SAFF U-19 championship final: Defence key to Nepal, India (live)

Post Report, Aug 29 2015
With just one win away from their first international title in the last 22 years, Nepal prepare for what is billed as a “50-50” duel against regional powerhouse India in the first Saff U-19 Championship final on Saturday.
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On the ground

Kiran Panday, Aug 29 2015
A group of unidentified people taking to the streets and vandalising shops and bikes near Fulbari FM’s premises, & A security personnel shows a bullet in Silam Chowk,where the police were attacked , Tikapur.
The Post’s Kiran Panday travelled to Tikapur, Kailali, to document life after the recent carnage in this far-western town. He was met with scenes of heartbreak, loss and despair.

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Curfew lifted for two hrs from violence-hit Tikapur

Post Report, TIKAPUR (KAILALI), Aug 29 2015
Area Police Office, TikapurPOST PHOTO: KIRAN PANDAY
The District Administration Office, Kailali lifted curfew from Tikpaur for two hours on Saturday after the continuous 24-hour curfew affected the daily livelihood.

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Main News

Prolonged curfew sparks food shortage in Tikapur

THAKUR SINGH THARU & GANESH CHAUDHARY, Aug 29 2015
Ten-member family of Santaram Dagaura, a freed Kamaiya (bonded labourer) at Manuwa, has been forced to live on an empty stomach due to the prolonged curfew in Kailali.
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NHRC team reaches Gaur to assess security situation

Post Report, Aug 29 2015
A team of National Human Rights Commission has started assessing the security situation of banda-hit Gaur in Rautahat district.
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5 dead in Nuwakot landslips

PRAKASH ADHIKARI, Aug 29 2015
Five people were killed, one went missing and six sustained injuries in landslides triggered by incessant rainfall in Gosyang and Samari VDCs on Thursday night.
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Money

Editor's Pick

What caused Kailali carnage

THAKUR SINGH THARU, GANESH CHAUDHARIAug 26 2015
Senior Superintendent of Police Laxman Neupane, chief of the Seti Zonal Police Office, was in Tikapur for the past few days as tension flared in the area which could lead to a confrontation between the supporters of Tharuhat and Undivided Far West.
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Sports

Nepal lost to Afghanistan by 10 wickets in its second match of ACC U-19 Premier League Cricket at Kinrara Oval in Kuala Lumpur.

Afghanistan chased down the target of 124 runs set by Nepal in 25 overs thanks to the unbeaten opening wicket partnership Naseer Khan and Hajaratullah.

Batting first, Nepal was restricted to 123 all out in 47.5 overs.

Nepal will face hosts Malaysia in its third game on Monday.

Spinners wreaked havoc as Nepal got off to a flying start to the ACC U-19 Premier with a 149-run victory over United Arab Emirates in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia on Friday.

Electing to bat first at the Bayuemas Oval, skipper Raju Rijal anchored the Nepali innings with a half century that saw his team post 199 all out in 49.2 overs.
The UAE got a modest start adding 34 runs inside eight before Nepali spinners took control of the game bundling the opponents out for 50 runs in 20.5 overs.
Openers Waruna Perera and Zafri Zafardeen (12) began with a 34-run opening wicket stand before Sushil Kandel triggered a collapse with the dismissal of the latter. Sunil Dhamala and Kandel then ripped through the UAE top and middle order sharing six more wickets between them.
Perera top scored for the UAE with a 38-ball 32 before he was trapped leg before by Dhamala. Man-of-the-match Kandel bowled an outstanding spell of 4-7 off seven overs, while Dhamala took 3-12. Prem Tamang polished off the tail with two wickets out of the five deliveries he bowled.
Earlier, Nepal lost opener Dhamala early before Aarif Sheikh and Sandeep Sunar (18) shared 39 runs for the second wicket. Nepal then went on to lose next four wickets for just 25 runs with the dismissal of Sunar, Sheikh, Rajbir Singh (five) and Yogendra Karki (two). Sheikh made 22 off 43 balls.
Rijal stepped in and was involved in two half century stand, pushing the score towards a respectable total. The captain shared 52 runs each with Dipendra Airee (20) for the sixth and Saurav Khanal for the seventh wickets before losing his wicket in the 46th over.
Rijal scored 62 off 84 balls with six fours and a six. Zafardeen took 3-42 for the UAE with Ahsan Ali Khan and Abdullah Asif also picking up two wickets each.
Nepal next play Afghanistan, who hammered Kuwait by eight wickets on Saturday. Kuwait were 104 all out in 49.3 overs before the defending champions reached 105-2 in 15.4 overs.
Also in another game, hosts Malaysia trounced Saudi Arabia by 181 runs after amassing 286-5 in 50 overs.

SS Events Pvt Ltd is organising the second Century Bank Corporate Super Sixes at the TU grounds from September 26 to 30.

The six-a-side 24-team tournament will be a league-cum-knockout event where top two finishers from each of the eight groups will make it to the pre-quarterfinals. Century Bank is sponsoring the tournament and is in its second year in its three-year partnership with SS Events.
Century Bank has been providing Rs 600,000 to SS for each edition. While the tournament will be played in white ball and coloured dress, the organisers will provide jersey to the respective teams. The champions of the event will get a free entry into the next edition.
SS Events CEO Raman Shiwakoti said the tournament will help in establishing smooth relations between the corporate houses. “The members from the corporate houses will be able to perform at a single platform in this tournament. We are expecting an exciting event ahead,” said Shiwakoti.
Century Bank Deputy CEO Jeevan Bhattarai said the partnership with SS comes as a part of their Corporate Social Responsibility (CSR). “We have been focusing on health, education and sports as part of our CSR initiatives and this tournament has been a part of it. The tournament went pretty well in the previous edition and we are expecting it to get bigger this time,” said Bhattarai during a press conference on Wednesday.
Shiwakoti said his company had focused to come up with additional events—Inter-college and Club Level cricket tournaments—but their preparation was hampered by the April 25 Great Quake and they had to be content with organising the Super Sixes event. Civil Bank is the defending champions of the tournament.

Health & Style

Fiction Park

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Rupak Dhakal, Aug 23 2015
A man tries to do away with the wall of separation between him and his world, until he no longer needs to
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Editor's Pick

What caused Kailali carnage

THAKUR SINGH THARU, GANESH CHAUDHARIAug 26 2015
Senior Superintendent of Police Laxman Neupane, chief of the Seti Zonal Police Office, was in Tikapur for the past few days as tension flared in the area which could lead to a confrontation between the supporters of Tharuhat and Undivided Far West.
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Saturday Features

Our dishonourable Home Minister Bam Dev seems to live in a bubble and has no clue about how to maintain law and order in this land of ours. Why do we have the most incompetent people heading our government ministries? Our politicians only know how to spew venom and blame others instead of talking less and doing more and taking responsibility for their failures.

Why do only lazy bums and con artists want to become politicians in this country? Well, because it’s easy money if you do get into power and if even if you don’t, you can work out deals with the government to send some funds your way. Yes, our politicians find common ground only when they get to share the loot.
Why can’t our political parties send competent folks who can lead, instead of clueless clowns who only know how to loot the state funds so that the party and its cadres enjoy the loot while the common citizens get the boot?  It’s been more than 25 years since our clowns showed up and promised us a better future. And it seems that we will have to wait another two decades or more for peace and stability in this land.
This is not the first time that our clown is heading the Home Ministry but he seems to have other priorities—like how to plan for lucrative postings and promotions of officers and then extort from them. And on top of that, he find ways to get new stuff for the security personnel that they don’t really need so that he can fudge the bill and pocket some commission.
When our top government positions are for sale then you can’t really expect the person who paid for the post to do his or her job well. After all, the highest bidder will have to recoup his or her investment. And it’s the common citizens who will pay for it in the end.
You can teach an old dog new tricks. Yes, it’s possible. I have a dog and I have taught him to lay down and act like he is having a seizure whenever he wants to get out of the house and join his local stray friends in the neighbourhood.
But our old politicians don’t want to learn new stuff.  The world has changed since Bam Dev first showed up in Kathmandu with a few shirts and not even a rupee in his pocket. And like most of the politicians then, he also seems to have done much better than the rest of the country. Even as millions of our able-bodied young folks are being exploited for a few more dinars and ringgits, our politicians have made millions of rupees for themselves as they take the country down the drain.
Bam Dev thinks like a Shree Teen. He acts as if he owns this country and the citizens are nothing but a nuisance.
He drives around in a luxury vehicle, surrounded by armed security personnel. He is fully secured and does not have to worry about bandas. He gets freebies from the state and would rather offer more freebies to his band of thieves than provide security to the common citizens.
He should have been the first person to visit Tikapur. I guess our politicians are angry when mundrey gundas get killed, but do not feel that pain when police personnel are lynched. Well, it took our security heads four days to finally have the courage to visit Ground Zero and take stock of the situation there.
Bam Dev tells us that the attack on security personnel was pre-planned. Then that means that our security forces failed miserably to prepare for such attacks. It was an intelligence failure and we have no one but the Home Ministry to blame.
Yes, our Home Minister, the Home Secretary and all security chiefs should apologise for not doing enough to prevent the loss of lives of our security personnel as well as the protesters. I think the top civil servants in our Home Ministry and Bam Dev, as well, must resign and apologise to the families of the police personnel killed in Tikapur. But of course, that’s not going to happen.
Why do we need the Armed Police Force if they just want to be mute spectators while thousands of protesters surround police personnel and attack them with slingshots, spades and axes? Sending our Nepal Army to the riot zones is not the solution. Our Nepal Police must be better equipped with resources to prevent such incidents in the future. The role of the army is to protect us from foreign invasion. Well, we know we really can’t fight our dumpling and dosa chimekis but at least protect our borders and national parks from bideshi criminals and ghaerlu poachers. But don’t use the army against our own brothers and sisters. This is not just right.
If the Armed Police Force can’t do their job then it’s about time to disband them. Why do we have to pay their salaries just so that they can protect foreign embassies, INGOs and our incompetent corrupt clowns? Yes, our security personnel did their best even without adequate resources to carry out the rescue works during the earthquakes. Maybe we should just transform the Armed Police Force into a Disaster Management Force. Give them helmets and resources to help our folks during natural disasters instead.
It’s not only Bam Dev but our top leaders of our political parties as well who should take responsibility for the fire burning in Kaliali and other parts of the country. It’s been weeks and our Tarai area is suffering from bandas and violence. Our government doesn’t seem to care. If you really must deploy the army, then let them protect our highways, so that there will not be shortages of essential goods in the country, instead of asking them to shoot our own people.
The problem in this country is not with its people. We have been surviving so far without any help from the government, despite the shortages, load shedding, bandas and what not. It’s our politicians who need such violence and nataks for their own survival. But one day, the chickens will come home to roost. Today, our police personnel and protesters have lost their lives so that our politicians can strike deals with each other on how to share the loot. Let us not kill each other for things that really don’t matter to us. We are all brothers and sisters. We all need to learn to help each other and live peacefully together.
Our politicians are parasites, they will suck our bloods and hang us dry when their self interests are fulfilled. It’s sad that a bunch of politicians can take this hostage while we the silent majority can’t do nothing but only shake our heads in disbelief. Our politicians should be held accountable for all this mess. We used the ballot in the hopes that these leeches would do something good for this country, but our politicians think they can clean up the mess with bullets. I guess it’s about time to show these buffoons the door.

I get into the safa tempo all sweaty and covered in the valley dust. There is room for only two. I sit opposite a woman in a yellow kurta suruwal trying to cover her head with her cotton shawl—there are drops of sweat on her forehead and nose. She looked like she could use a shower right then. While everyone waited for the empty seat beside me to fill up, I tried to think of insignificant things. But my mind kept going back to the poem that a friend had recently sent on my Facebook messenger. It was called “Bhumiputra”—son of the land. The son of the land in a perpetual struggle to belong. I had known what the poem meant—it was meant for the Tharus who had lost their lives, the Tharus who have been misrepresented, the Tharus who have been discriminated against, her Tharus, her sons of the land. But I asked anyway what the poem was about. She replied, “to Tharus”. Her angst, her frustration, and her knowledge all got mixed into words that are familiar to our tongue—words of wisdom. I refrained from replying; after all, what do I know of the plight of Tharus, when was I ever taught about their history, and when have I ever sat down with them to talk about their concerns?

Our land is no longer the fertile land my father studied, or my mother sowed corriander seeds on. It is soaked in the blood of the sons and daughters, fathers and mothers, friends and foes who came with hopes and continued to struggle. One day, perhaps, when a farmer ploughs the land, she will discover that the colour of our soil is no longer brown but shades of maroon. However, what is scarier is that it will not surprise her. For generations and generations, Nepalis will have grown accustomed to the red soil. Stories about how the soil used to be brown will become a part of the myth no one will be willing to believe. My friend’s poem will also become one with the red soil and run through its veins.
A young boy, probably around 13 years old, got into the tempo. He looked like he was going for an interview, dressed up in a checkered shirt and cotton pants. As he settled beside me, he took out a smartphone from his right pocket along with the earphones. As the tempo stuttered to life, he pushed the earphones onto his ears, turned on the phone, pressed the password, opened an app for music, scrolled through an extensive list of songs, and selects a Hindi song. I guessed it was his favourite.
I tried to imagine what the boy does—he was too young to own a mobile phone (or go for an interview), but he was traveling on his own and looked self-sufficient. Perhaps he’d bunked his classes? But where was his uniform? Perhaps, he wasn’t as young as he looked. He continued to listen to his music. I got back to thinking.
Our land is no longer the fertile land my father studied, or my mother sowed coriander seeds on. I think of the vegetable garden that I never get to stroll on nowadays. A guava tree, a peach tree, some mint bushes, and a patch for vegetables. For a long time, my mother used to tend to the garden on her own—she always made sure the seasonable vegetables grew on the season, that the right amount of mixture of organic and chemical fertilisers were put on the plants, and that the trees were pruned on time. My father was never around much, but he would give his occasional comments. But to be honest, it was the flowers that my mother really cared for. She would look after the flowers without needing to consult my father. She knew exactly when the flowers needed to be watered, or when they would bloom, and when they needed the nutrients. I wonder what her reaction would be if she were to one day dig one of the flowerpots and discover that the soil had turned red.
I looked outside the window and realised my stop had arrived. The kid was still beside me. I got off and started to walk towards New Road Gate. As I took a left turn, an old man with a pipe coming out of his stomach was being showered with five-rupee notes. It was a bizarre scene; his face wrinkled with untold stories, his head raised to look at the passersby, his body lost in his yellowed overalls; a rag in front of him was covered with five-rupee notes. I do not know what to make of Kathmandu.
“I miss my son,” said my friend as soon as I met him. His eyes glistened with the longing for his two year old son in Karnali. He recounted what he had heard in the news, the death of an innocent infant by protestors. The horror was evident on his face. I did not know what to make of Kailali, or Karnali. I do not know what to make of anything. All I know is my friend’s longing will also become one with the red soil and run through its veins.