Notwithstanding CK Lal's self-indulgent exercises in pomposity ("Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full," #88) I thoroughly enjoyed Puskar Bhusal's "The general and his labyrinth" (#88), which gives vent to all our pent-up frustrations with absolute alacrity, and without that judgemental bias so evident in CK's musings. In the midst of all these doomsday scenarios I want to rave about the great job that the Kathmandu Mayor has initiated by cleaning up Rani Pokhari and whoever else is responsible for Tundikhel's facelift. I cannot wait to get back to Kathmandu and actually tread through Ratna Park. I want to rave about those hundreds of small mom-and-pop businesses that are fighting the good fight and not giving up. Or even daily wage earners going about their grind and making it through these desperate times. Enough of death and destruction. There is plenty to rave about, and it's time we felt a little good about ourselves. That is the first step in the reinvention process.

Tashi Sherpa
Seattle