A systemic decline of football in Nepal
Upon landing at Tribhuvan International Airport after eight long years, I was finally at home. I was so overwhelmed with joy and happiness that I had to literally fight off tears. Despite the lingering jet lag, I was on my toes the very next day. I decided going back to the same familiar place I frequently visited as a sports reporter. I was ecstatic and eager, hoping to revive happy memories. After negotiating the chaotic and insane traffic from Putali Sadak to Tripureswore, shockingly, it took me almost forty minutes to reach my destination “Dasharath Rangasala”, one of the most identifiable landmarks in the capital. I gazed at her for awhile and noticed a few cosmetic changes. Other than that, the grand old structure looked unchanged except for the floodlights, giant electronic scoreboard and some minor changes. Once inside th...