*Sometimes what you are looking for comes when you are not looking at all*

We had been spending each Saturday with The Ktm Drive since January of this year, with different events. We wanted to increase the number of activities compared to last year which involved us every weekend. The best parts of the events were not just spreading smiles and happiness but people from different areas meeting each other on a platform with the same purpose.It has always been nice to be seeing people connect with each other. There are times when we realize how small the town is when everyone knows everybody around! This is what happens mostly with our new members.

So, this Saturday, after long I was chilling at home in the weekend. Since there was no KTM Drive event planned for the day, I felt restless. There was something missing on my two day holidays. Since the drives had been a practice the day felt unusual. This thought of mine reminded me of the time when we were suppose to give gifts to certain kids at Kanti Bal hospital whom we had promised on Christmas. We asked the kids suffering from cancer about their wishes and the one thing that they wanted . We got them those on 25th December, 2015 and celebrated Christmas with them . There were some extra kids on that day and our gifts got over really quickly. We assured them that we would be back with the presents soon. We thought today would be the perfect day to execute this.

We had collected all the gifts but with the hectic schedule of each one of ours, we could not visit the hospital. Finally, we went to meet the kids . To our surprise, the wards were filled with new kids and we could hardly meet the children from the last time. We figured that families leave for their respective villages after the kids chemo session is finished. We gave out wishes of the kids who were present and had demanded the last time. We also surprised new patients with gifts. They were amazed to be receiving a present. The smile on the kid’s face was unforgettable, specially whom we gifted a toy aero plane. There is a charm when one’s wishes are fulfilled, but it goes to a different level when it isn’t expected. As we walked out of the hospital with a smile, we knew that our day ended perfectly. This is the magic of The Ktm Drive on its members.


  • Shikha

Our member’s thoughts, all in words~

It’s been quite a while since I wrote about  our last event. In all that time, we’ve been to different places to help out those in need. Old-Age homes, Children’s Hospital, Disabled Rehabilitation Centers, Earthquake affected areas and streets of Kathmandu. From the faces of the children of Dhuseni, Kavre which was one of the places that got hit badly by earthquakes where we distributed blankets to the faces of the mothers of the Old-Age homes where we distributed rations and some clothes, the smiles upon those faces is what keeps us going, the smiles fuel The Ktm Drive.


Well, this time, we went to Bangalamukhi, Mangalbazar and Batuk Bhairav scanning for people who are in need of clothes. This was our 69th Rucksack project. Bangalamukhi was the place where we first started our Rucksack project. If you don’t know what a Rucksack project is, it’s an event conducted by us where we prepare a bag that contains some clothes, foods and other useful items just like a rucksack and give them to people who are living on the streets and could use a little help to brighten up their day a little.

Shikha and Surbhi were already at Bangalamukhi, I was running a little late, luckily, Nimesh found me right in front of the Patan gate. Then, the four of us set out to put the plan in motion after briefly talking about it.

I, Nimesh and Surbhi went around the temple looking for people who could use some clothes and food while Shikha IMG_20160409_094328stayed back with the rucksacks. Most people there were just to visit Goddess Bangalamukhi and pray to her and lots of priests were inside the temple’s vicinity conducting various worshiping rituals for many people. The neighborhood around looked pretty badly hit by the earthquake as most of the houses were pretty old. Lots of cracked buildings and some had no walls and were abandoned. But, the temple looked pretty fine. There were a couple of old ladies, an old man and a couple of women with kids. We went to the women and offered her some clothes fit herself and her kids and some food to go along with. She accepted them happily so did the other woman. Then, we reached out with some saris and clothes that we thought she might like and some food. She and her friend accepted them happily. Then, we went on to the man in the corner behind the temple. He was in dirty clothes and definitely could use some clean clothes. He accepted the clothes and told us that he would change the clothes later in private. He had a cup of tea beside him and we have him a few packs of biscuits and asked his name. His name is Krishna Bahadur Lama and he was from Ramkot. A teardrop rolled down his cheek as he said there was no one in his life, he was all alone in this world with no home. It turned out that he was yet another victim of the earthquake. We gave him some more biscuits and told him to stay strong and positive. No one really knows what the future has in store for them.


After Krishna dai, we went around Mangal Bazar on the lookout for more people but we found no one who could use IMG_20160409_103815
some help over there. Then, we headed towards the Batuk Bhairav temple. We found an old couple at the door of the temple, Bishnu and Laxmi. We gave them few clothes and some food. They told us that they also had children and we gave them some more clothes for their children. We asked them about their life, what they do for the living etc. Bishnu works as a porter and said that there is no work these days, it’s hard to find jobs so he and his wife begs at the temple. His wife is weak and can’t work like Bishnu. Bishnu has head full of silver hair but he looked surprisingly energetic for his age. We decided to end our event here and head back home when a girl (who looked like a boy because of the short hair, I guess) asked for clothes peeking above the wall from within the temple premises. We had already given clothes that would’ve fit her to the couple. Her name was Kusum, we gave her some biscuits and upon questioning found out she was one of the daughters of Bishnu and Laxmi.


Well, The event went pretty well, we gave out lots of clothes and foods. However, the image of Krishna Bahadur Lama from Bangalamukhi was a sad reminder for us that people who lost their homes and families are still helpless even though it’s already been a year since the big one. The authorities responsible for the rehabilitation of the victims seem to be silent these days and the world has already started to forget that Nepal was struck by a massive earthquake which claimed more than 8,000 lives.

First, of the many more to come:*

It was my first time with the “The KTM Drive” group (The Greeners) where we visited Chahari, an organization DSCN1447which has been helping girls in their education aged 4 to 14.  It was a freezing Saturday morning, and keeping this chilly season in mind, and the lack of socks, mufflers, and warm caps on them, we decided that we get the kids those warm items.

Apart from recollecting about what we got for the kids, I would want to note about how I personally felt having myself among the kids there.

We entered Chahari, all the little girls greeted us “Namaste”.  When I heard their greetings, I had a feeling similar to what I had experienced when we were welcomed by the locals at a medical camp in one of the badly earthquake stricken areas which was not far from Kathmandu. I am unable to describe the feeling but I saw hope and joy on having an extra bit of helping hand.

After a quick round of introductions, ‘Aashish Dai’, so as the kids called me, loosened up a bit and was comfortable DSCN1493being among the kids and his new Greener friends.  Playing and learning time began; my team mates were two kids Parbati and Yunisha, both hardly five years old,  gave me a tough time making them attentive to the task in hand – identifying and arranging alphabets and pictures. Since, Parbati was slightly older than Yunisha, it was relatively easier to get her focused in the game. Whereas, Yunisha’s mind wandered to the fun that the other teams seem to be having while our team was stuck with the boring alphabets learning game.  The kids were expecting it to be more fun, but I didn’t have much tricks up my sleeves at that moment. All three of us wanted the alphabet game to end soon, which I found funny in a way.  Lesson – kids and adults seem less interested in just identifying and arranging the alphabets in proper order. Soon, was the cupcake time.


While the kids were enjoying every bit of the cupcake on one hand and holding a pencil on the other,I somehow figured out that both of them like drawing. Then, the fun began.  Making imaginary scenarios, I asked them to give me things I needed. For instance, I said ‘jaado bhayo, gham tapnu mann lagyo’ (I want to bask in the sun), then they would sketch a Sun for me, ‘ghumna jaanu mann lagyo’ (I want to roam around), then they would sketch a bi-cycle for me. The kids were laughing and enjoying every bit of my folly and I thought what more could I have wished for than watching the kids laugh and be happy. That was one of the most rewarding experiences for me. More games with other kids and the performances they showed us made me realize that the kids at Chahari are being groomed pretty well, just that they could use added resources.


I vividly remember the time spent with the kids there, typically Parbati who I believe had a good time laughing at my stupid jokes. Three hours passed so quickly and I wished I could have done more. Nevertheless, I feel virtuous about my first of the many more to come, with The Greeners.

  • Aashish

~Counting the blessings~

We were going to the old age home after a long time, for our 63rd event.  While I share our story about visiting the elderly, I feel that everyone knows the old age home which is situated next to the Pashupati premises whereas people hardly know the others. Ni sahaya seva sadan and the other old age homes require equal help when it comes to giving and helping out.


The art of giving is not only about giving materials at the organization, it is more about spending time and listening to their stories and experiences. As we reached Ni Sahaya Seva Sadan in Tinkune, we waited for the rest of the members to gather. The need of the organization was bed sheets for the elderly and that’s what we had got for them. We also bought oranges, ladoo’s and biscuits.


The meeting of the management was being conducted as we settled ourselves inside the building. We managed the bed sheets in pairs while an aama helped us fold them. We asked them if they remembered us and the ice cream treat. Some of them nodded and said a big yes while some of them had no idea about the events we had held past months. It wasn’t surprising for us as we had been visiting them once every four months, which was a long time to keep in mind.



Many loved the color of their bed sheets at the first go, and many wanted to change it and pick another one by their choice. All of them gave us blessings on being successful and added that we do not suffer from any diseases. Most of them pointed out time and again on how the situation becomes when the body is unhealthy.


“He listens to us ever day, we were wanting bed sheets and here, we got them” This is what one of the Aamas told us making us the messengers sent for them. Aamas were sharing their experiences with usIMG_20160116_133802 and most of them were making battis. They said they prepared 1000 pieces in a day if they worked continuously. Each one of them were doing different activities, one was applying mehndi to her hair while the other one was knitting. Many of them were basking in the sun. There were two aamas sitting on the floor who were teasing each other. It all started when one of them who suffered from Parkinson’s shook and all her food items shifted to the other aama.




Aama’s had real life incidents to say, they wanted someone to hear their journeys which was worth a million, the sound of their laughter was a bliss to hear to,their age, the wrinkles which indicated smiles. The smiles in their faces made me wonder on why their children would keep them far from them. I had no answers to my feelings which were getting weak but the amount of magical blessings that we received was unimaginable.


There is so much to give:*

Last few events at Ktm Drive has made me realize that there is so much to give, and the more that I have gotten involved in social activities, it feels that we have been doing such less work. There are kids who are struggling to live another day, physically challenged who have never experienced a full functioning body, many who cannot afford one time meal, and some who have never seen their parents.


All of this makes me wonder how granted we have taken our life and very few of us imagesare grateful about the things and people we are blessed with.  It makes me reason on how God could be unfair giving people so much pain. Aren’t all of us from the same creator, then why do we have such inequality?

There are many children who do not eat food without watching television and situations when parents are feeding their child are a common sight. Some waste a part of their meals and are the stubborn lot who do not value food. It is not just about children but adults are a victim too. We are deeply tangled in our lives that we miss out on the basics. We might be complaining about how tough the times are, and things which are not going as per our plan while there are some who do not know the meaning of a chart, because they do not have many days to plan their life. The most that we can do is give our time at these places, to these people. Helping the less fortunate by giving them eateries, stationeries, and puzzle books is a great idea but it would be a “cherry on the cake” if we could spend time and explain the kids on how to solve the puzzle. This is when the real act of giving comes in. They desire the time that we can give so they can share their stories, play games and feel connected with someone they have just met.

There are two incidents which shook my heart and left a deeper impact in my 12431699_10156326304855398_873491261_njourney. One was meeting HARKE, this kid is about 9 years old. We met him at Disabled Recreation Center, while we were sponsoring the kids from the organization for their education.  He did not look at us and was really scared because it was his first day. On getting to know his story, he was playing with his friends in the village and thought the electricity wire was a rope. He got electrocuted and lost both his hands. He was taken to the school where the other kids study, named Gokarneshwor Mahadev, but the principal suggested it would be very hard for Harke to adjust to the environment. We looked out for his treatment after that, but to our dismay, it could not be done in Nepal. There is a Korean team who has made a documentary on him and we hope that he gets back what he has lost. The next time when I visited DRC, which was after 4-5 months, he was happily smiling and flaunting his Spiderman costume. He played carom board with his leg and smiled at me for making him drink the juice that we offered.


The next one was when we visited the Kanti Bal hospital on Christmas day. The dayIMG_20151225_122245 went deep, thoughtful and content. As we got wishes to them, we were Santa for
the kids suffering from cancer. They were in different stages of cancer and each one of them was differently diagnosed. One of them was 8 months old and had no idea on what was happening as he smiled and played. He was suffering from blood cancer. Ankita, who had lost her hair cried in pain when the chemo session started. My thoughts went blank and I wondered these gifts were nothing on the suffering they had been going through. It was hard to see her cry, as much as we distracted her, the ache was hers and we could do nothing about it. IMG_20151225_140059
There was this other kid who had come from Bara and his parents did not have money to pay in for the next therapy session. We could help them with one cycle, and hopefully we could do it for the rest too.


These incidents left me amazed and I marvel how life turns up for some and why do we ponder over the smallest things in life. It is sad to accept that we want a reminder now and then to appreciate the significance around us, to learn that we have no problem breathing, to realize that we are able enough to help the less privileged.  We need to understand that there is way more to giving than just giving.