Tourist and Tourism in Nepal

Tourism is one of the largest and fastest growing industries of the world. Tourism plays a crucial role in the economic development of a country. It is a big foreign exchange earner. Moreover, it lends opportunity to  the people of one nation to understand culture, civilization and development of countries. So tourism works as chain in establishing warm relations among the people of the world. When a tourist visits a foreign country he gets an opportunity to know and understand the views of its people and their views about the country to which the tourist belongs. Another advantage of the tourism industry is that it provides employment to various persons because several persons have to engage in this sphere to take care of both the tourists and the tourist places. But the most important benefit provided by the tourism industry is to give a sense of relief to people when they get tired from the hustle and bustle of the city-life. They pay a visit to the tourist places and try to enjoy nature which gives everlasting sense of joy and peace.

 Nepal has the right ingredients and potential for development of tourist industry. It has varied and interesting adventure to offer. We have in Nepal, Mt. Everest, the top of the world to climb, the grate Himalayan trail that stretches 1,700 km- a trek that takes a month to accomplish,  Rafting trips where you encounter magnificent Georges- from one or two days to two week expedition, hidden world of the old Buddhist kingdom of Mustang to explore, etc.

Foreigner studying ancient Nepali architectural heritage.

Unfortunately, despite Nepal’s potential for tourism, Nepal’s share in the world’s tourism business is still less the 1 percent. In 2012, 598,204 foreigners visited Nepal as compare 53,219 foreigners more than 2011. Tourism is currently Nepal’s largest foreign exchange generator. In 2012, government revenue from tourism sector was Rs. 36.6 billion and the total contribution to GDP was Rs. 147.2 billion, 9.4 percent of total GDP. Recognizing the significance of tourism as a tool of economic development, the Government in 1978 gave it a status of ministry.

Nepal’s efforts to promote tourism have been monumental. Beside Nepal’s embassies in foreign countries has helped in organizing festivals of Nepal aboard and smaller promotional programs for travel agents, tour operator and media.  

To diversify tourist attraction Nepal tourism board has to lay the policy for ‘strengthening the infrastructure at home and has to undertake promotional activities to attract more foreigner.’ Planning and development of required facilities in identified and identifying “travel circuits” has to develop according to a certain standard that meets tourist’s actual demand.

In the year 2011“NEPAL TOURISM YEAR”, the target of wooing 1 million tourists failed to attain because of economy recession in Europe and in America. Political upheavals, the tension created by pro- ethnic based federalism and anti- ethnic based federalism by shutting down again and again  is also responsible for the downfall in tourist. But still one of the most important factor for its failure is Nepal has not given the tourism industry the attention it deserves.

So, the responsible ministry has to give priority to the tourism industry and its development. Tourism sector or industry is the backbone of  country, if it, it cripples, Nepal too will cripple as remittances will  not going to work for the long term.

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My Brother: Kusang Tenzing....Filled with adventure!!!

Life is no longer only about living and growing, it’s more than that. It’s about knowing unknown, it’s about exploring unexplored and it’s about doing undone things that might be adventurous for one.

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Muztagh Ata 2013

Everest 2010: Along the way......

Found: lost love

If I fabricate things about her, surely, it won't do justice, rather it alters the truth and very vision. Apart from it so many emotions will intertwine in one place and struggle for their supremacy over each other, and at end one who come victorious will swallow everything. Rest consumed by swallower will privately grow, wrinkle, suffer and eventually one fine day die, die with me. Not to regard, even then the world will grow again, white snow will melt from the mountains, as always. Those many people (adventurous) we generally read them insane will continue to flock, to dis-value their precious life (opportunity given us to attain enlightenment), lust green grass will grow upon meadows, and innovation will continue or suddenly double. Only I, she and the truth will vanish, if I not reveal her....... the truth, the true emotion.

“But to understand the true emotion, you have to swallow many characters first”

Very long ago, NO, now suddenly it'll not do, year matters, it has to be mentioned for proper record, say Feb 2008. Kalimpong was frozen to the core, after spell of sharp, dramatic, abnormal rain. Morning and evening glove within it was hard to pass. Not to forget on east Darjeeling witnessed a major snowfall, the entire town bathed in white after years of waiting.

                              Back at Kalimpong, we been back to hostel, I was crazy with the idea itself. Thinlay Bhutia, a pure Oodlabarian unlike me half blooded. Saw me grow with his brown eye. He was one who taught me the secret of Chel River, took me every other day to dive into, ‘he think is divine path.  The people who knew him, never ever know how to describe him…He was sort of guy, strong and weak, evil hearted carved out godly body, a perfect manifestation of old Tibetan mythology that human were born out of a monkey gene (who was an incarnation of Avalokiteśvara), and female demon, who came to seduce him.

I to be honest, I will never place him; record him any side of a world made of bad and good. He is one, if not for others, who could read me truly if he had certain telepathic power to do so.

                    When class began, we have a bunch of newcomers. Thinlay, I and three other boys, I suppose were oldest inside long large rectangular class. Our English Teacher keeping her natural Bengali accent, open her mouth “large”, expose her mighty tongue just to sound Britain. She introduces old to new, new to old. A week past without actually teaching, with it misery befallen on hill ended.  Kalimpong renewed like newly born, the temperature pleasantly cool and the sky became clear. Our Economics teacher Sir Uday Shanker, an angry south Indian hero has reputation, build up, he can jump, box one back, kick ass at one time. The year before he even manages to pluck portion of hair from a guy, he ever dislikes. It goes like this when he was teaching other class, unpleasant noise fly over air from next class to that he was teaching, when he rushes over there to stop noise, an ill-famed guy was dancing on the song “Mein Hoon Don”.  Seeing him he got boiled, and further it goes from back, he held his hair, dragged him hard. On process handful of hair come out from his scalp and Sir Uday without even brink of compassion, not even fear what he did, he threw it on dustbin. Now years later he already started action, even after FIR summon on his name on nearby police station.

        Beside all this, to my personal delight, after a few weeks we had two more new students enrolled, a boy and a girl. The girl to whom I later would fall, unusually.  If to be true, I had never spoken with her, my whole school days. I was brought under certain circumstance I never claim my rights, how could I claim her. 
                 Still, what it was? I have no idea courage or weakness, this was signed, I repeatedly stare at her, then immediately look away when she looks at me, I come to act super weird, by which I mean I tried to avoid her gaze entirely, walked away, or acted like she don't exist. It was hard to conceal my emotion. One day when I woke up, I gather courage which was new to me, I made my mind to tell her everything, I repeat everything… that she is the girl I look upon  “A girl who had warm, soft and clear look on her face that I come to knew was beauty, but with comfort and hope. Who is truly a masterpiece, exceptional in every way, a girl rare to find whose beauty is unutterable.”

           But there it was, before I even share to Thinlay, what she recently meant to me, he said everything what I wanted to say. She being Karan, and I Arjun, He jai and I Verru, I had to let her go, as in the movie I sacrificed (Thing good human has to possesses ) my part of love, like my brother who has so much sacrifice on his list, childhood, youth and so on… to build me into a man. I brokenly wrote her a love letter on Thinlay’s behalf, which people consider I am good at “writing”. I penned down my very own feelings instead of his, he doesn’t need originality, ANYHOW, he can satisfy with a good piece.

              She on her part never replied him back or to letter. When she doesn’t reply. Today, I am full of guilt to say new hope born within me, I thought I should try. But I am being good pretender, I continued the game, “Don'T DISAPPOINT THINLAY”

              Later part of year, it was difficult to live, as much as difficult to predict and rely on Kalimpong's weather. Although I may see perfectly settled and beautiful weather at one instance, soon I can see flakes of cloud gather in the sky.  As spring, best season to be at Kalimpong ended, which is short lived anyhow from March to April, coincidentally same as my love or  better if i say "crush". By early May the unbearable summer visited, with its heat little by little snatched my heart-Ly play. Then by July as the Monsoon started, it fully unclear my sky like heart and to my sorrow it last till August. When the winter at last came it frozen everything, everything.
This followed by winter holiday, and event followed by "I never rerun back to school".

      Now so many years later, I wrote small piece, above all, actually on my behalf, ushering my own version of the story.  Why? Why ? Can be questioned now, after all those years. I have a simple answer. I saw her days ago in Kathmandu and same old felling rush inside my vein. This time Thinlay is far away….. I hope…can hope... hope is a big thing as Barrack Obama popularly belief or said.