Darjeeling Youth Donates Rs 1 Lakh to PM Cares, Rs 50,000 to Local Organization
The team DC sends its warmest shout out to Jonika Gurung, an ordinary person who went to show that she has an extraordinary heart. Jonika,…
The team DC sends its warmest shout out to Jonika Gurung, an ordinary person who went to show that she has an extraordinary heart. Jonika,…
1915-2020: 105 years of Tindharey Works, A UNESCO World Heritage Area
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“It was the best of times; It was the worst of times” – Charles Dickens, A tale of two cities. There are emotions, events and memories for each of us, of our times, spent at Mount Hermon that fall into either of the categories mentioned above. Nonetheless, there are defining characteristics of a Hermonite that you might identify us by.
Everyone will have a Sonam Sherpa story to tell. From the multitudes of awestruck fans who, for the first time, witnessed Sonam set the stage on fire with his Les Paul. The fan-students (and their fan-parents) who made their way to Hauz Khas Village in Delhi every week to learn from the master himself. The bandmates-turned-brothers from India’s biggest rock band with whom he traversed the length and breadth of the country (and beyond), spreading the good news of rock’n’roll. Collaborators in music with whom he was quick to share his gift with. His friends from school… Everyone.
Being born as the daughter of a Delhi Police Gorkha, I feel extremely honoured and fortunate. I’m grateful that I am a part of this big family. It’s pretty hard for me to imagine where and what I would have been doing if my father would’ve not been a police officer.
The Dumping Chute is burning in Darjeeling and there has been some amount of talk about it, not as much as I expected but also a bit more than the previous years.
We mourn the loss of Father William Bourke SJ, who left for his heavenly abode on 29th November at 12.45 P.M. He took his last breath at the age of 95 at Navajeewan Hospital, Gayaganga.
Just as we reached, a truckload came in, and after a minute another. The rains had subsided to a light drizzle but the fog remained. We stepped to the side and watched the drivers expertly manoeuvre their vehicles in a practised manner, edging the back tyres just above the precipice. The backs of the trucks were opened up and the workers rapidly pitchforked the contents down the edge. At such a place, there was no dilly-dallying, for the stench was overpowering and flies swarmed, a thick black on the bonnet of the trucks.
“Many places we travel Depth in every place The scenic beauty and exploring Gives such solace” In a lovely hill town named Kalimpong, there are…