THE FUNERAL - A decent life .. but aftermath, very many different Attrocities !!!
- A decent life .. but aftermath, very many different Attrocities !!!
An example:
THE OPAL FUNERAL PLAN - providing a basic funeral
-Funeral Director Services include Administration of plan, Funeral directors professional services, Advice on registration, documentation and certification for the funeral, Removal from place of death to funeral directors premises within 25 miles (9am-5pm), Care of deceased prior to funeral, A basic coffin, Attendance of conductor and four bearers on day of funeral, Provision of hearse to crematorium chapel only, Bereavement counselling (where available), A tree planted with Future Forests
Funeral Director Services Costs:£1217.00
Disbursement Costs*:£700.00
Plan Administration Fee :£150.00
Overall Total Costs:£2067.00
12 Monthly Instalments of:(interest free over 12 months) £172.25
Total after 12 months£2067.00
36 Monthly Instalments of:£64.52
Total after 36 months £2322.72
60 Monthly Instalments of: £43.50
Total after 60 months £2610.00
THE PEARL FUNERAL PLAN - providing a standard funeral
- Funeral Director Services include
Administration of plan, Funeral directors professional services, Advice on registration, documentation and certification for the funeral, Removal from place of death to funeral directors premises within 25 miles (24 Hrs), Care of deceased prior to funeral, A quality wood veenered coffin, Use of chapel of rest for visiting, Attendance of conductor and four bearers on day of funeral, Provision of hearse and one limousine for service at local church and/or crematorium
Full listing of floral tributes, Bereavement counselling (where available), A tree planted with Future Forests.
Funeral Director Services Costs:£1431.00
Disbursement Costs*:£700.00
Plan Administration Fees :£150.00
Overall Total Costs:£2,281.00
12 Monthly Instalments of:(interest free over 12 months):£190.09
Total after 12 months:£2,281.00
36 Monthly Instalments of:£71.20
Total after 36 months:£2,563.20
60 Monthly Instalments of:£48.00
Total after 60 months:£2,880.00
THE EMERALD FUNERAL PLAN - providing a traditional funeral
-Funeral Director Services include
Administration of plan, Funeral directors professional services, Advice on registration, documentation and certification for the funeral, Removal from place of death to funeral directors premises within 25 miles (24 Hours), Care of deceased prior to funeral, A high quality wood veenered coffin, Use of chapel of rest for visiting, Attendance of conductor and four bearers on day of funeral, Provision of hearse and one limousine for service at local church and/or crematorium, Full listing of floral tributes, Thank you cards, Bereavement counselling (where available), A tree planted with Future Forests
Funeral Director Services Costs:£1643.00
Disbursement Costs*:£700.00
Plan Administration Fee:£150.00
Overall Total Costs:£2,493.00
12 Monthly Instalments of:(interest free over 12 months):£207.75
Total after 12 months:£2,493.00
36 Monthly Instalments of:£77.81
Total after 36 months:£2,801.16
60 Monthly Instalments of:£52.46
Total after 60 months: £3147.60
THE DIAMOND FUNERAL PLAN - providing a comprehensive funeral
Funeral Director Services include
-Administration of plan,Funeral directors professional services,Advice on registration, documentation and certification for the funeral,Removal from place of death to funeral directors premises within 25 miles (24 Hours),Care of deceased prior to funeral,A high quality solid wood coffin,Use of chapel of rest for visiting,Attendance of conductor and four bearers on day of funeral, Provision of hearse and one limousine for service at local church and/or crematorium, Full listing of floral tributes, Thank you cards, Bereavement counselling (where available), A tree planted with Future Forests
Funeral Director Services Costs:£2065.00
Disbursement Costs*:£770.00
Plan Administration Fees :£150.00
Overall Total Costs:£2,915.00
Disbursements*
12 Monthly Instalments of:(interest free over 12 months):£242.92
Total after 12 months:£2,915.00
36 Monthly Instalments of:£90.99
Total after 36 months:£3,275.64
60 Monthly Instalments of:£61.34
Total after 60 months:£3,680.04
Friendship Matters ..!!!
THE MERCHANT OF VENICE
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Now Bassanio, like many another gay and gallant gentleman, was reckless and extravagant, and finding that he had not only come to the end of his fortune, but was also unable to pay his creditors, he went to Antonio for further help.
"To you, Antonio," he said, "I owe the most in money and in love: and I have thought of a plan to pay everything I owe if you will but help me."
"Say what I can do, and it shall be done," answered his friend.
[184] Then said Bassanio, "In Belmont is a lady richly left, and from all quarters of the globe renowned suitors come to woo her, not only because she is rich, but because she is beautiful and good as well. She looked on me with such favor when last we met, that I feel sure that I should win her away from all rivals for her love had I but the means to go to Belmont, where she lives."
"All my fortunes," said Antonio, "are at sea, and so I have no ready money; but luckily my credit is good in Venice, and I will borrow for you what you need."
There was living in Venice at this time a rich money-lender, named Shylock. Antonio despised and disliked this man very much, and treated him with the greatest harshness and scorn. He would thrust him, like a cur, over his threshold, and would even spit on him. Shylock submitted to all these indignities with a patient shrug; but deep in his heart he cherished a desire for revenge on the rich, smug merchant. For Antonio both hurt his pride and injured his business. "But for him," thought Shylock, "I should be richer by half a million [185] ducats. On the market place, and wherever he can, he denounces the rate of interest I charge, and—worse than that—he lends out money freely."
So when Bassanio came to him to ask for a loan of three thousand ducats to Antonio for three months, Shylock hid his hatred, and turning to Antonio, said—"Harshly as you have treated me, I would be friends with you and have your love. So I will lend you the money and charge you no interest. But, just for fun, you shall sign a bond in which it shall be agreed that if you do not repay me in three months' time, then I shall have the right to a pound of your flesh, to be cut from what part of your body I choose."
"No," cried Bassanio to his friend, "you shall run no such risk for me."
"Why, fear not," said Antonio, "my ships will be home a month before the time. I will sign the bond."
Thus Bassanio was furnished with the means to go to Belmont, there to woo the lovely Portia. The very night he started, the money-lender's pretty daughter, Jessica, ran away from her father's house [186] with her lover, and she took with her from her father's hoards some bags of ducats and precious stones. Shylock's grief and anger were terrible to see. His love for her changed to hate. "I would she were dead at my feet and the jewels in her ear," he cried. His only comfort now was in hearing of the serious losses which had befallen Antonio, some of whose ships were wrecked. "Let him look to his bond," said Shylock, "let him look to his bond."
Meanwhile Bassanio had reached Belmont, and had visited the fair Portia. He found, as he had told Antonio, that the rumor of her wealth and beauty had drawn to her suitors from far and near. But to all of them Portia had but one reply. She would only accept that suitor who would pledge himself to abide by the terms of her father's will. These were conditions that frightened away many an ardent wooer. For he who would win Portia's heart and hand, had to guess which of three caskets held her portrait. If he guessed aright, then Portia would be his bride; if wrong, then he was bound by oath never to reveal which casket he chose, never to marry, and to go away at once.
[187] The caskets were of gold, silver, and lead. The gold one bore this inscription:—"Who chooseth me shall gain what many men desire";
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After him came the haughty Prince of Arragon, and saying, "Let me have what I deserve—surely I [188] deserve the lady," he chose the silver one, and found inside a fool's head. "Did I deserve no more than a fool's head?" he cried.
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Then Portia bade her servants to bring music and play while her gallant lover made his choice. And Bassanio took the oath and walked up to the caskets—the musicians playing softly the while. "Mere outward show," he said, "is to be despised. The world is still deceived with ornament, and so no [189] gaudy gold or shining silver for me. I choose the lead casket; joy be the consequence!" And opening it, he found fair Portia's portrait inside, and he turned to her and asked if it were true that she was his.
"Yes," said Portia, "I am yours, and this house is yours, and with them I give you this ring, from which you must never part."
And Bassanio, saying that he could hardly speak for joy, found words to swear that he would never part with the ring while he lived.
Then suddenly all his happiness was dashed with sorrow, for messengers came from Venice to tell him that Antonio was ruined, and that Shylock demanded from the Duke the fulfilment of the bond, under which he was entitled to a pound of the merchant's flesh. Portia was as grieved as Bassanio to hear of the danger which threatened his friend.
"First," she said, "take me to church and make me your wife, and then go to Venice at once to help your friend. You shall take with you money enough to pay his debt twenty times over."
But when her newly-made husband had gone, Por- [190] tia went after him, and arrived in Venice disguised as a lawyer, and with an introduction from a celebrated lawyer Bellario, whom the Duke of Venice had called in to decide the legal questions raised by Shylock's claim to a pound of Antonio's flesh. When the Court met, Bassanio offered Shylock twice the money borrowed, if he would withdraw his claim. But the money-lender's only answer was—
"If every ducat in six thousand ducats, Were in six parts, and every part a ducat, I would not draw them,—I would have my bond." |
It was then that Portia arrived in her disguise, and not even her own husband knew her. The Duke gave her welcome on account of the great Bellario's introduction, and left the settlement of the case to her. Then in noble words she bade Shylock have mercy. But he was deaf to her entreaties. "I will have the pound of flesh," was his reply.
"What have you to say?" asked Portia of the merchant.
"But little," he answered; "I am armed and well prepared."
[191] "The Court awards you a pound of Antonio's flesh," said Portia to the money-lender.
"Tarry a little. This bond gives you no right to Antonio's blood, only to his flesh. If, then, you spill a drop of his blood, all your property will be forfeited to the State. Such is the Law."
And Shylock, in his fear, said, "Then I will take Bassanio's offer."
"No," said Portia sternly, "you shall have noth- [192] ing but your bond. Take your pound of flesh, but remember, that if you take more or less, even by the weight of a hair, you will lose your property and your life."
Bassanio would have paid it to him, but said Portia, "No! He shall have nothing but his bond."
"You, a foreigner," she added, "have sought to take the life of a Venetian citizen, and thus by the Venetian law, your life and goods are forfeited. Down, therefore, and beg mercy of the Duke."
Thus were the tables turned, and no mercy would have been shown to Shylock had it not been for [193] Antonio. As it was, the money-lender forfeited half his fortune to the State, and he had to settle the other half on his daughter's husband, and with this he had to be content.
Bassanio, in his gratitude to the clever lawyer, was induced to part with the ring his wife had given him, and with which he had promised never to part, and when on his return to Belmont he confessed as much to Portia, she seemed very angry, and vowed she would not be friends with him until she had her ring again. But at last she told him that it was she who, in the disguise of the lawyer, had saved his friend's life, and got the ring from him. So Bassanio was forgiven, and made happier than ever, to know how rich a prize he had drawn in the lottery of the caskets.
If Love ....!!!!! (The Gift of Magi - O Henry)
The Gift of the Magi
by O. Henry
(1862-1910)
One dollar and eighty-seven cents. That was all. And sixty cents of it was in pennies. Pennies saved one and two at a time by bulldozing the grocer and the vegetable man and the butcher until one's cheeks burned with the silent imputation of parsimony that such close dealing implied. Three times Della counted it. One dollar and eighty- seven cents. And the next day would be Christmas.
There was clearly nothing to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl. So Della did it. Which instigates the moral reflection that life is made up of sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating.
While the mistress of the home is gradually subsiding from the first stage to the second, take a look at the home. A furnished flat at $8 per week. It did not exactly beggar description, but it certainly had that word on the lookout for the mendicancy squad.
In the vestibule below was a letter-box into which no letter would go, and an electric button from which no mortal finger could coax a ring. Also appertaining thereunto was a card bearing the name "Mr. James Dillingham Young."
The "Dillingham" had been flung to the breeze during a former period of prosperity when its possessor was being paid $30 per week. Now, when the income was shrunk to $20, though, they were thinking seriously of contracting to a modest and unassuming D. But whenever Mr. James Dillingham Young came home and reached his flat above he was called "Jim" and greatly hugged by Mrs. James Dillingham Young, already introduced to you as Della. Which is all very good.
Della finished her cry and attended to her cheeks with the powder rag. She stood by the window and looked out dully at a gray cat walking a gray fence in a gray backyard. Tomorrow would be Christmas Day, and she had only $1.87 with which to buy Jim a present. She had been saving every penny she could for months, with this result. Twenty dollars a week doesn't go far. Expenses had been greater than she had calculated. They always are. Only $1.87 to buy a present for Jim. Her Jim. Many a happy hour she had spent planning for something nice for him. Something fine and rare and sterling--something just a little bit near to being worthy of the honor of being owned by Jim.
There was a pier-glass between the windows of the room. Perhaps you have seen a pier-glass in an $8 flat. A very thin and very agile person may, by observing his reflection in a rapid sequence of longitudinal strips, obtain a fairly accurate conception of his looks. Della, being slender, had mastered the art.
Suddenly she whirled from the window and stood before the glass. her eyes were shining brilliantly, but her face had lost its color within twenty seconds. Rapidly she pulled down her hair and let it fall to its full length.
Now, there were two possessions of the James Dillingham Youngs in which they both took a mighty pride. One was Jim's gold watch that had been his father's and his grandfather's. The other was Della's hair. Had the queen of Sheba lived in the flat across the airshaft, Della would have let her hair hang out the window some day to dry just to depreciate Her Majesty's jewels and gifts. Had King Solomon been the janitor, with all his treasures piled up in the basement, Jim would have pulled out his watch every time he passed, just to see him pluck at his beard from envy.
So now Della's beautiful hair fell about her rippling and shining like a cascade of brown waters. It reached below her knee and made itself almost a garment for her. And then she did it up again nervously and quickly. Once she faltered for a minute and stood still while a tear or two splashed on the worn red carpet.
On went her old brown jacket; on went her old brown hat. With a whirl of skirts and with the brilliant sparkle still in her eyes, she fluttered out the door and down the stairs to the street.
Where she stopped the sign read: "Mne. Sofronie. Hair Goods of All Kinds." One flight up Della ran, and collected herself, panting. Madame, large, too white, chilly, hardly looked the "Sofronie."
"Will you buy my hair?" asked Della.
"I buy hair," said Madame. "Take yer hat off and let's have a sight at the looks of it."
Down rippled the brown cascade.
"Twenty dollars," said Madame, lifting the mass with a practised hand.
"Give it to me quick," said Della.
Oh, and the next two hours tripped by on rosy wings. Forget the hashed metaphor. She was ransacking the stores for Jim's present.
She found it at last. It surely had been made for Jim and no one else. There was no other like it in any of the stores, and she had turned all of them inside out. It was a platinum fob chain simple and chaste in design, properly proclaiming its value by substance alone and not by meretricious ornamentation--as all good things should do. It was even worthy of The Watch. As soon as she saw it she knew that it must be Jim's. It was like him. Quietness and value--the description applied to both. Twenty-one dollars they took from her for it, and she hurried home with the 87 cents. With that chain on his watch Jim might be properly anxious about the time in any company. Grand as the watch was, he sometimes looked at it on the sly on account of the old leather strap that he used in place of a chain.
When Della reached home her intoxication gave way a little to prudence and reason. She got out her curling irons and lighted the gas and went to work repairing the ravages made by generosity added to love. Which is always a tremendous task, dear friends--a mammoth task.
Within forty minutes her head was covered with tiny, close-lying curls that made her look wonderfully like a truant schoolboy. She looked at her reflection in the mirror long, carefully, and critically.
"If Jim doesn't kill me," she said to herself, "before he takes a second look at me, he'll say I look like a Coney Island chorus girl. But what could I do--oh! what could I do with a dollar and eighty- seven cents?"
At 7 o'clock the coffee was made and the frying-pan was on the back of the stove hot and ready to cook the chops.
Jim was never late. Della doubled the fob chain in her hand and sat on the corner of the table near the door that he always entered. Then she heard his step on the stair away down on the first flight, and she turned white for just a moment. She had a habit for saying little silent prayer about the simplest everyday things, and now she whispered: "Please God, make him think I am still pretty."
The door opened and Jim stepped in and closed it. He looked thin and very serious. Poor fellow, he was only twenty-two--and to be burdened with a family! He needed a new overcoat and he was without gloves.
Jim stopped inside the door, as immovable as a setter at the scent of quail. His eyes were fixed upon Della, and there was an expression in them that she could not read, and it terrified her. It was not anger, nor surprise, nor disapproval, nor horror, nor any of the sentiments that she had been prepared for. He simply stared at her fixedly with that peculiar expression on his face.
Della wriggled off the table and went for him.
"Jim, darling," she cried, "don't look at me that way. I had my hair cut off and sold because I couldn't have lived through Christmas without giving you a present. It'll grow out again--you won't mind, will you? I just had to do it. My hair grows awfully fast. Say `Merry Christmas!' Jim, and let's be happy. You don't know what a nice-- what a beautiful, nice gift I've got for you."
"You've cut off your hair?" asked Jim, laboriously, as if he had not arrived at that patent fact yet even
after the hardest mental labor.
"Cut it off and sold it," said Della. "Don't you like me just as well, anyhow? I'm me without my hair, ain't I?"
Jim looked about the room curiously.
"You say your hair is gone?" he said, with an air almost of idiocy.
"You needn't look for it," said Della. "It's sold, I tell you--sold and gone, too. It's Christmas Eve, boy. Be good to me, for it went for you. Maybe the hairs of my head were numbered," she went on with sudden serious sweetness, "but nobody could ever count my love for you. Shall I put the chops on, Jim?"
Out of his trance Jim seemed quickly to wake. He enfolded his Della. For ten seconds let us regard with discreet scrutiny some inconsequential object in the other direction. Eight dollars a week or a million a year--what is the difference? A mathematician or a wit would give you the wrong answer. The magi brought valuable gifts, but that was not among them. This dark assertion will be illuminated later on.
Jim drew a package from his overcoat pocket and threw it upon the table.
"Don't make any mistake, Dell," he said, "about me. I don't think there's anything in the way of a haircut or a shave or a shampoo that could make me like my girl any less. But if you'll unwrap that package you may see why you had me going a while at first."
White fingers and nimble tore at the string and paper. And then an ecstatic scream of joy; and then, alas! a quick feminine change to hysterical tears and wails, necessitating the immediate employment of all the comforting powers of the lord of the flat.
For there lay The Combs--the set of combs, side and back, that Della had worshipped long in a Broadway window. Beautiful combs, pure tortoise shell, with jewelled rims--just the shade to wear in the beautiful vanished hair. They were expensive combs, she knew, and her heart had simply craved and yearned over them without the least hope of possession. And now, they were hers, but the tresses that should have adorned the coveted adornments were gone.
But she hugged them to her bosom, and at length she was able to look up with dim eyes and a smile and say: "My hair grows so fast, Jim!"
And them Della leaped up like a little singed cat and cried, "Oh, oh!"
Jim had not yet seen his beautiful present. She held it out to him eagerly upon her open palm. The dull precious metal seemed to flash with a reflection of her bright and ardent spirit.
"Isn't it a dandy, Jim? I hunted all over town to find it. You'll have to look at the time a hundred times a day now. Give me your watch. I want to see how it looks on it."
Instead of obeying, Jim tumbled down on the couch and put his hands under the back of his head and smiled.
"Dell," said he, "let's put our Christmas presents away and keep 'em a while. They're too nice to use just at present. I sold the watch to get the money to buy your combs. And now suppose you put the chops on."
The magi, as you know, were wise men--wonderfully wise men--who brought gifts to the Babe in the manger. They invented the art of giving Christmas presents. Being wise, their gifts were no doubt wise ones, possibly bearing the privilege of exchange in case of duplication. And here I have lamely related to you the uneventful chronicle of two foolish children in a flat who most unwisely sacrificed for each other the greatest treasures of their house. But in a last word to the wise of these days let it be said that of all who give gifts these two were the wisest. O all who give and receive gifts, such as they are wisest. Everywhere they are wisest. They are the magi.
The Last leaf - TRUE FRIENDSHIP is all about .......!!!!!!!!
Nepalese Royal Massacre : Dipendra Didn't Commit the Royal Massacre
Prince Dipendra
A Nepal Palace Guard has claimed to have witnessed the 2001 Royal massacre and says Crown Prince Dipendra - believed to be behind the killings - is innocent, turning the official version on its head and raking up a new controversy.
One of the guards at Kathmandu's Narayanhiti Palace said he saw the country's most high profile
assasination in recent history.
The 2001 royal massacre that almost wiped out the nearly quarter millenia monarchy is now ousted by the Maoists.
An official probe blamed Prince Dipendra - slain King Birendra's eldest son - saying in a drunken state Dipendra opened indiscriminate fire killing 9 royals.
But now guard Lal Bahadur Lamteri's claim to a Nepali newspaper 'Naya Patrika' turns the story upside down.
Lal Bahadur Lamteri said he saw a Dipendra look-alike wearing a mask opened fire killing Dipendra first even before turning the gun onto the other royals on that fateful night of June first at a dinner party in the Narayanhiti Palace.
This has raked up a new controversy into a painful and complicated episode of the fledgling democracy's history.
He said Dipendra was killed before the rest of his family - father King Birendra and mother
Aishwarya - on June first at the royal palace dinner party.
Lal Bahadur Lamteri, a junior army staff, deputed at the Narayanhiti Palace during the period, says Paras, son of ousted King Gyanendra and cousin Dipendra, came to the palace that night accompanied by a person wearing a Dipendra look-alike mask. He said the masked man shot dead Dipendra before shooting the other royals.
Lamteri said this to Nepali language newspaper 'Naya Patrika'. The paper questioned the official probe's report holding Dipendra responsible favouring the overwhelming sentiment in Nepal. Many believe the killings were a conspiracy to eliminate the royal family.
Lamteri claimed that he saw Dipendra, who got six bullet shots on his back and one on the left hand, in an inebriated state in his private room before the royal family was killed.
Lamteri said he along with some other security staff also sent an unnamed letter to the palace saying that Dipendra was innocent. But three months later, he was transferred to another battalion with a demotion and then sent to jail on a false murder charge of a businessman, the daily reported.
According to the controversial probe commission report, Dipendra, under the influence of alcohol, killed King Birendra, Queen Aishwarya and other members of the royal family before committing suicide.
In Kathmandu's paper stalls today, 'Naya Patrika' sold like a hot cake. Some 20,000 copies of the daily were sold within one hour, said a newspaper dealer.
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Palace massacre: now eyewitness claims Dipendra was killed first
By Indo-Asian News Service on Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Was crown prince Dipendra wrongly implicated for the 2001 palace massacre that wiped out the royal family to protect the real assassins?
A Nepali tabloid claimed to have found an eyewitness who was present in the Narayanhity royal palace in Kathmandu on the fateful night of June 1, 2001 when sudden gunfire in the tightly guarded palace resulted in the killing of the then king Birendra and nine more members of the royal family.
The Naya Patrika daily Wednesday carried an “eyewitness” account by Lal Bahadur Lamteri Magar, who said he had been deployed as an army havaldar at the palace on the day the tragedy occurred.
Magar reportedly told the daily that the first shootings were heard in the crown prince’s quarters, where Dipendra had gone to rest after being overcome by the drugs and drinks he had consumed.
According to his inference, Dipendra, the alleged perpetrator, was killed first, after which the assassin(s) went to the hall where the rest of the royal family had met for a usual Friday night get-together and let fly with guns.
Magar said he helped carry fatally shot king Birendra to the army hospital in Kathmandu. The king was still alive and moaning “It hurts, it hurts” on the way to the hospital, where he was declared dead.
Later, when Dipendra was accused of being the gunman who created the havoc, the soldier said he and other soldiers had submitted a petition at the palace, saying what they had heard and expressing their sorrow at the unjust allegation.
The result, the soldier said, was frightening. He was arrested by the army, blindfolded and kept in detention for a month.
After that, he was charged with a murder committed while he was under detention and found guilty by a district court, the soldier reportedly told the tabloid.
Magar is currently serving his sentence in Kathmandu valley’s Nakhu Jail.
This is the third time in a little over a month that the controversial palace massacre was revived in people’s minds.
Last month, after he handed over his throne, crown and sceptre to the government, Nepal’s last king Gyanendra held an unprecedented press conference in the palace, where he defended himself and his family against the muttered allegations that they had engineered the royal massacre.
Soon after his rejection of the allegations, the Maoists said they favoured a fresh investigation into the incident to clear all doubts.
However, now with the Maoists relinquishing their claim to the new government, it remains to be seen if a fresh investigation that could have laid all ghosts to rest will ever be conducted.
Nepal’s government has so said the massacres were committed by the then crown prince Dipendra, who finally turned the gun on himself in a frenzy induced by a lethal cocktail of drugs and drinks.
But the official explanation has few takers, even today, with various allegations surfacing regularly.
Many believe the murders were part of a conspiracy. The hatchers of the plot are believed to have hired a mercenary, who impersonated the crown prince by wearing similar army fatigues and a look-alike mask.
The media report came even as Nepal sought to remove the last vestige of its 239-year-old monarchy by appointing its first president.
Friends and friendship day!
The first sunday of August! perhaps a friendship day! So many people come and go through time and phases ... only few remain.... Its the day ... to re touching lives again, bridging distances, healing the old rifts and re building the fragile worn out bonds. This being the first post in my page!