Descriptive Essay : Kathmandu 's Summers

The story of Summer, by David Updike, is set during that idyllic time in life when responsibility is the last word on anyone's mind. And yet, as with all human affairs, responsibility is an ever-present and ever-necessary aspect to life. What happens when the protagonist, Homer, loses his awareness of a certain personal responsibility to maintain self-control? Homer's actions increasingly make him act foolishly, internally and externally. Also, how does Homer return to a sense of sanity and responsibility? To a degree, I would say that he does.

It 's a dreary morning, the sky was blocked by clouds that looked like they were about to pour on

The book “Love and Honor in the Himalayas: Coming to know another culture” is ethnography by Ernestine McHugh. In the beginning of the book, the author talks about how she developed her interest in the field of anthropology during her undergraduate study since “at that time [she] knew little about [it,] but [she] had mapped out a project relating to culture and the aesthetics of life” (McHugh). It was her mentor Gregory Bateson, under whom she had developed this project who inspired her to carry out this project in Nepal. Although her attempts at writing about her experience failed the first time, during her graduate schooling she was encouraged by her advisor Roy D’Andrade to continue. This book revolves around the ethnic Gurung community who live at the foothills of the Annapurna Mountain; just about thirty miles up from the famous tourist destination in Nepal called Pokhara. At the age of twenty-one, the village where the author lived was called “Tebas.” Although Nepal is a country filled with people who follow Hinduism and the official language is Nepalese, she chooses a place in north central Nepal where people mostly spoke in their own ethnic language which is very similar to Tibetan on contrary to the popular Nepalese language. In this book she talks about how she fully immerses herself in the field work and in the process tells the story of the people who let her in their house and more importantly made her a part of their family. Throughout her stay she was treated

Wear a mask, a sunglass , carry a bottle of water and an umbrella. This is how you walk in Kathmandu,Nepal, if you don’t want to be sick.Living in an unhealthy environment can bring a lot of health complications.You get sick and spend most of you time getting well. It was a surprise to visit baltimore ,because it was a very clean and green place. There were lots of trees and parks. It wanted to stay in baltimore, until I explored the outer county. I found there weren’t any bus shuttles, the houses were not managed properly , it looked dirty and most of all it smelled foul. And there are a number of people living in such poor conditions in Maryland.The contrast between the inner and the outer baltimore made me think, why is the outer

That “over 1 billion people lack access to safe water supplies;” and that “2.6 billion people lack adequate sanitation.” (WHO, 2005)

Evening had arrived and everything had been packed away ready for its next use. It had also brought the grim warning of a storm. The sky was brimming with a dark shade of grey and black, making the mood eerily mysterious. A storm was brewing; it was about to blow, just like a volcano about to erupt. Then, “Boom!”. A lightning strike crackled across the sky, one after another. After three lightning strikes a downpour of rain fell from the sky.

The lake darkens as the ominous clouds race across the sky, as black as the devil’s soul, and swallows the bliss-blue complexion of the sky faster than you can blink. The world has abruptly become cellar-dark and the heavens above look to collapse down upon me. A deafening wind runs over the landscape like a thousand horses, the noise of the raindrops their clattering hoofs. The threatening force of the gales knocks and blows the trees in precarious ways, almost as though, if it had wanted to, the wind could blow them away as if they were but feathers, not heavy pines. Lighting lights up the sky like liquid, golden ore streaks being forged into forks up above. Wriggling and writhing with the pain of their own existence. Flashing once, twice, three times, polished and glossy like the cold prongs of the apocalypse. Shaking myself from my weather-caused trance, I hurry for shelter under a nearby fern tree. Staring deep into the blackness of the storm I wonder whether I will ever see that bliss-blue appearance

The human race is guided through their lives by the past experiences of others; the survival of a species is dependent of the tales passed down. The tales of climbing are also passed down and to the ones that don’t make it, the deepest condolences go out to their families in rough times. To the guides and Sherpas of the Everest disaster who periled, they made the climb possible for twenty five others who were on the slopes. The guides and sherpas of any expedition deserve a lot of respect for the amount of expertise they share with the other climbers. To do this, sources such as Jon Krakauer’s book, Into Thin Air, personal websites of guides themselves, Tibet Travel, a source explaining the importance of Sherpas, and more will be used to highlight

Riddled with doubt and laced with determination the clouds started to fight back. Nevertheless, courage isn’t the only thing needed to win a war. Yet they fought. Until all was left was streaks of their laughter. The fog a ghost of their spirit. Without the once forgiving beings, the vast sky in the day reflected a lake void of fish. The ball of light no longer hidden out of sight. But all was not well as it seemed, for the children now wanted something new for their

The purpose of this paper is to provide a reflection on the field trip to the Hindu Temple of Greater Chicago. After a brief Introduction to the Context, the Watercress tool will be used to highlight my observations.

One morning during a field trip, the class went kayaking. The purpose of this experience was to get some exercise and to have some fun, so I had thought. The Nepalese children, however, were astounded that water could be used for recreational purposes, and not purely for survival. My heart dropped as the children talked about a lack of water in the refugee camps. Often, there wasn’t enough to drink and there was never enough to put out the fires that started during the dry summer

The author wrote, “Due to these factors, it could take days for some to reach their home villages” (Khazai, et, al., 2015). It was difficult for people to travel by foot for days to just get food and water. Two online authors, Jessica Pesta and Suryatapa Bhattacharya talked about how long people could reach to their homes or to the place that has food and water. She wrote, “Across large swaths of mountainous Nepal, there are no roads and the only means of travel are footpaths. It can take hours or days to walk from village to village” (Pesta & Bhattacharya, 2015). It must be hard on the victims who wanted to get food, water, or to arrive home. I cannot imagine myself as a victim and walking for hours or days to get food and

It’s a dry day in kabul and you get in your car to go to work you see a kid walking with a bucket you have a average work day and on your way home you see the kid still with no water with a face of dedication and exhaustion.”The Plight of Afghanistan”s Child Water Carriers” text by Sayeaed Jan Sabwoon and “For Afghan Kids,Hauling Water is a Living” video Zarif Nazar are about children carrying water to help their families and neighbors survive. The author’s portrayal in”the Plight of Afghanistan’s Child Water Carriers” text and the video”For Afghan Kids, Hauling Water is a Living” has several distinct differences and similarities.

In this case, the clouds are connected to the notion that humans will eventually disappear and that none of their actions will last. Percy Shelley in the next stanza compares humans to lyres; each time the lyre is struck, it plays a dissonant and unmelodious note. Just like the notes played, humans will always give differing responses at different times because they will have changed emotionally. The melodious tunes have been forgotten and unmelodious ones have taken their place; in comparison, the previous unity and harmony have been replaced by disunity and tension in human minds and mankind. Shelley compares man to clouds and lyres in order to express his powerful reasoning that humans are undergoing change at all times.

Just a couple week or before, I was hovering around the streets of Kathmandu and was gyrating around a top of my house with a heavy brain box. Every of those 24 hours of my days used to be spent on finding the meaning of life, death and the reason I am here on this planet. After those rigorous searches inside the book ‘Nirwad, ‘The Alchemist’, and inside my own heart, I finally got the answer.