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Sunday, March 20, 2011

Travelling Blind

http://www.ekantipur.com/2011/03/21/oped/travelling-blind/331229.html
Published in 'The Kathmandu Post'
21st March 2011
Travelling Blind

In recent years, the trend of Nepalis leaving the country for foreign employment has significantly increased. After Nepal plunged into civil war in 1996, the number of migrant workers going overseas increased tremendously. According to the Ministry of Labour and Transport Management, approximately 650 migrant workers from Nepal leave for various labour-receiving countries everyday, with an estimated 2.27 million Nepali migrant workers already engaged in foreign employment services—a majority of which fall into the category of unskilled labourers.

Monday, November 22, 2010

Technological Revolution



Time and tide wait for none. I still remember the day when I bought Konica film camera, my happiness knew no bounds. It was in the year 2005 that I went to US and I took lots of pictures with the same camera until I bought a new digital camera. I printed all the pictures and sent them to Nepal for memories. I have photo albums with those printed pictures which give me blissful tour of my life every now and then. Now, we are in a digital era and after digital cameras were introduced in the market, the printing pictures got diminished. I no longer print the pictures.

Friday, November 05, 2010

Random thoughts from a war diary: Ode to a Development Consultant

Random thoughts from a war diary: Ode to a Development Consultant: "Your come with fancy degrees for sure Harvard Kennedy Princeton Wilson Georgetown, Syracuse and Yale You drive in SUVs through ghettos Came..."

Thursday, November 04, 2010

I received more than what I gave

I realized that coming home was not that easy once one is used to with where one is living for some years habituated with western developed systems. It was 2007 June when I got back to Nepal from the US which supposed to be the dream country for many. Though I was happy to start off at least with an internship for few months, I really had to struggle for job hunting for few months. Since you live around with people, you can not avoid some of the things which you do not want to talk about. Particularly, while I was getting reverse cultural shock when I just got back from the US and was trying hard to find job, it was not happy thing to be questioned by the people around-when and why did you come back. It penetrates and pierces your mental stability, when someone judges you with what you have earned (in terms of economy) and not what degree you have earned. However, I was happy that I passed through that phase and ended up with an entertaining and life shifting job.


Wednesday, November 03, 2010

Customer Service

During my one and half month long stay in Nepal, I somehow used wrong pin-code more than 3 times to log in my online bank account (ABN-AMRO) from Nepal. After that my account got blocked which means I could not use my ATM card as well as online account. So, I went to the bank as soon as I got back from Nepal in September first week to unblock my bank account and to have a new pincode (since I forgot it after staying in Nepal for around 45 days. It happens when you have Research Paper (RP) Pressure :))

Sunday, October 17, 2010

Half Full or Emply?

Half Full or Half Empty?

"I never saw a pessimistic general win a battle." Guiseppe Borghese
"The world is like a mirror; frown at it, and it frowns at you. Smile and it smiles, too." – Herbert Samuels
"There are no hopeless situations; there are only people who have grown hopeless about them." Clare Boothe Luce

“I've missed more than 9000 shots in my career. I've lost almost 300 games. 26 times, I've been trusted to take the game winning shot and missed. I've failed over and over and over again in my life. And that is why I succeed.”

Saturday, February 27, 2010

Bhutanese Refugee Family in the Netherlands

Chakra Bahadur Gajmer (51) and his family arrived at Schiphol airport in Amsterdam, Netherlands on February 16, 2009. Gajmer family was among the first largest cohort group of refugees who were resettled in the Netherlands by the Dutch government. International Organization for Migration (IOM) arranged tickets and travel documents for them. Gajmer family had been living in Sanischare camp, Morang, as Bhutanese refugees.

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

How many deaths do we need for Human Rights Attention?

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Human tragedy: A farmer and child in India's 'suicide belt'


How many deaths do we need for Human Rights Attention?
Farmers’ Suicide in India: A perspective through Human Development, Human Right and Human Security

The concepts of Human Development (HD), Human Rights (HR) and Human Security (HS) are gaining broad attention in today’s world after the United Nations (UN) started publishing various reports with major focuses on these issues. UN publishes the yearly Human Development Index (HDI) and HS reports every year and ranks the countries on the basis of socio-economic progress with respect to Human Rights.

Monday, February 01, 2010

Saturday, December 12, 2009

Bhutanese delegation in Geneva

On 4th of December, many Bhutanese refugees gathered in front of the UN complex (Palais de Nations) of Geneva to press the Bhutan government on the issue of human rights and democracy. Some of the refugees dressed in Bhakku (national dress of Bhutan). One of the refugees carried a national flag of Bhutan. It was the day when Bhutan government was to present "Universal Periodic Review of the Government of Bhutan's Human Rights Report." "We want justice, human rights and inclusive democracy; stop human rights violations in Bhutan; Bhutan forcefully evicted 13,0000 citizens (20% of total population); repatriate Bhutanese Refugees with dignity and honor; Bhutan's Human Rights Report to Universal Periodic Review is False," were some of the quotes found in the play cards carried by the Bhutanese refugees. The review session began at 2 pm with the delegation team from the Bhutan government. The Bhutanese refugees who protested out side the UN complex were also present during the session.

Tuesday, December 01, 2009

Nigeria: A Perspective through Post-colonialism


Nigeria, one of the nations whose economy is heavily depended on oil, lies in the west of Africa. Nigeria is a country of multi ethnicity with around 120 million populations. Hausa-Fulani, Yoruba and Igbo are the three dominant groups from over 250 ethnic groups in Nigeria. Oil is one of the major cause factors which pushed Nigeria towards its disintegration causing 30-month long civil war till 1970 (Oby, 2005: 111). Nigeria was colonized by Britain in 1914 and was granted full independence in 1960 (Burnell, 2000).

Monday, November 16, 2009

Self Employed Lakhpa in Brussels



(Lakhpa at the right side)
How many people can fit into a small single apartment? The answer might be few people. What about running a small hotel in a small one bedroom apartment? What??? A hotel in a sigle apartment!! How might it be possible to think of a hotel in an apartment? Lakhpa, a self employed, originally from Tibet, proves that it is not impossible. A friend from Brussels took us to Lakhpas's place where we were amazed to see how Lakhpa is making a good business within his small apartment. I thought our friend from Brussels was going to take us to a nice Nepali restaurant for ordering momo and Nepali food. But amazingly we ended up to Lakhpa's place. A small congested kitchen, with a small dinnig table, is what he has as a hotel room. There is another small room where few people can fit in. It is just an apartment but anyone could hardly believe how well he has turned it into a cosy hotel. After few minutes of being there, we were served with momos (not just the momos but the real momos with the flavor in it) along with pickle. Mean while, we also had an opportunity to taste fried pork. The background Nepali music coming out of his bedroom from huge flat-screen enriched Lakhpa's tiny wonderland. Now, his momo business needs no publicity since many Nepalese, Tibetians and quite few Belgians are already his regular customers. At the beginning, he started it with serving food to few Tibetians living in the same apartment. Slowly, it became well known and currently, his place has become one of the junctions for hanging out. It is also surprising to hear that he manages to do home-delivery on his bicycle. Quite unbelievable!! He earns more than anyone with normal (entry level job). An entrepreneur with amazing entrepreneurship. Kudos Lakhpa!!

                                       Doesn't it look good?

Thursday, August 27, 2009

Life in Damak

(Time: 1st January, 2008) Many people were busy celebrating New Year 2008 but I was busy in packing my stuff to go to Damak. I took a night bus from Kalanki and got ready for Damak. I did not get the proper seat though I was assured by the travel agent that I would get a comfortable seat at the front next to the driver. The assurance did not work well since I had to sit with an old man squeezing my ever-slim body. The old man was not happy with the situation since he was also guaranteed that he would get a deluxe seat. “This is what guaranteed-deluxe seat in New Nepal!!!” I thought. I did not want to be a trouble maker for the old man. So, I moved at the back of the bus. I was happy to find a free space there (where I could maintain my space!!!) at the back-side of the bus. I was bit relaxed thinking that I had enough space if I wanted to sleep. I was going to be my long-night bus tour. I was happy about my new destination and travel. I was not that enjoying the travel since I could not see anything outside because of the darkness. At night when everyone started taking nap, I tried lying on the last seat of the bus where many passengers could fit into. Eventually, I realized that I won't be able to sleep because last seat always jolts too much. Learned a lesson. "Never take a last seat when you travel long." Within 21 months stay at Damak, I travelled on the bus only twice (long travel). Didn’t have much idea, how eastern part of Nepal look like.....I was excited about it. AND then all these HAPPPPPPPEEENNNNEEED.......to be continued.

      
CO team at Kanyam, 2009
               Mai Khola Bridge near Ilam, 2008              Bhedetar, 2008
 
 Maikhola Bridge, 2008
                                                                             New Year  Eve
                                                                       Party at Sofia's houseHarry's (Tshering's Treat for Lhosar)    
Nirvana Country Club, Dharan, Ghopa CampBack from Antu Danda"Cheers"- Again at Harry's
                                                                            Ilam


 
Tongba at Bhedetar, Better than Heele                                                              


Dharan

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

HOLY in Damak



HOLY 2009 with CO Team in Damak

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Tuesday, March 17, 2009

A LONG WAY GONE- memoirs of a boy soldier

"A gripping story of a child’s journey through hell and back.
There may be as many as 300,000 child soldiers, hopped-up on drugs and wielding AK-47s, in more than fifty conflicts around the world. Ishmael Beah used to be one of them. He is one of the first to tell his story in his own words.
In A LONG WAY GONE, Beah, tells a riveting story. At the age of twelve, he fled attacking rebels and wandered a land rendered unrecognizable by violence. By thirteen, he’d been picked up by the government army, and Beah, at heart a gentle boy, found that he was capable of truly terrible acts. Eventually released by the army and sent to a UNICEF rehabilitation center, he struggled to regain his humanity and to reenter the world of civilians, who viewed him with fear and suspicion. This is, at last, a story of redemption and hope."


"Excerpt"


My high school friends have begun to suspect I haven’t told them the full story of my life.
“Why did you leave Sierra Leone?”
“Because there is a war.”
“Did you witness some of the fighting?”
“Everyone in the country did.”
“You mean you saw people running around with guns and shooting each other?”
“Yes, all the time.”
“Cool.”
I smile a little.
“You should tell us about it sometime.”
“Yes, sometime.”
This is how wars are fought now: by children, traumatized, hopped-up on drugs and wielding AK-47s. Children have become the soldiers of choice. In the more than fifty conflicts going on worldwide, it is estimated that there are some 300,000 child soldiers. Ishmael Beah used to be one of them.
What does war look like through the eyes of a child soldier? How does one become a killer? How does one stop? Child soldiers have been profiled by journalists, and novelists have struggled to imagine their lives. But it is rare to find a first-person account from someone who endured this hell and survived.
In A LONG WAY GONE: Memoirs of a Boy Soldier, Beah, tells a powerfully gripping story: At the age of twelve, he fled attacking rebels and wandered a land rendered unrecognizable by violence. By thirteen, he’d been picked up by the government army, and Beah, at heart a gentle boy, found that he was capable of truly terrible acts. At sixteen, he was removed from fighting by UNICEF, and through the help of the staff at his rehabilitation center, he learned how to forgive himself, to regain his humanity, and, finally, to heal.
This is an extraordinary and mesmerizing account, told with real literary force and heartbreaking honesty. ..............................

Source: www.alongwaygone.com

Monday, December 15, 2008

Be who you are


No human being is perfect though it is said that practice makes a man perfect. Every human being is different and distinct in an own way. No two human beings can be same both mentally and physically. Every human being has a distinct feature. The way a person act, work, think and react is some how different from others though there are still some sorts of commonalities among human beings. Hence, every single person on this planet is unique and dissimilar in an individual way. That may be the reason one can not be the replica of another person completely. It is natural that people become impressed from their significant others. However, how hard might a person wish to be the same person as the significant others, those dreams can never be fulfilled entirely. These might be easily possible in fairy tales and some fiction stories but not in reality.
I always dream of having some virtues which my friends possess. To make it come true, I tried many times and also, gave up repeatedly. Sometimes, I become green-eyed not having such desirable qualities with me. I wonder and ponder why I do not possess that excellence for what my friends are bestowed with. I had so many of friends who were really good at memorizing all the questions and answers from top to bottom without even missing a single word though it is not practical all the time. I happened to feel bad when I could not learn by heart like them for the exams. I used to be disappointed and frustrated many more times not having memory power like my friends. I was the only person whose exam answers used to be completely different from the class mates since I always tried to write the answers in my own way. During my school time, I was compelled to believe that the more you are good at memorizing, the more you are good at your study. But I still remember one of my teachers suggesting me to keep it up in writing answers in my own way being creative and constructive. He encouraged me not to learn by heart like my friends and suggested me to keep doing what I had been doing. Since then I completely gave up memorizing the text answers line by line and word by word. Instead, I focused in understanding the contexts which was encouraged by my teachers.
Every coin has two sides. The habit of ignoring the practice of memorizing the notes in the past left me far behind. I lose my patience whenever I have to memorize something especially during the exam time. I become so nervous that I can not even memorize few lines though I can make sense of the context. This side effect can be noticed with me specially when I sit down with my friends and start singing. Unless I look at the lyrics, I can not sing a complete song since I can not remember the lyrics of any song except few songs. I feel myself like dumb especially when I am with “Antakshari” group though I enjoy being a part of such amusing group. Similarly, I always have hard time in remembering the names of the movies and filmy characters and it does not really matter even if I have watched the same movie over and over. In addition to this, I am also worst in recalling the title songs and name of the artists.
So far, it has not been a real problem in my career and personal life for being absent minded in context to the songs and movies. What ever my friends are attributed with and what ever my weakness is, the fact is that I can not be the person who I am not. Therefore, I enjoy being who I am since it is not worth wasting time regretting for what one does not have.

The grass is greener on the other side

"The Grass is greener on the other side"
I have seen many of my friends who are not satisfied with their profession. I have heard much dissatisfaction from their mouths about their occupation. Clouds of discontent have overshadowed their faces. I have also noticed that they were the happiest ones when they first got into their line of work. One of my friends went through so much frustration when he had to be jobless for several months though he tried so hard not leaving any stone unturned. He went through depression and almost lost his hope of being employed in Nepal. He regretted for coming back to Nepal after he graduated from the American university. I still remember him telling me that he should have stayed in the US doing some entry level jobs rather than being unemployed in Nepal. Eventually, before he lost his final hope, his untiring job hunting quest paid him back and got a nice job which he liked very much. He was so much enthralled and excited that he threw a big party to his closest friends including me. His family members and friends were so glad to see him getting a reputable and well paid job. This unexpected success made him think that everything happens for a good reason. He comforted himself saying that he got to stay unemployed for so many months because the best job had been waiting for him. He then started telling other friends not to lose hope at any difficult situation and suggested friends to be optimistic in life. “Life could be prickly and thorny but one needs to know how to do away with prickly thorns on the way,” says he. Once he got the job, he became the man of dreamer. Sense of confidence and contentment got developed with him day by day. The lines of pessimism have gotten rid of his face. He wished he could always be like that.
It has been almost a year since he began his first job after his graduation. Now, I notice that he is no more the same person. It is said that everything changes with time; so is he. Within a year he has already changed his job more than twice. Soon, he no more likes his recent work and thinks that he got stuck with it. Dissatisfaction and displeasure reclaimed in his life. He complains that he got bored of working with new environment and therefore, expects to have a nice break. At present, he regrets quitting his earlier job. He did not realize the importance of his previous job until he lost it. He forgot his ‘self’ and tried finding ‘others’ in him comparing himself more with others. He found the grass on the other side greener. Losing his patience, he failed to bear in mind that other people (as he does) notice the grass on his side greener. His friends still think that he is marching ahead on his career path so well that they dream of following his foot steps. Contrary to what others think about him, he saw the half water filled glass as half emptied.
It is always good to be ambitious and think of better options in life since it is one of the encouraging parts in human lives. Many of the times, this leads to the path of success. However, happiness and satisfaction needs to be discovered within the self since it is veiled within the person. My friend has a dream but his haste turned out to be waste. He became a rolling stone which could not gather moss. I hope my friend will discover happiness soon and notice the grass on his side greener.

Monday, September 22, 2008

Rendezvous with US Ambassadors




Present US Ambassador to Nepal, Nancy Powell (2007) (above) and former US Ambassador to Nepal, James F. Moriarty (2005) with Nepali PLUSers

Sunday, September 21, 2008

Flashback of Summer 2006 in D.C.


Date: 10th October ’06
I learned a big lesson from the terrible winter break of 2005. I knew that it would be too boring if I stayed in the abandoned and vacant dorm doing nothing for the whole summer. I had a hard time spending Thanks Giving holidays last year not having anything to do and no where to go. I felt suffocated and depressed during that time. The whole dorm, where I lived, was locked with no visitation policy. I was in a nowhere situation. That was the most dreadful experience I ever had in my life. I do not know how Robinson Crusoe, the title character in Daniel Defoe’s novel, could live alone on an isolated island for many years. I know for sure that I would die with hopelessness in such a situation.
I was excited about my decision to go Washington D.C., the capital city of the Untied States of America, for summer 2006. I had been to D.C. a couple of times before; once during the summer of 2005 for few days as a visitor and the next time for a conference. During January, it was so cold. We went on a sightseeing tour at night due to time constraints. It was not just cold but was freezing cold with damn bone-penetrating wind. I wore the warmest and thickest winter clothes I had, but they did not work at all. I felt I was wearing thin cotton clothes which did not prevent me from that nasty coldness. I would die if I had to stay for more hours tolerating that freezing cold. I was not able to utter a single word. All the warm words which I wanted to speak out of my mouth were frozen abruptly. The coldness made me numb and dumb; it made my body frozen and made me unable to talk. My excitement was lost gradually in that extreme coldness. The tour was not worthwhile at all to me. The Capital building, Lincoln Memorial Building, Library of Congress, Memorial monument, Museums, and The White House, none of them could impress me particularly that night. I wished all those buildings could warm us that night since that powerful political city has power to create hot debate and sensation in the world.
According to my plan, I was in D.C. by the second week of May for a summer internship. After a one and one-half hour flight from Huntsville airport to Ronald Reagan International airport, my friend and I took a cab to The Catholic University of America where we were supposed to stay for the whole summer. The cab took about fifteen minutes to reach 620 Michigan Avenue, Brookland, Spellman building. I was tired that day, but I got relief thinking that we could have lots of fun with our friends. By 10 p.m. that night I became so hungry. We ordered Chinese food from the Hunan Delight restaurant.
I thought D.C. would be cool during summer and would not be as hot as in the south, where I have been continuing my academic courses. I was shocked by the weather of D.C. It was too cold during winter and too hot during summer. I did not expect D.C. to be so hot during summer because of the coldness I experienced during that cold, winter night.
I had an interview with an organization called DirectDialogue some days after I reached D.C. I was excited that it was paid internship. I had to find the location of that organization. I Google-searched the map and took the metro from Brookings station to the Capital South metro station, changing green line metro and blue line metro at Gallery Place, Chinatown and L’Enfant Plaza respectively. I had trouble finding that organization though I had printed location of the direction on a paper. I did not know which direction to follow. At least if I had known one of the directions East, West, North or South, I could have figured out the rest of the other directions and followed the paper direction accordingly. At that particular time, I realized that I had very poor knowledge about directions. Eventually, I found myself asking somebody about that organization, standing just in front of the same organization building. I was happy that I could find the right building. But on the other hand, I almost died since I had to walk more than 20 minutes under the scorching sun. I felt stupid for wearing a suit on that melting day just to be formal.
Some days after, I got an internship at Osgood Center for International Studies. It lies at the John Hopkins University building, close to DuPont Circle, Washington, D.C. The first day of my internship was to attend a book review session. It was at the Brookings Institute, DuPont Circle. Peter Beinart, a Brookings nonresident fellow, was briefing on his published book, The Good Fight: Liberals, Conservatives and the War on Terror.
The next day on June 8th, I went to a hearing at The Rayburn Office building, south of the Capitol on a site bounded by Independence Avenue, South Capitol Street, First Street, and C Street, S.W. The topic of the event was “Review of Iraq Reconstruction.” The chairman, Henry J. Hyde, opened the conference with the news of the death of Abu Musab al- Zarqawi, Iraqi’s most wanted terrorist. He mentioned that his unexpected death was a conquest in the Global War on Terror.
For the whole summer I had been to many events and hearings. Most of the events took place at The Brookings Institute, Rayburn House Office Building, Woodrow Wilson International Center for Scholars, United States Institute of Peace (USIP), American Enterprise Institute (AEI), Cato Institute, Center of American Progress (CAP), Heritage Foundation, Hudson Institute, and Carnegie Endowment. I met experts from the State Department, Department of Defense and National Security Council, members of Congress, leading minds in think tanks, ambassadors, ministers and pioneers in non-profit and non-governmental organizations in those events, hearings, symposiums and meetings.
Continuing my internship with Osgood Center, I started another part time internship with Washington Peace Center. Though I did not have to do lots of work in this organization, I can never forget the day when I had to go around the D.C. to leave newsletters of this organization by walking. It was the toughest job I had ever done in my life. I feel ashamed to disclose that I took geography class for two semesters and still I did not have good knowledge about directions. I was given map directions where I had to leave those four bundles of newsletters on a small wheeler. I was sure that I would get confused with the directions. Thinking that I would at least learn about directions, I did not refuse that work. I had to go around metro stations making 360 degree angle of Washington Peace Center and leave those newsletters at many member shops. I did not know where I was heading, but still I tried asking many people. I revisited the same street many times getting confused about which way to head. Bundles of newsletters fell down from the small wheeler many times which made me awfully tired. I bought some cold drinks to quench my thirst. My whole body sweated as if I was soaked by rain. I walked through Smithsonian museum, Federal triangle metro station, Metro center, and Chinatown. I could not imagine that I walked alone like a crazy person wearing formal dress with tie on my neck. Finally when I reached Gallery Place, Chinatown, it was already late to go back to office. So, I threw a big bundle of newsletters on the dustbin because I did not want to return with that heavy bundle of newsletters.
That day, I had to walk about 2 miles from Brookland metro station to the dorm, which made me more tired and exhausted. After taking rest for a while, I took a shower and lay on the couch in the T.V. lounge to watch the World Cup soccer match between Trinidad & Tobago and England. England scored 2 goals after 83 minutes of the game. That evening, I went to Giant with some of my friends to buy food for the whole week since we had to cook different kinds of food every night for ten people. Giant food store was two metro stops from our dorm. We took a cab from Rhode Island metro station to Spellman hall after we finished shopping.
On one weekend I went to a musical program at Kennedy Center near George Washington University. After the ode performance from a renowned musician from Iraq, there was a break for about 20 minutes at that evening. Everyone attending at the program stepped out of the building to watch the sun set in the west across Arlington, Virginia. The Potomac River below the Kennedy Center was another attraction to many viewers. We could see colorful reflection of the sunset on that river.
DuPont Circle Park was another place which fascinated me most of the time when I was tired and wearied. Most of the South Asian restaurants like The Mount Everest, Polo India, Thai herbs, or Hunan Chinese food lie at the peripheral distance of the park. The fountain at the middle of the park and grassy ground with many tables and benches to sit down made the park more attractive.
Among all the places I had visited in D.C., The Washington Monument and The United States Holocaust Museum were unforgettable. Washington D.C. seems to be well planned when viewed from the topmost part of the monument. It helps visitors to see a spectacular sight of fine-looking D.C. The intersection roads were very straight and the buildings built together at rectangular shapes showed well-organized town planning of D.C. The Jefferson monument at the middle of the beautiful Potomac River was so clear and fascinating especially, when observed from the monument. The mesmerizing Washington monument was built in honor of George Washington, the first president of United States. Typically different from Washington monument, the Holocaust Museum diverted my mind for many days. I saw the videos of many kinds of persecution of European Jews. The Nazis murdered about six million Jews in Germany during World War II.
The other famous places which visitors do not want to miss in D.C. are The White House, Smithsonian Museum, American Indian Museum, Air and Space Museum, National Gallery of Art, Capital Building, Lincoln Memorial, Jefferson Memorial, National Museum of Natural History and so on. The most interesting part about these museums is that most of these museums have free entrance.
Over all, I was more than happy that I could utilize my time doing internship in D.C. being far away from boredom and depression. I also got credit for those internships. The most important thing is that I learnt more about D.C. and met many people. D.C. is an important place to be visited once in a life time.

Turtles can fly

Date: 24th October ’06
Turtles can fly


I did not know that turtles could fly. I never heard this before, but I knew that turtles can swim in the water. After all, I got confused when I heard the movie entitled Turtles Can Fly. The title made me curious to watch the movie. The next thing which created enthusiasm in me to watch this movie is because I have a friend from Kurdistan and the movie is about the story of refugee children living in the border of Iraqi Kurdistan. The movie is in Kurdish language. The subtitle in English made it easy to understand the story. Before watching this movie, I had little knowledge about Kurdistan, the Northern part of Iraq. I also heard that Kurds have no friends but mountains. Through Turtles Can Fly a real picture of the life of the refugee people in the border of Iraq is portrayed well. Children without hands, arms, or legs who are the victims of the horrible time in Kurdistan are shown strong in working hard and risking their lives for the sake of their survival. Though they look like turtles in physical appearances, these types of turtles are different in ideal because they are very powerful that they can fly.
I found this movie to be one of the best movies I have ever watched in my life. This is not like a movie for me; it’s a depiction of the real lives of many destitute children in Kurdistan, near the Iraq and Turkey border. The most important part of the movie is that there is nothing imaginary; every thing is about the real pathetic story of the children. I felt like I was present in some parts of Kurdistan and watching the kids with a gasp of desperation. I could envision their heart breaking and ruthless lives. The non professional characters in the movie seem to be playing their own role. The movie contains horror, humor, honor and compassion.
The movie starts with a suicide attempt by Agrin, a teenage girl, one of the main characters of the movie, whose parents were killed by the soldiers of Saddam Hussein during terrific chemical attack at Halabja, one of the towns in Kurdistan, in 1988. Agrin, who is merely a teenage girl, was raped by the soldiers. She came to another village with a three year old blind child and her armless brother who lost his both arms because of land mines that Saddam Hussein’s soldiers put in a very wide range of Kurdish lands. Traumatized and haunted by past memories, she repeatedly attempts suicide, sometime trying to jump from a high cliff and sometime jumping into a deep pond or pouring kerosene over herself. For her, the past is bitter, the present is bitter and even the future is bitter. The life is meaningless to her. What could be the most pathetic and atrocious life than this? Is not that a great catastrophe? How could she dare to live after all that heavy burden of devastation fell upon her? Is not that horrible?
The main part of the movie starts with the scene of many boys along with Soran, another main character of the movie, who is called Kak Satellite, trying to fix antennae on the hill side, just the day before U.S. led invasion of Iraq. This particular scene reveals people’s hunger for knowledge, their inventiveness in the face of horrible poverty. Esmael, an old man, carrying big antennae on his shoulder utters, “Look what Saddam has done to us! We have no water, no electricity and no school. They have deprived us from sky. They don’t even let our TVs work to see when the war will start.” Eventually, they managed to bring a satellite dish from a nearby town to quench the thirst of knowledge about the current news on ongoing situation of their country, after their futile try for local antennae went in vain. Soran is the sole person in the whole village who has knowledge about fixing satellite dish. He also becomes the source of news as he is the only one to translate English news into Kurdish language to the elders and the governor of the village. When he was asked with curiosity what the news is about on the TV, (and since he doesn’t have enough knowledge in translation), he says that it is going to rain the next day which portrays humor in the movie.
Soran seems to be a child of leadership among the children of refugee camps. The young teenage boy Soran works as a breadwinner for lots of children from those camps in the sense that he makes them to collect land mines, diffuses them carefully and trades with some local merchants. Every step of those children was the mark of danger. But still they defy the menace on their way and go for mines collection with no choice. For them it is better to be physically handicapped from the possible mine explosions than to die with hunger. Many of them are without arms and legs and still craving to go ahead in their lives, similar to the turtle with heavy burden of shell over it.
Bahman Ghobadi, an Irani born in Kurdistan, is the director, writer and producer of the movie. In one of the interviews with Bahman Ghobadi, he mentions that those mines made Kurdistan the hardest hit country and it will take long time to get rid of those mines. He also points out that the United States and some European nations sell them to dictators like Saddam Hussein. That is the reason each and every day children in those minefield areas get killed because of mine explosions.
He is the same director of the two famous Kurdish movies: A Time for Drunken Horses and Marooned in Iraq. He focuses the story on the pitiable condition of Agrin, her brother, and Riya, a three year old blind child (found somewhere). They have nobody to take care of them. Instead, they have to take care of Riya. They tie Riya with a rope before they sleep so that he won’t walk out when they are asleep. Agrin is already fed up with her own life and still she has to devote her time to Riya. She fails to commit suicide due to her internal love for Riya though she seems to hate him and sometimes calls him bastard. She wants to leave Riya and go far away with his brother. But her brother wants to take Riya with them. She knows that their lives would be worse if they have to live with Riya. In a Kurds’ culture, taking care of an abandoned child whose information about his or her family background is unknown is a matter of shame. Remembering this point, Agrin thinks about leaving Riya away from them. She more often fails in doing so. Once, after she left Riya near land mine field, Soran saves Riya’s life risking his life. Unfortunately, Soran gets injured with an explosion of mine. At the end of the story, Agrin wins her mission, losing her own life by jumping over the high cliff and taking Riya’s life throwing him into the pond. She does not want Riya to live in that heinous condition as she lived. She frees herself from this merciless world. The most pathetic scene of the movie is the last part after her suicide. Her brother runs in search of her and Riya. He came to know that Riya was drowned into the pond. With an ultimate sense of hope, he dives into the pond to know about Riya though he has no arms. This part shows the glimpse of the turtle swimming in the water. He found Riya inside the pond tied with rope along with heavy stone. After this overwhelming sight, he runs to find his sister and eventually, he found her pair of shoes left over on the cliff. He holds them on his mouth with his teeth. He loses his world without anything left. He cries bitterly, but nothing changed. Soran, too, becomes shocked and wails for painful separation from Agrin whom he cares about. The road where Soran is standing seems to be muddy. American troops step inside the village with tankers. They keep heading towards their village. In this way, the story ends with the entrance of American troops into their land.
Jurgen Fauth, in his review about the movie writes- “Ghobadi sprinkles some magic realism over the film, but the reality he is depicting is so bizarre that it barely registers as unlikely. If ours is a world where infants can toddle through minefields and red fish live at the bottom of sink holes near machine-gun infested borders, and children live in abandoned tanks and treat their toothaches with kerosene, then a mystical oracle is not such an unlikely thing. By showing image after startling image, Bahman Ghobadi makes us question every thing we think that we know” (2005). According to Rob Blackwelder, a movie reviewer, Turtles Can Fly is a tragic yet bittersweet, simple yet spellbinding slice of life's uncertainty (2005).
The movie is able to achieve success in what it wants to convey the viewers. It shows the real condition of refugee children living in one of the villages of Kurdistan. War is the major cause of all the catastrophes that befell in the village. Many innocent people became the victim of it. This is the literal message of the movie. This movie reminds me of those war hit victim children in our own villages.