Tuesday, October 6, 2015

Elevator Pitch Video


This video is a part of our FYS class requirement and it purports to give very short overview of the project I'm working on for "Affecting Change". Give it a look!

Especial thanks to Roman Raut from Nepal for the making of this video.  It can also be viewed on my Youtube Channel: Click Here


Sunday, October 4, 2015

My Project brainstorming


I'm at the computer lab of Potter Library of Ramapo College of New Jersey. The days are flying in supersonic pace. I fear I may be left behind.

About the book that I've formally undertaken to write and publish as a project of First Year Seminar  "Idea Lab: Affecting Change" class, I am understanding today that it better be a single story instead of collection of stories. Well, I must cover at least two major events: the earthquake experience and falling of the US marine helicopter. I may also connect the story to Everest avalanche and Langtang destruction. I can connect the issues of human trafficking and sexual abuse during the weeks under tent at the wake of the earthquake (and the aftershocks). The backdrop is the reality, a truth but I can't claim to write an absolutely factual story or stories. I must fictionalize a lot of things to make my book (1) interesting to read (2) and woven in a single thread of happenings.

Various writers have done so. Rakesh Wadhwa's THE DEAL MAKER is a complete fiction but it is written on the backdrop of real Indian socio-politics. It sounds real. Chetan Bhagat's depiction of Ahmedabad earthquake in his novel "Three Mistakes of My Life" is another example. I should also exploit this extraordinary opportunity to create a grand fiction surrounding the recent events in Nepal. It will have several advantages: (1) I don't need to validate the things that I write on the book, which a non-fictional work must do (2) I will have more readers  (3) I can connect the extraordinary events of Nepal into a single thread of story (4) I will end with more creative work of art, thereby receiving higher credits for the book.

I've put on hold other projects ( THE VIRGIN, THE QUEST OF ENLIGHTENMENT, THE BAD MASTER AND THE THIRD WORLD WAR, THE MEMOIR OF A MANIAC) to undertake this new project. I must make this book THE SHAKEN EARTH AND THE FALLEN MARINE a defining step of my writing career.

What about connecting the Maoist Insurgency and Royal Massacre of 2001 also in my fictional story? It'll be such an amusing book of history! Indeed. Of course I need a truly amazing fictional plot to connect all these events....but I understand it'll be worth it.

God, the idea of seriously and practically undertaking this book writing project has spurred and revived a series of other book ideas in my mind: what about the fiction I thought months ago on the life of so-called Don Chari and his lover Khusbu Oli? There can be such a spectacular book to read. I really stand at the point of rocking the world by my books. A lot is happening.

And this FYS project has really inspired me to take writing on my daily life: on my routine. I better integrate writing in every day of my present life if I want to pursue it on the present and yield great results very soon. Being a non-native English writer is not as big a problem as not practicing.
Developing ideas every day bit by bit and honing writing skill bit by bit every day is very important.

I've very thankful and grateful to professor Jennifer Szabo for her approval, support and encouragement towards this.
संजय क्षेत्री
रामपो कलेज अफ न्यु जर्सी
संयुक्त राज्य अमेरिका 

Friday, October 2, 2015

The backdrop of my book!

Widespread destruction by April 25 earthquake and its aftershocks! Houses crumbled everywhere. I was practicing Mathematical Analysis in my study room on the fourth floor of our four-storied house in northern Kathmandu when all of the sudden everything started to shake. The vibration grew with every passing second and before I figured out what was happening, the violent jerking caused the walls of the room to start cracking. The steel cupboard fell; my book racks fell; the loudspeaker fell; pretty much everything vertical fell in the room. The water jar fell and water spilled all over the room. This all happened very quickly and I in the middle of the chaos, I started to understand that it was a massive earthquake: the one I had been seeing in my dreams consistently for ten nights. The house was shaking, swinging and collapsing. Even till then running downstairs had not occurred to my life. I had a hope that I would not die that way. Or that the house would not simply crumble. I thought that walls might fall and the ceiling might crack and the house might be wrecked in the might of a few seconds. When this calculation was going on, I thought the attempt to run three stories down the staircases was not possible. Then I decided: This house is gone. But I should leave......And my mom and sister and brother who were in the third floor.
After 60 seconds of horror, the first strike stopped. The house had cracks but it was still standing. I then quickly ran downstairs. But the shaking was still not completely gone. When I reached the ground floor, I saw huge cracks at the edges of the house on the ground. The house was one or two seconds from collapsing. I saw a huge crowd of traumatized neighbors and my family members on the field adjoining our house. I was the only one left in our house during the whole one minute vibration. 
The earthquake, however, didn't stop there. Aftershocks big and small continued to rock. The radio on people's phones started to broadcast about the devastation. Our landmark tower called Dharahara is gone. Most of our historical buildings are gone. A local school nearby collapsed. And so on. That night, all of us, family members and neighbors slept right on that ground under the open sky without food or water. The earthquake kept rocking. Aftershocks continued. We could not sleep. To make the matte worse, it started to drizzle around the midnight. But we were alive and so thankful. Thousands had perished when we survived. 

When I looked back, our house should not have been standing: given that relatively stronger houses have collapsed. Had it fallen, who knows whether I would see the next sunrise. I could be buried in the debris of my own house. Or my beloved family member would perish. 
But my house didn't crumble. And I was alive even after that deadly earthquake. So many people whom I knew died. My friends died. Some relatives died. 
For more than a month, we slept under the tents on the ground. Our house which used to mean our safe refuge had now turned into the symbol of death. 
On the several days, I was plunged into serious soul-searching about life and its vulnerability and sensibility.














The images (except the second in the column) are the the images available in Google Images. I hold the copyright of none of these but the second one. 

Going Great Now

In order to prepare myself for the extraordinary accomplishments, I should optimize all 24 hours of each day. For that I create a set of rules and schedules to which I vow to stick very strictly from today onward. 

Rule 1: I must go to bed before midnight. 

Rule 2: I must write the assessment of the day in the form of my daily journal entry before I go to bed each night. The journal should be blogged. 
Rule 3: I must wake up at seven every day including the weekends and holidays. 
Rule 4: I must devote half an hour to meditation everyday. 
Rule 5: I must devote half an hour in physical exercise everyday. It can be work out at gym or doing yoga or any stretching exercise or running. 
Rule 6: The following my schedule applicable from today: 

Wake up at 7:00

Shower
To-do list
Spiritual pursuit (meditation, yoga) and slight physical activity 
Breakfast at 9:00
Book projects from 9:30 to 12:00
An hour for swimming and gym.
At 1:00 Lunch.
BA math/English study.
Assignments.
Test preparations
Extra readings.
Dinner time variable according to schedules of classes.
Book projects continued.
Write the daily journal. 
Sleep before midnight. 
P.S. The Speaker's Club to be founded at Ramapo within one month. 

This is very crucial time: choosing whether I win or lose.  Whenever I don’t feel disciplined and energetic enough to stick to it, I’m murdering my own dreams and values. It’s not fair for my ambition and existence to let myself be lenient and mediocre. I am not miscible. I’m assertive. For a long time I underachieved, mostly because I underperformed. Now I should live up to my potentials. Time ( and this life) is totally irreversible. What do I want to grow up like? With the resentment of a defeated man who lost the battle because he didn’t fight good enough? Or with the euphoric feeling of victory and satisfaction for a great life and influence that I will have had?
What I choose to do today, and right this moment, is going to determine my destiny.

The only person I am destined to be is the only person I determined to be. 
Sanjay Chhetri @ Ramapo College of New Jersey, USA. 

Introspecting and Retrospecting....

As of October 2, 2015, It's been more than 90 days in the United States. Even though progress towards my primary goal- that of writing books- has been dismal, I've had very dynamic and progressive time, especially first two months. In those two months, I attended Iglobal University of Annandale, Virginia. That was where my US education began. I lived at a 12th floor apartment in Fairfax. During that two months, I made several friends Nepalese as well as foreigners. The eight guys with whom I shared my apartment, other friends from Iglobal, including foreigners, and some Americans by the pure co-incidence. Katherine of Maryland became a very good friend of mine and I cherish sweet memories with her: especially our first encounter on the fourth of July. We saw the fireworks of the Independence Day sitting next to each other at Inner Harbor of Baltimore. A very pure friendship, not an affair or dating, began. I can't forget the visit of her college (UMBC) library; I had checked out two books "War & Peace" and "Walden" using her card.

My first, virgin experiences with America took place in Virginia. I had my first bank account there, I bought phone and SIM card there, learnt to swipe cards to make payments and to cross the roads. I rode my first ever American bus there. I learnt to do shopping in Walmart and in grocery shops, I drank beer and became truly intoxicated for the first time, and most importantly, I learnt swimming! The unforgettable and refreshing, enlivening memory of swimming in the Circle Towers pool will be cherished forever. I virtually knew nothing when I first went into the pool. In less than 20 days, I started to swim in 10 feet depth area. I learnt to dive a lot more.

Other important things were also occurring. I worked at Iglobal for a month and made over $600: my 20 hr/week on-campus work of tutoring math. I got my Social Security Number. I also learnt to use American metro trains and railway trains. I have fond memories of travelling between Vienna Station to Washington DC in the underground metro and between Baltimore and DC on Marc train and Amtrak trains.
I spent many days at Bina didi's house at Baltimore. It was the closest I came to the two kids: Divya and Brijesh. The two kids now recognize me as their uncle, as their "mama' in Nepali.

And most importantly, I played smart enough to win scholarship at Ramapo. It literally changed my life. I remember how I came from Virginia to New Jersery! From Vienna Station to DC in train and thereafter in Mega bus to New York. The thrill of being in New York for the first time is still fresh in my mind.
Life at Ramapo, which is so different from my preceding months in America, is over a month long now. Progress is a must. I've been attending classes: each of them are fantastic. I'm learning Spanish, studying economics, having psychology class and undertaking a book writing project in FYS "Idea Lab" class.
Presence of Sapana in my life has profound influence in my life. She is truly amazing and I love her. Her love and intimacy is a factor that's keeping my moral high.
Maya aunt also has had great presence in my life. She is my true guardian in America. And of course Nir Uncle.
Life in Ramapo is my dream life. I'm really living a dream life in Ramapo. First ever dorm life experience; great foods, great systems, abundance, sports and recreation, friends and everything here! I feel so lucky to be here.

Now the matter is: how I get the maximum out of my stay at Ramapo?
First prerequisite for this question is how I get the maximum out of each day at Ramapo, especially the remaining time of this semester. Because I don't know what next six months will be like.
The answer is not very illusive. Simply I should micro-manage myself every day and every hour. For example, there shouldn't be any compromise regarding my bed time. I must go to bed prior to the midnight so that I can wake up at seven in the morning. Until I don't adhere with this principle, the rest of my values go into the trash.
Next thing is how I drive away the distractions: from the outside as well as from the within. For this, again, my willpower to yield the best result, instead of yielding to the distractions, should be the formula. If I want to prove to myself that I truly am a genius, I will be able to guard myself against the counterproductive fluctuations.
Then comes the time optimization. I will wake up in the morning at seven if I go to bed before midnight. After waking up, I should not forget to make to-do list and then cleanse my body as well as mind. I eat breakfast, I do meditation, and then I go to gym. Then, I should go to the library to do my writing. I must get time for cultivating my dreams. I have dreams on which I must work. I have plans and ambitions which dearly demand my devotion and time and energy.
I know I won't be able to dig the way out by playing small or fearful. I must write my way out. I must do the things that I love. I must do the things that I am born for. That's writing book. I should grow myself philosophically, mentally, intellectually, and linguistically. That will lead me to financial growth. If I want to really become a multi-millionaire by the age of 30, I must prepare myself to become a great writer. That's how I will stand out; that's how I will make big money.
But money is just a part of my motivation. My motivation is that I should be the vehicle through which the world's wisdom spreads. I don't necessarily care about career. I care about calling. I know my inner calling. I will go for it. From now, from today.








Shaken Earth & Fallen Marine: Idea Starting to Germinate!

I'm starting to understand that my book would rather be a collection of "independent but interrelated" stories. My estimation is that the following stories would be relevant:

(1) When the Earth Shook
    My personal experience of the earthquake and how we as family coped with it. It'll be a first-person narrative.
In this story, I'll not only report what happened when the earthquake hit, I will also share my philosophical, psychological and spiritual reflections on the wake of the quake. As an individual, as a society, and as a nation.

(2) Fallen Marine
   The story of US marine helicopter tragedy. I'll add the spices of conspiracy theories surrounding the crash.

(3) When the Everest crumbled
   The account of the death of 22 people at the Everest base camp when the earthquake triggered a massive avalanche

(4) The Last Trekking of so Many
    The account of devastation in Langtang Valley

(5) But God didn't save them!
     The account of several churches collapsing in the earthquake that killed 500 Christians in Kathmandu alone.

(6) The Death Tower
    The killing of 180 people in the country's landmark tower called Dharahara.

(7) Survival Saga
    Accounts of some of the miraculous survivals and rescues.


Elevator Speech /Elevator pitch (Sample)

My Elevator Pitch
Project title: SHAKEN EARTH & FALLEN MARINE: an awe-striking story of disaster, survival and sacrifice in Nepal
Concept of the video
Estimated play time: 45 sec
Opening of Video: a video clip recording at the moment of the April 25 earthquake that shows the falling of some major buildings in Kathmandu, Nepal
First part: Photos depicting the devastation of the earthquake, rescue efforts, and rehabilitation works at the wake of the April 25 earthquake and subsequent aftershocks. ( About 6-7 seconds)
(Accompanied by Musical background )
Narrative ( on my voice):
On April 25, 2015, a mega- earthquake hit the Himalayan nation of Nepal, my homeland, when I was still there. Hundreds of thousands of houses and precious infrastructures collapsed killing and wounding thousands of people including significant number of foreigners. The whole world showed solidarity and support for rescue, rehabilitation and recovery of the Nepalese people. On May 12, when a major 7.3 Richter scale aftershock rocked the nation killing additional people, a US Marine helicopter devoted in rescue mission disappeared mysteriously. For a week, the helicopter remained untraced. Finally, it was found crashed in a rural location near Nepal-China border. There are several conspiracy theories surrounding this tragedy. Moreover, the avalanche on Mount Everest led to history’s biggest Everest tragedy. The accounts of my own personal experience of the disaster and miraculous survival as well as all the events related to the quake are extraordinary. I want to write and publish a narrative book on the above mentioned backdrop and help the victims of the earthquake with whatever returns/royalty I earn from the book. As the winter is approaching, the people of rural hills of Nepal who lost their houses need immediate help. Even if I can help only a handful of the victims, I’ll take pride in my project.

End note: (in my voice) ..a  book dedicated to the shaken nation, shocked people, and those who sacrificed their own life while helping. I will make it happen!!! I will.