I am an ordinary Nepali guy with limited ambitions and desires. I am honest that's why sometime I face extreme difficulties in exploring myself amongst others. But I can not remain sternly silence for what I see and what I listen. People have right to wonder who is this guy who tells himself honest. I believe in comments. Even though, I feel bad, when I get negative one. I am a human. That's why I am sensitive and react on what people say about me. I am greedy too because I am a human. I have such nature to be happy in appreciation and sad in depreciation. I think it is too much… Let’s come to the point. I am an undergraduate student studying community development & social services in Finland. Partly I am working as a Socionom in one disable care home in Finland. Besides I am an independent social film maker and script writer running one Non Governmental Media Organization (NGO) Silver Lining Creation in Finland. Side by side, I am a struggling & fledgling book writer. Currently, I am writing two fiction books: one in my mother language Nepali and another in English. Therefore, your comments are worthy for me.
A subtle brush of the hand, an engaging smile, an encouraging glance... by the time a person reaches the half-century mark, he or she knows all your typical “come-hither” tricks. But it’s important for midlife daters to realize that many of the tools they employed at age 20 (i.e., a hair flip with a giggle) may not be as successful at this point in life. So what are the rules for successful mature flirting? Check out the following tips we culled from top flirting experts to help you attract the attention you crave while still being age-appropriate.
Rule #1: Always choose subtle over overt When it comes to flirting over 50, it’s truly a case of less is more. Gone are the days of clear advances and major sexual innuendos. “There is not much to be gained by the skirt hike in this bracket,” says Susan Rabin, author of How to Attract Anyone, Anytime, Anyplace: The Smart Guide to Flirting. “Same thing goes with leaning in to flash cleavage, wearing something see-through/too tight or other obvious sexual signals.” And, guys, that means you’re sexual-innuendo jokes and double entendres won’t cut it. Bottom line: You’ll seem trashy instead of appealing. A better bet? Indication. For example, Rabin suggests that in lieu of blatantly flaunting her décolleté, a woman would be smart to wear a pendant that dips down a little lower than usual. “It still draws a man’s attention to her bosom, which is a turn-on for the typically visual male, but it does so without a direct ‘look at my chest’ message,” says Rabin. The point is, you can be sexy over 50 but you don’t want to look like you’re trying too hard to be sexy. And as for the guys, you can hold off on the sex jokes and references, and instead try a respectful, gentlemanly, “You look lovely tonight.” The object of your affection will get the message that you’re attracted to her without any hint of sleaziness.
Rule #2: Use formal etiquette to your advantageAt this age, good manners can actually act as a clever form of flirtation without being a blatant come-on. A man in his fifties, for instance, can put his arm around a woman, pull out her chair, or pay the bill. And a woman this age can accept these gestures or initiate one of her own by taking a man’s arm while she’s walking. Since you grew up during a more traditional age, these efforts will appear to be nothing but charmingly old-school.
Rule #3: Go for the honest approachLines don’t work! Seriously, if you’re over 50 and you try to entice someone with pick-up prose, the result will likely be crash-and-burn. “Using ‘Your legs must be tired because you’ve been running through my mind’ rarely works for this age group,” says Rabin, who suggests a carrying a prop (a book, for example) or making a comment on something he/she is wearing as an opener instead. Dating guru David Wygant, author of Always Talk to Strangers, agrees. “Hopefully you’re secure enough with who you are by this age to just approach someone without a cheesy opener,” says Wygant. “Try a simple ‘I couldn’t help but notice you and thought I’d say hello’ to get the conversation rolling and if things go well, ask them out for coffee.”
Rule #4: Employ “the look” and “the smile”In honing the art of flirting, there is something to be said for a well-timed glance and grin, which is so effective it actually works at any age. Catch the eye of the person you’re trying to attract and look at them for no more than five seconds: This clearly sets up the “Hello, I see you” signal. Glance down. Wait a couple of seconds before looking up again, but this time throw in a smile when you catch your target’s gaze (you can even go big and add a slight head tilt, too). Look away again. Repeat the process if necessary. “You can do that whether someone’s nearby or across the room, but when you give those signals, if there’s reciprocal interest, he/she will usually get the hint and move closer,” says Rabin.
Rule #5: Play up innocent physical cuesGain flirting mileage by giving off “approach me” body language. Appropriate cues include touching/caressing your hair or presenting your neck (which means elongating your posture and slightly tilting the head to one side). Also, circling a wine glass with the finger is a very sexy but subtle move. And you would do well to try a little mimicry. “Imitation is the greatest form of flattery,” says Rabin, who cites biological attraction studies to support the idea that playing copycat is a great way to flirt. “If he crosses his leg in a certain way, your cross your leg in a certain way. If she leans in a certain way, you lean in.” Before you know it, you’ll be engaged in a subconscious courtship dance without either party even being aware of the steps.
Rule #6: Be willing to talk to anyone, anywhere, anytimeGo ahead and get the chat-fest rolling. “You just simply have to have better flirting skills over 50,” says Rabin. “That includes listening, but also talking to people in line at the supermarket or while waiting for a latte.” Rabin suggests instituting the QCC policy when you see a perfect flirting opportunity. This means either asking an open-ended question like “Have you seen this movie? I’ve heard good things.” Or, throw out a comment like, “Wow, I’m not sure if that painting is the best backdrop for this restaurant. What’s your take?” And if the opportunity presents itself, add a compliment, like, “Those are terrific shoes” (though the last one can be a little tricky and must be sincere).
Rule #7: Pay attention to the personality clues you’re givenBy and large, people connect and communicate via visual, auditory or kinesthetic (VAK) means, according to Rabin. And paying attention to his or her preference for one style of relating can be a flirting goldmine (and something the younger set probably doesn’t have patience for). For example, if someone frequently says, “I see…,” he or she is likely to be driven by the visual sense. If this person’s sentences start with, “I hear what you’re saying…” or “Listen to this…,” then they might tend toward an auditory style of relating. And those who speak in terms of, “I feel…” or “I sense that…” lean towards the touchy/feely. “If you can identify a person’s strongest sensory mechanism in the course of a conversation, you can then try to relate to them on that level,” says Rabin. That means both appealing to those senses (great eye contact for the visual person) and mirroring their communication style (saying, “I noticed that…” or “I see that….”) The likely outcome will be that the object of your attention will think you really ‘get’ them but may not be sure why. Cute trick!
Rule #8: Discover the “almost” touchPDAs are not de rigueur for this flirting demographic. “People over 50 are usually not as demonstrative in public,” says Rabin. That said, there is power in touch. The trick is to make it about touching in a way that’s almost accidental. For women, try straightening his tie or gently picking a small piece of lint off his jacket. “It’s OK to even gently rest her head on his shoulder in a movie,” says Rabin. A man can subtly touch a woman’s arm to help guide her across the street for example. Oftentimes these little skin grazes can be even more titillating than a full-out physical offensive.
Rule #9: Remember that you can flirt for fun now! The best part about flirting over 50 is that you can actually just flirt for the sake of flirting. “I define flirting as acting amorously without serious intent,” says Rabin. “People over 50 are usually not desperate to find a mate for the purposes of sex, marriage or children. The endgame is different, so they can just enjoy the process of being witty, playful and charming.” And it’s always nice to be considered appealing—a fabulous by-product of an innocuous flirt session. “Flirting is a great way to be reminded that you’ve still got it,” says Rabin.Kimberly Dawn Neumann is a New York City-based freelance writer whose work has appeared in such publications at Cosmopolitan, Marie Claire, Redbook and frequently online for Match.com’s Happen magazine. She has been accused of being a terrific flirt more than once.
People might easily believe on If I say, my recently bought new jeans shrunk after one tedious wash, my recently tried shoe didn’t fit on my legs yesterday, my normal and fine heart shrunk smaller and got a sceptical whole on it. Because they are very identical with other people’s experience and life and may occur simply. A pant may shrink, I have seen it shrinking. My friend brought a beautiful pant from Nepal while we came to Finland. He washed it few days after and it shrunk surprisingly. It could fit on 7 year old boy. We laughed but it hurt my friend instinctively.We didn’t realize that washing machine was probably from eighties and was damn old and vulnerable. Similarly, yesterday’s tried shoe might not fit in your leg today because legs might get fatter. Your heart might shrink and get a whole. Heart is biological and it may be defeated by anti biological disease or biological disorder very easily. Well if I say - my 6000 money shrunk into 60 here yesterday. You may question to me- What? How? Where? Why and you are kidding, aren’t you? Money shrunk?It is very apparent to have such long list of questions and curiosities.
In fact, I had such feeling yesterday- my 6000 shrunk into 60. I tell you- How? I had bought one beautiful red and black Nokia’s cell phone ‘XPRESSMUSIC’ about a year ago from DNA in installment . I was really in love with that mobile. I only wanted to see but DNA staffed amazingly believed on my face and said I have seen you here in Järvenpää for a long time and often. Imagine! I didn’t even have my identity card with me and he sold it to me. I am still paying about 14 Euros per month and have to pay still about one year to own it completely. Anyway this is the history of my mobile and soon it will be a legend and then a beautiful romantic myth. It is not so far away to be a legend and a myth to my cell phone, if I don’t repair it few days. Few weeks ago, I was at work and forgot that my mobile is on my lap. I had to go to get some papers from my office. I stand without realizing my cell phone is on my lap; suddenly it dropped on the floor.I could see some part of it split and scattered on the floor. I picked them carefully and lamented on very badly and tried to fix it with Super Glue. You know what- It became more vulnerable than it was after such attempt.
I continuously tried to search a way to find out how can I get it back in normal shape. Last week I went to the DNA shop where I bought it from. They advised me to go to Kerava’s Petele Shop to get it repaired. Therefore, I went there yesterday and asked with the guy about it. He told, it is possible to get repaired but our technician is on holiday today. So come on Monday. But I couldn’t resist myself asking how much doest it cost to repair ? He answered sixty Euros. He also added that it is possible to use this mobile without repairing. The broken part is only the beauty of this mobile. It was so obvious that I had bought it only because of its magical and seducing beauty. How can I use it without getting such beauty back? So I agreed for that amount and came back home. I have to still go tomorrow to leave my mobile there.
I deemed for a moment after leaving that repair center on repairing price. How can it be so expensive? It is about Six Thousands rupees in Nepal. A person has to work 8 full hours to earn that amount in a month. A big family can survive for a month with that amount of money in Nepal.But here, repair cost of one mobile. It is Nepali Diaspora; let’s say also whole eastern Diaspora to fly to west to enlarge 1 into 100 which is very rapid and growing everyday. Perhaps they don’t think like me- money is shrinking here because they come to enlarge. I thought and thought until I reached home. When I reached home and sat on my recently brought chair from second hand shop, my heart said to me,
....Once again, they talked with me about my colour. Yesterday I felt myself discriminated by one of my work colleagues and some strangers at railway station. My colleague said to me, she had to go to pick her car from Koivukylä, a place in VantaaCity during the evening but she is afraid of going there. She continued telling me that she had fear of getting looted or insulted by dark skin people, means immigrants. She didn’t even notice or feel hesitate to say so in front of me. Perhaps, she forgot that I am also an immigrant. But it hurt me. Anyway, I finished my work and was going to railway station, while walking, there is a bit of isolated place nearby station, a middle aged man saw me and started to yell ‘ Vittu Apina (Fucking Monkey) Crazy Man’. Same incident happened few days ago nearby KELA in Järvenpää. Someone again got irritated with my brownish look , and black and long hair . When he saw me coming out from my car immediately started to shout the same word but when I turned towards him, he didn't have courage to continue. Fortunately, at that time, I was with my wife and little daughter.I felt really angry with such attempts of those people but I wanted to talk with one of them who shout on my way to rail way station but he also escaped from there right away. I mean if you don't have courage to stand for what you says, why do you try to say something. I reached station and another wise white man was telling to me, all the train services are offered to white people at any time but not for dark skin people. Why do they think so? Having brown skin is my sin or what? Am I from another planet? Why do they think so? I have never dominated any person having white colour in my life. Why do they think, they are superior? But I think those people are timid one who are not sure about themselves and thier existance. They are the greatest losers and people having identity crisis.Today, I am really frustrated and sad by their behaviour shown to me. I am not telling them to respect me or say hello to me .If they don't like my look, I tell them simply to avoid my presence as I do in such situation. But if it always goes in this way, it is really intolerable, If he (that particular person) wants to talk about my colour, why don’t he realize that dark skin is not like white skin. It remains always dark no matter either you are sad or happy. As such, dark skin people born with dark skin and die with dark skin. But white, if you really want to comment on my dark skin, let me comment on yours. When you born, you born with pink white mix, when you grow, grow white, in sun get boiled red, in cold blue and nose as if squeezed very badly, and when you die, die gray. So tell me now, am I monkey? If I am a monkey, then who are you - A GHOST?
Sorry to say so. It is not intentional and not meant to hurt anyone. If it hurt someone, who doesn't have any problem with my brownish look and long hair, I sincerely apology with them
It is always good to remember what happened in past. Right after one day of my wedding anniversary, I remembered the best man speech given by Manoj Bhusal in my wedding. It was very nice and funny. Now I am uploading this video here.
Once my father said me; I used to wonder on everything since I started to recognise colours. He also told me that sometimes I wondered on things that didn’t have any logic at all. Whatever, it’s me and it makes me ‘Som’. At least, I believe on such ideas of making sense wondering over things. However, such insisting statements may describe me here as an idealistic person or a sarcastic character, and also tag me as a person influenced by monist views. But what can I do, it am natured and nurtured by such habits. I like to wonder and deem on things- no matter do they make any senses to others or not? I believe that senses are man’s made and man’s substantial discover of mind on perceptions where they wonder long rationally and make senses.
I still remember the day I was wondering on the aeroplane which flew right over roof of my house. I was only 5 years old that time and playing on muddy yard alone. My father was making a cradle aside of me for one of my relatives who had given a birth to the baby few days before. When I saw that aeroplane, I immediately asked to my father. What is that flying over our house, father? Of course, I knew, that was an aeroplane. But I wanted to ask and make sure other things related to aeroplane such as how does it fly? How do people get inside? How much does it cost to travel by plane? Who fly it? and so on and so on . I had several questions to ask with him. I had recently heard from my father about one of my friends parents (Magar and Magarni, we used to call them), they were flying to Kathmandu (capital city of Nepal) from Simara- only about 15 minutes long flight by aeroplane. But it was exclusively breaking news in my neighbourhood for that moment. Everybody was talking about that couple and their trip to Kathmandu in plane so I was with my friends. My father smiled at me and simply replied, an aeroplane son. I wasn’t wondering on aeroplane but I was thinking how do people get inside and how does it land as I said above. Gradually, I started to ask all the questions which made me wonder on and similarly my father tried to answer all of my questions. Probably, my father himself hadn’t seen aeroplane from nearby. But I respect his level of tolerance that he answered all questions peacefully without showing any irritation and hesitation. I salute his self confidence. And I still remember the answers given by my father how do people get inside aeroplane and how does it land?He said to me, we need a long and long bamboo ladder to get inside aeroplane, you turn that ladder towards sky and start to climb, and if you want them to land, you can just shout the word stop here and stop here. If they listen to your voice, they may land otherwise continue their journey. At that time, the answers given by him were the wisest one because he hadn’t had chance to see aeroplane from near and chance to fly on it was beyond his imagination. He also told me that if you don’t understand my answers now son, just wait and watch, you will understand it properly with your growth. I smiled back and nodded the answer without any further curiosities on it.
Likewise, if I saw or experienced something which is special to me, I would use to spend most of substantial part of my time thinking and deeming either answers or questions on that. I am accustomed by such habits of wondering on things since my childhood. I wondered on optimism and pessimism, good and bad, gain and loss, success and failure, love and hate, honesty and dishonesty, morality and immorality and so much on others connect me and my attention. And I have been always able to make senses out of it- my own senses and learn to rejoice and lament on those.
I have already mentioned one event above. I started to wonder since I was 5 years old. I might have wondered before also but honestly I don’t remember any of those events. Anyway what I mean here is that I wonder basically on all the events that occurred in my life. I wondered, when I got 10 rupees from my maternal uncle in one ceremony held in his house and other kids got only 5 rupees and I continued wondering, when I was loved by the teachers, when my brothers were jealous about my father’s moral and material support on me, when I passed SLC (school leaving certificates) in first division, when my brothers and sisters got married, when my brothers separated from parents with their wives, when I moved to the crowed capital city in search of my fortune to be a big man, when my brother in law and my own sister attacked on me. Not only those moments, I also wondered, when I got job and when I didn’t, when I resigned, when I failed in college, when I was hired as a partner in one company without any monetary investment, when I was accepted as brother by my owner and rejected in some matters, when I was respected by my owner or partner and when I was dominated badly, when I felt humiliations, when I had sex (I mean when I hired sex, when I seduced sex and when I convinced sex), When I dated a girl, when I loved a girl and broke the love, when my sisters died in young ages, when my mother died sudden diagnosis of cancer and father didn’t have chance to talk with me and non of his kids before he died, when I moved to Finland, found a girl , married her and got a beautiful princess as my daughter within a year of my marriage. All, which I wondered on, wondered for some reasons. Some of them I accepted and some of them I rejected. Some had significant reasons, some had less significant reasons and some had no reasons at all. I rejoiced on some answers, I was sternly silent and neutral on some and I was devastatingly broken on some of those answers.
But life continues its endless journey. I travelled out from Nepal, cross the Pacific Ocean and fall into a magnum- a magnum of love. That moment also I was wondering how it is possible to have white woman as my lover. I was wondering on it but shortly I engaged with her and got married. Now I have a baby girl who has her mother’s lips and nose and my forehead, legs, eyes.I have also wondered on such appearance of my baby girl and made the senses about why it is so on her, which are very significant to me and to my wife as well.
I wondered today also. I looked at my wife and baby girl, and took a long breath. I started to wonder and smile since last night about today. I thought a moment my life is neither a fuss nor a slush anymore like before. It has concrete reasons and it is clear like crystal. Life is completely justifiable. I didn’t sleep until 12 at midnight because after midnight another day starts. That another day is today. And today is the first wedding anniversary of our. I am very happy. At the same time, wondering- ah! It’s been already one year of our wedding. I am very happy today- Probably a happiest man in the world. I don’t want to round up my happiness within the words but can’t also stop explaining those today’s moments in words.
I woke up about 12 at noon today because I hadn’t slept well last night because of my baby girl who always starves in hunger in every two hours. So my wife should wake up for breast feeding and simply I couldn’t sleep during that time. So I also woke up and asked , have she bought my gift or not? But she just smiled and said nothing about gift. You know what I am the probably unique husband in the world who asks gift of his own choice with his wife not only that reminds her to buy since a month ago because he knew that his wife is going for delivery. So it is wise to have it before hand. Because I am very fond of getting gifts from others and fond of giving gifts. I like gift sharing. Side by side, I am very strict about gift, if I supposed to get gift from someone, I desperately wait for that. If I don’t get it on time, It will hurt me and will be a great disaster. I still remember one significant event, once my brother promised me to buy a pair of sandal, the promised day was Saturday, and unfortunately he forgot to buy on that day. After knowing that, I cried for many hours and decided to ask the part of my property to buy a damn pair of sandal with my father. Not only, I decided, I asked it. The time I did such stupid attempt, I was only 8 years old. Then after, I became a comical character for my family. They started to laugh at me and I was dying with shame- Such a hilarious moments it was. I have tens of such stories about gifts. So you may understand why I reminded my wife since a month ago to get my gift. In case of gift, I may still turn into a kid. Finally, I got a very beautiful watch of my choice as gift from my lovely wife. You know what she had bought it already a month ago but kept it as a great secret. I didn’t know about it. It is really beautiful.
I also gifted what my wife likes today- ‘Some expensive kitchen appliances’. I don’t know how to use that. Not only that I had never seen it in my life before. Anyway, now it is at home. I will learn to use it. We went to the shop and bought it together. After around 2 pm, my wife started to bake a anniversary cake and I took care of baby girl. We shared our gift about 4 pm with coffee, cake and candle light in presence of our 11 days older daughter. It was such a precious time for me. We had also agreed while ago to have our dinner tonight somewhere out in a good restaurant. Therefore, we went to Martina, a Finnish restaurant in Järvenpää and had delicious food with delightful evening with my lovely wife and daughter. I wish to have such happiness whole life.
I did so many things today and I knew also- why? But I still wonder and making the best senses out of it. Actually I got some- A small and beautiful family.
Don’t afraid to wonder. Please do wonder on things and try to enjoy the moments, then you have the real and meaningful life………..
I read following news on BBC webpage. Actually one of my friends mailed it to me. Really sad story of one student who came to UK to persue MBA. It might not be only one student's problem and story, if our craze and blindness to belive just on names and names of countries, it can turn to be the problems and strories of thousands of students who keep a zeal to persue high quality international degree in foreign country like UK , USA and others where education is all the time on sale.
My sham degree from UK 'college'
Tens of thousands of foreign students may have entered the UK to study at bogus colleges, MPs believe, before the system of accreditation was tightened up this year. One student, who wishes to remain anonymous, told BBC News how an offer to study for a degree in the UK turned out to be a scam.
The student says many Indians dream of a degree from the UK I am an Indian citizen and came to the UK to study in 2005 at a college based in the heart of London. Earlier that year I received an email from a person who claimed that my CV had been selected for a Masters in Business Administration (MBA) course in London. I initially ignored it, but the prospect of a foreign education was just too tempting. I contacted the man and secured admission to a UK college for the MBA. The costs were much lower than for a normal UK college or university, and since I didn't want to put too much financial strain on my parents, I decided it would be a good option. I still needed a bank loan though and borrowed about £6,000 from a bank in India, which I had to start paying back immediately after the year-long course. I got my student visa sorted and came to the UK with a dream of getting my postgraduate degree. 'Weird education' I visited the college to get the initial stuff sorted and to obtain timetables for the lectures. I found the building to be quite small for a "college" building. Lectures started and I realised that the majority of the students, say about 85%, were Indian. In the next few weeks, I found their method of education weird. All the students knew they had been tricked. But we were too ashamed to go back to India In India you get a good standard of education - this was much worse. Assessments were questions on the board. This is how you get assessed in school, not for a university qualification. No course materials were provided and the university to which the college claimed to be affiliated was "work in progress". The principal was a Sri Lankan national and so were most of the teachers. Nothing about this college was up to the mark of an education institution and I knew it was all a sham. All the students knew they had been tricked. But we were too ashamed to go back to India. I was completely shattered, but I knew I couldn't tell my parents. Serving burgers Some students started doing part-time jobs to survive and in the hope that they could save enough for a proper college degree in the UK. I joined them. On a student visa you can only do 20 hours paid work a week - a proper graduate-level job was out of the question. With a first-class graduate degree from India, I found myself working behind tills and serving burgers. My self-confidence had taken a huge step back. I knew people in all jobs should be treated equally, but I had not slogged for four years in India to get a first-class degree and serve burgers in London. Months passed by and I decided I had to get out of this, so I decided to gain some work experience. It cost about £500 to gain an internship in a good company - for unpaid work. I took my first step back towards the life I deserved and secured an internship with a renowned company based in central London. I still needed money to survive, so I also took a job working nights with Royal Mail. My employers were ok about it, and understood I had to earn money to live. I could go home and sleep for a few hours before my night shift. I started taking pills which helped me stay awake. Being in this position was dangerous, when I think about it - but I knew I would survive somehow. Three months of work experience put me in a better place to find a job and I did eventually. Today I am working in a good job I like with my head high. I have put this experience behind me. 'Blind' Some students from the college I attended got their student visa extended from other fake colleges which charge around £500 for a fake degree, and they continue to work here illegally. Many of the migrants we see working in fast food places and distributing free papers are students like me who were duped and are now trying somehow to survive. They could be engineers, IT professionals or accountants in their home country. But these fake colleges have made them work in blue collar jobs in the UK. I think the Home Office is blind and does not see through these scam colleges. I have since found out, through articles in the Indian press, that these agents for bogus colleges can take 40% of the course fees themselves. Obviously no UK university would pay this to an agent. I survived this whole scam, but I hate these tricksters. Hate does not even encompass my feelings for them. The college referred to in this article was never accredited to recruit students from outside the EU. The BBC has seen evidence that it was recruiting students from India until at least 2006.
Its time to think. Can we all men be really the egalitarian husbands like Swedish and Norwegian men? I was reading following news on CNBC today morning and found this article very interesting at most.....
Published: Wednesday, 5 Aug 2009 | 5:12 AM ET
By: Reuters
Swedish and Norwegian men may make the most attractive husbands as they'll help with the housework while Australian men, renowned for their love of sport and beer, came last in a British study on roles in the home.
Economist Almudena Sevilla-Sanz from Oxford University set out to see if marriage and cohabiting rates in developed nations were linked to attitudes towards the roles of men and women and views on who is responsible for the housework and childcare.
Sevilla-Sanz, from the university's Centre for Time Use Research, found that women living in countries with the highest proportion of egalitarian men, who were happy to do their share of chores, were more likely to marry or live with a man.
"This study shows that in egalitarian countries there is less social stigma attached to men doing what was traditionally women's work," she said in a statement. "This leads to men in egalitarian societies taking on more of a domestic role so the likelihood of forming a harmonious household becomes greater, resulting in a higher proportion of couples setting up households in these countries."
AP
The study was based on interviews with 13,500 men and women aged between 20 and 45 from 12 countries which were ranked according to an "egalitarian index" based on questions about gender, housework and children responsibilities.
Norway and Sweden topped the egalitarian index, with Britain in third place, followed by the United States, making their men the most attractive marriage partners for women.
Next came the Netherlands, Ireland, and New Zealand.
At the bottom of the index were Japan, Germany and Austria, with Australia coming last as the least egalitarian.
Data about the number of women in partnerships was then compared against the index. Women of similar age and educational background were compared across the participating countries to see if their country's rating on the egalitarian index bore any relation to whether they were living with a man or not.
Sevilla-Sanz said women living in less egalitarian countries were between 20 and 50 percent less likely to be living with a man than women living in more egalitarian countries.
"The findings would predict that the average British woman was 8.5 percentage points more likely than a similar Australian woman to be in a live-in relationship," she said.
But while women seemed to prefer a man who would put out the bins and do the washing up, men were not so keen on women seeking a partner who wanted to split the chores, preferring a woman they could rely on to do all the housework and childcare.
"While egalitarian men seem to be viewed as a better bet by women, egalitarian women are seen as a less safe bet by men," she said.
The study, titled "Household Division of Labor and Cross-Country Differences in Household Formation Rates," is due to be published in the Journal of Population Economics.
EVERYONE has heard the clichés; that Finns are shy, that they drink far too much and are more comfortable in forests than they are in cities. But in my experience, the clichés are true of only half the population. I don’t mean roughly half; I mean exactly 50% of the population. Finnish women, as you may have noticed, are actually quite normal. Most can hold conversations on a variety of topics, dress nicely, and frequently laugh in public places. Some can even make eye contact. Most drink in joyful moderation, and are not driven to violence as a result of doing so.
FINNISH men, on the other hand, are a far more worrying lot. While Finnish men may make the best engineers in the world, they are the world’s worst talk show hosts. Topics of conversation seem to be limited to weather, programming in C++, and occasionally Formula One. At parties, while the women are in the kitchen laughing and discussing the issues of the day, the men are sat on the sofa in pained silence. Walls are stared at, lest eye contact encourage some backslider to start a conversation.
IN these situations, alcohol functions less as a social lubricant and more as a kind of defibrillator. Late every Friday night, men who have slumped monosyllabic and sullen over their workstations for 60 hours are suddenly sparked into robust monologues on anything from bus timetables to fashion. As a (female) friend put it, “When men talk to me in nightclubs, I understand why it is best they stay silent the rest of the time.” It seems as if alcohol allows Finnish men to become the kind of people they would want to be while sober; whilst ensuring they do so not with the suave cool of Daniel Craig, but more the stumbling weirdness of Boris Yeltsin.
Finnish men make the best engineers in the world, but the worst talk show hosts.
OF course, these are clichés. We all know some Finnish men who are kind and funny and do not work in mobile communications. But beneath many generalisations we can also find some facts, and in this case there are also some disturbing statistics. It is estimated that some half a million Finns have serious drinking problems. There are more than 4,000 reported cases of domestic violence in Finland every year. It barely needs mentioning that the overwhelming majority of cases are not reported, any more than it does that the overwhelming majority of perpetrators are men. Drunk men, in fact.
I AM appalled by the figures, but I am not shocked. If we consider domestic violence as an explosion at the end of a fuse marked by frustration and resentment, then it should come as no surprise that people with limited communication skills are more frustrated than those with many. IT may be that the men we see cackling hysterically over bottles of fruit wine outside the railway station are not the ones we should be worrying about. It is the apparently normal middle class men on the street who may most often mix the lethal ingredients of frustration, despair and alcohol.
AS Finns travel more and mix more with other cultures, Finnish men will hopefully learn what Finnish women already seem to know; that social chit-chat can be both fun and easy, that wine can be drunk from glasses and not from bottles, and that it is far better to talk about what one feels, than explode from the fear of doing so. In doing so, hopefully some of the deepest and darkest wounds in our society can begin to heal.
Last Updated ( Wednesday, 18 February 2009 06:09 )
Last night ended up with nightmares and beautiful dreams. Actually I completely forgot about nightmares and remembered only beautiful dreams. Dreams to be a proud father, dreams to be a good husband and dreams to have more beautiful dreams. And I saw the same dream yesterday where my wife mentioned me that she has pain in her stomach and may be soon labour will start. But I thought as I said above-It was only my dream. She repeated the same once again and I compelled to open my eyes. Actually, it wasn’t only a beautiful dream. She was already in pain but hadn’t had the severe one. Anyway, time to accomplish my dream to be a proud father and dream to be a good husband and dream to have more dreams was coming nearer. I slept but I didn’t get the sound one. My heart was corresponding with amazing thrills, excitements whole night. I had never had such impulses of something. In fact in my case, I earned hell of lots of money in my life; I get wealth of heaven and heaven on the earth, countless successes in my past years, nothing felt so special. I had never had such thrills and excitements on it. I was just happy and rejoicing it. I wandered rapidly and thoughtlessly on it.
But the situation which I had yesterday and have now is something very natural, normal, real and universal. I shouldn’t wonder so much for what happened today. Simply, when you get married, when you have sex or when you have woman, it is possible without any hindrances and obstacles. Instead, I should rather feel proud for what I earn and what I gain in the previous years. But it really didn’t keep any importance at all in my life. The money I earned and the things I get and gain, people can’t simply accustomed with. It needs lots of energy, it is time consuming and it has multiple risks. It can be the only day dream for someone’s whole life. You might sell you heart to fulfil such stupid and uncertain zeal. You might kill someone or to be killed by someone just to rejoice its essences.
However those achievements are in shade in front of what I got normally and naturally today. I am rather wondering for what I got today. Actually I got a little princess. My heart changed its role quickly which is non other than the pure heart of a father, who is compassionate only to hold her in his arms. I have forgotten the rest of the world. I have stopped thinking about food. I have the feeling of strange affinity and resemblance of mine with changed role. And I remembered my father. My father was my amnesty. But I never tried to understand him. Rather, I used to think - why he is so, is he stupid? Why can’t he slap me once for my stupidity and control my insisting nature? I, myself, used to wonder for what my brothers did to their kids. Today I understood it. But he is not alive to see this. There was nothing wrong with them. They were fathers, just fathers. They were emotionally bounded. I also became a father today. I also started to realize the role automatically. I felt - I have become a monist. My successes are trivial in front of a father. God is compelled to congratulate me and my emotional deed today. I have got the greatest enchantments.
We reached hospital at one o’clock in the afternoon. I was bit nervous and bit restless. I was thinking how the situation will be alike because I had decided to be the part of this process. I had decided to be together with my wife during delivery. We were warmly welcomed by the hospital staff. We reached to the labour room which was well equipped. Perhaps everywhere they are same. I had never seen such labour room before. In fact, I had bit awkward feeling even though I was together with my wife. If I had to ask something, I was whispering to my wife. I didn’t have the courage to speak louder. I decided to take part in delivery but I hadn’t left my identity behind. I was still thinking like a Nepali man who thinks being in a labour room with wife is matter of shame. How selfish are those men who think so. How cruel are those who reject to participate in such situation and how cunning are those who like to have only sex in closed room and feel ashamed to accept and help pregnant wife. I tried to avoid such natures of mine and participated normally. I don’t blame only those men who think so. Women are the one who prevent men to participate in labour. Women think that participating in delivery is not men’s job which I say here cultural traits. They aren’t welcomed in labour room. If a man happens to tilt from the door inside, women who are helping for delivery may get angry or start to laugh at him. Probably I had also the same feelings in the beginning, but no one prevent me to participate and no one laugh at me, rather they were very happy seeing me there.
It took six long hours and my little daughter born healthy at 6 pm in the evening. It was wonderful experience. I request all men to participate in such precious occasion in life. Only the lucky one will have such opportunities. So I request all to be ready for that. I saw her coming out. In the beginning, it was amusing to think about birth but when the real time came, it turned more toward emotional phase. I saw part of her head. My heart started to boil inside. I felt heavier and heavier. I felt that I would cry soon. I tried to control but my heart was full of tears- The tears of happiness. I felt miracle when I saw my daughter in real for the first time. My sensations increased and hear beats were rapid. I was trying not to cry. But lucky me, my eyes were full of tears when I hold my daughter for the first time. I thought and order my heart, its enough, avoid everything and let me cry. I must cry. Immediately after such correspondence with my heart, I burst into tears. I cried until it stops itself.
I only say you all that my first interaction with my little princes was amazing and worldly.
….. Today morning, I had to go to work at 7. I was bored and tired. My legs were heavier than my whole body. I wanted to sleep long. But I had no excuses. I must wake up. Therefore, I crushed the god once and make myself ready to go to work. It may be just a coincidence that I wanted to read one book today which I had borrowed from one of my friends few weeks ago. He told me that it was really interesting book for him. The name of the book is Eat, Pray, Love and has written by Elizabeth Gilbert. So I also decided to read it. I started to read right away in the train. When I arrived at my work after giving breakfast to my clients, I continued reading same book. As I already told that, I was crushing GOD in my bed early in the morning, interestingly while reading, I found some contents explaining about GOD in the book. They were really ironical, convincing and so to say words of my choices, similar to my situation today. I am really fucked up with long 12.5 working hours. While reading, I found an interesting petition letter written by Elizabeth Gilbert to the GOD for quick divorce with her most loving husband. She seems to be, most likely too tired of whole divorce process. So am I from today's long shift.For some people, it might just be hilarious state of mind of writer, which I found interesting in many ways and which explains the extreme bitterness of life and experience ironically.
Dear God, Please intervene and help end this divorce. My husband and I have failed at our marriage and now we are failing at our divorce. This poisonous process is bringing suffering to us and to everyone who cares about us.
I recognize that you are busy with wars and tragedies and much larger conflicts than the ongoing dispute of one dysfunctional couple. But it is my understanding that the health of the planet is affected by the health of every individual on it. As long as even two souls are locked in conflict, the whole of the world is contaminated by it. Similarly, if even one or two souls can be free from discord, this will increase healthy cells in a body can increase the general health of that body. It is my most humble request , then, that you help us end this conflict, so that two more people can have the chance to become free and healthy, as so there will be just a little bit less animosity and bitterness in a world that is already far too troubled by suffering. I thank you for your kind attention.
Respectfully,
Elizabeth M. Gilbert
Note: Copied from the book EAT, PRAY, LOVE and written by Elizabeth M. Gilbert
..........One evening, I was passing by my neighbour's house being lost within my own desires,own thoughts. Desires upon desire, flow of desires were immensely coming into my mind. Suddenly a bitter argument between a father and an ambitious son cut the smooth rhythm of my thoughts. Father was yelling to his son. I slightly sharpen my hearing towards them. Repetitively, the word desire; desire, desire, desire was coming through out the air. The father was very angry and suspicious about his son’s desire. He was asking with him- what is desire? When are you going to fulfill your desires? He was questioning ridiculously to his son. Every word was bitter and poisonous than anything in the world. At least I thought so. Such a funny conversation, he thinks, as if desires are some kind of selling goods, can be bought from any retail shop. He really doesn’t know even world is mad behind uncertain desire. That’s why there is war, agreement, negotiation, dominance. Poor son -what can he do? He is helpless, motionless and victim of unlimited desires. I can understand him. He has been seduced by his own desires. I heard and continued my journey. But that conversation was buzzing into my ears and hassling my concentration. In fact it hurt me- I lost my control all alone. I was murmuring in the agony - what the fuck is he thinking about desires? It can be one of the strongest and finest ways for someone to find his/her destiny . It can be only the reason for someone to survive. How can one be so rude and underestimating towards someone’s personal life desire and destiny? Suddenly I realized and thought , why I am so angry about what his father said ? But what can I do? It was bothering me and shading my hopes. For a moment, I felt like an ugly and longest solar eclipse was shrouding on my hopes. I felt so because I always keep hopes and believe that hopes give determination in life...........
हेलसिन्की/फिनल्याण्डमा अध्ययनरत दुई नेपाली युवाको सक्रियतामा स्थापित सिल्भर लाइनिङ क्रियसनले आफ्नो पहिलो वृत्तचित्र तेस्रो पुस्ता शुक्रबार सार्वजनिक गरेको छ। फिनल्याण्डको राजधानी हेलसिन्कीमा सामाजिक सेवा तथा सामुदायिक विकासको अध्ययन गरिरहेका मनोज भुसाल र उनकै सहपाठी सोम चौलागाईंको निर्माणमा बनेको उक्त वृत्तचित्रको लेखन तथा निर्देशन मनोज भुसालले गरेका हुन्।
करिब चालिस मिनेट लामो वृत्तचित्रमा संयुक्त राष्ट्रसङ्घको काम छाडी युरोप हानिएका एक उन्नाइस वर्षे नेपाली युवाको कथा समेटिएको छ। निर्देशक भुसालका अनुसार वृत्तचित्रमा समेटिएको कथा एक व्यक्तिको मात्र नभई वर्षेनि हजारौँको सङ्ख्यामा विदेशिने सामान्यतया तेस्रो पुस्ता भनेर चिनिने नेपाली युवाहरुको साझा कथा हो।
वृत्तचित्रले संसारका गरीब देशहरुको विकासमा ठूलो योगदान पुर्याउनसक्ने दक्ष युवाहरु विकशित मुलुकको मोहमा परी उतै हराउने प्रवृत्तिले गर्दा गरीब देशहरू कसरी उपेक्षित हुन्छन् भन्ने विषयलाई उठाएको छ।
तेस्रो पुस्ताको प्रदर्शनी हेल्सिन्कीबाट सुरू भई युरोपका अन्य शहरहरूमा समेत गरिने निर्देशक भुसालले बताए । नेपालमा भने यसको प्रदर्शनी सन् २००९ को अन्त्यतिरमात्र गरिने भएको छ।
तेस्रो पुस्ताको प्रदर्शनीबाट सङ्कलन हुने सम्पूर्ण रकम नेपालका दुर्गम गाउँहरूमा पुस्तकालय स्थापना गर्न तथा सरकारी विद्यालयहरूमा कम्प्युटर वितरण गर्ने कार्यमा खर्च गरिने जानकारी भुसालले दिए ।
This short film is a part of the Silver Lining Creation public awareness series. This is going to be promoted by some environmental organizations and also will be screened in short film (under five minutes film) festivals.
The film was shot almost within 20 minutes and after 30 minutes of editing and rectification, within less than an hour, it was ready! Still there appear to be minor errors, but well, we are not professionals and are at learning phase, so that is quite okay:))
Published on Monday, July 20, 2009 at www.schaulagai.blogspot.com
I always sleep with the hope of beautiful dreams of upcoming identity; wake up with one emerging identity, complete day with challenging identity and return home having completely different one to follow the same cycle of identity. In fact, who am I? What is my real relation with this versatile world? Everybody might have the some sort of curiosity about their identity. Even though, I have an inner insight that identity signifies complexity, identifies with reality and is the bearer for the all vanity of a human life that directly links to the society. Likewise, I believe that Identity is an integral part of social life and without social identity, there is, in fact no society. So as to say, Identity is much more about you, means partly internal and subjective and also partly external and depend on the judgement of others. For example, Identity can be fixed on the basis of gender, nationality, class, religion, political, social, traditional role since you are belong to those of. Simultaneously, Identity coherently deserves symbolical logos. It is changeable unless it is a matter of gender, nationality and class.
Having referred to autobiography of eminent personalities, philosophers, scientists, actors, musicians, yogis of the world, they are exclusively describing the life stories and jargons of their life. All narratives connect more or less with their different stages of identity. Thus, Identity entails the personality. Wherever I depart in the world, the first question always follows me is –‘who are you?’ And if I have to introduce myself in front of a stranger, I always initiate like telling…. My name is Som Chaulagai from Nepal. I am 26 years old, young married man inspired by Hindu’s belief system and working as a .. Or student. Basically, it reveals adequate information about me to make some sort of constructive dialogue with him. It evokes all kind of basic information about my age, sex, and religion, political and socio-economical status to that person. But when I develop my personal relationship with him in deeper way by any means of process, he will judge my identity in various ways. Now what I mean to explain here is that a person can present himself or herself according to his/her personal interest among others but the thematic identity always follows the behavioral and social part of individual through judgmental analysis of other member of society.
Identity is adaptable (condition applied), transferable, changeable. It follows the phonetic as well as genetic process, physical and biological development, social, political and economical influences. Since the matter of description of my own identity, I like to describe from the time when I was inside my mother’s womb. I sound bit more imaginary as well as fictional in this term. However, this is an unravel fact. It explains an identity of mine as developing a child inside mother’s womb. It took almost nine months to develop as a boy. Gradually, I got my name from my parents. Later on, I came to know that I belong to chaulagai family where Hinduism is my religion and hold the position of superior caste within Nepalese community. Since then, my identity represents both traditional as well as social aspects.
Referring to my school life, I have been known as one of the brilliant students. Everyone was having boundless expectations upon my calibre. Since onward, developing dynamic identity became my interest and unlimited desire too. According to the different theories of social science about developing identities described by Woodward having reference of different sociologists and psychologists – linking personal and subjective sense of identity to the external identity, the presentation of self in everyday life, childhood experience and parental environment to the adulthood, I also started to relate every aspect of life in development of identity. So as to say, creating an identity is not an easy work, it needs lots of strength, enthusiasm and passion as well. One fact is largely valid that physical or whatever development in life style signifies complexity. On the other hand, it also dedicates the uplifting grip for one’s identity.
I struggled for several years in crowed city of Kathmandu in the search of better identity. Gradually one after another I deserved all within the arena I choose. I ran for almost 9 years from one corner to another, junks, and take a twist and turn many times in life. I had chosen a field related to the Human Resources (Recruitment Business). During those years, I started my identity from a low paid staff and ended up, as a Human resources Manager, like a renowned identity in professional life. That was my individual identity. Beside that I represented social and political identity involving myself in Lions club International, and other business related associations as well. Side by side, I continued my traditional roles and relationship. But desire of getting new identity and superior identity never stopped me to move forward. During that course, I realised that achieving identity is a matter of pride but sometimes it also creates conflict among networks and society. I had achieved all the identity what a man should achieve in term of sex, gender, social, economical and political aspect in order to move beyond during those years. At the same time, I started conflict with my own sister in business for newer and superior identity so did she. She intervened me in unconvincing way. Way of intervention and family circumstances and unexpected incidents forced me to find my new identity outside from Nepal.
Thus, in the year 2007, I left my all identity what I had achieved in Nepal and Nepal itself in search of newer one as a student in Diaconia University of Applied Sciences. Here, again, I started from the bottom level. Sometime, it feels so good to start the chapters of life again in a different way. I started my identity as a student, and within the short period of time, I started to carry multiple identities here in Finland. My daily life, step by step, set forth in multiple identical aspects, for example husband, student foreigner, stranger and a cleaner- called siivooja f sir to siivooja in Finland and waiting to be a father soon. Being a husband and student was a greater choice in my life but being a Siivooja something different than acceptance. I am compelled to introduce myself by the name of the place where I work to my boss. If I say I am Som in telephone. They don’t recognize me. They think that a junk or a bluff call from a stranger. I would rather like to say compulsion in order to maintain socio economic status and my misfortune to be in such identity crisis. Even though, if I compare my social, political, economical and professional life, I see it hanging middle of no where. These days, when I do not see and meet co operating and collective neighbourhood, people who speak same language, spicy food and mountains, I missed Nepal so much. I had never had such patriotic feeling or essence before. Now I feel proud to say myself- I am a Nepali. Now I have got the realization of being real Nepali and Nepal Identity. Not only that I have realised most sensitive part of my identity- A Hindu, even though I am not so religious. I started to differentiate mine and others belief system. In this way, I am categorising myself in minority group and striving to get better identity.
Hence, Identity carries the credibility of a human being but it depends on environment, culture, behaviour, professional and traditional role and so on. The conclusion is, the process is one of recognition, of looking at yourself and thinking that ‘that’s me’.