Minpachas: Adventures in the time of Kathmandu’s long winters
Old residents of the Valley recall how they eagerly waited for schools to close to indulge in games or to travel to the Tarai.
Old residents of the Valley recall how they eagerly waited for schools to close to indulge in games or to travel to the Tarai.
Soon Kaur’s world and hope became intertwined with her husband’s love of Kathmandu, their two children, and their family’s struggle for identity as Sikhs.
Remembering the joys and hardships brought on by the 1945 snowfall.
Pele and Maradona, two great players of their generations, represented two different eras of Kathmandu’s World Cup experiences.
People in the Valley already knew of football in 1930.
The famed and notorious strongman who famously fought with bulls at the Asan junction.
How two Kathmandu girls lived the Bollywood magic and made lifelong memories on the sets of Dev Anand’s ‘Hare Rama Hare Krishna’.
Trajectory and tales of Kathmandu's early tea experience.
In 1988, a deadly stampede killed at least 70 football fans. Thirty-two years later, there are still lessons to be learned from that disaster.
The story behind how one retired army man built a political and literary hub during the Rana and Panchayat regimes.
Indian freedom fighter Begum Hazrat Mahal and her son Birjis Qadr were exiled in Kathmandu for decades. But there's no recorded history and no one really knows about their lives in Nepal.
These sardars--who left an indelible mark on Kathmandu’s infrastructure--struggled with their conflicted identities in their new home.
A psychedelic drone pierces through ancient Kasthamandap and out into Basantapur Durbar Square. From amidst long-haired, droopy-eyed hippies swaying wildly in the haze of hashish smoke, teenaged Zeenat Aman twirls her body to the hypnotic ‘Dum Maro Dum’—an image and tune etched in the memories of generations to come.
From out of the marijuana-induced haze of Kathmandu in the 70s, a lone landmark appears, as evanescent as ganja smoke, as effervescent as a hash high.
Devi Dutta Sharma knew his customers inside out. Seated at his desk in Jhochhen, he’d spend a large part of his day peering out the window, observing the steady stream of customers arriving at his shop. They came from all corners of the world but were looking for the same thing: an exotic, mystical Kathmandu, preferably with a side of cheap, quality hashish. And Sharma knew how to sell both and how to sell them well.