January 30, 2010
नेपाली ब्लगर भेला-२ (समापन) (च्याट बक्स भित्र)
ब्लगर भेलाको दिनमा दौँतरीमा तलको जस्तै ‘च्याट बक्स’ राखिने छ र यसैको माध्यमद्वारा भेलामा
बिचारहरु आदान-प्रदान हुनेछन । गत भेलामा सहभागी नहुनु भएका ब्लगर साथीहरुलाई सूचित गर्न र अभ्यस्त बनाउन अबका केही दिन यो बक्स परिक्षणको रुपमा यही रहने छ । ब्लगर भेलामा
सहभागी हुन चाहने मित्रहरुले कृपया भेला अगाडि नै तल बक्सको अन्ततिर रहेको ‘Sign Up’ मा क्लिक गरेर आफ्नो युजर नेम दर्ता गराउन हुन अनुरोध गरिन्छ ।
हाल परिक्षणको रुपमा यो बक्सलाई सबैको लागी खुला राखिएको छ तर सम्भावित ‘स्प्यामर’ लाई हटाउन भेलाको दिनमा भने ‘रजिष्टर्ड सद्स्य’ लाई मात्रै प्रवेष दिन पनि सकिने भएकोले सबै ब्लगर साथिहरुमा हामी यो दर्ता प्रक्रिया सम्पन्न गरेर रहनुहुन अनुरोध समेत गर्दछौं । दर्ता प्रकृया एकदमै सरल र एक मिनेट भन्दा कम समयमा सम्पन्न हुने भएको र दर्ता पश्चात Account Settings >>Picture मा गई आ-आफ्नो फोटो पनि अपलोड गर्दा एक – आपसमा परिचीत हुन पनि सजिलो हुने हुनाले सो पनि गर्नुहुन अनुरोध छ ।
अन्य केही सल्लाह सुझाव भएमा यहि च्याटबक्समा लेख्न सक्नुहुन्छ । नयाँ युजर नेम दर्ता यहीँ बाट पनि गर्न सक्नुहुन्छ ।
धन्यवाद !
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Eons!
By sadiksha Acharya
Eons It's been years,
Centuries,
Since I've felt this old.
My bones have dried
And they shake every time I move.
My muscles have become nonexistent,
And my eyes have lost their sight.
It's been millenniums
sinceI took back my throne,
And yet my subjects haven't gotten used to me.
It's been decades
Since I got back what's mine,
And just months since I wrote my history.
Fate tells of such a destiny,
Of a calm life
And happy days.
Fate tells of such a destiny,
The same destiny,
So tedious,
With no wars,
No differences,
No uniqueness .
There are no histories,
No accomplishments.
It's been millenniums
Since I took my throne,
As the ruler.
It's been eons,
My bones have grown weak,
And my citadels lie in ruins.
http://creationof-a-dream.blogspot.com/
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Eons It's been years,
Centuries,
Since I've felt this old.
My bones have dried
And they shake every time I move.
My muscles have become nonexistent,
And my eyes have lost their sight.
It's been millenniums
sinceI took back my throne,
And yet my subjects haven't gotten used to me.
It's been decades
Since I got back what's mine,
And just months since I wrote my history.
Fate tells of such a destiny,
Of a calm life
And happy days.
Fate tells of such a destiny,
The same destiny,
So tedious,
With no wars,
No differences,
No uniqueness .
There are no histories,
No accomplishments.
It's been millenniums
Since I took my throne,
As the ruler.
It's been eons,
My bones have grown weak,
And my citadels lie in ruins.
http://creationof-a-dream.blogspot.com/
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