Whether yoursquo;re christian, atheist, buddhist or whatever — it seems you can now befriend God on Facebook. And he has a wicked sense of humour.

As I went through the news about the God of facebook, I was gradually impressed by his reported sense of humor.

Looking at His profile, we were shocked to discover He has a surprisingly wicked sense of humour. ldquo;God is high like a kite… literally cuz Irsquo;m in da skyrdquo; reads one of his status lines. ldquo;God is borrrrrrrrrrred lolrdquo; reads another.

I wanted to find the facebook god when my eyes stopped at the following lines:

Anyway, see if you can hit God up to become one of his friends. Right now, hersquo;s just ldquo;sittinrsquo; around being omnipotent.rdquo; Trouble is, searching Facebook for ldquo;Godrdquo; yields no results — perhaps He is being deliberately mysterious, or maybe itrsquo;s just an invite-only party for now.

Now the task waiting for me was to find the god, I googled the God with so many possible keywords, like: ldquo;Godrsquo;s Profile in facebookrdquo;, ldquo;Who is God in facebookrdquo; and finally ldquo;the god in facebook, real or fake?rdquo;

Google was poor to give the results I was looking for. I used the engine of facebook itself to find the God. I used some tricks and finally reached the mini profile of The God. I could not stop laughing when I saw that he had only 2 friends; Adam and Eve. However, I sent a friend request to the God with a personal message. Lets see God loves me or not.

You might have already known that my blog was off for more than one year. Finally I am able to have the same domain working. But you might have already surprised or sorrowed to see no previous contents. I used have free hosting in freehostia.com. Weeks ago they said that they were having some technical problems because of server migration. As their transfer of data completed, I was not able to log into my hosting control panel. I got the message that my account was suspended. I contacted them and tried to convince them that I was not involved in any activity that breaches the terms of use and causes account suspension. I hoped for weeks. They did not reply. I did not even have the backup of my database. Man learns by mistake. Though it was not my fault, I realized that we should have always backup of our database. So that we are not going to be the victim of such incidents.

I waited very long for their reply. But they did not tell me anything about the reason of the suspension of my account. I sent an email again

Hi,

When I tried to log in to my account after your servers were transferred.. i was unable to sign in. I got the error message that my account had been suspended. But believe me I was not involved in any of the mentioned activities that cause the suspension of my account. I am the only owner and administrator of my account. no other people are involved. Please show me the way to restore my account. I have a large database also and i even donrsquo;t have the backups. If the restore of whole account is impossible, please let me have a copy of my database.

I hope you will understand. I was a very loyal and happy customer (though it was a free account). I also told many friends about free hostia. Is this the reward I should get?

Please try to understand.

My domain:kamalkumar.com.np

username:******

Password:******

Regards,

Kamal Kumar

But this time I got a quick reply from freehostia.com. They mail is here:

Hello,

Your account was suspended due to service abuse. Your scripts have

overloaded the server and our administrators blocked your account.

Unfortunately Irsquo;m not allowed to activate your account. It will remain

closed.

Best Regards,

Peter

Support@Freehostia.com

You know what I replied to this man? Guess it! It was just two words, ldquo;F**K Yourdquo;

I will try my hard to find any old contents and will post as many as i find. However, every end is for another beginning. I hope I would be able to give you regular ldquo;alternative-contentsrdquo; that matter.

2. OPEN amp; WIDE: Finally it has welcomed the great developers from all over the world. The independent developers are the greatest assets of facebook.

3. FLEXIBLE: What do you want? photo, notes, video, blog, rss, anything that rocks.

4. LESS SPAMMERS: unlike in hi5 and myspace, there are less spammers inside the facebook.

5. LESS ADVERTISING: you might have already felt so

6. INTERNATIONAL: facebook is just INTERNATIONAL, INTERCULTURAL

Every night in my dreams

I see you, But canrsquo;t feel you,

That is how I know you alonehellip;

Far across the distance

And so many people between us

You have come to show yoursquo;re alone

Near, far, wherever you are

I believe that the heart does go alone

Once more you open the door

And yoursquo;re there in his heart

And my heart will go alone and alone

Love can touch us one time

And injure for a lifetime

And never let go till wersquo;re all alone

Love was when I saw you

One true time I hold to

In my life wersquo;ll always go alone

Near, far, wherever you are

I believe that the heart does go alone

Once more you open the door

And yoursquo;re there in his heart

And my heart will go alone and alone

There is some love that will not take us away

Yoursquo;re not here, therersquo;s something I fear,

And I know that my heart will go alone

Wersquo;ll stay forever this way

You are safe in his heart

And my heart will go alone and alone

Rewords by: K.K

I am really surprised to see your effort in form of this website . Going though the pages of this sites gives me a reflection of what you aim in your life . It seems you are trying hard to break the trend . I am sure you will succeed one day . Try your best to do the things in newer way . As you know that innovation is what we always preached when we were together . I am in Mongolia bored and was looking for your new contact fourtunately i found the website . I found more than you , more than what i was looking for . Make effort to get it going .

I am really surprised to see your effort in form of this website . Going though the pages of this sites gives me a reflection of what you aim in your life . It seems you are trying hard to break the trend . I am sure you will succeed one day . Try your best to do the things in newer way . As you know that innovation is what we always preached when we were together . I am in Mongolia bored and was looking for your new contact fortunately i found the website . I found more than you , more than what i was looking for . Make effort to get it going .

Again I was ready for a quick response. But your message contained one of the easiest questions in the civilization of mankind, which has the hardest answer. You asked me what I do for daal bhat. I don???t know why this question made me think about very small things in life. The things, which are really tiny to see and they are common in all people in this world.

I reached a conclusion that the life of human beings would have been like something totally different, if they didnrsquo;t have to eat daal bhat. Desire for daal bhat has made the world so mechanic, so conflicting and somehow like an existence derailed from humanity.

Only if I didnrsquo;t have to eat daal bhat or if I didn???t have to spend more than 10 hours of everyday to struggle for food, there would have been so many beautiful things I would have been doing.

Well, now let me tell you clearly, I consume fossils fuels and contribute to the environmental degradation everyday to reach my office. That???s what I do for daal bhat. I rage enmity with co-workers and bosses, carry lots of stresses and tensions, I pull and I am pulled, I backbite and I am backbitten. I spend most of the hours among shapeless crowd; I am compelled to laugh at nothing. I see lots of replicas of robots that can do anything for daal bhat. I mean I contribute to the personal and social malfunction. That???s what I do for daal bhat.

If I wouldnrsquo;t have to do anything for daal bhat, I would have done something really beautiful, something that doesnrsquo;t require any diplomatic skill to make fragile deals of living. I would have breathed the air calmly. I would have visited every corner of the world. I would have written beautiful songs, I would have kept myself busy on talking to mountains, I would have measured the desert, I would have danced at the top of the world, I would have apparently flied over the sky of dreams. I would have been a free and happy human being.

I deeply regret for the person who opened the Pandorarsquo;s Box and taught the entire human beings to live for daal bhat.

Regards

• *Daal Bhat: a regular and popular set of Nepali Meal.

-EMMA HANSEN

Be in contact

Bhuwan

Be in contact

Pappu

Boys donrsquo;t want to be princes.

Boys want to be shepherds who slay dragons,

maybe someone gives you half a kingdom and a princess,

but thatrsquo;s just what comes of being a shepherd boy

and slaying a dragon. Or a giant. And you donrsquo;t really

even have to be a shepherd. Just not a prince.

In stories, even princes donrsquo;t want to be princes,

disguising themselves as beggars or as shepherd boys,

leaving the kingdom for another kingdom,

princehood only of use once the ogrersquo;s dead, the tasks are done,

and the reluctant king, her father, needing to be convinced.

Boys do not dream of princesses who will come for them.

Boys would prefer not to be princes,

and many boys would happily kiss the village girls,

out on the sheep-moors, of an evening,

over the princess, if she didnrsquo;t come with the territory.

Princesses sometimes disguise themselves as well,

to escape the kingsrsquo; advances, make themselves ugly,

soot and cinders and donkey girls,

with only their dead mothersrsquo; ghosts to aid them,

a voice from a dried tree or from a pumpkin patch.

And then they undisguise, when their time is upon them,

gleam and shine in all their finery. Being princesses.

Girls are secretly princesses.

None of them know that one day, in their turn,

Boys and girls will find themselves become bad kings

or wicked stepmothers,

aged woodcutters, ancient shepherds, mad crones and wise-women,

to stand in shadows, see with cunning eyes:

The girl, still waiting calmly for her prince.

The boy, lost in the night, out on the moors.