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Cultural Preservation

Cultural preservation is a subject that has always been close to my heart. I am a proud Newar, born and raised in Kathmandu, and like many in my community, I have inherited the language, traditions and identity. The Newar community is often praised for preserving its rich heritage, festivals, architecture, cuisine, music, and rituals. In many ways, Newar culture has become synonymous with the cultural identity of Nepal itself.

What makes this remarkable is our size. Newars make up less than five percent of Nepal's population, yet our influence on the country's cultural landscape is immeasurable. The temples of Kathmandu, the intricately carved windows, the vibrant festivals, the masked dances, the music, the food, and the centuries-old rituals are all deeply rooted in Newar civilisation. It is a heritage I deeply cherish and one I hope future generations will continue to experience.

Yet preserving culture today is becoming increasingly difficult.

Over the past few decades, Newar society has undergone profound transformation. Rapid urbanisation has replaced fertile fields with concrete buildings. Technology has altered the way we communicate and spend our time. Migration has scattered families across the world. Modern education and changing careers have reshaped lifestyles. These changes have undoubtedly improved many aspects of life, but they have also challenged the continuity of our traditions.

The burden of preserving this heritage falls disproportionately on the Newars themselves. Festivals require time, money, organisation, and participation. Rituals demand knowledge that is no longer passed down as naturally as it once was. Every generation has to decide how much of its heritage it is willing to and able to carry forward.

When I speak to my non-Newar or non-Nepali friends, I often joke that Newars celebrate 366 festivals a year. It is, of course, an exaggeration, but only slightly. The saying captures an important truth. Festivals are the biggest part of our lives. The festivals overlap, and feast attendance has to be split among the family. Maintaining such a rich cultural calendar has become increasingly challenging for working parents and children who attend demanding schools. It is becoming harder to dedicate the time our traditions once required.

To understand these changes, I often think back to my childhood in Ye (the Newar name for Kathmandu). When I was growing up, the Kathmandu Valley looked very different. Vast paddy fields surrounded our neighbourhood. The Bagmati and Bishnumati rivers still served many households, and people fetched water directly from them. Kathmandu's population was barely a million. Life moved at a slower rhythm.

My parents were farmers. Agriculture was not simply an occupation; it shaped our way of life. Traditionally, the Newar caste system was closely linked to occupations and craftsmanship. Families inherited professions. Even our homes reflected this lifestyle. They were designed with spaces to store rice and straw after harvest, dry grains, and ferment homemade alcohol. Every corner of the house had a practical purpose connected to farming and community life.

Another defining feature of my childhood was the Guthi. Guthi was more than a social institution; it was the backbone of Newar society. Through it, communities organised festivals, maintained temples, managed public spaces, and supported one another during important life events. The frequent Guthi Bhoj were opportunities not only to eat together but also to strengthen social bonds and reinforce our shared identity.


Today, much of that world has disappeared. Most Newar families no longer farm. The paddy fields have become residential.  Land has become too scarce and expensive for agriculture to sustain a livelihood in Kathmandu. Many traditional occupations have vanished or evolved into entirely different professions. Even Guthi activities have become less frequent because modern work schedules leave little room for lengthy communal obligations. Yet the Guthi itself has not disappeared. It has adapted. Many Guthis continue to function, preserving essential traditions while simplifying others to fit contemporary life.

This ability to adapt is perhaps the greatest reason Newar culture has survived. Many rituals have been thoughtfully modified without losing their essence. Ceremonies such as Ihi and Baraha, which once lasted nearly twelve days, are now often completed in two or three days. Instead of each family organising them independently, many communities conduct these ceremonies collectively. This significantly reduces the financial and logistical burden while allowing children to avoid missing long periods of school.

Some traditionalists may see these changes as compromises. I see them as practical evolution. A tradition that cannot adapt risks disappearing altogether. Language presents an even greater challenge. Newa is one of Nepal's oldest and richest languages, with its own literary history and multiple historical scripts. Yet it is increasingly endangered in everyday life. I can speak the language, but I cannot write it fluently. My children understand much of what I say but struggle to speak it. Ironically, my parents often choose to speak Nepali so they can communicate more easily with their grandchildren. Within just three generations, the primary language of our household has shifted dramatically.

That realisation is both fascinating and heartbreaking. Culture is never static. Every generation reshapes it, intentionally or unintentionally. The question is not whether change will happen; it always will. The real question is how much change a culture can absorb before it begins to lose its identity.

I do not believe preserving Newar culture means freezing it exactly as it existed hundreds of years ago. Such preservation would be impossible. Society changes, economies change, cities change, and people change. At the same time, endless modernisation without reflection carries its own danger. If every ritual is shortened, every festival simplified, every language forgotten, and every tradition treated as an inconvenience, eventually we will preserve only the names while losing their meaning.

The challenge, therefore, is not to choose between preservation and change. It is to find the delicate balance between the two. A living culture must breathe. It must adapt to changing social and economic realities while holding firmly to the values, memories, and traditions that define it. Too much rigidity makes culture impractical. Too much flexibility makes it unrecognisable.

As a Newar, I do not want to see my culture extinct. I want it to remain alive, in our homes, our festivals, our language, our food, and our everyday lives. I want my future generation to know what Newar means. I also want them to embrace the new technology and the social changes. What I really wish is the balance between preservation and change. 

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