main street love

the sound of rain and snow constantly echoing in my mind…and you whisper into my ears that travels in the speed of light, touching each constellation of the universe…night sky…our lonely hearts…our wet existences walking in the street lights…the crowd of people….bustling main street…unknown language…unknown faces…scratches upon my life…scratches upon your life, which are intangible for the rest of the world…i inhale your breath and you inhale my breath….seems like there is no any ending of this phenomenal process…we walk…just embracing each other… i hold you and your existence in my palm…this seems utterly unusual…weird…bizarre…but i believe this is simply beautiful in its all aspects…the wind gently blows off your hairs…the ray of the stars slowly falls on your face,  the beauty of moon brightens the street you walk on…a lot of things are taking place in a fraction of second…we pass by many shops…many people…the sounds of the vehicles…the lights of the vehicles…the streets…main street…main street love…thus, it is not a beginning…nor an ending…because it is an unconscious phase…it is an unplanned, unpredicted, and inexplicable period of the main street…of which exquisiteness should remain mysterious…where we both can cover our love and sufferings…because of which clouds can remain as clouds at main street…sky can stay as sky at main street…ev’ry thing is possible at main street…we walk out of the metro station…we drink our love…we eat our sins…we tear  apart our crimes…we kill evils…we create gods…we are gods…we live gods…do you know this truth before i bite your ears? i realize it aftermath…the shadowy corner of the main street…morning dusk…our restless souls…i need to hide my face…i want my darkness dissolve in that moment…you close your eyes…in fact, you put a veil on your face…with your silhouette strongly attached to my hands, i let myself flow with the rhythm of the air your exhale…you said i am an animal…right…right… you speak the truth…i am an animal…a small facet of my personality is a sheer animal…and i am happy that you love that animal…you call it a wild yellowtail…or a lion…both could be reasonable…i don’t wanna utter a word now…let silence prevails ev’ry where…ev’ry corner of the main street…ev’ry space of the universe…let silence grows in our love…let us grow in that obscure space of darkness…where we can find a shore to dry our wet existence…now i close my eyes,dear!

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Architecture of Nepalese Temples

Nepal, politically unrest and chaotic nation from beginning of its then and present existences, live beneath the splendid and majestic arrays of high Himalayas to low basin, having ancient foot trails of modern life, art, cultures, and literature.

No wonder! Nepalese live under the sacred roofs, with saturated dreams of their gods and goddesses. They built temples into their houses. They construct fulsome praise to their deities. And that’s why there are temples at every street, at every alley of Kathmandu. And, Bhupi Sherchan, a famous Nepalese poet writes “Saghuro Galli ma Mero Chowk Cha (there lies my courtyard in a narrow alley),” resting upon the unparalleled Nepalese world.

Besides, the societal injustices, disparities, and malfunctioning of every government till the date, the architecture of Nepalese temples holds profound ancient history that has been immensely significance to the art of the world. The architecture of Nepalese temples was so much influenced by India, China, and Central Asia, creating many kinds of architectural designs that have given birth to utterly new dimension in architectural world, with a colossal creativity on it.

Fundamentally, there are three styles developed in course of time: The Wooden Struts and The Pagoda Style, The Shikara Style, and The Stupa Style.

 The Wooden Struts and The Pagoda Style:

The wooden struts in Nepalese houses and temples are widespread and designated architect since ancient times.  Distinctive and splendid craving of images of gods and goddess on wooden struts shows tremendous ability of Newari artists of Kathmandu Valley.  The existing and the finest archetypes of wooden struts belong to the twelfth and thirteenth centuries (Pal, 2003, p.54).

In fact, the origin of the struts and Pagoda style goes way back to Han Dynasty (206 BC-220 AD) of China.   It is widely perceived that the Han Dynasty have sketched the cultural figures and patterns of China until modern days. No any buildings built during the Han Dynasty are still holding the land, but what it left is tradition of nobility, and of glory.

The greatest contribution of the Han Dynasty in the architecture of that time was it laid the basic foundation for wooden struts and Pagoda style. The critical reason behind using wooden struts is to support overhanging eaves of roofs of temples, manors, and military watchtowers, along with use of (block) brackets, from the fence to the outer edge of the roof at a 35 degree to 40 degree angle. In a course of time, Han Dynasty experimented with different composition of struts, from diagonal to curved, curved to slanting struts.


Figure 1. A HOUSE FOR THE SPIRIT was assured the dead by a pottery model like this one, such an elaborately painted copy of a manor house of Han times. Such funerary models provide invaluable clues to early Chinese architecture (Schafer, 1967, p. 32).

The variation of experimentations and inventions of Mingqi Potter Buildings of the Han Dynasty gave an ample opportunity in the development of Pagoda style. Although, at early stage, in Jiaozuo manors there is no solid evidence on the numbers of bays used, one to five bays can be seen in Mingqi Potter Building.  Noticeably divided into seven levels, the main building consists of 13 components stacked one on top of the other. The structure of building, which is multi-roofed, consists of two units outlining a double-level storey.

Appearing as an intermediate structure built between two roofed storeys, with a balcony, the lower level is smaller than the upper level. Over a course of time, such intermediate structure is seen in historic buildings with only structural function, turning smaller in height.

According to Qinghua Guo (2010), the development of Multi-storeyed and Multi-eaved buildings in Chinese Architecture might be archetypal pagoda. Analyzing the mingqi buildings, the multi-storeyed and multi-eaved buildings were prior to pagoda. According to researches and historical records, the pagoda has existed since Emperor Mingdi period (AD 58-75) of the Eastern Han, continued to flourished during the North and South dynasties (317-589).  In the T’ang and Song period, pagoda reached in its peak of development, prevailed into modern times.

Many of ancient pagodas are still found in various regions of China. Observing the appearance and structure, pagodas shared common features with the mingqi buildings, which had laid a fundamental foundation in the origin of pagoda in China.

After the fall of Han Dynasty, nomads invaded China from the north, leaving China without a steady government for almost four centuries. By 618 A.D  T’ang Dynasty ( 618-907 AD) came in power. Soon after T’ang Dynasty held the political power, China once again became a great empire in the world. In influence of T’ang Dynasty, China enjoyed the highest development in art, literature, and scientific inventions. Though Chinese began to expand enthusiastically to the north-west, they were also extending Chinese routine in the South. It might be during 7th to 8th centuries, the influence of T’ang Dynasty can be clearly seen in South, including Nepal. It might be during that time, the structure of wooden struts, and Pagoda migrated to Nepal.


Figure 2: Influence of T’ang Dynasty in Southern region, including Nepal (Schafer, 1967, p. 32).


Shikara Style:

In Sanskrit, Shikara means “peak of mountain.” And, Shikara style denotes vertically rose tower in Hindu temples. Basically, Shikara style is architecture of North Indian temples. Although Shikara style are even sub-divided into Dravidian, Nagar, and Vesara styles, Nepal developed its kind of Shikara style. Indian version of Skikara style doesn’t give more space in construction of temple, simply erecting tall curvilinear, while Nepalese version enjoys more space to the temple, vertical  up warded with pyramidal tower, breaking the surface into different sections.  The Krishna temple in Patan, built by King Siddhi Narsingh Malla is the finest specimen of Nepalese Shikara style. (2010)


P.S: Even though it was an important article that I wrote it for my art class, due to different circumstances, I couldn’t complete it. The indispensable factor was not getting authentic and credible sources to continue, nevertheless I had more than 15 books that I borrowed from Stephen. I had volumes of books on Chinese architect, which I could not read them all, and few of them were of Shikara Style. There were many contradictory views on Stupas, then again I was not satisfied with arguments I found in the books. Hence, I plan to publish on my blog, although it is an incomplete article. But, I will continue my research and will add information.

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Welcoming Winter

You are almost here, commencing to tilt away from the sun, leaving us in frigid nights of our lives that neither of us long for, because you imprison us within you, which many people simply despise. Yes, I hear your uproar in silence, speaking many figurative languages. And I praise you for that. I praise you because I understand your nature. Because I can decipher your psychology. You probably don’t know you are one of the most phenomenal idiosyncrasies of nature. Nevertheless, leaves will start to fall again. The sun will be seen in a hazy personality. The sky will be cloudy. Snowflakes will decorate streets. Life will halt once again. It will be in coma at a corner of the Manhattan. And most importantly, New Yorkers will walk on the cold streets of the Manhattan, over and over, unconsciously.

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i don’t know where i should commence from…lots of things are scattered here and there, everywhere…i sometimes can’t comprehend myself which way i am supposed to walk and which path i am walking on… days and nights don’t make any significant difference to me…it is as if darkness had wounded heart of time, it is as if a night had howled in peculiar sounds of its ancestors, standing in a long line of wolves, and it is as if humans were becoming shorter and shorter..every shadow of a shadow less person’s shadow is always within me, luring me in the dungeon covered by the greatest shadow in the history of human civilization…and sometimes i feel like it is just next to me…probably the feeling of rejection and ignorance to other people may have provoked my desires to be aimless, directionless…hence, it is inevitable to walk alone insanely carrying all the clouds on your shoulder…carrying all the faces of this planet in a droplet of water i let my soul showering…heavily…very heavily… that i would create a heaven in this earth…i would write its future from beginning to end…end to beginning…and again beginning to end… which wouldn’t be a perfect…and i think that’s my greatness! after many years of life, when cherry would start to blossom again, when millions of starts would begin to sing, when the great wall of china would touch the march, my dear you would be seeing the mirror of the past, the present, and the future and you wouldn’t be surprised for not recognizing my face, for my face would in a veil of thick layers of crimes…



…this is nonsense…i know this is utterly stupid…but i believe i am enjoying…some vibrating feelings are echoing in the lush forest that is penetrating my soul, erecting my consciousness to a grey area…god, what bliss!


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Evening dusks
Sat by the river bank.
We made the river filthy.
We used to pass the nights,
Listening to frogs.
Frogs were even better than us!

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