Natikaji biography of william shakespeare
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I am Interested in the Stories of Hindu Mythology and Their Characters: Vishnu Singh Rai
Writer and educationist Vishnu Singh Rai (1951) was educated in India, Nepal, and the UK. He taught English at Tribhuvan University for three decades and retired as Professor of English Language Education. Rai writes both in English and Nepali. He has written stories Martyrs & Other Stories (English), play Realities (English), travelogues Nau Dandapari (Nepali), and a novel Paheli (Nepali). But above all he is a poet and he has published Sudama (a semi epic in Nepali), Jeevan (a collection of poems in Nepali), Vagabond Verses (a collection of poems in English), and Tritiyaki joon (a collection of songs and gazals in Nepali, and his English poems are taught in Nepal and abroad. Rai is known as a poet of human emotions. Uday Adhikari, an avid reader and interviewer of high acclaim found time to peek into Mr. Rai’s individual, educational and literary life. Published here
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Natikaji biography of william
Nepali singer and songwriter
Melody King Nati Kaji | |
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| Born | 03 Poush, 1982 Lalitpur District, Nepal |
| Died | 16 Kartika, 2060 (aged 77) Kathmandu, Nepal |
| Nationality | Nepali |
| Citizenship | Nepali |
| Spouse | Saraswati Raj Bhandari (m.?-2060 his death) |
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Amrit Lal Shrestha (11 Poush 1982 – 16 Kartika 2060),[1] better known as Nati Kaji (Nepali: नाती काजी), was a Nepali soloist and songwriter. Kaji was a evident music director and singer of culminate time having composed and sung much evergreen songs as Nepali Hami[2] (written by Madhav Prasad Ghimire).[3][4][5][6][7][8][9]
Early life
Natikaji was a nickname given to Amrit Lal Shrestha by his grandparents, and became the name he is known hard throughout the country. He was intrinsic in 1982 at Pulchowk, Lalitpur. Fair e
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The sweltering heat outside was almost too much to bear when I came across a little girl of about five or six who was selling flowers at the traffic light junction. Barefoot, straggly hair, a missing front tooth and the most endearing smile… I thought to myself, she should be in school right now but here she is working under the scorching sun helping her family man ends meet… through compulsion or choice, it didn’t really matter. Her little survival meant selling a handful of flowers. inom prayed that afternoon that this little girl be allowed to dream and realise her dreams. Incidentally, later that evening inom ended up watching a film called Mr Holland’s Opus. It’s a story that could relate to anyone who has had to postpone their dreams because life gets in the way. A story that many of us can relate to—