As the title reads, being a Nepali for me has reached it lowest point. Maybe I am a pessimist, maybe I am Negative, a man who sees the glass as half empty. As I look at Nepal through the Iconography of my youth, I see snow covered mountains basking in the sunlight that bedecks the sheer beauty of a landscape that God must have made in the image of his own self. When Walking through the broken pavements of impoverished Nepal, I felt a sense of enrichment due to the glowing spirituality that the city and the country seemed to exude,. Nothing Compared. In spite of the ethereal beauty that encapsulated this Himalayan Kingdom, I always thought the biggest asset of Nepal was its People. Its humble, hardworking and peace loving people. Alas the Irony. Where did it all go wrong? After a decade of fighting, we thought Nepal had finally reached the crossroads, A do or die predicament, and it seemed that the we had reached a middle ground. Some sort of blueprint towards Peace, and here we go again, Madhesis, Pahades, Bahuns Chettris, Limbus, I mean What the Hell is this? A world were birds fly freely and tigers can roam the grasslands knowing no boundaries or differentiating between water in trishuli or the smell of air in Bengal , why are Humans so restricted to enjoy what is truly theirs? Why the factions? Why the hate? Why the division? Division, Division, Division, and this will finally obliterate Nepal; The Nepalese people are speeding up the process of annihilating the soul of a simply beautiful country