Development Journalism "a view and how it should be"

The term “development journalism” is used to refer to two different types of journalism. The first is a new school of journalism, which began to appear in the 1960s. The idea behind this type of development journalism is similar to investigative reporting, but it focuses on conditions in developing nations and ways to improve them. The other type of development journalism involves heavy influence from the government of the nation involved. While this type of development journalism can be a powerful tool for local education and empowerment, it can also be a means of suppressing information and restricting journalists.

The first type of development journalism attempts to document the conditions within a country so that the larger world can understand them. Journalists are encouraged to travel to remote areas, interact with the citizens of the country, and report. This type of development journalism also looks at proposed government projects to improve conditions in the country, and analyzes whether or not they will be effective. Ultimately, the journalist may come up with proposed solutions and actions in the piece, suggesting ways in which they might be implemented. Often, this type of development journalism encourages a cooperative effort between citizens of the nation and the outside world.

The second type of development journalism can walk a thin line. On the one hand, government participation in mass media can help get important information spread throughout the nation. Governments can help to educate their citizens and enlist cooperation on major development projects. However, a government can also use the idea of “development” to restrict freedom of speech for journalists. Journalists are told not to report on certain issues because it will influence the “development” of the nation in question, and therefore citizens are not actually being given access to the whole picture.

As a tool for social justice, development journalism can be very valuable. By speaking for those who cannot, a development journalist can inform the rest of the world about important issues within developing nations. Looking at the strengths and weaknesses of a country may also help identify ways in which the nation can be helped. This style of development journalism is a tool for empowerment.

When development journalism is used as a propaganda tool, however, it can become very dangerous. Many citizens are taught that the news is a reliable and useful source of information. For example, within a developing nation which has a corrupt government, journalistic exposes of the government are extremely important for reform. If journalists are not allowed to write about what is actually going on, the citizens are not well served. Several international press organizations release reviews every year, which look at the freedom of press in individual nations in an attempt to bring freedom of the press to all countries for this very reason.

A day at Book fair............

There are lots of students like me who would rather prefer learning things by watching. Reading books is like “not my cup of tea”. But this year I bought two books- “Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus” by John Gray and “Sold” by Patricia McCormick. It was a visit to 13th annual Educational and Book fair organized at Bhrikuti Mandap, Exhibition Road, Kathmandu. It was my first time to any book fair so was pretty amazed and lil’ bit of confusion to see how people in this fast world of internet and technology still go for the slowest medium to learn things. It was a part of field reporting so obviously I have to observe the expo and report to my supervisor. During the observation I came across various types of books interesting, boring, funny, and serious but I didn’t find any of the books useless. From economics and technology to learn English and Nepali alphabets; every kind was well managed.

The most interesting part was that there was a sort of software running in the LCD monitor that teaches how to learn the alphabets and I could see some children following the voice “A for Apple, B for Ball”; I literally stood there for 20 minutes and got lost in my nursery days. It was so nice to see a new way of learning and I was wondering if we could already use these technologies during the first days of schooling. Another interesting part was the scientific approaches of students. There were vivid colleges to expo these scientific things (Ahh!!! May be I’m just poor at it and I hate science). I could see some young group involved in all these creative works and the most fascinating one was ‘Electrical Jaanto’. Jaanto is a traditional device to grind corn and it was manually run consuming lots of mechanical power and time as well. But this new one also runs manually but just to switch on the device and rest you just have to wait and watch how amazingly it works. I and my friends were watching that and our mouth were just uttering Wow!

For me this expo had certainly made a difference. The thing I used to call as “not my cup of tea”; I started drinking sip by sip and realized how amazing and how fascinating it actually is-BOOKS. I just finished reading this “Sold” by Patricia McCormick and could feel me getting into it(which I finished in a day). It’s really amazing book basically describes life of a hilly girl named Laxmi and her journey from her playing days in her own village to a brothel in Calcutta, India. If anyone interested to read it, without any hesitation you can contact me.

A False Hope

It's a long journey
But I'm trudging along a hope within me
And as I look up at the stars in this lonely night
A memory of the past haunts me,
Like a shadow never leaving me
And I remember those blissful moments with you
This feels like dream
But no matter how hard I try
I can't reach you now
And I can't forget you too
For the love you gave me
For the hope you showed me
For the happiness you brought in my life
But before I could realize all this
You were already gone away from my life never to return
And it's too late now
To have you beside me
To have you back in my life
But still I'm trudging with a false hope
To be together again
To have you beside me once again
To have your love once again

Fading Past

"Love means each person is free to follow his or her own heart"

Looking at the interiors of the ring, I senesce about the memos remembering the day he bestowed it upon me. Reminding back those days brought an extra bliss with memories totally refreshing. But ever since our relation weakened all I could get is tears, blessing my vision every time. That's what he is doing steorly fading out of my life. I remember every moment I was with him, savoring his every move, smile and kiss. I never thought a person could be that precious to me. He was amazing and insensible, if hurt to look at him. But now it hurts to think of him. I memorized his face; dark eyebrows, black amazing eyes, tousled hair. His hands tan and strong could swallow my own. I had never loved anyone else the way I loved him.

The first time when I saw him after long days of quarrelling, I stood there quietly drinking him in and when I finally had him, I was almost in tears because I had never felt so alive, I don't know how long I stood there holding him, breathing in his scent with my face pressed against his shirt. I was left spell bound and I know I didn't want to left go. His only presence was a deep chasm that swept me into euphoria of his love. I cried bitterly, the day we parted, feeling utterly alone as I watched him ravishing away from life. I tasted the salt as I wept; feeling so angry at the world and at life that has chosen to be cruel and unfair, keeping aloof from each other. I thought my heart would break.

I sigh as I remember those painful memories, but I don't cry now. I have no tears left for him.

They say real love is forever. I don't know the exact definition of it, neither do I wish to know but he is as close as I have ever come to. He is gone now from my every memory and my dreams are all shattered by the harsh reality of the situation. I thought we were strong enough to make it. I was wrong he left; he took a piece of my heart with him.

For, a while, I could not eat or sleep, I felt so sick and empty. I didn't think I'd be able to go on without him. As I look back now- I see that it was a time of mourning- I was mourning the loss of relation that statue when I was in my teens and a year deep relation. I didn't think this hurt would ever end.

Then gradually, I understood the ways of life and are day I found that the sick feeling in my mind was all gone. I knew then, I was going to be okay, that I no longer needed him. I began to live my life again. As I look back, the only thing he ever gave me the entire time was tears and just tears that made me realize of my inner strength- the strength to hold back my tears and to hold on to myself even after facing the storm in my heart. I don't think I would have built up this self- confidence if he wouldn't have betrayed me, I just couldn't quite find it. Thank-x to him. Since then I was living my life normally but recently, what else more could happen, I saw him in a dance party with his new girl. For an instant, I couldn't let my eyes off his face. I smiled at my own fate thinking of how life plays so withy game on me. The first time I met him on a dance party itself and the last time, I'm thousand miles away from him. Today in three words I can sump up everything thing. I've teamed about life. "It goes on".

I smile as I remember him and then I gently slip the ring he gave and let it go.

MOM'S LOVE

When you were 1yr old, she fed you and bathed you.
You thanked her by crying all night long.

When you were 2yrs old, she taught you to walk.
You thanked her by running away when she called.

When you were 3yrs old, she made your all meals with love.
You thanked her by tossing the plate on the floor.

When you were 4yrs old, she gave you some crayons.
You thanked her by coloring the dining room table.

When you were 5yrs old, she dressed you for holidays.
You thanked her by plopping into the nearest.

When you were 6yrs old, she walked you to school.
You thanked her by screaming, I'M NOT GOING!

When you were 7yrs old, she bought you a x-ud ball.
You thanked her by throwing it through the next door-neighbours' window.

When you were 8yrs old, she handed you an icecream.
You thanked her by dripping it all over lap.

When you were 9yrs old, she paid for piano lessons.
You thanked her by never even bothering it to pratice.

When you were 10yrs old, she drove you all day, from soccer to gymnastics to one birthday party to another.
You thanked her by jumping out of the car and never looking back.

When you were 11, she took you and your friends to the movies.
Your thanked her by asking her to sit in different row.

When you were 12, she warned you not to watch certain TV shows.
You thanked her by waiting untill she left! the house.

When you were 13, she suggested a haircut.
You thank her by telling her she has no taste.

When you were 14, she paid a month away at the summer camp.
You thanked her by forgetting to write a single letter.

When you were 15, she came from work, looking for hug.
You thanked her by having your bedroom door locked.

When you were 16, she taught you how to drive a car.
You thanked her by taking every chance you could to drive and run away.

When you were 17, she was expecting an emergency call.
You thanked her by being on the phone all night long.

When you were 18, she cried at your high school graduation.
You thanked her by staying out partying untill dawn.

When you were 19, she paid for your college tuition, drove you to college.
You thanked her by saying outside the dorm so you wouldn't be embrassed infront of your friends.

When you were 20, she asked you whether you are seeing anyone.
You thanked her by saying, it's none of your business.

When you were 21, she suggested you some careers.
You thanked her by saying; I don't want to be like you.

When you were 22, she hugged you at your college graduation.
You thanked her by asking whether she could pay for a trip to Europe.

When you were 23, she gave you furniture for your 1st apartment.
You thanked her by telling your friends it was ugly.

When you were 24, she met your fiance and asked about plans for the future.
You thanked her by glaring and growling, Muuhhther, please!

When you were 25, she helped you to pay for your weeding.
You thanked her by moving half way across the country.

When you were 30, she called with some advice on your baby.
You thanked her by telling her, "Things are different now."

When you were 40, she called you to remind you of a relatives birthday.
You thanked her by saying you were really busy right now.

When you were 50, she fell ill and needed you to take care of her.
You thanked her by reading about the burden parents become to their children.

And then one day she quietly died. And everything you never did came crasing down like thunder on YOUR HEART.

BLACK

Come to world of dusk
Where I have been
Darkness is the color
I have always seen
I wonder if this dims- out
Is the very light
Because black and white
Is no disparate to my sight

I'm amidst generous people
Yet I live alone
Cared for like an animal
For the dimensions I have shown
So these people always pray
May tomorrow be my final day?
I can feel everything
Yet there is nothing I can say.

All I shout was for care
Which no one could ever share
When it came to loving me
It was not even rare
So I live on my own
As even my shadow they slack
There by I'm all alone
In my world of BLACK

Escape from reality

I sit alone in the corner of my room
Mourning the humans and their evil trends
Trying to make my life in bloom
With solitude, my only friend

The walls feel as though there are clasping in
Gulps of gaps are my so called breathe
My body shudders and all is dim
Waiting patiently for my arriving death

Now I feel easy and I feel free
No more of that agonizing pain and grief
With none of that eerie feeling engulfing me
I feel as like I'm abandoning a sinking ship

Drifting away from this cursed life
I'm able to hear and see,
The torment torture of where I used to thrive
Lives going to waste in absolute misery.