'Good Guy' (said himself) wants to share his problem as follows:

     हाल म १९ बर्ष को भय र कक्ष्या १२ मा पढ्छु । मलाई थाहै भएन कहिले देखी ऊनी मलाई मन पर्न थालिन्। हामी २ बर्ष देखी सँगइ पढ्दै आयका छौ र सामान्य कुराकानी पनि हुन्छ । तर ऊन्को सालीनता र साहयोगि भावना देखी म शाह्रै प्रभावित छु । तर हजुर के गर्ने म त परे दिऊसो फोटो स्टुडियोमा काम गरेर जसो-तसो पढ्दै गरेको मान्छे, गरीब को छोरा हजुर तर ऊनी रहिछिन तराइमा घर-जग्गा भएकी घरअकी १ली सन्तान... साथीहरु म के गरु मन्को कुर ऊनिलाई भनु कि भनु, मलाई थाहा छ कि ऊनिको कोही पनि केटा-साथी छैन। फेरी पनि समस्या जहाको तेही छ। किन कि म सँग पैसा छैन ।

Some Solution advised from friends : 

•  Janak from Pokhara Says:

Poverty is not the gift of out parents but it is also the way in which we see the life. I mean no one is poor in the world. Hey unknown friend don't you have all of your body parts well. Then think how you could be poor??????

• Rajan from Tansen Says:

Hey friend, What are you saying..?

Do you think the true love can find with the help of cash??? No my friend.. you should try. Who knows what your partner and the god thinks. अरे ट्राइ गर्नमा के को हिचकिच यार । Go and save your love. I wish your happy love life.

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• Chhabi Lal Dahal Says : प्यार किया तो डर्ना क्या। यस् समस्याको समाधन् मन्डप सजाउनु पर्६ साबै ठिक हुन्६।
• Manav Thapa  Comments : सब भन्दा पहिला त गरीब हरु वनेको नै चित्त बुझेन ....  अरु पछी  हेरौल  है .... (थापा जि मैले गरीब भनेको होइन हाम्रो साथी ले आफूलाई गरीब भनेको म मलाई पनि चित्त दु:खेको छ तेशैले फेसबुकमा तेस्ताइ लेखेको हो । तपाईंको चित्त दु:खेकोमा म पनि शारै दु:खी छु )
• Santosh Birahi says :  के गर्ने आफुले जिबन्मा एस्तो के टि नै पाइएन र आज सम्म साँढे गोरु जस्तो दुक्रिएर  हिंड्नु पर्य६। नशिव आफ्नो  आफ्नो ......
• Innocent Ghimire also Comments : सहयोग त धनीलाई गर्न्नु पर्छ किन कि बिचरा हरु ले धुख गरेको  छैनन। गरीब लाई  किन  सहयोग  नी।  गरीब लेत  दु:ख  गर्न्न  जनेको छ  नि। (घिमिरे जि तेशो होइन। हामीले सहयोग न धनी भनेर गर्ने हो न गरीब भनेर । हामीले त समस्या मा परेका साथीहरुलाई सहयोग पो गर्ने हो त )
• Umesh Bhattrai Says : गरीबको दु:ख बुज्न गरीबै हुनुप्र्६। देसै गरीब६  केगर्ने।  प्रगतिको  लागि  सोछौ  ल  सबै  मिलेर। 

साथी फेसबुकमा साथीहरुले भनेको कुरा लाई साकारात्मक रुपमा लिने हो भने तपाईं गरीब भनेर बस्नु हुँदैन  । 

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A Problem from arghakhachi:

Our friend in Arghakhachi studies at the grade 9 and stays with her uncle and aunt (mother's sister). She is in the age of 17 and have a boy friend from same cast and her social ethic doesn't allow to marry in same such condition. But she says that she can't live without him, But why please friend give the good solution and great help to her.

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Help from Friends:

• Shiva from Butwal says in his e-mail:

Hi, My little sister, What are you doing. It is not good socially and scientifically also. Please my sister you seemed to have a good guide. Anyway, Think properly, are you in the good way. We can not live without our society.

• Rita from Baglung says :

Hello, This is Rita and I am in the way to help you for changing your mind. Listen, First of all you are in wrong way cauz we have a very rich culture. I am not saying this simply, we know it is rich scientifically also and also you are if teen age. when we feel so but when time passes we all forget all things. So try to be far from him as soon as possible. 

• 'Nakkali KT' says :

Hi friend, Why are you worrying about ? this is not any problem. When will be adult and will start to understand the world, it would solved easily.

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Love and Time

Once upon a time, there was an island where all the feelings lived: Happiness, Sadness, Knowledge, and all of the others, including Love. One day it was announced to the feelings that the island would sink, so all constructed boats and left. Except for Love.

Love was the only one who stayed. Love wanted to hold out until the last possible moment.

When the island had almost sunk, Love decided to ask for help.

Richness was passing by Love in a grand boat. Love said, 

"Richness, can you take me with you?"

Richness answered, "No, I can't. There is a lot of gold and silver in my boat. There is no place here for you."

Love decided to ask Vanity who was also passing by in a beautiful vessel. "Vanity, please help me!"

"I can't help you, Love. You are all wet and might damage my boat," Vanity answered.

Sadness was close by so Love asked, "Sadness, let me go with you."

"Oh . . . Love, I am so sad that I need to be by myself!"

Happiness passed by Love, too, but she was so happy that she did not even hear when Love called her. 

Suddenly, there was a voice, "Come, Love, I will take you." It was an elder. So blessed and overjoyed, Love even forgot to ask the elder where they were going. When they arrived at dry land, the elder went her own way. Realizing how much was owed the elder, 

Love asked Knowledge, another elder, "Who Helped me?"

"It was Time," Knowledge answered.

"Time?" asked Love. "But why did Time help me?"

Knowledge smiled with deep wisdom and answered, "Because only Time is capable of understanding how valuable Love is."

4 wives

There was a rich merchant who had 4 wives. He loved the 4th wife the most and adorned her with rich robes and treated her to delicacies. He took great care of her and gave her nothing but the best.

He also loved the 3rd wife very much. He's very proud of her and always wanted to show off her to his friends. However, the merchant is always in great fear that she might run away with some other men.

He too, loved his 2nd wife. She is a very considerate person, always patient and in fact is the merchant's confidante. Whenever the merchant faced some problems, he always turned to his 2nd wife and she would always help him out and tide him through difficult times.

Now, the merchant's 1st wife is a very loyal partner and has made great contributions in maintaining his wealth and business as well as taking care of the household. However, the merchant did not love the first wife and although she loved him deeply, he hardly took notice of her.

One day, the merchant fell ill. Before long, he knew that he was going to die soon. He thought of his luxurious life and told himself, "Now I have 4 wives with me. But when I die, I'll be alone. How lonely I'll be!"

Thus, he asked the 4th wife, "I loved you most, endowed you with the finest clothing and showered great care over you. Now that I'm dying, will you follow me and keep me company?" "No way!" replied the 4th wife and she walked away without another word.

The answer cut like a sharp knife right into the merchant's heart. The sad merchant then asked the 3rd wife, "I have loved you so much for all my life. Now that I'm dying, will you follow me and keep me company?" "No!" replied the 3rd wife. "Life is so good over here! I'm going to remarry when you die!" The merchant's heart sank and turned cold.

He then asked the 2nd wife, "I always turned to you for help and you've always helped me out. Now I need your help again. When I die, will you follow me and keep me company?" "I'm sorry, I can't help you out this time!" replied the 2nd wife. "At the very most, I can only send you to your grave." The answer came like a bolt of thunder and the merchant was devastated.

Then a voice called out : "I'll leave with you. I'll follow you no matter where you go." The merchant looked up and there was his first wife. She was so skinny, almost like she suffered from malnutrition. Greatly grieved, the merchant said, "I should have taken much better care of you while I could have !"

Actually, we all have 4 wives in our lives

a. The 4th wife is our body. No matter how much time and effort we lavish in making it look good, it'll leave us when we die.

b. Our 3rd wife ? Our possessions, status and wealth. When we die, they all go to others.

c. The 2nd wife is our family and friends. No matter how close they had been there for us when we're alive, the furthest they can stay by us is up to the grave.

d. The 1st wife is in fact our soul, often neglected in our pursuit of material, wealth and sensual pleasure.

Guess what? It is actually the only thing that follows us wherever we go. Perhaps it's a good idea to cultivate and strengthen it now rather than to wait until we're on our deathbed to lament

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   Hello everyone, they are in the age between 16 to 18 and are the student of +2 level at different parts of the country. They all say that they bunk the class due to their friends. "If i don't bunk the class they say me 'torpe' " one of our friend say in his e-mail. because of this reason, their performance is continuously decreasing and some of them doesn't get good marks on class 11 result.
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     हाल म १९ बर्ष को भय र कक्ष्या १२ मा पढ्छु । मलाई थाहै भएन कहिले देखी ऊनी मलाई मन पर्न थालिन्। हामी २ बर्ष देखी सँगइ .... View Detail With Solution 

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Story ONE  


Raya don’t, for a rebel it’s just a joke," Jason whispered panic stricken.

Raya ignored him, walked furiously to the muscled man and had to ascend again to reach his eye level. He hadn’t so much as blinked, even now with her power radiating phenomenal amounts of heat inches from his body. 

"I almost had you. You have fast reflexes," The dreadlocked man spoke with authority and his expression was blank. Raya clenched her firsts until her knuckles turned white and sparks flew around them and a low, throaty, fierce growl escaped. 

"Think about this, Raya," Atoc warned from afar, his tone deep with unnerve. "You’ve had months in a cell for your powers to tire and you know the way of Rebels," He continued as soothingly as he could but his reasoning was flawed, he knew her powers could be sustained and the reference to her imprisonment was a low jibe. Raya was too angry to heed him. 

"Who are you?" She demanded.
A few of the boys shifted uneasily, adjusting to a change in the wind. Nobody spoke to this man with such grit but Raya’s eyes were subtly untamed and they all shrunk ever more slightly under her sparking energy levels.

"My name is Feron!" He boomed, "And I will not be spoken too in such a way!" thunder rolled far off in the distance from the North coming in over the ocean. 

"How dare you. I respect the ways of the rebel so I understand that for you to shoot an unfair blast at one of your own is nought but a joke. But I was raised by Terra and to do so to me is a challenge and an insult to my honour as a soldier! Are you challenging me Feron?" Raya’s sharp yell receded into a menacing hiss, "Because really, I don’t mind kicking your sorry fat ass back to Polite Ville," 

Feron’s face turned violet in resentment, he looked as if he was about to slap Raya straight across the face. Raya half thought he would but even Feron seemed to have more decency than that. Trying to regain lost control he pretended to ignore her outburst and barked grumpily at the boys to get back to training. She blinked at his back, bemused. He’d turned away and for a second Raya felt lost before the insult really hit her. Atoc groaned in the distance realizing Feron’s mistake.

Raya almost laughed as she gave the large man a shove with her power and watched as he stumbled backwards into the arena fence which splintered ear-splittingly under the heavy mass of muscle. 

Atoc yelled hastily, "If you want to live to see sunrise I suggest you scramble boys!" his voice held a serious edge of concern. 
Raya smiled smugly as she watched them jostle to safety. Feron had gathered himself and was scowling venomously at her. She scowled back with more fury than one man had possibly ever seen but the wild force behind her eyes was somehow calm, controlled.
"You’re going to regret that!" He growled threateningly.
"You forget who you’re talking to," Raya spat back. Feron looked her up and down analyzing his chances. He was cockier than Raya thought for he stepped into the arena; a formal challenge. Raya grinned and caught a glimpse of a smile lingering on the edges of Jason’s mouth. It was the last thing Raya had time to concentrate on before Feron surged into a full flow of attacks. The bronze blasts ricocheting off her invisible defenses occasionally but more often than not Raya appeared to simply drift out of his line of fire.

Not a single strike landed as she ducked and weaved with urgent grace. Unfortunately she had little time to summon any attack of her own as Feron was using exactly the tactic Atoc had used and it gave Raya no time or space. He was keeping pace with her all the time, his breathing however strained showed no sign of slowing.

So he’s fast. She thought cynically.
She watched him carefully, analytically and steadily calculated his future moves. She also knew that in this altitude Raya couldn’t keep dodging forever as she wasn’t used to the lack of oxygen, but she had battled better men than him and won. It was time to show Feron why she was so well known. 
A rigid bubble like structure formed itself around her, transparent with a slight trace of scarlet. Raya stopped dodging the strikes Feron was still frantically firing but still none of them found their target. Raya had created a shield that even Xandu would find hard to penetrate. She grinned devilishly down on her opponent, exposing a row of seemingly dangerous ivory teeth, who had decided to take a couple of steps back and think what to do next.

"Feron this battle is one you cannot win," Atoc's deep tone advised from the sidelines. Raya wasn’t the only one who was taken aback. The boy’s necks all snapped to look at the two adults, their sharp inhalations followed as they saw the tension. Feron brushed Atoc’s remark aside obstinately and turned back to Raya.

"You can’t hold that thing up forever," He snarled. Raya shrugged nonchalantly, she could but she wasn’t going to.

"I don’t need to," Raya murmured back down, stretching her arms out towards him.
A white beam shot from Raya's outstretched palms and the air around it visibly wavered as it struck its course through the space between them.

Feron managed to raise a shield seconds before Raya sent the strike. It did little good though. Everyone watched in awe as the beam travelled straight through Feron's shield and hit him squarely in the chest. Feron was wrenched off his feet as anger and disbelief spread across his twisted face. Atoc's lips thinned tightly as Feron soared straight into the wall of a shop next to the arena. He hit it with such a force that the glass windows all down the lane started to vibrate, crack and shatter.

"Evor, Derrick! Go find a medic!" Atoc barked at two boys with their jaws hanging open.

"Raya that was a fantastic display, you’ll have to show me sometime," Atoc grinned youthfully and rushed down onto one knee beside Feron. That was another thing Raya liked about Atoc. Serious as he was he was always looking for new spells to add to his already diverse knowledge.

"I think I broke my back," Feron gasped trying to regain a regular breathing pattern and glare at Raya mutually. She shrugged as Atoc turned to look at her with a look that said ‘Did you have to?’ and the sides of her mouth twitched in satisfaction.

"We’ll get you to the hospital. I don’t think she quite managed to break your back but your arm and ribs look like a different matter," Atoc said gruffly, obviously unsympathetic.

As Feron was stretchered away Raya did her best to keep her head down as she made her way out of the arena. Catching the occasional Rebel eye was an odd experience of emotional exchange. They respected her for hurting one of their own, apprehensive she might turn on one of them and eager that she might possibly join them. Raya on the other hand felt defensive, flighty and unsure of herself. She’d let her pride cause an unnecessary fight, something she was trying hard not to give in to. She teleported back to her villa porch and kept her eyes closed as she breathed heavily not quite regretting what she’d done.

"You always did know how to make an entrance," Jason’s voice drifted past her ears. Raya’s eyes flew open to find him leaning against a support beam. He shifted deliberately not looking her in the eye as he glanced around. She struggled to find something to say.

Eventually coming up with, "You’re not supposed to be here are you?"
Stupid. Raya bit her lip wondering if he’d leave now.

"No," He admitted leering, "you’re a possible...liability," he struggled with the words but Raya found it hard to forgive him for saying them even so. Jason turned and walked into her apartment, he seemed to belong here much more than Raya felt she did. Indignantly she followed him through the door and collapsed on the sofa before he could.

"A liability, huh" Raya seethed and closed her eyes, feeling the beginnings of a headache sprouting through her temples.

"A month with Olympus is a long time," Jason answered implicitly. His words were cold but his voice restrained.

"Get lost Jason," Raya replied bluntly. She heard him chuckle softly but remained serious all the same.

"You don’t change," he muttered, fingering a pair of tattered sparing, fingerless gloves she’d discarded to the floor earlier.
"I do," Raya huffed.

"Not much," Jason sighed realizing he’d forgotten what he came to say. "But we digress,"

Raya perked her head up and opened her eyes. Jason was becoming less of her friend with each second that passed. It was inherently obvious the Rebels had roped him into suspicion, it may have been a year or so since she’d last seen him and it may have been a month she’d conspicuously spent under Olympus control but Raya was Raya and Jason was supposed to be Jason. Those facts and their friendship were supposed to be unyielding facts no matter the situation.
"What, pray tell, is the topic we digress from?" Jason watched as her eyes narrowed the way they used to when she began to lose a game. His muscles softened despite his resolve and immediately he wished she would smile.

"I need to know what happened," he looked her in the eye and tried to keep his face hard lined. Her expression whirled, spinning through reactions like roulette.

"This is a question from the Rebels, not Jason, isn’t it?" Raya’s hard line face was much more impressive than Jason felt his own was but he persevered.

"Yes," he nodded solemnly, "I’m only allowed to see you on the premise I find out what went down," his voice saddened. Raya noticed it all, what was genuine and what wasn’t.

"You’re suspicious of me too aren’t you," Raya accused while flicking the tassels on her pillow irritably.
"No," Jason retorted. She turned away from him, it wasn’t just the Rebels who were questioning her it was Jason too and that cut deep.

"Get out," she whispered.
"I won’t be able to come back," He murmured standing hesitantly, "I won’t be allowed to speak to you,"

"It’s a funny thing, joining the Rebels to find freedom and being bound by their rules instead," Raya hissed. Jason stepped away, he stared at her back once more but he knew Raya well enough, she wouldn’t turn around. He left in the silence, unsure what had happened.

Raya felt the hollow niggle in her chest as her front door clicked shut behind him. Exhausted she fell asleep on the couch, a frown fused softly to her forehead.
*
"Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid," Jason slammed his house front door wide and growled as it rebounded off the wall leaving a dent. His father wouldn’t be impressed. "Damn, stupid, irritating, juvenile girl!" he stopped up the stairs to his room, ripped off his top and chucked it to the floor before stepping out onto his modest balcony.

The night air doused him in calm better than his laps in the city pool had managed earlier but Raya Hunt still scorched his mind. Jason whammed his fisted palm against the railings before him and leaned back against the wall behind as his listened to it judder.

"Jason!" his father’s voice climbed the stairs and Jason slid his balcony door shut in response, locking himself outside alone. His father was far too logical in his discourse to be in anyway stress relieving on this particular topic of grief. Raya Hunt was perhaps the only person outside of his family whom his father held a strong affection for and as a result Jason’s griping wouldn’t be appreciated or tolerated.

"Jason," Atoc stuck his head around the sliding door of Jason’s room and moved out onto the cramped balcony with him. "I take it from the hole in the wall downstairs you were unsuccessful," he noted gruffly.

Jason didn’t respond, he didn’t have to since his current emotions were so splayed out before them it would take an eclipse to hide them now. Atoc grunted and left, closing the door behind him again letting his son let out a sigh of relief at his retreat.

Jason folded his arms and leaned against the railings. He stared down the steep slope of Kieranda’s Eastern side and found himself ignoring the roaring indigo and tangerine sunset. As inevitable as gravity he gazed at the huddle of trees seemingly floating on the farthest out ledge two stories below. His eyes trained in on a protruding corner of terracotta roof tiles before searching for a gap in the chestnut, plum and fir trees for a better view of the villa.

There was a time when he had been able to see straight through to the cream villa and watch as Raya flitted moodily past the windows. She’d never really liked being inside, a ceiling of stars and walls of trees was the home Raya owned. Now no sight of the windows was accessible, the trees had grown over the years blocking out his favourite view gradually. Jason was not one to give up but it was futile to stand in the crawling cold looking at a view that wasn’t there anymore.

He found his father reading in a corner downstairs and moved instead to scrounge the kitchen for food.

"Since you missed the end of the council meeting, I’ll let you know there’s a traveller camped outside the city," Atoc called over his book. Jason grunted not as interested in the news as he was with the joint of ham stored in their vacuum cabinet.

"That meeting was like being sucked into a vortex of self-degradation," Jason said back, the monotony dripping off his voice without shame.

"You’re young and you’re sour because Isaac’s got you interrogating Raya," Atoc countered with the same ‘I care less than you’ voice Jason had inherited and now had filed to a point.

Jason yanked the ham out of the fridge and just as Atoc lowered his book to protest Jason tore a grinning chunk away and chewed with immense satisfaction as his father imploded.

"That was for lunch tomorrow," he grumbled, "Is there anything I trade that you don’t eat within the day?"

Jason swallowed, gloriously satisfied as the warm ham gurgled down his throat and shrugged.

"Nope," he replied merrily. "Isaac’s paranoid, he doesn’t need anyone to slip under Raya’s shield of silence. Even if he does he knows it can’t be done, to ask me was pointless. Especially," he continued, "since he banned me and the rest of the trainees from speaking to her earlier. He condemned her simply because there was one month where he couldn’t stalk her activities and so grew apprehensive,"

Atoc’s face fell grave momentarily before his placed his book to one side.

"Forget that now. Do what you can, if not to find out what happened to her for your nation then at least for yourself," Atoc spoke carefully.

Jason ripped off another chunk of meat with his teeth and shrugged. After today it was unlikely Raya would speak to him again before she left.

"I’m not her favourite person right now," Jason admitted.
"You mucked up, apologize and try again," his father barked impatiently. Jason growled inwardly, getting irritated himself, everything was not as black and white as his father saw it and Raya Hunt was a particularly chaotic tornado of colour.

"I’m going to bed," Jason sighed. Atoc leaned back in his chair and picked up his book to begin reading again. Jason eyed the warm red cover and marched upstairs recognizing it as the one book in the house Jason was not allowed to touch.