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If you are tired of seeing the same kind of content on Instagram day in and day out or frustrated by influencers who seem to have it all, it’s time to rethink who you are following and what kind of content you are consuming. Instagram can be a vortex of random content that does nothing to stimulate and inspire you but by choosing the right kind of content, you can use it to your advantage. Here are seven pages to follow that can motivate you to make lifestyle changes and become a smarter, happier version of yourself.

Sarita Walsh

This page is pleasing to the eye with its mostly black and white aesthetics. Coach and mentor Sarita Walsh offers nuggets of wisdom that you have forgotten or pushed to the back of your minds. It inspires you to become a better version of yourself. Embracing principles from science, Eastern philosophy, and nature, Walsh dishes out gentle reminders of how you can live a simple, stress-free life.

Design Boom

Proclaimed as the world’s first online magazine, established in 1999, Design Bloom is all about architecture, art, design, and technology. The posts are stunning, sparking creativity and visual delight. There are gorgeous photos of buildings, interiors, and products. The page also features the latest news, trends, and innovations in the design world. With over 4.1 million followers, this page is all you need to stay updated on the architecture trends and styles.

Made by Nelson

Artist and designer, Nelson Cash, shares his illustrations with his followers through his Instagram page Made by Nelson. And this is such a happy page. It’s filled with colorful illustrations coupled with cute messages to make your day. Cash often collaborates with other artists and brands, and his work has been featured in publications like The New York Times and Wired. We recommend you pick a random one each day and let the philosophy of the illustration be your guide.

Megha Theeng

Her bio on Instagram says she’s a scientist and immediately below it reads ‘not a scientist’. It’s hilarious and shows Megha Theeng’s witty side. This perhaps 20 something girl from Darjeeling who lives in Siliguri is refreshing and makes content that will having you laughing out loud. She recently hit 100,000 subscribers on Instagram. There are only 359 posts so far but if you haven’t discovered yet, you are in for a treat. Her accent makes her endearing and she keeps it very, very real.

Inquisitive Bookworm

There are hundreds, if not thousands, of pages on Instagram dedicated to books and reading. We, at ApEx, like quite a few including but not limited to paperbackanddaisies, nonauppal, Sonali’s Book Club, and Penguin India. But the Inquisitive Bookworm has our heart. Each post is beautifully designed and shot. The book recommendations are also great. We have discovered new authors and titles from this page. All in all, it’s a fantastic page to follow if you want to be inspired to read more.

Quoting Literature

This page provides quotes from books and authors. Following this page is a neat little hack for appearing well read and fueling your mind with different author’s wit and wisdom. The admin posts something every day so there will be no dearth of content. From Albert Camus to Haruki Murakami, you will find a lot of inspiration in Quoting Literature. Our favorite is a quote by Henry Miller. It goes: The aim of life is to live, and to live means to be aware, joyously, drunkenly, serenely, divinely aware.

Gree Yogabhyasi

Greesha Dhingra is a holistic yoga educator who teaches yoga and life skills through her Instagram page. She inspires you to do the right thing, take care of your body, and be in tune with your higher self. If you are spiritually inclined or want to get started on your spiritual journey, this is a great page to follow. You will get to learn about meditation, ayurveda, and eating well. She offers a holistic approach to wellbeing that you can learn and follow.

As the Nepal Premier League (NPL) captivates cricket fans across the nation, Sadikshya Khadka talks to three viewers. From cheering for their favorite players and teams to discussing memorable moments and areas for improvement, their perspectives highlight both the love for the game and the aspirations for Nepali cricket’s future. 

Seeta Limbu, 36

The player I like most is Sompal Kami, who plays for the Karnali Yaks. His determination on the field is impressive. Out of all Nepali cricket players, my favorite is definitely Paras Khadka. Although I don’t watch cricket very often or know too much about the game, from what I have seen and heard, I think that a lot of improvement is still needed in both the field and the overall development of the players. The most exciting part of the match so far was the clip showing a man sitting on top of a tree to watch the game. It was hilarious. The image captured how dedicated some fans are. This moment made me realize how much love and passion people have for the sport that they would risk their safety just to get a glimpse. 

Binod Singh, 23

My favorite team competing in the current league is Sudurpaschim Royals. The player I admire most is Dipendra Singh Airee, who is the captain of the team. His leadership has made a significant impact, and I believe he has the potential to lead the team to victory.  I feel that if the cricket grounds in Nepal were better, it would greatly enhance the players' performance in the current matches. Better facilities would also help in better management of the league. At the moment, all matches are taking place on just one ground. This limits the ability to host more games and larger crowds. I believe that if the Mulpani ground were also utilized for matches, with better seating arrangements for viewers, the league could grow significantly and attract more attention both domestically and internationally. It would create a more professional atmosphere, which is crucial for the development of Nepali cricket.

Jenish Bade, 20

The NPL is receiving coverage from both national and international media, which is a significant achievement. International players like Shikhar Dhawan are also participating, bringing their experience and excellence from T20 cricket. If leagues like this are sustained in the coming years, I see a promising future for cricket in Nepal. These leagues play an important role in training players, providing exposure for international matches, and increasing Nepal’s visibility on the global cricket stage. Through platforms like this, players gain recognition from audiences and recruiters, opening doors to better opportunities and brighter careers. One of the most exciting aspects of this NPL was the overwhelming enthusiasm among fans. The stands are packed and the excitement has reached such levels that officials now guard the grounds to manage the enthusiastic crowds, and some fans even watch from treetops. The public’s love and passion for the sport are truly commendable. 

Along the banks of the Sunkoshi River in Sindhuli, the Majhi people have long relied on fishing for their livelihood. Their relationship with the waterways is more than just economic; it is cultural, intricately woven into their identity and way of life.

However, in recent years, this vital resource and tradition have been threatened by the increasing plastic pollution in rivers and the resulting fall in fish population. Most community members have had to seek alternative sources of livelihood, with many working as daily wage labourers and subsistence farmers. According to a local, currently, only 30–40 percent of the community remains partly dependent on fishing, with just 5 percent relying solely on it, while the rest have had to seek alternative sources of income.

In the face of this looming environmental crisis and cultural threat, there also lies an opportunity: to work closely with the Majhi people to keep the rivers clean, uphold the long-held tradition of fishing, and create an alternative source of income for the community. Few are as attuned to the importance of clean rivers as the Majhis. They could become key agents in preserving the health of our rivers while also generating economic value from them to support themselves.

A test of resilience

But just as the community was beginning to embrace these new skills and ideas, disaster struck. In Oct 2024, heavy rains caused the Sunkoshi River to swell, destroying many parts of the Khurkot and Mulkot areas of Sindhuli. Homes were submerged, farmlands were washed away, and the community faced significant destruction, with many families having to reside in temporary settlements. 

“The floodwaters had completely entered our homes,” recalls Mina Majhi, a 21-year-old trainee living in Khurkot’s Majhi Basti. “Our community was nearly swept away. But we didn’t lose hope.”

Like Mina, other trainees also faced significant personal damage. Kalu Man Majhi, a 56-year-old farmer, explained how the flood had ravaged much of his farmland. During our scoping visit in July, he had generously offered us some fresh watermelons he had just begun cultivating, alongside corn, legumes, and paddy on his once-fertile land.

“Most of my farmland has been swept away by the floods, but I’m still hopeful I can grow watermelons on what remains.” Despite the devastation, Kalu Man has found a way to remain optimistic.

He also shared that he has started making additional cash by selling high-value plastic to local buyers.

Hope amid disaster

Amid the flood’s devastation, many members of the Majhi community have already started putting what they learnt from the training to use. They have embraced the concept of plastic recovery and are actively collecting plastic waste from their homes, surroundings, and riverbanks.

During our visit in late November, we discovered that all trainees had begun collecting plastic waste, with many also selling it to local waste buyers and aggregators, generating extra income at varying levels.

Ek Bahadur Majhi now earns an additional Rs 1,200 per week from selling PET bottles. While it is a small amount, he says, the extra income has provided a positive boost as he rebuilds from the flood-induced damages. He had recently completed the construction of seven fishponds on his land by the Sunkoshi river bank with plans to start commercial fish farming. The venture had just begun generating income when the floods damaged the fishponds. He had also opened a hotel in Khurkot Bazar a few years ago, which was yielding good profits, but the damage along the highway has severely impacted his business.

Ek Bahadur explained that before the training, he often overlooked the plastic bottles left by customers at his hotel. Now, he makes a conscious effort to collect them and sell them to local buyers.

“Due to pollution and other climatic factors, the fish population in the Sunkoshi River has significantly decreased, but the demand for fish from customers is increasing. So, I am determined to continue my plans for fish farming. I am positive it will happen,” he claimed.

In another example, Chankhey Majhi now earns an average of Rs 1,300 per week from selling recyclable waste, adding up to Rs 5,200 per month. He has been employed as a waste collector by the Golanjor Rural Municipality for the past four years, where his work entails collecting waste from Khurkot Bazar and disposing of it at a designated site. He shared, “I learnt about the negative impact of plastic pollution. Plastic has become an integral part of our lives, and we’ve been using it excessively. We need to be more mindful of our plastic use, especially single-use plastics, which should be avoided whenever possible.”

He continued, “I also learnt that waste can be used to earn money. Previously, my team and I would dump all the waste collected at the disposal site. Now, we separate and collect recyclable materials and sell them to local buyers.”

From his additional income, he has started saving roughly Rs 1,500 per month in a local cooperative.

In another somewhat different instance, 32-year-old Binu Majhi has started collecting plastic waste from her household and the surrounding area, storing it in a net, and selling it to small-scale buyers, earning a modest supplementary income. Her main motivation is to maintain a clean environment around her home, especially after learning about the damaging effects of plastic pollution. Keeping up with the household chores and subsistence farming takes up most of her time, but the additional income has been an added bonus. Occasionally, she donates the collected plastic to informal waste collectors, feeling satisfied knowing her contribution supports their livelihood.

Vision for future

These experiences of the Majhis in Khurkot showcase their resilience, not just in bouncing back from disaster but also in adapting and evolving in ways that benefit both the environment and the local economy. However, the path forward requires more than just individual will and effort. 

While the immediate benefits of plastic waste collection, such as supplementary income, are clear, the broader impact can go far beyond temporary financial incentives. The Majhis have demonstrated that local communities can offer an important insight into how we can leverage local knowledge and community engagement to tackle pressing global challenges like plastic pollution. The next critical step lies in strengthening the plastic waste value chain and achieving systemic integration. This involves improving waste collection infrastructures at the local level, capacitating local waste aggregators, and implementing policies that incentivise recycling and promote circular economies. By creating a more supportive system for plastic waste management, we can ensure that efforts like those of Ek Bahadur, Kalu Man, and Binu have a broader, lasting impact on both the environment and the livelihoods of people in Khurkot and other regions facing similar challenges.

When the old businessman sat at the table overlooking the streets, Regmi ji, without glancing at the clock hung in the far corner, knew it was 6:05 am. His timing was so precise that Regmi ji could bet his life on it. By the time the old gentleman arrived, Regmi ji’s kitchen sink would be filled with tea cups—some with a mouthful of tea left, others untouched because of phone calls stating urgency. Once the sunlight dispersed on the dew-drenched grass and joggers started returning from the nearby park, all the tables would be occupied, and more stools were brought in from the rooms at the back of the hotel—the same rooms where Regmi ji’s family of three ate and slept every night.

While Regmi ji poured tea into cups each morning, his wife would be in the back room, peeling potatoes. She was rarely seen at the hotel in the mornings, and if she was called to serve tea, it meant there were too many customers for Regmi ji to handle alone. In the other room, their daughter, a bright student, would underline her law books with red and pink markers. An eloquent speaker of English, she walked with an air of confidence. She didn’t play a big part in the small business of her parents, but Regmi ji wasn’t bothered a bit by her indifference. Deep inside, he knew that his daughter wasn’t someone who could sit behind the gas stove, smiling or feigning a friendly demeanor just to sell some cups of tea. 

And then there was Kanchhi with her broad face betraying no emotions whatsoever. She wore an expression so blank that it was impossible to tell whether she was delighted or downcast. Thanks to her, Regmi ji wouldn’t have sold as much tea if she hadn’t shown up every morning to do the dishes. Kanchhi, who had come from the hills of Parbat, mostly kept to herself, communicating through gestures. She was just the kind of worker Regmi ji appreciated—no big talk, always focused on her task.

When the clock ticked past 10, as every tea-lover headed home for their meal, the business would slow down a bit. And just after noon, workers, students, and those who couldn’t afford the luxury of Lakeside would enter the hotel, ordering samosas, cigarettes, and other cheap snacks.

When the tables inside the hotel were crammed, it was on the wide pavement outside that people would gather in circles, sitting on stools, changing topics of discussion with every round of tea. A sip of tea and ideas rushed out in a flurry. Over the years, Regmi ji had served tea to countless people, from politicians to beggars, thieves to saints—and, in a way, to the entire neighborhood of Lakeside.

On a Sunday morning, just like every other day, the old businessman came and sat at the table overlooking the desolate streets. Presently, Regmi ji began to prepare the special tea for his loyal customer. For Regmi ji, this routine affair induced a sense of calmness within him. It reminded him of the normalcy of the life he was leading. After all, it only takes a little for a man to feel content: a family of his own, a roof over his head, and a society that respects him. Regmi ji took pride in knowing the amount of sugar his regular customers preferred in their tea. For the businessman, it was half a spoon of sugar along with two seeds of cardamom. Ashok Sharma, who showed up in the afternoon, liked his tea bitter, with a strong smell of clove.

This morning, just when Regmi ji was pouring tea into the cup for the businessman, he heard a loud choke coming from inside the room. Was it his wife? No, it was the sound of someone young, so it must be the daughter. Even without delivering tea to the businessman, Regmi ji advanced toward the back end of the hotel, to the room where his daughter locked herself studying for hours. The businessman glanced at the door in amazement, and when he cleared his throat, Kanchhi mechanically gave up the dishes and fetched tea for him. There were no other customers to deal with, so Kanchhi, curiously, walked into the back room to figure out what the matter was. It was unusual for Regmi ji to not let Kanchhi enter their family confines. Kanchhi had no idea when Regmi ji and his family had drawn a boundary for her, a line that she was prohibited to cross. Had it been a sharper woman in place of Kanchhi, she would have understood that there was a reason why Regmi ji didn’t allow her inside. Of course, there was something fishy. The businessman drank his tea and left. He would come back and pay the next day. A wounded Kanchhi returned to her chore, and with the passing of time, more customers streamed in for a warm cup of tea. Inside the dingy room of the daughter, the father and the mother kept looking at each other, the words seemingly stuck in their throats, while the daughter kept pressing her neck as if some sharp object would materialize by her action and then things would be the way they were before.

“Can you ask her who it is that she has been going out with?” Regmi ji didn’t even look at his wife as he posed the question.

The wife, a scowl on her lips, looked down at where the daughter was sitting, her hands still pressed to her neck. When the daughter had thrown up and the mother had seen the thin, watery liquid, she had suspected outright that it was not a cold or sickness, and that there was more to it. She could keep her father in the dark, but with her mother, it was impossible to keep things hidden, especially when the case was so sensitive and required urgent attention. Had she not choked so loudly, Regmi ji might never have known that his daughter was pregnant.

Now, when the wife seemed reluctant to answer Regmi ji’s concern, he nimbly raced toward his daughter, placed his palms on the contours of her face, and slapped her so loudly that she nearly lost her balance. He had never felt so humiliated, not even when he used to work as a dishwasher at someone’s hotel when he was young. The slapping continued until his fingers throbbed. The wife had never witnessed this infuriated side of Regmi ji in their 25 years of marriage. She could have interrupted between the father and the daughter, but given the situation, her efforts would have been futile. Though she was a strict mother, she had never laid her hands on her daughter—it was the same with Regmi ji. At this point, the mother wanted to slap her, torture her, and maybe throw her out of the house. The parents knew that their daughter had her bold ways, and they always thought her exposure to the outer world in the form of books had made her so. They were privy to so many secrets that Nistha, their daughter, had kept to herself. But then, one was not supposed to tell that she smoked cigarettes every morning outside her college in a hotel identical to her parents’. There was no way Nistha could tell her parents that when she went out making the excuse of her friends’ birthday parties, she would spend the night in a hotel room at Lakeside, some 500 meters away, before dancing her heart out with strangers. The irony was that Nistha didn’t even know who had caused her belly to swell.

Regmi ji, after an angry episode that involved both physical and verbal attacks, went outside his room to face the world. A few regulars were already seated in their usual places and, by the looks on their faces, Regmi ji could tell that they had been listening to the family matters all along. He cursed himself, regretting his angry reactions. Couldn’t he have dealt with the matter in a different way? After weighing the situation, all the customers decided not to stay for tea in his tea shop, leaving him and his family to sort out the issue. As soon as the customers left, Regmi ji pulled down the metal shutters. There would be no tea today in his hotel. Meanwhile, the other hotels nearby would see a surge in customers, and this time around, there would be no talks about the coalition, the corrupt leaders, and the misguided media. People would pass this morning talking about the pregnant daughter of Regmi ji. Thinking of his ruined dignity, Regmi ji went to his daughter’s room, where the daughter, wiping her tears, was contemplating—drafting a plan to escape to some city where no soul would know her and the other being growing inside her.