Gesar, I am not going to help or provide for people who don't hesitate to go fight for other countries for so called "better living standards." I have no respect for them, and theres a huge difference in washing dishes in foreign land and picking up guns for the foreign land. So what do these cowards want? A world thats created around them? Tell these traitors to for once learn to struggle in Nepal instead of some foreign land. I am sure they do struggle in foreign land as well. Its it funny that they would rather be insulted over and over again in the foreign land and are happy to live a life of a second class citizen. They should be used to living such lives, why do they complain about it so much when according to them have to do the same in their own country. To answer your question about distrimination, noone is going to create a special playing field for them. No one is going to fight for them so that they have so called "equal oppotunities." They are too busy going abroad, then who will fight their war in Nepal? They are man enough to struggle and strive on their own. If they fail to do that in their own country and decide that they would rather be of use to the foreign land, then they are traitors in my book. You talk about my failure in getting a cut. Well heres the story, the cut I have is enough to make your female family members my mistresses. Hope you got the message. If these jokers are really creating jobs in Pokhara, why are there more people going abroad to be in the army. UN is a different scenario, they never fight a war to take over any nation, unless the need is created by prior take over. Their work is to be involved in peace keeping and diffusing the hostile situation. May be you need to get your head out of where you have kept it, and read the article. This time read between the lines. Theres a book called "Wag the Dog." You might want to do yourself a favor by learning something from that book. British and Indian army people (I dont called these losers gorkhas as they don't deserve it) read my lips. T-R-A-I-T-O-R-S.