycle then only you want to cross the road, I am afraid you have to wait until 1am in the morning to cross that road. By that time even goats have gone to sleep.


The road in Kathmandu will never be as clear as the road in Shah Alam, Malaysia or road in Manchester. Never. So if you want cross the road in Kathmandu you have to do little by little or should I say it "by installment".
What I mean by installment is you have to cross it slowly step-by-step and while crossing it your head and your eyes must face towards the vehicles that come towards you. Never cross the road with your eyes look straight in front.

Since many road in the city centre of Kathmandu is a one way road, you need to look right to stare at the incoming vehicles and then cross it step-by-step.
Let the motorcycles or cars pass by next to you as long as they don't hit you. Look straight towards the driver if possible or at least towards the incoming vehicles so that these drivers know that you are aware they are coming towards you.

However, sometimes I found out some drivers in Nepal can be categorized as unrepentant "psychopath" because sometimes they still pressing their car or motorcycle horn as if they think we are not aware they are coming towards us even though obviously we stare at them to show that we are aware they are coming towards us and they can pass-by through the space at the back or in front of us.

From my own experience in Kathmandu, by staring at the incoming cars while crossing the road will make the drivers of the incoming cars know that you are aware they are coming towards you.

But if you try to stare at the incoming cars in Malaysian while crossing the road there is not much different to them. These Malaysian drivers don't give a damn if you stare at them until your eye-balls come out from your eyes.
If they have to hit you because you cross the road while the traffic light for pedestrian is still red, then they will hit you.


Photo: A Biker With Her Nostril-Filter Mask


MY "LUBANG HIDUNG" (NOSTRIL) IS THE RELIABLE "AIR QUALITY METER"

Kathmandu is one of the most polluted cities in Asia. With 4.9 million motorcycles together with 93000 cars and 17000 bus on the road in Nepal and most of them are on the road in Kathmandu itself, no wonder the air quality in Kathmandu is indeed very bad.


Normally if we want to check the temperature we will use thermometer. If we want to measure atmospheric pressure we will need a barometer. Fortunately in Kathmandu if we want to see the degree of air quality in Kathmandu, I do not need a so-called "Air Quality Meter"
because I can simply use my "Lubang Hidung Jawa" (nostril) to see how dirty the air quality in Kathmandu is.

When I reach my apartment the first thing I would normally do is cleaning my nostril first.
Oh God! I can clearly see the black lead stacked inside my nostril. That's why wearing a mask covering your mouth and nostril is a must if you are walking or riding a motorcycle in Kathmandu.

In Malaysia, wearing a mouth mask is normally restricted to doctors in the emergency room, police traffic personnel or street-sweepers or potential bank robbers. But not in Nepal. Almost every pedestrian and bike rider needs to use mask to cover their mouths and nostrils.

This mask is a nostril-filter mask. Asthma patient like me, tuberculosis patients and bike riders have definitely benefited from these nostril-filter masks
.

Among the young men and office working man, black and brown colour cotton masks are more popular. Sometimes maroon is also widely seen as the popular choice among the men.


On the other hand, ladies normally go for marks with bright colour, light blue, pink or even pattern and pictures like Mickey Mouse cartoon printed on it.


So it is funny to see one well-built man walking on the street of Kathmandu wearing the nostril-filter mask which is pink colour and with Sleeping Beauty cartoon picture printed on it.

Upon seeing him wearing a lady-like mask, I tried to control myself from laughing but finally my big tummy moved vigorously due to the fact that I can't no longer control myself from bursting into laughter seeing a tough guy like "Hulk Hogan" wearing a pink nostril-filter mask with a Sleeping Beauty cartoon picture printed on it.

The good thing is although I smile like Jim Carey nobody would know that I smile because my mouth was covered by the mask. Only if that Mr Tough Guy saw my big tummy was moving, then only he would know that I was laughing at him.


Actually before this I was not aware that nobody will notice that we are smiling if we are wearing the nostril filter and mouth mask.

No wonder all this while when I smile at my neighbours when I met them at the stairs en-route to my office they never responded to my smile. Initially I thought the facial expression and movement can be seen by them although I am wearing a nostril filter and mouth mask.



Photo: Kathmandu Tuk Tuk Looks Old & Ugly But They Carry 250,000 Passengers A Day!


TUK TUK DRIVERS IN KATHMANDU FEAR OF BEING "KETUK-KETUK"


There is Tuk Tuk plying the road of Nepal but unlike Tuk Tuk in Khartoum, Tuk-Tuk in Nepal are much bigger in term of size.

This three-wheeler taxi is also known as "Kathmandu Tuk Tuk" are a common sight on the streets of Kathmandu. There are around 600 of them. In Sudan the most that a Tuk Tuk can take are 2 passengers only at a one time but here in Kathmandu the Tuk Tuk acts as a minibus taking up to 10 passengers at a time.


The Kathmandu Tuk Tuk which is powered by liquefied petroleum gas has been nearly phased out but Tuk Tuk is very popular in Kathmandu because they ferry an estimated quarter of a million passengers a day through the narrow and crowded streets of the city of Kathmandu.


What about the charge? It is only around Nepali Rupee10 (50 Malaysian Sen) a journey. If compared to taxi service in Kathmandu, Tuk Tuk will give you less headache. The biggest problem of using a taxi in Nepal is the taxi drivers always refuse to use the meter especially when they know you are a tourist.

Hence it widely opens the possibility for you being "kena ketuk" (cheated or overcharge). On the other hand, this Kathmandu Tuk Tuk charges is fairly standard.


Unlike in Khartoum whereby many times I saw the Tuk Tuk driver drove dangerously, this Kathmandu Tuk Tuk which carries 10 passengers at a time certainly find difficulty to do any daredevil stunt act.

This is because if the the Tuk-Tuk driver dare to endanger the life of these 10 passengers, surely these 10 passengers are not reluctant to "Ketuk-Ketuk" (knock) the head of their reckless Tuk Tuk driver. So rather than facing the risk of been "Ketuk-Ketuk", I think it is better for this Tuk Tuk driver to behave while driving on the road.



Photo: No! Office Toilet In Nepal Is Not As Bright And Lively As The Above Toilet


ONE MORE THING ABOUT ELECTRICITY LOAD SHEDDING

Do you know that another bad effect of load shedding is when there is no electricity, the toilet in the office area is always very dark and scary.


When I am in my apartment I can always light up a candle whenever I want to use the toilet during electricity black-out time. This is totally different scenario in the office toilet. There is nobody would bring a candle to the office.


That's why I always bring with me a small lighter in my pocket that I can use to light up a candle. In Malaysia, I never bring a lighter to office because I am not a smoker.


The lighter that sold in Kathmandu is unique because at one end we can use it as a lighter to light up a candle.
And at the other end of the lighter we can use it to produce a ray of light like a torch light when we press a button. So this lighter acts like a mini torch light and very handy.

If you refresh your memory, you can see in many crime movies that shows when FBI or SWAT personnel making an ambush inside a pitch dark room or building, they will use a small torch light attached to their machine gun to produce ray of light.
These ray of light is actually an indicator where the gun is pointing at.

That's exactly the same with me when entering my office's toilet which is very dark during power outage.
The mini torch light that I hold in my hand will produce a ray of light similar to the the torch light attached to a FBI machine gun.

The only difference is the FBI gun will shoot at the direction of the ray of light pointed by the torch light while my gun will be attacking the toilet bowl instead!


Another thing worth to mention is over here the moment the parents have passed the Application Money for their child's application to study in a Malaysian university, they will come to our office many times to make follow up, asking whether or not we have received the Letter of Offer from the university for their child.


Thus, I informed one of the International Student Manager of a Malaysian university to give me the Letter of Offer as soon as possible because I jokingly told her I cannot continuously run away or avoiding this parents by hiding in the office toilet because eventually they will know that I am hiding in the office toilet! Furthermore, hiding inside office toilet in Nepal is not a pleasant experience because most of the time it is very dark due to power outage or load shedding.

Actually I am just joking because I will never run away from my client in whatever situation.




WHO IS SEXIER: MANISHA KOIRALA OR REKHA THAPA?

In my last week blog posting I mentioned that Manisha Koirala is a very famous Nepali actress. However, I got a lot of feedback from my Nepali staffs and clients as well as from one blog reader who wrote in the "Comment" column below.

Majority of them disagreed with me. They told me although there is no doubt that Manisha Koiral is a Nepali, she is more popular in Bollywood than in her own country. On the other hand, in Nepal the most popular local actress should be Rekha Thapa. They claimed that Rekha Thapa is even sexier than Manisha too.

For me if the definition of "sexier" means Rekha Thapa always exposes her body more than Manisha Koirala does, then the sexiest person in Nepal should be the Nagas Babas (Hindu Holy Man).


Why do I say that the Nagas Babas are the sexiest person in Nepal? It is because during Shivaratri Festival, Nagas Babas do not wear anything. Only due to social pressure, these Nagas Babas cover themselves up with just a little bit clothing or a loin cloth.

In Malay language "Tak apa" means "Nevermind". However it is not "Tak apa" if you always love to see Rekha Thapa's very sexy pose like the above photo!


There is another story about Manisha Koirala. For your information, last week
my smart and reliable Nepali staff (Pratima Manandhar) set up an appointment with a Senior General Manager of a 5 star hotel in Kathmandu for me to attend.

While shaking his hand to say good bye after the meeting ended, I invited this General Manager to read my blog. I told him in my blog there is a story about Manisha Koirala.


Hearing Manisha Koirala's name, this handsome General Manager instantaneously and proudly said:"Manisha Koirala? Oh I was with her two weeks ago. She came to this hotel to clean up herself". And
my immediate reaction was: "What? You said you cleaned up Manisha Koirala?"

This General Manager knew fully well that I was joking, so he clarified that what he meant by "cleaning herself" is by doing yoga and other spiritual exercise and I explained to him that what made me
accusing him of cleaning Manisha Koirala because he proudly said "I was with Manisha Koirala when she came here to clean herself".

Well...I believe many men will volunteer to participate in the cleansing process of Manisha Koirala "secara berjemaah" if they are invited.

But as an innocent man, if I am invited I only want to volunteer to shampoo Manisha Koirala's long beautiful hair with "Head & Shoulder" shampoo. Just to ensure my favourite Nepali actress does not have any dandruff and "kutu" (flea). That's all. No more. No less.


Photo: The Future "Mr Nepal", Mithas Adhikari Bin Umesh Adhikari, crying loudly worrying about the chaotic state of Nepali politics!


"YEAH...YEAH...MY SON LOOKS LIKE HER MOTHER, EXCEPT ONE PART!"

My Nepali partner (Umesh Adhikari) is always proud of his eldest son who is just 15 months old, as compared to my eldest beautiful tall daughter who is now already 15 years old.

Umesh told me that his wife and him always give priority to this only son of theirs to the extent that his wife will not involve fully in the management of one of his companies (Diverse Nepal Pvt Ltd) until their son reaches at least 2 years old.

Umesh also told me that everyday his wife will massage this small cute boy 3 times a day in order to make his blood circulation and brain growth better. I asked him: "Are you saying that your wife massaging your son 3 times a day or in fact she is massaging the father of the son 3 times a day?" As expected Umesh replied: "No. No. No. Massaging my son. Not me"

So when last week he brought his 15 months old son to office I could see all their effort in massaging their son 3 times per day was really working. His son is a very jovial son. He is just 15 months but he "talked" to me non-stop.

I was also surprised that a 15 months old son can do "Give Me Five" to me by showing his palm to me. Initially I thought he wanted to smack my big face. In actual fact he wanted to do "Give Me Five" to me!

Without any doubt, this "Mithas Adhikari Bin Umesh Adhikari" is surely very much smarter than Pushpa Kamal Dahal a.k.a Prachanda (the leader of the communist Maoist who is also a former Nepalese PM). And of course Mithas is even better than the controversial present Nepali Home Minister Bhim Rawal of communist Marxist UML party. Judging from the leadership performance of both of them, it is not an exaggeration that when both of them were 15 months old they are not as smart as this Mithas Adhikari.

As a matter of fact it is not wrong for me to say that I think if you ask George Bush to "Give Me Five" when he was a mere 15 months baby, I am sure at best he might think "Give Me Five" is "five more battalion of US army murderer" and at worst he would not understand what on earth we are talking about.

Instead of "Give Me Five" this 15 months old George Bush would instead always gave headache to his parents because he always wanted to go play "hide and seek" at the bush near to his Texas house!


Umesh told me that sometimes he was a little bit fed-up when his family members and also his parents-in-law family members said his son looks like his wife. None of them said that his son looks like him. By right, a son should be a replica to his father.Thus, out of "frustration" he told them: "Yeah...Yeah, my son very much looks like his mother, except that one part". Initially his relatives did not get the joke. Then within minutes, they all burst into laughter when they realize the real meaning of the statement "except that one part".

I also laughed when hearing Umesh' joke. So for fathers who feel bored when everybody says their son looks like your wife and not you, this answer can be a sarcastic but intelligent way to rebut their statement.


Photo: The Shortest Man In The World (Khagendra Thapa Magar), A 22 inch-tall Nepali Teenager Is Shown Here Kissing Rekha Thapa Passionately.


REGARDING "KEPALA TERBANG" (FLYING HEAD)

Recently there was a Nepali man who dropped by at our Nepal office because he wanted to buy a flight ticket to Malaysia.

As I told you in my last week blog posting, my partners in Nepal (Umesh Adhikari and Basu Rijal) have also got a travel agency company called "Diverse Nepal Pvt Ltd" (http://www.diversenepal.com)
apart from the consultant firm that I am now helping them to develop as my Nepal branch specializing on consultancy on "Doing Business in Malaysia", consultancy on "Malaysia My Second Home" and "Malaysian Higher Education".

This very friendly Nepali name is Moule Sarkee. He obviously looks older than me. The moment he knew that I am a Malaysian, he spontaneously spoke to me in Malaysian language. I am quite surprised to meet a Nepali who spoke Malaysian language quite fluently. We ended talking in Malay language for nearly an hour.

I came to know that he has been working in Malaysia for the past 6 years at Country Heights, doing some construction-related works.

He also told me during last year Hari Raya (Eid-Fitri) celebration he even went to Dr Mahathir's Open House. He looked very excited telling the story how good Malaysia is and how in Malaysia the leaders can organize an Open House, meeting the ordinary folks from different walk of life during the festival celebration like Eid-Fitri, Christmas, Deepavali and Chines New Year without having big concern about security problem, unlike in other countries.


He also told Pratima about the daily consumer products that he bought at hyper markets such as Giant, Carrefour and Tesco which are obviously cheaper than the price in Kathmandu.

I still can't believe that in front of me was a pure Nepali man who can speak Malay like a Malay. However, there was one word that he always mistakenly pronounce it. That Malay word is the Malay word for "flight" or "airplane". Instead of saying "kapal terbang" which rightly means "flight" he kept on saying "kepala terbang" which actually means "flying head"

So when he said "Hari Jumaat ini saya punya kepala terbang dari Nepal" which literally means "This Friday my head is flying from Nepal" I laughed like hell in my heart.


I understand he wanted to say "Hari Jumaat ini saya punya kapal terbang dari Nepal" (This Friday is my flight from Nepal). Instead of "kapal terbang" (flight) he said "kepala terbang" (head is lying).

Since I did not want to embarrass him I just let him repeatedly saying that world "kepala terbang". Furthermore I saw he was very proud and enthusiastic that he can communicate in Malay to me.

Even Pratima was amazed listening to this Mr Sarkee speaking Malay with me. So how can I embarrass him by saying that one of his Malay language pronunciation was completely wrong.


I blame his "Tok Guru" (grand teacher) in Malaysia whom for the past 6 years telling him that the Malay word for "flight" is "kepala terbang" (head is flying) instead of "kapal terbang".

Photo: Basu Rijal's Neighbours Enjoying Holi Festival By Smearing Each Other Face With Colours


THE FUN OF HOLI FESTIVAL CELEBRATION (FESTIVAL OF COLOURS)

Last week Sunday, 28th February was a "Holi Festival" in Nepal. On that day the whole nation involve in Festival of Colours. Holi is also known as Fagu Purnima (full moon) in Nepal.

Holi Festival marks the arrival of spring which is a time of flowers, fertility and harvest. The festival that carries the message of reconciliation and harmony is observed at the onset of the spring season.
 

Holi was observed in the Kathmandu Valley and various parts of the country on Sunday. However in the Tarai region which is the area near the border of India it has been observed on Monday. This different day of observing the same Holi Festival reminds me of the dilemma that the Muslim world faces each time when Eid-Fitri is celebrated.

Everybody knows that each year there must be some Muslim countries which celebrate Eid-Fitri one day before or one day after the other Muslim countries have celebrated it. All because of some Muslim theology (ulamak) have got different opinion on determining the exact date of Eid-Fitri.

Initially I thought "Holi" is an abbreviation of the word "Holiday". No, it is not. Holi actually comes from Holika’s name. And who is this "Holika"? From my reading, I found out that there are different versions of explanation about the origin of Holi Festival.

Like any other Hindu festivals, it seems to me that Holi Festival is also surrounded by legends. There are many stories about "Holi" but I think the most popular version of all is the story of the extermination of a demon called "Holika".

On the command of her evil brother Hiranyakashipu, Holika, who was believed to be immune to fire and burns, jumped into a blazing furnace with Prahlada to kill him. Okay...Okay I know your next question to me is who is this "Prahlada" or some call him "Prahlad"?

Actually Prahlada is the son of Hiranyakashipu. Despite the fact that his father is the king of demons, Prahlada on the other hand is a devotee of Vishnu.

But due to the blessings of Lord Krishna, Prahlada was saved while Holika perished. So symbolically the Holi festival signifies the victory of good over evil. Holi celebrations also supposedly spread sunshine and strengthen relationships among people.

What I can see during Holi Festival Day, the Nepalis all over Nepal throw water to each other and also smears colours on each other face.

On that day, house roofs and streets throughout Nepal were full of people enjoying Holi Festival, throwing water on one another and smearing colors.

They use white plastic bags or colourful balloons filled with water mainly dirty and coloured water to throw at each other during Holi Festival.

I was told that before the concept of water balloons gained popularity, Holi was played with vermilion powder only. And unlike nowadays, the Holi celebration that time was limited to one’s inner circle which means they did not throw the water to strangers.

Obviously the present day situation is different.
Anybody who pass by their area will be subjected to this throwing of balloon or white plastic bag containing water and also coloured water.

From my reading, I came to know that last time instead of balloon and white plastic bag, a thin layer of buffalo skin known as "Lola" is used to pack vermilion powder inside it.

So nowadays the buffalo skin has been replaced by colorful balloons, and lately by cheaply available white plastic bags, whereas coloured water has superseded the vermilion powder.

I believe buffalo in Nepal nowadays can sigh relief knowing that their skin is no longer sought after to put water inside it with the emergence of balloon and white plastic bag.

Let me put this way. Surely all this while buffalo has suffered enough. Not only their skin is used to fill up water to be thrown to each other during Holi Festival, but also long time ago buffalo skin also used as a kind of condom to prevent unwanted pregnancy.

But the buffalo must be smiling broadly today because nobody uses their skin as a condom anymore. Come on...I am sure even Tok Batin Orang Asli aborigine in Perak jungle also no longer use buffalo skin or cow skin or goat skin as a condom simply because nowadays they can just go to 7-Eleven convenience store and buy a condom made from high-tech rubber 24 hours a day, 7 days week, 365 days a year.

Besides throwing each other with water, I saw Holi Festival is also the day when Nepali smearing each other face with colours. By doing this I can say that Holi is the day of strengthening relationship, even with ones a person is in conflict with in the previous year.

And what about the story behind this smearing each other with colours? I came to know that it is because Holi is also a festival celebrated as an honour of the divine love of Radha for Lord Krishna.

It is widely believed that Krishna had popularized the festival by playing pranks with Gopinis. Lord Krishna complained to his mother (Yasodha) about the contrast between his dark skin complexion and Radha's fair skin.

So Yasodha decided to apply colour to Radha's face to make a perfect match between Krishna and Radha. It was widely believed that from then on the Holi celebration is also regarded as a season of love.

Photo: The Famous Durbar Square in Kathmandu


PREPARATION BEFORE THE HOLI FESTIVAL: A BAMBOO POLE WITH EFFIGIES OF MEN AND WOMEN INVOLVED IN SEXUAL INTERCOURSE!

In Kathmandu, six days before Holi Festival takes place, a bamboo pole known as “Chir” is installed at the Basantpur Durbar Square.

It is believed that the three-tiered poles festooned with colorfully fringed clothes symbolize the tree where Lord Krishna placed the clothes of the Gopini milkmaids, who bathed in the Jamuna River. Holi is celebrated the next day after the effigy of the demoness Holika is put on fire.

However in Tharu settlements, it is a different preparation. They installed "Samata". Similar to "Chir" in Kathmandu Valley, Samanta is actually a bamboo pole with effigies of men and women involved in sexual intercourse.

Yes, you read it right. Romantic right? If you want to see a bamboo pole with effigies of men and women involved in sexual intercourse, then you need to go to Tharu settlements before the Holi Festival day.

As a matter of fact, the pole is erected on "Basanta Shree Panchami", the day which marks the arrival of spring, and is set on fire a day ahead of the festival.


Photo: Joe Pesci (L) And Ray Liotta (R), The Two Mafias In "Goodfella" Movie


EVEN THE MAFIA OF KATHMANDU IS VERY SPORTING ON THE DAY OF HOLI FESTIVAL

The good thing about Holi Festival is during that day everybody is very understanding and tolerant during the festival. If anybody throws water to them whether by using a balloon, or a plastic or a bucket, nobody will be angry. Although sometimes the balloon is filled with dirty water or even marbles, the "victims" themselves normally accept Holi misconduct as part of the culture.

I am sure even the Mafia of Kathmandu is also very patient during the day of Holi Festival. So my friends, if you want to make fun of a Kathmandu Mafia boss or throw water to him or smear his face without your body been cut into 18 portions as a revenge, then I must say that Holi Festival Day is the only day that you get that chance of a life time.

Surely you know that Mafia member is always very hyper sensitive. I still remember how a Mafia like Joe Pesci in the movie "Goodfellas" can be extremely sensitive just because Ray Liotta in that film had a slip of tongue.

Don't you remember in the film how Joe Pesci (Tommy) made Ray Liotta (Henry) scared to death when he said: "What do you mean I'm funny? What do you mean, you mean the way I talk? What? but I'm funny how, I mean funny like I'm a clown, I amuse you? I make you laugh, I'm here to amuse you? What do you mean funny, funny how? How am I funny? No, no, I don't know, you said it. How do I know? You said I'm funny. How am I funny, what is so funny about me? Tell me, tell me what's funny!"

You see...in the United States, a Mafia like Joe Pesci in Goodfella movie nearly killed Ray Liotta just because Ray Liotta said Joe Pesci is funny.

In Nepal, during Holi Festival Day it is almost guaranteed that not only you can throw water to a Mafia boss but also you can smear colours to his face. No heart feeling. No revenge. Nothing. Guaranteed! Everybody is very understanding during the Holi Festival Day!


Photo: My Nepali Partner, Basu Rijal (L) & His Neighbour (R) Put A Bucket Over His Wife's Head During Holi Celebration.


CASUALTY DURING HOLI FESTIVAL

On that Holi Festival Day, unfortunately some practices or actions becomes a cause of misery for many. From days before the festival is observed, primarily girls normally avoid from moving out of their homes because of the fear of being hit by water-filled balloons, sometimes injuring and mostly embarrassing them.

The other dangerous thing about Holi Festival is forcibly smearing soot on unsuspecting people and throwing them with balloons or plastic bags filled with dirty water often leading to skin diseases too.

Actually according to the Public Offense Act, spraying colors on unwilling persons even on the very day of Holi Festival is punishable under the law which can lead to a fine of up to Rupee 10,000.

However until today there is no a single instance of an offender having been punished under the Act to date. The whole thing is actually just a question of social awareness and civility.

Thus, some Nepalis argue that nowadays Holi, the festival of colours, has turned into hooliganism. It is women or young girls that vulnerable to such irksome abuse.

However, children especially have fun during Holi Festival Day at the expense of hapless people passing by adjoining roads who will be guaranteed to be thrown by this coloured water.

There are also some instances whereby people were injured after falling from the roof of a house, while playing Holi because normally they will throw the balloon or plastic containing coloured water from the rooftop.

A newspaper report one day after this year Holi Festival also stated that one Indian nationality was dead while celebrating Holi due to the electrocution while playing with water during Holi Festival

The most tragic news that happened during this year Holi Festival was the news of the shooting of Arun Singhaniya, the publisher of Janakpur Today on the Holi Festival Day.

It was reported that the murderer has met him on the pretext of smearing some colours on his face and forehead as normally played during Holi Festival. However, instead of smearing the colours on the head, the murderer quickly pull out his gun and shot Mr Singhaniya's forehead at close range. What a tragic day for the late Mr Singhaniya's family.

It's enough for this week. Till we meet again next week. Before I sign off, please have pleasure browsing through all the following photos taken during Holi Festival near Basu Rijal neighbourhood

Enjoy looking at many more photos below. Phery Vetaula next week! See you again next week!

COLLECTION OF PHOTOS TAKEN DURING RECENT HOLI FESTIVAL.

Photo: Basu's neighbour And Basu's Son Dancing Happily After Smearing Each Other Face!


Photo: Basu Rijal Showing Off His Talent Playing A Nepali Traditional Musical Instrument During Holi Festival. Was Basu singing "Berirama...Senandung Semalam...Ku Terkenang Peristiwa Silam...Di Mana Aku Dan Si Dia...Cinta Benar Cintaaaaaaaa"? No, He Wasn't.


Photo: Basu's Son (L) and His Best Friend (R) Were Very Happy Celebrating Holi Festival


Photo: Prepare To Attack And Throw Coloured Water From Rooftop!


Photo: Basu Rijal (R) Consoles His Wife (L) Who Was "Attacked" By Coloured Water



Photo: Attack......


Photo: Basu Rijal's Neighbours Shouted "HAPPY HOLI"



Photo: Oh Yeah! After Tired Throwing Each Other Water And Smearing Colours, Now is The Time To Dance. Joget Lambak Weeei Laa, Galok Demo Nii


Photo: "Commando" of Holi Festival, Waiting To Ambush People With Water!



Photo: Throw Water To Others During Holi Festival...


Photo: Run.. Forrest...Run. The Ladies Run From Being Attacked By Coloured Water


Photo: The Children With Colours Smeared All Over The Face During Holi Festival


Photo: In The Spirit of Holi Festival, Let's Smear Colours!




17 comments:

  1. I only saw the festival in hindi movies but real it is.

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  2. Mr khairul.

    I am a Nepali and I am very amazed with the way you described our traffic condition, Nepali ractice and culture.

    Thank you for your very good observation about Nepal.

    About Holi, actually some Nepali ladies really disagree with the throwing of coloured water to them. But I guess nothing much they can do to change the culture.

    Look forward to reading many more about Nepal from you!

    Neupane
    Lalitpur

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  3. Dear Khairul,

    Thank you for the long story.

    If not because of your blog, I never know about Holi Festival.

    The photo also very nice especially photo of Basu and wife dancing.

    Take care
    Michael KL

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  4. Long But interesting.

    Tell us more about Nepal in your next posting

    Thank you

    Mafia ipoh

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  5. Hi Khairul.

    I am a Nepali studying in Washington.

    Very interesting to read an opinion from a foreigner like you about my country, Nepal.

    When are you going to talk about politics in Nepal?

    I would love to read your opinion about this subject matter.

    Anyway, the current leaders in Nepal are old garbage! Look at what they have done to my country. By now you should know about the condition in my country.

    Continue writing. I will be your loyal reader.

    Adios!

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  6. Hello Khairul,

    Nice photos. I can imagine their happiness celebrating Holi Festival

    As usual, very informative. We know traffic situation in Nepal and Holi Festival

    Take care.

    Continue writing

    Lina & Hubby

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  7. salam Brader,

    Engkau ni ntak abih abih mendebarkan jiwa aku. minggu lalu dengan gambar Manisha koiral dan lurahnya.

    minggu ni pulak gambar gunung everest Rekha Thapa

    walaum macamanapun,

    VERY INTERESTING reading your opinion!

    budak kampung

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  8. Sir,

    Pls write yr opinion abt Maoist combatant (I think u know Maoist is main communist party in Nepal)

    Kathmandu boy

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  9. Initially I thought why this blogger write so damn long.

    But after I take time today to read your blog para by para, I now found out that your blog is very funny and very interesting.

    keep going, keep writing

    -Your Fellow Malaysian-

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  10. Can you imagine if Holi Festival is held in Malaysia. No different if you smear colours to Samy Vellu face, right? haha

    JoeBatuCaves

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  11. I think India is worse than Nepal in term of traffic and road condition

    You should visit India

    But very unique blog, keep on going!!

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  12. Hi Khairul,

    I am going to tell about your blog to the security guards at my Condominium!

    I am sure they are interested to know what is the opinion of a Malaysian about their country.

    But to share with you I can say overall, this Nepali security personnel is very discipline, professional and polite. 200 times better than Bangla, or Indon maaaa

    What next week? I read in newspaper that their PM comes from Communist Party.

    How come when other part of the world communist party dead already, but this Nepal has huge communist supporters. Waiting for your writing about this.

    Happy weekend

    A malaysian friend
    The Tamarind Condominium
    KL

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  13. TaksukapanjangpanjangMarch 13, 2010 at 7:25 AM

    Saudara Khairul,

    Mak datuk! your blog is the longest blog posting I ever read.

    Nevertheless,your blog also the most exciting I ever read.

    good info, good photo, keep it up.

    From
    Taksukapanjangpanjang

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  14. Brother,

    Please recommend to me a Nepali lady with face like Manisha Koirala but body like Rekha Tapa.

    Manyak syok maaaaa

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  15. Mr Khairul Hisham,

    I am a staff in one company in Kathmandu. Last week you came to our office, had meeting with our Chairman.You are very friendly you gave me your business card. That's why I know your blog. All the problem in Nepal you wrote in your blog will not happen if we have a strong leader and visionary PM like your Dr Mahadhir. If we can borrow on loan your Dr Mahadhir, like football club does, I believe Nepal will be modern like Malaysia!

    Nepali Lady

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  16. MANISHA KOIRALA ALOR STARMarch 14, 2010 at 8:19 AM

    Very nice blog. Funnny & I have "feel good" feeling after reading your blog. Your side bar on the right column also have informative link and funny jokes. keep up this good work

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  17. Brilliant comment!

    Good Photo!

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