blog now with devnagari

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क्या मुझे प्यार है? क्या तुम येह पढ़ सकते हो? और क्या तुम्हारा नाम 'जोकर' है? हिन्दीमा त लेखीयो, बबाल सजीलो हुँदो रहेछ - अब नेपाली लेखेर हेरौं है, कत्तिको राम्ररी लेखिन्छ - भन्ने कुरा गर्ने हो भने तपाइँ मलाई भनी दिनुस कि यो गूगल को नयाँ सुविधा कत्तिको राम्रो लग्छ तपाइँलाई. फेरी पनि तिम्रो तस्बिर, आँखामा आयी दिन्छ अनी फेरी धुलो लागे जस्तो सारा हरायेर जान्छ - यो लेख्नु त majja po रहेछ - it's fun! देवनागरीमा ब्लग लेख्ने होइन त? सच्ची, यो एकदम सजीलो रहेछ - धन्यबाद ब्लगर! But it still needs refinements to be perfect.

Comments

Prabs said…
u are doing good...letting other ppl know about our language ..good jod dada
2:26 PM
Anonymous said…
Thanks a lot for the kind acknowledgement. It's a very useful tip indeed.
I wish everybody made some good use of technology rather than wasting their time in useless stuffs. The new generation really ought to learn something from energetic, generous and open-minded people like you.

Keep up the good work. You have my best wishes.

:-Doomful
6:13 PM
Rishikesh said…
Doomful, *energetic, generous and open-minded people like you* - that is some comment from the most "open-est" guy I ever met. Thanks indeed for the tip that we should make good use of technology.
8:38 PM
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