Sunrise View seen From Sarangkot Pokhara

Featured Photography(@Sameer Kattel).

The early morning sun

Featured Photography(@Sameer Kattel).

Mountain range showing Machapuchre and Annapurna I

Featured Photography(@Sameer Kattel).

Moth on the Pasture of Chitlang, Nepal

Featured Photography(@Sameer Kattel).

Hanging Moss in way to Chitlang, Nepal

Featured Photography(@Sameer Kattel).

Nature at Dawn

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Amazing Spider

Featured Photography(@Shauran Sunwar).

Tuesday, December 13, 2016

Portrait of Marilyn Monroe 2

Portrait of Marilyn Monroe 2
Caption: Marilyn Monroe
P.S Sketched by Sameer Kattel

Marilyn Monroe was an American model and actress famous for playing "dumb blonde" characters. She became one of the world's biggest and most enduring sex symbols. Although she was a highly paid actress for only a decade, her films grossed more than $200 million. She died an unexpected death on August 5, 1962, due a drug overdose. She continues to be considered a major popular culture icon.

Saturday, November 5, 2016

The Swyambhunath Stupa: Pride of Nepal

Beautiful Painting of Swyambhunath by Mahendra Khadka
Caption: Swyambhunath Stupa
P.S. Painted by Mahendra Khadka

Swyambhunath is an old holy architecture atop a hill in the Kathmandu Valley. The Tibetan name for the site is 'Sublime Trees' (Wylie: Phags.pa Shing.kun), on the many species of trees found on the hill surrounding the stupa. However, Shing.kun may be a corruption of the local Nepal Bhasa name for the complex Singgu, meaning 'self-sprung.' Swayambhunath occupies a central position for Buddhist people and is probably the most sacred place among Buddhist pilgrimage sites. 

The Swayambhunath consists of a stupa some even dating back to the Licchavi period. A Tibetan monastery, library and museum are most the recent additions. The stupa possesses Buddha's eyes and eyebrows painted on it. Between them, the number one (in Devanagari script) is decorated in the fashion of a nose. The site has two entrance points: a long stairway with 365 steps leading directly to the main floor of the temple, which is from the top of the hill to the east and a car road which goes around the hill from the south leading to the southwest entrance.
According to the Swayambhu Purana, the entire valley was once filled with a huge lake out of which grew a magnificent lotus. The beautiful valley then came to be known as "Swayambhu" which means "Self-Created." The name originates from an eternal, self-existent flame (svyaṃbhu) over which a sūpa was built later.

Swayambhunath is also known as "The Monkey Temple." It is because there are a huge number of holy monkeys living in the northwest parts of the temple. They are called holy because Manjushri, the bodhisattva of wisdom and learning, had raised the hill, which the Swayambhunath Temple stands on. It is said that he was supposed to leave his hair short, but he made it grow long and had lice grow in it. It is also said that the head's lice later transformed into monkeys.

It is said that Manjusri once had a vision of the Lotus at Swayambhu and traveled there to worship it. Seeing that the valley can be a good settlement and accessible to human pilgrims, he cut a gorge at a place which is presently known as Chovar. The water drained out of the lake leaving the valley in which Kathmandu lies today. The Lotus then transformed into a hill and the flower became the Swayambhunath stupa.

Monday, October 31, 2016

Mother: Our Living Goddess

Its a pensil sketch of a mother holding her child on her lap
Caption: A Mother holding her child o her lap to make him clam
P.S. Sketch by Utsav Adhikari

Monday, October 24, 2016

Beauty Lies in the Eyes of Beholders

This is a painting of a natural scene painted by Mahendra Khadka using water-colour. It is a beautiful painting with all the natural elements. covered.
Caption: Beauty of nature with hand and brush
P.S. Painted By Mahendra Khadka

Friday, September 23, 2016

Mother's Love: A Purest form of Love

 I indeed found my another sketch which I had drawn a year before the Splashed Rose. This may not be as beautiful as other drawings i have posted but obviously conveys a message deeper then any other drawings of mine; A true form of love, Mother's Love.

Itt is a sketch depecting aemence love between a mother and her child. In the sketch the mother s holding her baby tightly showing her love and care.
P.S Sketched by Sameer Kattel

Thursday, September 8, 2016

Materialism: Something I like to transcend with Virtues


          In the vagueness of this worldly order, people have often materialized the word achievement into ranks, medals, certificates, awards and stages. And it was what my mind had been filled up with. It’s not like I am not fond of it or I don’t have any. It's only like I don’t really accept them as my achievements. Transcending those beliefs, achievements for me have always been the symbol of one’s completeness; each of them adding to what he earlier was to declare a perfect shape. A man’s physical structure is filled out physically at his birth, but what the true completeness is the purity of soul that he seeks throughout his life, which seems impossible to obtain without good virtues and life skills. And winning them is what I call the true achievement.

          I was only ten when I was sent away to a hostel. Till then mom and dad were the ones to steer me. Like many others, I still had weaknesses and shortcomings. I, who feared the outer world so much, had to stand now on my own; I had to change. Away from home, I obviously had hard times teaching myself the things I could hardly get in those textbooks. I had to build up my guts to overcome my fear and endure every hardship I had to go through in life. I had to learn to believe in myself and never give up. I had to work hard. Discipline, which I say- I inherited from my parents, along with my self-motivation, was the most and only helpful tools I had, to bring about the change.


          Struggling hard to find so-called achievements such as the first rank in class, medals and certificates; it’s what everyone does and I was not an exception. But what I truly urged all those years were the qualities that would shape me; make my own identity. Nobility, hard work, courage, spirituality, a passionate dream, positive vibes and life skills were all I always looked up to. Of course, perfecting all these was far beyond my reach. It was as if a child attempting to touch the sky standing on solid ground. Nevertheless, I always believed in the existence of horizons. Every time I pushed myself, ‘I am almost there, a little more to go.” And it turned out to be rewarding. It took me a while since I had to grow up into a man with the virtues and life skills I dreamed of and people around have started recognizing me. It may sound outrageous for a twenty years boy to call himself a man. But I made the bold move to call myself so; for I have gained the most noteworthy treasure to be a man, the most significant accomplishment of my liveliness.

Sunday, August 7, 2016

Is Watching Anime Good? What if its Absolutely Inspirational?

People often say seeing anime spoils children and many do not let their children watch anime. However, I think they may be wrong some way or the other. Here I have shared a story of mine; How a simple anime has inspired me!..... Who knows it may inspire you and your children as well! If it does please do share with your friends and relatives......

Episodes I watched; my eyes were always wide open with astonishment, but still gazing at the screen of the laptop in front of me. How could simply an animated series be so inspiring? How could an animated character like him be so perfect?
A couple of months after my high school finals, a friend of mine handed me 30 episodes of it, saying it would be fun watching and perhaps the word ‘fun’ he mentioned made me check them out. It was the series of Naruto and all I knew about it was the name of two characters, Naruto, and Sasuke. It was really a fun watching those episodes with almost all amazing and talented ninjas and amidst them stood him. Naive, troublesome and whatever the people in the Hidden village of Leaf called; he was Naruto Uzumaki, performing reckless activities all around the village merely to get noticed. Initially, there was nothing to go crazy about him; nevertheless, he still caught my attention right at my first sight. Not because he was the main character, but maybe he was different. And that's why he was able to insight me the real meaning of my existence; dedication and determination to pursue my dreams and to protect my loved ones. I wonder how he was able making a greater impact on me than on my friends who had watched it. Might be they watched it just for fun, but I had found something more to think about.
Of course, Naruto often used to do things without passing on a single thought and mistakes were inseparable. But every mistake he made and every mission he f­­­ailed, he learned, he stood up. Ignored by almost everyone, he still had the guts to chase his dream of becoming a Hokage and the vivid desire to never give up which made him always my hero. Shouldering every responsibility that came across and standing firm on everyone’s belief, I invariably found myself a mirage of his; a reflection that was constantly motivated to march towards excellence. He taught me life is not always full of people admiring us neither it is that easy to reach a dream. Challenges and hurdles trip us. But what counts is not the failure but the courage to face them and the urge to succeed. And believing in self is the only way you acquire them. That was his ninja way which inspired me to make it mine.
The episodes produced over one after another, and so did my whim to watch more. Sometimes even tears rolled seeing, how could there be such a friend, ready to tear himself apart to save the other. It was Naruto who put all his effort to bring back Sasuke, his best friend, no matter what situation he had to go through. He reminded me the value of friendship and the bond in-between. Besides, what I admire most about him is his ability to influence people and even evils. Some of my friends believe in my similar ability, but for me he is better because he is my hero, he is perfect.
His dedication has paid off and so will mine. Surpassing his father, The Fourth Hokage, and Master Jiraiya, The legendary Sanin, he is now the hero of his village; his first step towards his dream. He hasn't given up on Sasuke either. And never will I give up on my dreams because my hero has entrusted me with his courage and devotion. He has made me feel our resemblance in some characters. And the rest, which only he possesses have become the image for me to copy, one of my dreams. With lots more episodes to watch, I still want to see what more inspiration he would bring in me and what more lessons he would teach.
-Sameer Kattel ©2015

Tuesday, July 19, 2016

Astonished Baby Boy: Isn't his smile attractive?

This is the 6th sketch from my collection.

P.S Sketched by Sameer Kattel




3D Horse: Time to see through different Dimensions

This is the 5th sketch of my collection. Drop if any suggestion in the comment box below.

Caption: 3D HorseP.S Sketched by Sameer Kattel


Amazing Eyes: Hyper Realistic Art of a Beautiful lady

This is the 3rd sketch of my collection. Any suggestions are heartily welcomed in the comment box below.

P.S Sketched by Sameer Kattel

Drenched: Is it with Emotions?


This is the 3rd sketch of my collection. Isn't it beautiful? let me know in the comment box below.

Caption: Drenched GirlP.S Sketched by Sameer Kattel

Sunday, February 14, 2016

Portrait of Marilyn Monroe

This is the second sketch of my collection. How is it? Please let me know if you have any suggestions in the comment box below.

Portrait of Marilyn Monroe
Caption: Marilyn Monroe
P.S Sketched by Sameer Kattel

Marilyn Monroe was an American model and actress famous for playing "dumb blonde" characters. She became one of the world's biggest and most enduring sex symbols. Although she was a highly paid actress for only a decade, her films grossed more than $200 million. She died an unexpected death on August 5, 1962, due a drug overdose. She continues to be considered a major popular culture icon.

Splashed Rose: What a heart touching beauty!

Splashed Rose: What a heart touching beauty!

This is the first drawing of my sketch collection I have been recently preparing. 

This is a sketch of a rose in watery form. It seems in the sketch that the rose is formed as water is splashed away giving a beautiful  outcast, Its looks  amazing.
P.S Sketched by Sameer Kattel

Thursday, January 7, 2016

Last: A part of me

“Ayan wake up. It’s 7:30 already. You know what we are supposed to do today, don’t you?
              Ayan and I were roommates since we started our +2 at Global College of Management. We completed our BBA from the same college and we were looking for a job together.
       “Ooo… let me sleep. Please!”
“Hey, don’t you want to go for interview?” I woke Ayan up.
             He hurriedly woke up, washed his face and got ready for the interview. Till then, I read the newspaper lying on the table. Many new job vacancies were announced as usual and we were going for one of those, we chose two days ago. We inquired and now we are going for the interview.
             We left the house, I mean our rent room. Ayan had a bike, pulsar 220. So he rode. On our way we dropped by a café and had a cup of coffee. We proceeded again. Long Way to Baneshwor, we had to reach Ncell costumer care service head office. We both were applying for the post of assistant manager and were supposed to be posted to Biratnagar if selected. Passing Koteshwor, Min Bhawan and Tinkune we were on our way to the destination. It was going to be our first job; we thought to be, despite many of our applications and interviews. Both of us were so excited and a bit nervous as well. Soon we reached the head office. We were supposed to be there at 10:30am and by now it was only 10:20. “Thank God “; I was very much thankful to the Almighty for we reached in time. Yes, so much grateful.
             We both went in and sat on the bench outside the CEO's cabin with all other applicants around us. Many of them were applying for the same post, about 50 so far I counted. Ayan was the sixth fellow and me two to three no. behind him. At 10:45 interview started. We were all waiting our turn, all silent and so humble, though Ayan was never so. He always wanted to keep talking about sth or the other. But for me, I remain quiet and thoughtful all the time.
             We both were checking our CV and other testimonials for the last time and somebody happened to call out “Who is Ayan Chawan? It’s your turn now.” Now it was time. Ayan got up and managed his tip top suit. I wished him best of luck and he went in.
             There were two more applicants before me. Oh, sorry, perhaps three. But I could only see two of them in front. I was still waiting for my turn. A while later Ayan came out with a sweet smile on his face. He said that his interview went well and was glad for that. He then went out to get some fresh air while I kept waiting for my turn.  
             The next guy went in. The second was still there. Looking for the third one, my eyes went to the receptionist. A young lady of around 22, I guess, hurried into the hall and went to the desk of the receptionist. I could hardly see her face. I guess she was inquiring about sth.
             The guy came out of the cabin with his face down and clouded appearance. “Perhaps sth went wrong with him in the interview.” I thought. By then, the lady had come and sat beside me. I could hardly look towards her for any reason
       “Excuse me.” A sweet sound made its way through  the air and struck my eardrum. I turned to look around if someone was calling me.
       “Yes, you. Are you here for an interview?” she asked.
Could utter nothing more than “O yeah, and you?” as I turned towards her.
” O God! What have you made what a beauty! What a creation! “I liked to add but suppressed my words. Her hairs were laid down crawling down her forehead. Her mysterious beauty was pondering through her eyes. And her childish smile mesmerized me. I was lost, really lost somewhere, I never knew.
       “Are we here for same post?” she murmured
“You too are applying for the same post I am applying for, that’s great. It would be fun together.” I happened to say, but in a low voice.
       “What! You said sth?” she asked.
“Yeah, same post I guess.” I replied. At the same time to be fair, I only wished we two were selected rather than Ayan.
“Is it your first interview?” I asked.
       “Yeah, first. How did you know? You guessed again?”
“You seem more nervous than usual people. That’s why.” I replied.
       “That’s true. I just completed my BBA and am looking for a job when I happened to come here.” She said.
            I could hardly pop out a word out of my mouth looking at her. So, I turned my face off and try looking around. But her untouched beauty always made my head turn and peep through the corner of my eyes. She would sometime stroke her hair out of her forehead with her finger and hook them to her ears and sometimes turn the pages of her documents. She was gorgeous, not less than an angel, and I really mean it. I tried to peep out her name from one of those pages, but all in vein.
       “What about you? Is it your first try?” the silence broke.
“Not first. I have tried a few places earlier.  Are you feeling nervous?” I asked.
       “Yes, a bit. It’s my first try so. Sth that makes me feel comfortable when I am in?” she asked.
“Sure. Just be honest to yourself and say whatever you think is right in front of the board. Have faith in yourself. Think you can do it and now cheer up.”
           Our conversation took a break. Again the man came out of the cabin. “Shreya Gautam” he called out. It was no other then her.
“Wow! Her name is Shreya. I knew it.  Yes!” I thought. She got up and collected everything she had.
       “Am I looking good?” she asked.
            I was stunned with nothing to say.”Yes, brilliant and prettiest among all.” I wanted to say but “Yeah, fine. Now hurry up and get in.” slipped out of my tongue with my eyes wide open.
       “Thanks a lot,” she said.
“For what”
       “For your advice. You helped me build my confidence level.” She then hurried to the cabin. Reaching the door, she turned waiting to say thanks once more I guess and I could do no more than thumbs up.
             I sat still, stunned with Goosebumps on my hands and feet. What was she, a dream or a reality? I could hardly identify. I was lost, lost in the sea of her pondering beauty and in the silence around. A sudden pat on my back woke me up as if I was asleep dreaming. It was Ayan.
       “What happened? Is everything alright? When is your turn? He asked all at once.
“Yeah, fine. After this.” I murmured.
            A few moments later the man, whom I thought was a PA, called out “Samar Khanal”. I was called. I collected my documents and checked my dress.
“Everything good.” I asked.
       “Yeah, better. Best of luck. Do well.”Ayan said and I hurried in.
              I was on my way to the cabin when I happened to meet her again. Her interview was over.
“How was it?” I asked.
       “Great and thank you so much once again.” She waved her hand and so did I.
              I went in with a hope of meeting one more time after the interview.  The interview went fab. Better than ever. Out of the cabin with a smile on my face looked out for her but in vain. She had already left. The wide open mouth got closed. She was gone.
            Both of us, Ayan and I were happy that day for a successful interview. However, for me it was a more special day God gifted me.
“Thank you God. Thanks so much once more for granting a beautiful day.” I thanked God once more and you left for home.
           I tried searching her, but could get no detail. A week later the result of the interview was published and both of us, Ayan and me, were shortlisted. Both of us were posted to Biratnagar as per the form we had felt, but had no idea about her. “Was she appointed?”


          However, now the things have entirely changed. I am settled. I completed my MBA and got promoted to the post of managing director of the company. Just a few years back, I got married to one of the employees in the same company. Years have passed, but not the memories. Till date I could never forget that pious day and the one who was out of my dream and made me feel that no has ever made.