In My Hands Today…

Wanted: Toddler’s Personal Assistant – Stephanie Kiser

What are the lives of America’s richest families really like? Their nannies see it all…

When Stephanie Kiser moves to New York City after college to pursue a career in writing, she quickly learns that her entry-level salary won’t cover the high cost of living―never mind her crushing student loan debt. But there is one in-demand job that pays more than enough to allow Stephanie to stay in the city: nannying for the 1%. Desperate to escape the poverty of her own childhood, Stephanie falls into a job that hijacks her life for the next seven years: a glorified personal assistant to toddlers on Manhattan’s Upper East Side.

At first, nannying seems like the perfect solution―the high pay covers Stephanie’s bills, and she’s surprised by how attached she becomes to the kids she cares for, even as she gasps over Prada baby onesies and preschools that cost more than her college tuition. But the grueling twelve-hour days leave her little time to see her friends, date, or pursue any creative projects that might lead to a more prestigious career. The allure of the seemingly-glamorous job begins to dull as Stephanie comes to understand more about what really happens behind the closed doors of million-dollar Park Avenue apartments―and that money doesn’t guarantee happiness. Soon she will have to decide whether to stay with the children she’s grown to love, or if there’s something better out there just beyond her reach.

Wanted: Toddler’s Personal Assistant is alternately poignant and funny, a portrait of a generation of Americans struggling to find work they love balanced against the headwinds of global uncertainty and an economy stacked against anyone trying to work their way up from the bottom. It’s a provocative story of class, caregiving, friendship, and family―and a juicy, voyeuristic peek behind the curtain of obscene wealth and the privilege and opportunity that comes with it. In this unputdownable memoir, Stephanie chronicles her journey from newbie nanny to beloved caregiver—and the painful decision to eventually say goodbye to the children she has grown to love.

Short Story: The Emerald Legacy

The sun hung low in the sky over Mumbai, casting a golden hue over the bustling city. Inside the Chhatrapati Shivaji Maharaj Vastu Sangrahalaya, excitement buzzed through the air. The museum was hosting an exclusive exhibition featuring the legendary emerald necklace known as the “Vishakha Necklace,” said to be one of the finest pieces of jewellery in India.

Detective Arjun Mehta stood outside the museum, eyes scanning the crowd. He had been called in to investigate what was supposed to be a routine security detail for the exhibition. But as he entered the grand hall, he felt an unsettling tension in the air.

The necklace was displayed under glass, surrounded by security personnel and museum staff. As Arjun approached, he overheard whispers among the guests, their excitement palpable. “Did you hear about the necklace? They say it’s cursed,” one woman said to her friend. “Cursed? What do you mean?” her friend replied, intrigued. “The legend goes that every emerald represents a life lost in a tragic love triangle centuries ago,” the woman explained. “It’s said that anyone who possesses it will face misfortune.”

Arjun raised an eyebrow at this. Superstitions were common in India, but he had always believed that crime had more tangible roots than curses. As he continued to observe, a sudden commotion erupted near the display case. A guard shouted, “Stop! Thief!”

Arjun’s instincts kicked in as he rushed towards the scene. He pushed through the crowd just in time to see a figure dart away from the display, clutching a bag that bulged with stolen goods. “After him!” Arjun shouted, sprinting after the thief.

The chase led them through the museum’s labyrinthine corridors and out into the streets of Mumbai. Arjun was determined; he had trained for moments like this. But just as he was gaining ground on the thief, a sharp turn into an alleyway caused him to lose sight of his target. Breathless and frustrated, Arjun stopped to catch his breath and assess the situation. He pulled out his phone and called for backup while scanning the area for any sign of the thief.

Back at the museum, chaos reigned as security personnel secured the area. Arjun met with Inspector Rao, who had arrived on the scene. “What do we know?” Arjun asked, his mind racing. “The necklace is gone,” Rao replied grimly. “The thief managed to evade capture. We’re reviewing security footage now.”

Arjun nodded and turned his attention to the display case. The glass was shattered, and shards lay scattered on the floor. He crouched down to examine it closely when he noticed something glimmering amidst the debris—a small emerald pendant that had fallen from the necklace. “Interesting,” he murmured, picking it up carefully. “This could be a clue.” As they reviewed security footage, they saw a hooded figure slip into view just before the theft occurred. The thief moved with agility and purpose, but their face remained obscured.

“Any leads on who this might be?” Arjun asked. “Not yet,” Rao replied. “But we’ll track down any known criminals in this area.” Arjun felt a growing sense of urgency. The Vishakha Necklace wasn’t just valuable; it held historical significance tied to an ancient tale of love and betrayal that had captivated him since childhood. That evening, as Arjun sat at his desk poring over old records about the necklace’s history, he found himself drawn into its tragic past.

The Vishakha Necklace was said to have been crafted centuries ago for a beautiful princess named Vishakha, who lived in a grand palace overlooking a lush valley. She was known for her beauty and kindness but found herself caught in a tumultuous love triangle between two brothers—Rajendra and Vikram—both noble warriors vying for her affection.

Their rivalry escalated into jealousy and betrayal, leading to tragic consequences that would haunt their families for generations. It was said that each emerald represented one of their lost lives—each stone holding within it a fragment of their sorrow. Arjun leaned back in his chair, contemplating how this dark history intertwined with present events. He needed to dig deeper into both the theft and its connection to this ancient tale.

The next day, Arjun visited local historians and jewellers who specialised in antique jewellery. He learned more about Vishakha’s story—how her love had led to heartbreak and how her spirit was said to linger around her beloved necklace. One historian shared an intriguing detail: “The necklace is rumoured to have been hidden away during times of strife but always returns when true love is threatened.”

Arjun couldn’t shake off the feeling that there was more to this story than met the eye. He decided to visit Vishakha’s palace ruins located outside Mumbai, hoping to uncover any additional clues about its legacy. Upon arriving at the site, he marvelled at what remained of the once-magnificent structure. As he wandered through crumbling walls adorned with intricate carvings depicting scenes from Vishakha’s life, he felt an inexplicable connection to her story.

As dusk fell over the ruins, Arjun noticed something glimmering among some stones—a small locket engraved with initials matching Rajendra and Vikram’s initials. His heart raced as he realised this could be another key piece of evidence linking to history and present events. With newfound determination, Arjun returned home and began piecing together everything he had learned about Vishakha’s story and its connection to modern-day events surrounding her necklace.

He reached out to local police departments across India to track any known criminals who might have connections to stolen artefacts or historical jewellery thefts. Days turned into weeks as he followed leads across Mumbai and neighbouring states but found nothing solid. Just when he thought he might hit a dead end, Arjun received an anonymous tip about an underground auction happening in Goa where stolen artefacts were rumoured to be sold. Excitement coursed through him; this could be his chance not only to recover the necklace but also to uncover more about its dark legacy.

Arriving in Goa under cover of nightfall, Arjun found himself at an old warehouse by the beach, where whispers of illicit dealings filled every corner. He blended into the crowd as bidders gathered around tables laden with stolen treasures from across India—artefacts that should have been preserved in museums instead of sold for profit. As he scanned through items on display, his eyes landed on something familiar—a velvet cloth covering what appeared to be an ornate box adorned with emeralds.

Heart pounding with anticipation, Arjun approached cautiously while keeping an eye on potential threats around him—the last thing he needed was to be discovered while pursuing justice for Vishakha’s legacy. “Ladies and gentlemen,” announced an auctioneer with flair as he unveiled several items before them—including what seemed like pieces from ancient royal families—before revealing what everyone had been waiting for: “And now we present…the legendary Vishakha Necklace!” Gasps filled the room as people leaned forward eagerly; this was it—the moment Arjun had been waiting for!

As bids began flying around him like confetti at a wedding celebration—Arjun knew time was running out before someone would walk away with not just history but also tragedy wrapped around those emeralds forevermore! He stepped forward boldly amidst shouts of excitement until finally raising his hand high above everyone else’s heads: “I’ll take it!” Silence fell over everyone present; eyes widened in disbelief at seeing someone challenge their intent on acquiring such valuable heritage without hesitation!

“What do you think you’re doing?” demanded one man from across whom Arjun recognized immediately—an infamous dealer known for trafficking stolen artefacts throughout India! “I’m here for justice,” Arjun replied firmly, meeting his gaze head-on while feeling adrenaline surge through him like fire igniting passion within!

Before anyone could react further—the lights suddenly flickered, ominously plunging them all into darkness! Panic erupted among bidders scrambling towards exits while others sought refuge wherever possible! Seizing this opportunity—Arjun dashed towards where he’d seen earlier glimpses of light shining through cracks, revealing hidden passageways leading deeper inside warehouse walls.

After navigating through narrow corridors illuminated only by faint glimmers reflecting off dusty surfaces, Arjun finally stumbled upon another room filled with artefacts piled haphazardly against walls; among them lay several boxes containing remnants from centuries past! In one corner stood what appeared like remnants belonging specifically connected back towards Vishakha herself—a small altar adorned with beautifully crafted sculptures depicting moments captured between love triangles long forgotten yet still haunting those connected forevermore…

Suddenly footsteps echoed behind him, causing an adrenaline rush once again, forcing him into action! Turning swiftly—he confronted none other than Rajesh—the dealer whose greed knew no bounds! “You think you can just take what isn’t yours?” Rajesh sneered menacingly while brandishing a weapon threateningly towards Arjun’s direction! “I’m here not only reclaiming history but also restoring hope,” Arjun declared defiantly, standing tall despite fear coursing through his veins, knowing well the consequences if failed today!

With quick thinking—he lunged forward, knocking the weapon aside and sending Rajesh sprawling backwards, crashing against shelves spilling artefacts everywhere, creating chaos around them both! Amidst the confusion, Arjun seized the opportunity to grab hold tightly of the necklace clasped firmly within grasp before fleeing towards the exit, where sirens blared outside, signalling police arrival nearby!

Back at police headquarters after recovering stolen items, including the Vishakha Necklace itself—Arjun felt the immense weight lift off his shoulders, knowing justice prevailed today, restoring honour—not just the family name but the entire legacy entwined within emeralds representing lives lost long ago.

As news spread throughout the community regarding recovery efforts made by local authorities alongside brave detectives working tirelessly behind the scenes, people began gathering outside, celebrating triumph over darkness bringing light back into lives affected deeply by the loss suffered throughout generations past…

Among those celebrating stood an elderly woman dressed elegantly, wearing traditional attire adorned beautifully, resembling designs reminiscent of ancient times; she approached slowly, reaching out towards Arjun and grasping hands tightly, expressing gratitude beyond words could convey…

“You’ve done what many thought impossible, young man,” she whispered softly, tears glistening in her eyes reflecting hope restored once again, reminding everyone present of the importance of preserving heritage passed down generations, ensuring future generations would never forget stories woven intricately together through time itself.

Weeks later, after successful recovery efforts concluded, the Vishakha Necklace returned to its rightful place within the museum, showcasing not only beauty craftsmanship but also tales woven throughout centuries, capturing hearts and minds alike and reminding all visitors of the importance of cherishing love and enduring even amidst trials faced along the way.

Arjun stood proudly beside an elderly woman who’d come forth earlier, expressing gratitude and witnessing firsthand the impact made through perseverance and resilience displayed throughout the journey taken together, restoring faith lost long ago.

“I’m honoured you chose me to help restore legacy,” Arjun said, sincerely looking deep into her eyes, feeling warmth radiate between them both, knowing the connection forged transcended beyond mere physicality, embracing unity shared amongst souls intertwined forevermore.

As they gazed upon stunning emeralds glistening brightly under lights, illuminating a room filled with laughter and joy, celebrating triumph over adversity—it became clear the journey didn’t end here, but rather a new chapter unfolding, inviting everyone to partake in discovering beauty lies within stories shared, connecting generations past, present, and future alike, reminding all hope remains alive, even in the darkest moments faced along the way.

And so they stood together united by purpose, celebrating life, love, and resilience, knowing together they’d overcome challenges faced, paving a path forward, ensuring light would always shine bright, illuminating hearts and souls alike guiding them homeward bound forevermore…

2025 Week 03 Update

Where did the first half of January go? It seemed only yesterday we were celebrating the new year, and today, we are looking at the second half of January. The days seem to be passing rather fast, aren’t they?

Today’s quote from renowned American essayist, philosopher, and poet, Ralph Waldo Emerson, invites us to align ourselves with the natural rhythms of life, embracing patience as a virtue essential for growth and fulfillment. Nature unfolds at its own pace, unhurried yet purposeful. Trees take years to grow, flowers bloom in their season, and rivers carve canyons over centuries. Emerson encourages us to learn from this timeless rhythm, reminding us that significant outcomes often require time and perseverance.

In a world driven by instant gratification, this quote serves as a counterpoint to our fast-paced lifestyles. It highlights the importance of slowing down, trusting the process, and allowing events to unfold naturally. For example, personal growth, meaningful relationships, or the pursuit of goals all demand patience. Rushing these processes often leads to frustration, whereas embracing the pace of nature fosters resilience and a deeper appreciation for progress. Emerson’s insight also underscores the value of being present. Nature doesn’t hurry, yet everything gets accomplished in its own time. By adopting this mindset, we can reduce anxiety and accept that life’s journey is as important as the destination. When we rush, we may overlook the beauty and lessons inherent in the process.

Ultimately, the quote is an invitation to cultivate inner peace and trust the flow of life. Patience allows us to respond thoughtfully rather than react impulsively. By emulating nature’s rhythm, we can navigate challenges with grace, find joy in the present moment, and achieve harmony within ourselves and the world around us.

This week was very productive for me as I managed quite a bit of writing. Planning for our big trip in the middle of the year is also ongoing, and I have spent many an hour this week working on the perfect itinerary. I enjoy this planning process and am happy to do it. For me a trip begins when I start planning it, so this is part of the whole trip experience.

The wonderful rainy weather ended this week, and we are back to the heat and humidity. It was wonderful to be without multiple fans and air conditioning last week, but towards the end of this week, we were back to the status quo. I do hope there are other days with that cool weather.

GG & BB’s lives are as usual; there’s nothing to see there. Next week will be the Chinese Lunar New Year, and this year will be the year of the Wood-Snake. More about that next week. Till then, stay safe and keep smiling!

In My Hands Today…

Right Kind of Wrong: The Science of Failing Well – Amy C. Edmondson

We used to think of failure as the opposite of success. Now, we’re often torn between two “failure cultures”: one that says to avoid failure at all costs, the other that says fail fast, fail often. The trouble is that both approaches lack the crucial distinctions to help us separate good failure from bad. As a result, we miss the opportunity to fail well.

After decades of award-winning research, Amy Edmondson is here to upend our understanding of failure and make it work for us. In Right Kind of Wrong, Edmondson provides the framework to think, discuss, and practice failure wisely. Outlining the three archetypes of failure—simple, complex, and intelligent—Amy showcases how to minimize unproductive failure while maximizing what we gain from flubs of all stripes. She illustrates how we and our organizations can embrace our human fallibility, learn exactly when failure is our friend, and prevent most of it when it is not. This is the key to pursuing smart risks and preventing avoidable harm.

With vivid, real-life stories from business, pop culture, history, and more, Edmondson gives us specifically tailored practices, skills, and mindsets to help us replace shame and blame with curiosity, vulnerability, and personal growth. You’ll never look at failure the same way again.

Travel Bucket List: Nepal – Part 2

Kathmandu

The seat of the federal government and Nepal’s most populous city, Kathmandu is also the capital of Nepal. It is located in the Kathmandu Valley, a large valley surrounded by hills in the high plateaus in central Nepal, at an altitude of 1,400 m.

The city is one of the oldest continuously inhabited places in the world, founded in the 2nd century AD. The valley was historically called the ‘Nepal Mandala’ and has been the home of the Newar people. The city was the royal capital of the Kingdom of Nepal and has been home to the headquarters of the South Asian Association for Regional Cooperation (SAARC) since 1985. Today, it is the seat of government of the Federal Democratic Republic of Nepal, established in 2008, and is part of Bagmati Province.

Kathmandu is and has been for many years the centre of Nepal’s history, art, culture, and economy. It has a multi-ethnic population within a Hindu and Buddhist majority. Tourism is an important part of the economy in the city. The city is considered the gateway to the Nepal Himalayas and is home to several World Heritage Sites: the Durbar Square, Swayambhu Mahachaitya, Bouddha and Pashupatinath. 

The indigenous Nepal Bhasa term for Kathmandu is Yen. The Nepali name Kathmandu comes from Kasthamandap, a building that stood in Kathmandu Durbar Square and was completely destroyed by the April 2015 Nepal Earthquake. The building has since been reconstructed. In Sanskrit, Kāṣṭha means wood and Maṇḍapa means pavilion. This public pavilion, also known as Maru Satta in Newari, was rebuilt in 1596 by Biseth in the period of King Laxmi Narsingh Malla. The three-storey structure was made entirely of wood and used no iron nails nor supports. According to legend, all the timber used to build the pagoda was obtained from a single tree. The city is called Kāṣṭhamaṇḍap in a vow that Buddhist priests still recite to this day. During medieval times, the city was sometimes called Kāntipur, which is derived from two Sanskrit words – Kānti meaning beauty and Pur meaning a place which gives the city the name meaning city of light.

Among the indigenous Newar people, Kathmandu is known as Yeṃ Dey, and Patan and Bhaktapur are known as Yala Dey and Khwopa Dey respectively. Yem is the shorter form of Yambu, which originally referred to the northern half of Kathmandu. The older northern settlements were referred to as Yambi while the southern settlement was known as Yangala. Archaeological excavations in parts of Kathmandu have found evidence of ancient civilisations. The oldest of these findings is a statue, found in Maligaon, that was dated at 185 AD. 

According to the Swayambhu Purana, present-day Kathmandu was once a huge and deep lake named Nagdaha, as it was full of snakes. The lake was cut drained by Bodhisattva Manjushri with his sword, and the water was evacuated out from there. He then established a city called Manjupattan, and made Dharmakar the ruler of the valley land. After some time, a demon named Banasura closed the outlet, and the valley again turned into a lake. Krishna came to Nepal, killed Banasura, and again drained out the water by cutting the edge of Chobhar hill with this Sudarshana Chakra. He brought some cowherds along with him and made Bhuktaman the king of Nepal. Kotirudra Samhita of Shiva Purana, Chapter 11, Shloka 18 refers to the place as Nayapala city, which was famous for its Pashupati Shivalinga. The name Nepal probably originates from this city Nayapala.

The Licchavis from Vaisali in modern-day Bihar, migrated north and defeated the Kirats, establishing the Licchavi dynasty, circa 400 AD. During this era, following the genocide of Shakyas in Lumbini by Virudhaka, the survivors migrated north and entered the forest monastery, masquerading as Koliyas. From Sankhu, they migrated to Yambu and Yengal or Lanjagwal and Manjupattan and established the first permanent Buddhist monasteries of Kathmandu. This created the basis of Newar Buddhism, which is the only surviving Sanskrit-based Buddhist tradition in the world. With their migration, Yambu was called Koligram and Yengal was called Dakshin Koligram during most of the Licchavi era. Eventually, the Licchavi ruler Gunakamadeva merged Koligram and Dakshin Koligram, founding the city of Kathmandu. 

The city was designed in the shape of Chandrahrasa, the sword of Manjushri, surrounded by eight barracks guarded by Ajimas. One of these barracks is still in use at Bhadrakali, in front of Singha Durbar. The city served as an important transit point in the trade between India and Tibet, leading to tremendous growth in architecture. 

The Licchavi era was followed by the Malla era. Rulers from Tirhut, upon being attacked by the Delhi Sultanate, fled north to the Kathmandu valley. They intermarried with Nepali royalty, and this led to the Malla era. The devastating earthquake which claimed the lives of a third of Kathmandu’s population led to the destruction of most of the architecture of the Licchavi era and the loss of literature collected in various monasteries within the city. Despite the initial hardships, Kathmandu rose to prominence again and, during most of the Malla era, dominated the trade between India and Tibet and the Nepali currency became the standard currency in trans-Himalayan trade. During the later part of the Malla era, Kathmandu Valley comprised four fortified cities: Kantipur, Lalitpur, Bhaktapur, and Kirtipur. These served as the capitals of the Malla confederation of Nepal and competed with each other in the arts, architecture, esthetics, and trade, resulting in tremendous development. 

The Gorkha Kingdom ended the Malla confederation after the Battle of Kathmandu in 1768. This marked the beginning of the modern era in Kathmandu. The Battle of Kirtipur was the start of the Gorkha conquest of the Kathmandu Valley. Kathmandu was adopted as the capital of the Gorkha empire, and the empire itself was dubbed Nepal. During the early part of this era, Kathmandu maintained its distinctive culture. The Rana rule over Nepal started with the Kot massacre of 1846. During this massacre, most of Nepal’s high-ranking officials were massacred by Jung Bahadur Rana and his supporters. Another massacre, the Bhandarkhal Massacre, was also conducted by Kunwar and his supporters in Kathmandu. During the Rana regime, Kathmandu’s alliance shifted from anti-British to pro-British; leading to the construction of the first buildings in the style of Western European architecture. The Rana rule was marked by despotism, economic exploitation and religious persecution. 

Located in the northwestern part of the Kathmandu Valley to the north of the Bagmati River, Kathmandu covers an area of 50.7 sq km with an average elevation of 1,400 m. The city is bounded by several other municipalities of the Kathmandu valley: south of the Bagmati by Lalitpur Metropolitan City or Patan, with which it forms one urban area surrounded by a ring road, to the southwest by Kirtipur and to the east by Madyapur Thimi. To the north the urban area extends into several municipalities; Nagarjun, Tarakeshwor, Tokha, Budhanilkantha, Gokarneshwor and Kageshwori Manohara. However, the urban agglomeration extends well beyond the neighbouring municipalities, and nearly covers the entire Kathmandu Valley.

Kathmandu is dissected by eight rivers, the main river of the valley, the Bagmati and its tributaries, of which the Bishnumati, Dhobi Khola, Manohara Khola, Hanumante Khola, and Tukucha Khola are predominant. The mountains from where these rivers originate have passes which provide access to and from Kathmandu and its valley. The ancient trade route between India and Tibet that passed through Kathmandu enabled a fusion of artistic and architectural traditions from other cultures to be amalgamated with local art and architecture. The monuments of Kathmandu City have been influenced over the centuries by Hindu and Buddhist religious practices. The architectural treasure of the Kathmandu valley has been categorised under the well-known seven groups of heritage monuments and buildings which in 2006 was declared as World Heritage Sites by UNESCO. 

Pashupatinath Temple is a famous 5th century Hindu temple dedicated to Lord Shiva. Located on the banks of the Bagmati River, Pashupatinath Temple is the oldest Hindu temple in Kathmandu and served as the seat of the national deity, Pashupatinath, until Nepal was secularised. A significant part of the temple was destroyed by Mughal invaders in the 14th century and little or nothing remains of the original 5th-century temple exterior. The temple as it stands today was built in the 19th century, although the image of the bull and the black four-headed image of Pashupati are at least 300 years old. The temple complex consists of 518 small temples and a main pagoda house. It is believed that the Jyotirlinga housed in the Pashupatinath temple is the head of the body, which is made up of the twelve Jyotirlinga in India. The temple was made a UNESCO World Heritage Site in 1979 with Shivaratri, or the night of Shiva, the most important festival that takes place here, attracting thousands of devotees and holy men.

The temple stretches across both the banks of the beautiful and sacred Bagmati River on the eastern fringes of the capital city of Kathmandu. Only Hindus are allowed to enter the temple premises, non-Hindus are allowed to view the temple only from the across the Bagmati River. The priests who perform the services at this temple are Brahmins from Karnataka in southern India and have been serving the temple since the time of the Malla king Yaksha Malla. This tradition is believed to have been started at the request of Adi Shankara who sought to unify the states of Bhāratam, a region in south Asia believed to be ruled by a mythological king Bharata, by encouraging cultural exchange. This procedure is followed in other temples around India, which were sanctified by Adi Shankara.

The temple has four entrances in the four geographical directions. The main entrance is situated in the west and is the only one that is opened daily while the other three remain closed except during festival periods. Only Nepali practising Buddhists and practising Hindus are permitted to enter the temple courtyard. Practising Hindus who have descended from the west, along with other non-Hindu visitors, except Jain and Sikh communities with Indian ancestry, are not permitted to enter the temple complex. The others are allowed to have a glimpse of the main temple from the adjacent bank of the Bagmati River and are charged a nominal fee to visit the plethora of smaller temples that adorn the external premises of the Pashupatinath temple complex. No devotee is allowed to step into the innermost Garbhagriha. However, they are allowed to see the idol from the premises of the outer sanctum.

There are many legends that are attached to the Pashupatinath Temple. In the cow’s tale, Lord Shiva and Goddess Parvati once transformed themselves into antelopes and visited the dense forest on the eastern bank of the Bagmati River. Enamoured with the beauty of the place, Lord Shiva decided to stay back as a deer. The other deities soon came to know of this and pestered him to resume his divine form by gripping one of his horns, which broke in the process. This broken horn used to be worshipped as a Shivalinga but was buried and lost after a few years. Several centuries later, a herdsman found one of his cows showering milk on the site. Astonished, he dug deep into the site only to find the divine Shivalinga.

According to Gopalraj Aalok Vamsavali, the oldest chronicle of Nepal, the Pashupatinath Temple was constructed by Supushpa Deva, one of the Lichchavi rulers who ruled way before King Manadeva. Another story is that Pashupatinath Temple was already present in the form of a linga shaped Devalaya before Supushpa Deva’s arrival. He constructed a five-storey temple for Lord Shiva on that spot. As days rolled by, the necessity for the renovation of the holy shrine arose, before it was finally reconstructed by King Shivadeva. Later, King Ananta Malla added a roof to it. 

The temple is built in the pagoda style of architecture, with cubic constructions and carved wooden rafters or tundals on which they rest, and two-level roofs made of copper and gold. The main complex of the temple is constructed in the Nepalese pagoda architectural style. The roof is made of copper and are gilded with gold, while the main doors are coated with silver. The main temple houses a gold pinnacle, known as Gajur, and two Garbhagrihas. While the inner garbhagriha is home to the idol of Lord Shiva, the outer area is an open space that resembles a corridor. The prime attraction of the temple complex is the sizable golden statue of Lord Shiva’s vehicle – Nandi the bull.

Bound with a serpent covered in silver, the prime deity is a Mukhalinga made of stone which rests upon a silver yoni base. The Shiva Lingam is one metre high and has four faces in four directions, each representing a different aspect of Lord Shiva, namely – Sadyojata or Varun, Tatpurusha, Aghora, and Vamadeva or Ardhanareeswara. Another imaginative face of Ishana is believed to point towards the zenith. Each face is said to represent the five primary elements, which include air, earth, ether, fire, and water. Tiny hands protrude out from each face and are shown to be holding a kamandalu in the left hand and a rudraksha mala in the right. The idol is decked in golden attire, or vastram.

The most extraordinary feature of the Pashupatinath Temple is that the main idol can be touched only by four priests. Two sets of priests carry out the daily rites and rituals in the temple, the first being the Bhandari and the second being the Bhatt priests. The Bhatt are the only ones who can touch the deity and perform the religious rites on the idol, while the Bhandaris are the caretakers of the temple.

The temple is usually full of the elderly who believe that those who die in the temple are reincarnated as human beings, and all the misconducts of their previous lives are forgiven. The temple is open from 9 to 11 am when all four doors of the temple are opened during the abhisheka time and is the only time when all the four faces of the Shiva Lingam are visible to devotees.

Visitors can purchase the basic abhishekam ticket from the counter at the entrance for NPR 1100. This covers various pujas including the Rudrabhisheka. The Abhisheka is performed depending on the direction from which the face of the deity is viewed. The temple is open from 4 am to 12 noon and then again between 5 to 9 pm. The inner courtyard is open between 4 am and 7 pm while the sanctum sanctorum is open during the temple opening hours. Apart from abhisheka time, devotees can worship from all the four entrances from 9:30 am to 1:30 pm. Entry is free for Indian and Nepali citizens while for foreigners and SAARC nationals, one needs to pay NPR 1000 per person. A guide will cost about NPR 1000 who will walk visitors through the temple complex and talk about the traditions and rituals of the Pashupatinath temple.

Budhanilkantha Temple is an open-air shrine located at the foothills of the Shivpuri Hill in Kathmandu Valley. It is dedicated to Lord Vishnu and houses an exceptional idol of the presiding deity seen in a reclining posture in a pool of water. It is the largest stone statue in Nepal. The temple attracts not just devotees but also tourists in large numbers, especially during the occasion of Haribondhini Ekadashi Mela, which is held annually on the 11th day of Kartik month of the Hindus, usually in October or November. 

The name Budhanilkantha literally means ‘old blue throat’ and is believed to be sculpted during the reign of Vishnu Gupta, a monarch who served under the King of the valley of Kathmandu, King Bhimarjuna Dev, in the 7th century. It is believed the statue was discovered by a farmer and his wife while ploughing a field. As they were ploughing, they struck something and blood started oozing out of the ground. On digging further, they found a gigantic idol of Lord Vishnu. There’s also a legend about a curse of visiting the temple. King Pratap Malla is said to have had a vision which made him believe that the Kings would die if they visited the temple. Therefore, no King ruling Nepal ever visited this temple.

The idol has been reclining on Sheshnaag floating in a pool of water for years and is believed to be a miracle. After the mid-1900s, a small sample of the idol was tested and it was found that it is low-density silica-based stone with properties similar to the lava rock. The temple can be combined with a trip to the Shivpuri National Park. The Budhanilkantha Temple is open from 6 am to 6 p, and the morning rituals start at 7 am.

Once the royal palace of the Malla kings and the Shah dynasty, Hanuman Dhoka is a complex of ancient structures with some as old as mid 16th century. Located in the Darbar Square of Kathmandu, it is locally known as Hanuman Dhoka Darbar, the name of which is derived from an antique idol of Lord Hanuman near the main entrance of an ancient palace. ‘Dhoka’ which means door in the local language, Hanuman Dhoka is spread over  5 acres and was severely destroyed during the 2015 earthquake. 

The entrance of the complex is located on the west end of the durbar and has an ancient statue of Lord Hanuman on the left side of the palace. Covered in orange gauze, it is believed that Lord Hanuman protects the palace. Every day, many devotees visit the statue to offer their prayers. The vermillion smeared statue is one of the oldest structures in the complex. Another statue right next to Lord Hanuman is that of Narasimha gorging on a demon Hiranyakashipu, built during the reign of King Pratap Malla. The outside of the palace has an inscription on a tablet made of stone. It is etched in fifteen different languages and is believed that if the inscriptions are read correctly, the tablet will ooze out milk.

The east side of Hanuman Dhoka houses the Nasal Chok Courtyard dedicated to Lord Shiva. King Birendra Bir Bikram Shah was crowned in this area of the complex in 1975. The courtyard has intricately carved wooden frames, doorways with carvings of Hindu deities, and beautiful windows. The door leads to the private chambers of King Malla and an audience chamber. A Maha Vishnu Temple once existed on this side of the complex which was destroyed in an earthquake in 1934. The eastern wall now bears a beautiful painting of Lord Vishnu in a verandah. One can check out the throne of King Malla and beautiful portraits of the Shah Kings here. This section also has a Panchmukhi Hanuman Temple and a nine-story tower called the Basantpur Tower.

A little ahead is the Mul Chowk which is dedicated to Goddess Taleju Bhawani. The Mallas were ardent believers of Goddess Taleju. This section has some shrines and is considered to be the best place to perform certain important rituals. The temple is located on the south of the courtyard and has a golden Torana or a door garland. As one enters, they would see several images of Goddesses Ganga and Yamuna before reaching the idol of the presiding Goddess inside the ancient triple-roofed structure.

The northern section of the palace has the Sundari and the Mohan Chok which are no longer open for the tourists. The Mohan Chok was the residential courtyard for the kings during the reign of the Malla Kings. In fact, only the princes born in this part of the palace were considered as an heir to the throne. This courtyard houses the Sun Dhara, a golden waterspout. The water is believed to have originated from Budhanilkantha and was, therefore, used by the Kings to perform ablutions. The section on the south-east of this courtyard is where one can find four watchtowers. These towers were built during the reign of the first Gorkha King, King Prithvi Narayan Shah in 1768. His royal family stayed at the palace till the late 1800s before relocating to the Narayanhiti Palace in Kathmandu.

Hanuman Dhoka houses museums where one can get a glimpse into the history and lifestyle of Nepali royalty. These are the Tribhuwan Museum, the King Mahendra Memorial Museum, the King Birendra Museum, and the Palace Museum. One can find exhibits of artefacts belonging to the king, from ancient coins, dazzling jewels, exquisite thrones, fascinating stone and woodwork, furniture, striking weapons, and intricate carvings from the temples. The museums also have recreations of the king’s personal quarters. A section of the grand museums also exhibits details about significant changes that have played a major role in charting its history. History buffs would find this place to be a rich source of information from the old times in Nepal. The museum is open from 10:30 am to 4:30 pm, Tuesdays to Saturdays and from 10:30 am to 2:30 pm on Sundays. Its is closed on Mondays. Entry fees are  NPR 750 per person for foreigners and NPR 150 per person for SAARC Citizens