Tell your personal story. It left me blank for three days as what should I write or where should I start from. I was confused as what am I supposed to share. Whenever I read about people and their past lives I find most of them either complaining for their by gone childhood days or the resources that they lacked to lead a comfortable life. But in my case it’s a different story.
I am a happy go lucky girl. This might be too flashy but No I am indeed, ‘happy go lucky’ types. Being born as a girl child in a country where discrimination based on gender is so at its peak I was fortunate to be born to my parents. I got enrollment in to St. Mary’s high school which is internationally renowned for its excellence in girls’ education and tops the chart of the best schools in Nepal. Twelve years of schooling in girl’s school provided me an ample opportunities of freedom, to understand myself, to know my interest, my weaknesses and strength and relate those with other girls. Whenever we were taken for educational tours other places, my conscience always stood alert about what I was gifted with, and what others like me did not have access to. During my teenage, I was more inclined towards social work field but had no clue where and how to work start. Then came my days of bachelor’s level (I’ll graduate this year. YEAH!!!). The course bachelors in development studies offer the opportunity of field visit outside the valley for a week every semester. During every field study I found myself becoming more conscious towards the resources that I was provided with as compared to those in the field. I would be enjoying the scenic beauty of that place while people from the same place identify their topography as a hindrance for their livelihood. I would be conducting household survey when a bunch of women were forced to walk miles every day just to fetch two buckets of water and so on. So in short I could see the differences in the perception of people towards development and other issues. I needed some platform to express the things that was going inside me so I started writing/blogging.
Moreover, I work in a youth organization where my colleague Ms Anjana Luitel was also writing for Wordpulse. Her writings and way of expressing things really encouraged me to write. So one fine night when we were in Jumla (a very remote valley of mid western Nepal), for research, I wrote the content for my first ever blog. So, I must thank her for this. I could personally feel her steps towards perfection in writing and expressing after being involved in wordpulse. I learnt from her in number of ways about current social issues and what could be done. She informed me about wordpulse. Today am here, happy and lucky to be a part of it. Below is the link for my first ever blog.Enjoy.http://kritabhattarai.blogspot.com/2010/12/making-silly-mistake.htmlVoices of Our Future Application: Your Journey and Vision