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I hear Voicesspace for voices to resonate October 27 Kids in meOne can smell the air and tell Dashain and Tihar is round the corner. There is something to Kathmandu air that tells you it's the festive season. Is it flowers spreading their pollens in mild october air? or is it morning dew on window pane telling you to cheer up? Is it warmth of the sun that makes you cheerful ? or is it the long vacation that takes worries off your shoulders? Is it the firecrakers? or is it the excitement of winning big on card games? is it a drunkard's bliss ? or is it warmth from your loved ones? I always favored Tihar over Dashain. No, it is not for their religious significance, whatever they may be. In fact, I find it funny that we should be happy that Ravan was killed on one of these days some thousands of years ago; or that Yamaraj is on vacation for a week this time of year. As kids, long time off from school was something we always looked forward to. I , and I am sure most of my friends, used to go to school because our parents wouldn't be happy otherwise. And punishment for not going to school could range from being chided, to getting locked up in Toilet; none very good alternatives. Thus we went to school. There were couple of guys who would manage to run away from schools. I always wondered how they did that - was it running away like a Forrest Gump would run? And where would one go if one were to run away from school ? Later, a kid told me that he ran away and watched a "Blue Film". I thought they were some movies with blue blackground. Since bunking classes were never an option, I had to look forward to Dashains and Tihars to have fun. Kites and Dakshinas for Dashain, fire crakers and Deusi for Tihar. No offence to my sisters, you guys are gorgeous but I disliked Bhai-Tika because they reminded me that the fun days were over and we had to go back to the pedagogy of classrooms. Was there any homework I needed to complete? Things changed later and schools bacame aware of need for extra curricular activities. Students were asked which games they liked to participate in. I wrote "Boxing" - I had seen it on TV that Boxing players wear gloves of some sort and you can punch the other guy all you want. I wanted a pair of those gloves. Though not Boxing, my school introduced Martial Arts classes and I joined Wu-shu club. They made us run and do push-ups to warm up. Lazy me left the lessons after 4 classes. Some boys however continued and earned belts of all colors by the end of their schooling. Naveen could break 10 tiles with a single punch, and SAN could kick 2 feet higher than his head. Nirman made it big with gymnastics. Chit is a drummer in a major Band. I have lost touch with many others, but I'm sure they either already are big names or are on the way to be one. In retrospect, school wasn't that bad a place.
--------------------------------------------------- One of those days when we were still peeing in our pants, SAN wrote the following lines after he was free kicking 2 feet higher than his head: आकाशबाट बूंदा वास्ताबिकताको वर्षात हुंदा मनीष हरु रंगी चंगी छाता भित्र आफ्नो अनुहार लुकाऊने गर्छन How true! June 25 Workout falloutYesterday:
Having been ashamed to see my figure in mirror, I decided I need some workout. So I put on long white socks, pair of running shoes, new pair of shorts and a good tee with additional layer of nice perfume just in case, and went to the gym in my apartment complex.
This gym is a meagre of a facility to say the least. I doubt they run any AC in there, and with all the sweating soul running hard on treadmill it's the last place you want to end up after 8 hours of gruesome hours at office. Yet following the maxim of 'body beautiful' I thought half an hour of retribution for all the junk food I take in during the day is well deserved. So I went in.
Inside, fans were running, two of them, and ladies were also running; also two of them. The lady on one of the treadmills looked at me and gave a slight smile of recognition, or so I thought. I imagine she lived next door to ours. Man! they make loud noise around midnight. Every night. I watched her body move up and down as she ran, and stopped short just in time so that she doesn't notice my ogle. I know it's not long before I get caught by one of those subjects. Every men's nightmare!
With coolness of a person who spent half his day at gum, I rode on the last remaining treadmill, adjusted settings like a pro, and started running- slow at first, then picking up pace as time progressed. I have seen lots of pros do like that. After couple'a minutes, the lady who gave me a smile earlier stopped her run and went to dumbbells. I turned to check her run-time. 15.51 minutes it was. I will beat that time, I told myself. She continued with her routine of dumbbells. I couldn't help notining how she had picked up extra fat round her waists and butts. She needed that workout, I joked with myself.
After running for 25 minutes and being glad that I beat that lady's record, I thought I had enough for the day. As I had probably sweated out lots of fluid, I drank lots of water from faucet by the restroom. I wonder why they install faucet by the restroom. always.
I left the gym promising myself I will return tomorrow run long enough to beat my own record.
Fast forward to today:
It's very hot and my roommate suggested that we should chill out with couple'a round of beers. I agreed. And now I am kinda jhyappppp. I will run tomorrow instead. May 09 attitudeShe is ugly, and she knows it. She is thin, has long nose and very untidy hair which has gone brown out of neglect. On first glance, you wonder if she has her spines broken somewhere because she stoops quite ackwardly. And worst of all, she is downright stupid. And she knows it as well. Yet she is not bogged down in any sense. She goes on talking to people, taking chances here and there, and enjoying life in the process. People shun her. She doesn't care.
She might be a flint of my imagination, but this lady is frequently making appearences in my dreams. Nothing romantic. I watch her from distance as people mistreat her and she goes on with total indifference.
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Gosh ! it's past midnight. Happy belated birthday anyway. As if it ever mattered.
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Sanu, my car, is not feeling well. She moans when we roar past 30mph, and she has trouble stopping when we are in high ride. She needs a good mechanic. Steve! he is like a family mechanic for all those who are in any way linked to Crosswinds.
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Funny that McClain thinks 'losing his bearings' refers to his age. We have a very good proverb in Nepal to describe this phenomenon "Chor ko Khutta kaat". April 23 boredomIt is one of those moments when you want to let cool breeze in your bedroom, while you relax with a shot of whiskey and play a soft romantic song on dim light. Too bad though, I quit drinking. So I am left with a playlist on youtube and flourescent light by my bedside to compensate for the rest. Window is open to let cool breeze occasionally gust in and make rattling sound as it hits the closet door. When it gets quiet, I can hear vehicles tearing across the I-80 on the distance. Pink wach on far table ticks along. It will soon hit midnight. I dont want to change into sleeping dress. I dont want to get up.
My decision to cut down on drinking hasn't gone down too well with the public in Omaha. Of course, one has to be either too sick, or too love struck or too broke to take a measure as drastic as that; and I have been preached, bribed, cajoled and forced to reconsider drinking , at least on Fridays. Alas! obstinate me, Son of a Man, a proud dick, havent touched the stinking liquid.
And I am worried my weekends are turning out to be an absolute waste.
March 30 a funny cycle"Envisioning the credence
And sensing the cloud nine of nonesuch With no more worries over the prospect I knew thou existed I’m assured again " - Keshuvko Here in Omaha our boys have known it for ages now, and recent weekends have all assured it over again, that despite all oddities of color, of religion, of money, of physique, there will be the a day of union prime.
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Its a funny cycle.
They come to USA with their pockets full of dollars soaked in oil from their backyards. They visit bars ( pubs? whats the difference ?? ) in the evening, organize parties in the night, sleep with blondes until the next afternoon - a sin by their social standard, a crime by their government's standard. And the all liberal america is a welcoming heaven with 70 virgins, all for you if you can afford it.
And the blondes who sleep with them, they have their own story. Their boyfriends are all able-bodied gentlemen, far more good looking and aggreeable than the oily asians. These men, however, have been shipped to Asia to fight a war to safeguard American interest in the long run. With their Men long gone, the Blondes ( human being nonetheless) can't be blamed if they found solace around the arms of other men who can spend cash like tap water. Afterall , all that matters is love and their love is safe in the hearts of their boyfriends.
The boyfriends of these blondes are the unluckiest lot. All they get to do is to patrol deserted street in war-torn parts of Asia. I can feel their desperate longing to get home, get to their girls and sing love songs for the rest of their lives. I can also feel their obeisance for the call of duty. These honourable men. Don't they ever check out local hotties? I bet they dont. Why? Because any girl, hot or not, would always have her face covered under some veil. How do the local men survive then ? The answer is easy. The local men go to the USA, with their pockets full of dollars soaked in oil from their backyards, and sleep with the blondes.
It sure is a funny cycle. February 19 drawing parallelsI think too much of CNN has made me fall in love with Amy Holmes. Though I am Obama supporter ( as if it matters ) and she is a republican strategist, all political boundaries fall loose when she starts to speak; and I sit, watch and wonder on the pretty face delivering political punditry, all substance , no nonsense. I wonder how she manages to keep her afro. I wonder if she shampoos her head. Btw dont you think Hillary's hairstyle is costing her much needed youth vote? I think Hubby Clinton is too busy checking out hotties elsewhere that he doesnt notice how unsexy Madam Clinton looks as the campaign withers on. If it were Nepal, she would be making rounds to astrolorgers who would declare she is at odds with stars. It's all written.
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I feel it'as all written for me as well. It's only my obstinate refusal to accept defeat that was keeping my nose above the surface, much like Mike Huckabee. I feel sorry for this guy. He doesnot sink. He cannot swim.
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So Amy Holmes is way too sexy to stay as a TV-politico-analyst. I think she has a better chance of securing presidency should she wish to run for it. Afterall America is looking forward to having a rockstar president.
Talking about rockstar president, how do you feel about the French Sarkozy ? I think we need couple of people like him hanging around. You know, stay in the news- be it for speeches or for bitches. Thats dynamics. Thats change.
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And finally, I am glad at knowing that you guys enjoy reading my mails. I will keep them coming down in your mailboxes whenever I feel like putting something down. Of course, Happy B'day to me!!
January 03 a fitting farewellSome years are so full of high hopes and deep despairs that while you are taking care of one and enjoying the other, you hardly realize how swiftly time slips by. Thats how year 2007 went by. If you were to draw a graph of my mood against days for whole of last year, it would look like the himalayan range looking from distance. There were times of happiness, hopes; and then times of helplessness, downright dejections. Then there were times of sleepless nights, with assignments and projects cracking your ass. There were times where people you cared for turned indifferent. There were times where people you wanted to avoid beacame friends. There were times when all hopes were lost. Then there were times when dead feelings sprang to life. What a year it was.
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Therefore road trip to States to the south was a fitting farewell to that eventful year. It was nice to see so many familiar faces, talk to them and share laughters. It was nice, again, to meet old folks and relive the fun-filled moments we had spent years ago. And above all, it was nice to rekindle hopes of harmony at times when the human in my heart was so degrading itself for lack of amity.
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Have a very peaceful year ahead. December 27 of sensible woman, intelligent man and a stupid kidMy mom is looking for a 'gharelu' wife for me. She feels that her son, who she believes writes half of Nebraska's software codes, now needs a support in the form of a partner who would look after him much the same way as she looked after for as long as he can remember. Very sensible woman.
My dad- when we talk it feels as if he has immense confidence in me that I am capable of scoring anywhere, anytime at my will and that He neednt worry a bit about me not finding a girl on my own. He tells me stories of how much in demand he himself was when he was my age. And he has no doubt that I have inherited all his looks and brains. Very intelligent man.
And I - a non-believer in arranged marriages, intently listen to them and chuckle to myself. Very stupid kid.
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So I made this trip to Colorado yet again. Yes twice in as many weeks span. Wasnt there to date a chick, just to make records straight. In fact , during the whole trip only chick I came across was the indian lady at motel reception. She told me she was born in England, but was originally from Gujrat, India . " Do you have any interesting things going round here for Christmas eve ?" I asked , upon which she sarcastically remarked that I was in totally wrong part of town to be asking that sort of question. I bet she has dealt with hundreds of assholes like me.
Our lack of preparation for the trip was compensated by Mirza's GPS and his ever powerful Mazda that would shoot through vast stretches of I-80, I-70 and inner highways like a cheeta. And yes Pravin's hospitalilty made us feel that we are gods in deed - Atithee Devo Vaba. Man , we are indebted.
Colorado is beyond description even at this time of year when everything is freezing and barren. I can only imagine how beautiful will the place be in spring.
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So I decided I will come back to Colorado again. Perhaps by that time it will have been decided once and for all whether this stupid kid can pull off a trick on his own. December 04 faltu guffyear 2050 or so...i was a kid about to hit his puberty and eager to take on the world....i used to append "the great" after every signature ( phew! only if I knew), and I really believed I would achieve some greatness....greatness as in Einstein, greatness as in Devkota; greatness as in all greats that we used to read or hear about...what a delusion..youth wasted while young!
But that was also the time I had my first crush...you know they say people never forget their first love...i say people never forget their first crush...Keshuvko and Sam , if you are reading, do something else, its not for you two ;) ....
I thought she was the most beautiful girl that could ever be born on the face of earth..i mean how perfect can a face be?...i thought she had all the looks of a supermodel...like those on FTV, no! not the bare chested ones you moron!!!!..... i thought of her, dreamt of her...turned red upon a single mention of her in my circle of friends...yes..this boy in his early teens was in love.
Now I think of her and laugh at my stupidity.
Then it was high school...boy, werent we bursting with hormones!!...every chat with fellow boys would lead to the three letter word topic - SEX ; afterall we were sexually deprived nepalese adolescence; star movies being our only source of any adult material- that too on afterhours when we were sure everyone else were asleep....i hear star movies doesnt run any adult materials anymore...fucking purists. as if its gonna stop anything.
It was also a time when any proximity to any girl would intice a strange chemistry; that would prosper into imaginary love affair and then end in eventual breakup. Any Navin Bhattarai song would come handy to soothe the ailing soul. or perhaps a Ram K. Dhakal number. And they did come up with some touching pieces, didnt they ? "Timilai Maa, dobato ma" and the "Oorali lageko Harin"...damn! our boys were such good singers, Kali are you reading?
Pulchowk campus was fun for all the diversity it brought in. There were all kinds of boys and girls...Boys that would talk at end of things that happened in their lives , or about things they wished had happened in their llives; boys that would talk only when drunk; boys whose talk could never be trusted; even girls looked and talked like boys. There were some fucking retard bastards; and some real smart asses. Drunkards. Geniuses. Guffadis. Maniacs. Assholes. Gems.
On one corner of balcony that overlooked the Architecture building, our boys would converge to check out on hotties down below. We always wondered why every girl of worthy figure had to be enrolled in Architecture...god! they have 1:1 boys to girls ratio....compare that to our 22:2 !!.........do you know one genuine hottie was first on the waiting list for enrollment in comp engg ? Now you know, bcoz Im telling you.... some Daibagya from Bagbazar..Sush, wouldnt that have been awesome?? :) ...
November 03 hate wintersTherefore this morning I woke up and decided I should bury a bad dream and enjoy a beautiful fall morning. Its still practically fall in Omaha, with leaves going golden yet hanging on to their dear branches; few of them falling to ground with frequent gusts of wind. A week from now, the branches will go naked and ground will go golden. Two weeks from now, I will have to gear up for subzero temperatures. Welcome Winter, I hate you.
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I am perhaps more scared of living human than of a dead soul. The living Halloween queen did scare shit out of me, but now that I know it's dead, Im no more afraid.
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Now time for some fun stuff:
1. Got a new cellphone afterall; Boy! it was a long indecision on which model to choose.
2. I have run out of socks.
3. Got a 30 min massage the other day. Neck and back. No "Happy Endings" as our boys would be quick to ask; they are very professional.
Thats pretty much it. Life's bland otherwise, but hey , Watch this http://youtube.com/watch?v=aMe_OkHxtoI . Sweet na ? I have been flirting with the idea of unconditional love, but then I realized asking for unconditional love is in itself a condition. October 21 nothingTika. It used to be fun. We would always feel inferior when we sit and total our 'Dakshina' alongside our cousins. Girls would always collect more. There was either nothing, or too little for us boys. We 3 brothers.
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There is nothing like a long drive when you are hit hard by bouts of nostalgia. Play a country song, and speed on I-80. "Before we bury it, lets make sure it's dead." I love country lyrics. Simple and touching. You feel even you can write one of those. You feel they are singing just for you. And you feel you are none different from them. This feeling puts smile of belonging to my face. And i sing along, tapping my fingers on the sterring." I've gat to see you again".
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I seriously have nothing to say. Silence is all i can offer. But it feels good to know you are at the other end.
October 19 flying with kiteKites used to catch our fantasy as kids. They would fly to heights we would yearn to be atop. They would roam around places we were forbidden to be around. They were symbol of freedom, of carefree abandon, of colorful youth that could flow as the wind blows; and with kites our dreams would flow. Our kite would spiral up to kiss the clouds. Our kites would nosedive to chase doves away rooftop. Our kites were king of our skies. Oh how much I wished I could fly with a kite.
A Dashain Sky was also a battleground in the neighborhood to prove dominence with strongest and sharpest of kite-ering skills. From Diamond Mark Dhago to Knock Mark Dhago, there used to be an edgemanship- who gets to reign the longest in the sky with a single kite. Nepalese are born to fight; and fight we would with our kites up in the sky.
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I dont remember very well, but I did something very impressive that time in class that our grade teacher gave me a notebook and suggested that I maintain a diary in it. I remember the first line of my first ever diary, it was dashain time - " I found a kite. It is a four checkered kite." . Yes I remember the "char buttae chhanga" that happened to land on our yard , 'chet vako chnaga'.
I remember getting a whole month of break right from Ghatasthapana until the end of Tihar. Of course there used to be backbreaking homeworks, but we knew very well that they werent gonna be checked all through. Therefore any bulk of bullshit filled in-between was more than welcome. This story dates back 16 years. Class 5. What a year it was.
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Sixteeen years on, my interests have drastically changed. I no longer want to claim my sky with a dominant kite with strongest thread to control it. Whats there in it anyway!?! You are strong now, but you have to roll back at the end of the day anyway. What would be more persistant is to stay higher up in whatever small kingdom you possess.
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Happy dashain people. And thanks for your readership. It hit 10,000 mark couple of weeks ago. Bravo! October 11 Dashain aayoआयु द्रोण सुते
श्रीयं दशरथे सत्रुस्च यामराघवे ऐशोर्य नहुशे गतिस्च पवाने मनंच दुर्योधने दानवा सुर्य सुते बलम हलधरे सत्यम्च कुन्ती सुते बिज्ञाने बिदुरे भवति भवताम किर्तिस्च नारायने September 25 like a bad carOk its dehydration. A small pimple that had started on my forehead has taken shape of a marble, a red one at that. In past I have tried visiting dermitologist, but I have since been politely informed by my insurance agent that they don't cover visit to doctors for cosmetic reasons. And my acne falls right in that category. So, i thought, I have no girl to impress why spend hundreds for something that will go away in a week anyway! Pimple stays on my forehead, money stays in my wallet.
I have a bad history of acne. Back in those prime days when even my saliva had hormones boiling out of it, my cheek would be covered with red dots along the beard line down my neck. I thought it had something to do with the razor I was using, until a friend doing medicine tendered his (professional ? ) advice. Couple of pills and they would go, only to reappear in couple of weeks.
The best cure I have been told is to drink a lot of water. Gallons of it, like a bad car that eats gallos of fuel. So I carry a water bottle wherever I go, and make sure I drink it too. One day I hope to take a pimple-less picture of mine and post it in Hi5 or in Facebook, whichever is hot at the moment.
September 18 Thats life.oops! i have lost my mind and my words. I have so many things to write about, but sentenses lose their steam mid-way and I fail to put events into words. Something deep within is profoundly unsettling. Like yesterday I slept around 1pm with 5 beers down at Dave's place and awake I was right at 6.24 Am.
Its always fun to gather round beer and make fun of people. Yesterday it was Kali at the receiving end. 1400 miles west to where he was sleeping, boys were telling tales of how Kali became a laughing stock 6 years ago. A quick phone call and he was verbose with explanation as to what had really happened and how it was not a big deal. And to retaliate it right on my face, he would remind me of how vulnerable I myself was to being ridiculed given the quagmire that I am in right now. Haha, I shrugged it off and shot back a loud laugh. Fun Fun.
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Given the amount of travelling I have done in recent weekends, the Department of Energy ( if there is one) should offer me free fuel to redeem the mileage I have registered on odometer. Driving is fun, because I take pleasure in the journey itself rather than the destination. Its more fun when the road winds down a snake, and at each turn there is an expectation of something different. I get apprehensive when Interstates stretch from Horizon to Horizon. They challenge you with the enormity of earth itself, and you sort of lose hope of reaching anywhere. Yet you carry on; you have no option. No turning back. No stopping. Thats life.
September 14 abstract chintanI am always prepared for apathy of people I am interested in, and for unwanted attention of people I care the least for. I have long realized that the dice of life doesnt roll the way as you wish it to, and that things that didnt occur in your wildest of imaginations sometimes glare you right into your eyes. People have given this phenomenon a four letter name - Luck.
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Sometimes I feel I am a shithead.
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I believe its the case with all, that their actions ( and inactions thereof ) are governed by not only their inner voice, but often times its the 'gain-loss' scenario that ultimately has a say in what we chose to do. Words of wisdom , however , take a sideline when the subject in question is you, yourself. I fail to console myself when I happen to be on the losing side. I see what I achieved. They see what I couldnt perform. Its just perspective my friend.
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Perspective my ass! Who the fuck is to decide where I should be and where I shouldnt.
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Im sorry. Im out of work and its 2.20 am and im drunk. Not a usual scene; but today Im devastated; as in a big asteroid has hit my small world. I look around. Stars far, distant and cold are smiling , as if giving me glimmer of faraway hope, that I too might shine one day. September 10 nice oneIm reposting this poetry; a piece written by a very good friend of mine.
And thus a story began
with all my loft dreams; I came into this Earth For everything but death. As ahead I toddled, I wanted to walk; With a few more steps Brisk and firm, Away I would run. And my mom missed me much Not perished but by sun, - Written by SAM September 03 like a bad pancakeLast week's 16 hr marathon on I-35 and its tributaries took its revenge right on the day it ended. It hurt down there on the back, right where my tail would be if human too had tails. I wonder how would they have designed the car seat if we were to have tails ! Perhaps we would then roll it like a pig's, and the car seat would perhaps have a small cavity on the back, just to hold our tail. Or perhaps a hole on the back, so that the tail goes all the way to the other side of the seat. I imagine people would then relate pride to their tail- longer the tail, greater the pride...."you should save my tail from embarrassment , son!"
But then the pain was worth the reward, however short lived the later might have been. Though my attempts to follow up have been tossed out like a bad pancake, I am glad to have made it that far and be bang on target. And though the frappucino might have tasted like some mouthwash, Im glad it offered me one more hour of company.
When I come to think of it, a total of 1056 miles - thats like driving from Mechi to Mahakali and back. How wonderful!
August 29 my take on humorI have mentioned it couple of times in the past that I am a bathroom singer. And a dancer at that too. Please dont get me wrong, I write it b'coz I think its funny. Sorry if isn't.
If a girl was to declare herself to be a bathroom dancer, I would be quick to picturize the whole event and giggle to myself, pig that male race are born to be. But , take it, isnt it funny ? Perhaps I have a different take on what is humorous.
I would subscribe to advertisement that sold ladies vests ( i refrain from calling it a bra) with Anna Kournikova as its model and with tagline "Only the balls should bounce" . Come'on people, im not being lecherous here. Its plain humor.
And with the same beat, I dont hesitate to declare that my socks stink. Yes they do, and I doubt if any of yours hasnt done so at least once in your lifetime. But I am aware of the fact, and am sensible enough to change it once in a while.
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This is what I find lacking in most of people around. This ability to sit back and laugh at our own foolishness, eccenctricities, dogmas, habits , thoughts , imaginations; this humility to celebrate incompleteness of human race, and be open about our weaknesses. August 22 Extremely Bored.Extremely bored. Thats how I am right now. Its raining cats and dogs outside. Inside, I have piles of work to complete by sunirse tomorrow. After 2 cups of sugarless, creamless Nescafe, which I have come to become fond of, I am left with no other diversion but to get back to work. A quick glance through Hi5 - no new friend requests. Logout. Youtube too is a nice source of entertainment though. A Navin Bhattrai playlist is always refreshing. There used to be a time when all I sang used to be his. Later my songs became ruse for my buddies to make fun of me. And I am now confined to being a shower singer. I take shower everyday , btw.
There was a time when I used to take long walks to ward off bouts of boredom. That would be in good ol' kathmandu where round every crossroad you would know a friend or a relative who lived close by. And you would always bump across one of them without a miss. That reminds me of Dave. In our friend's circle boys would rather walk alone that give him company, specially if you were to take a round of Newroad area. Problem being Dave's social network is so well interweaved that he would halt frequently to talk to his numerous acquantainces. And we would have to wait for him until he has asked good health about that friend's Dad, Mom, Sis, Bro , Uncle...you get the idea....Only to be stopped again by another acquaintance of his 10 steps ahead. Jack Rabbit.
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On a different note, I havent changed socks for 5 days in a row. May be even more. It doesnt smell bad yet, but I cannot guarantee. August 16 just in zestDrunk ?
No buddy, its only a thursday; what do you think!
But then watching Alizee shake her booty on Youtube, who wouldnt want to hold a chilled Corona while clicking all related videos ?
I remember the first few months of my arrival in US. Net was a scarcity, and when I did log on to MSN our dudes in KTM would throw messages all at once.. "HI friend ! How is the blonde doing?" , or some would be as direct to ask "Did you score ?"............and I would patiently explain that ground reality on US soil is totally different from hollywood flicks. They wouldnt agree.
Two years have passed and I still have difficult time explaining "prospective students" that the "extra curricular activities" is only an illusion. As a fellow put it "...a white with a leaper has a better chance of scoring than a seemingly good looking south asian..." ( i might have paraphrased a bit ) .
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Thats why a freshman south asian behaves like a walking-talking 16 yr old hormone even when he/she is 25 (and beyond). But as semester progresses, they realize their funds is depleting like the polar ice, and there starts their realization that sunny days arent there to stay forever. Suggestingly so, north american sun too sets too early towards the end of fall.
Welcome to the darkness. August 08 graduationAfter the fallout of infamous "5 dollar fuck" I was like 'agultoo lae haneko kukkur' ( once bitten twice shy , if you will ) . Perhaps the reader expected it to be as erotic as the title suggested, but got frustrated upon finding no vulgarity.
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Like a person high on meth, I dont get excited with petty things in life. Like I should be dashing around like 'ason ko sadae' given the fact that I am graduating this friday. People elsewhere would get laid all night after binging all day, all week to celebrate the end of "two years of tiresome, gruesome, arduous journey" through the university. Others would make plans to add a feather of PHD to their already ornate crown of degrees. And then there is Me.
I am not making any plans. I am not excited to be walking down the aile with black gown and golden scarf. I am not sad either; dont mistake me for a frustuu kid. In fact I am looking forward to the friday, but not with any more enthusiasm than an ordinary person looks forward to a weekend; You know , an excuse to booze until your senses become numb and you see no difference between a restroom and a bedroom. You dont wait for a graduation day to do that , do you?
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Got a pair of Nike the other day. Brown with the trademark Tick in cream. As I look to admire it, I get a feeling that perhaps it is a soccer shoe. Perhaps Im being a pakhe king.
July 08 asshole in NYHolidays on wednesdays are fun. You work on monday, and tuesday feels like a friday..and you work on thursdday and therez a friday again. Therefore july fourth on wednesday made the whole week seem a lot shorter. My XP calendar shows year 2012 as having a similar week at the latest. I wonder where I wil be that time.
Sunday marked the end of last weeks fun. As I bade farewell to Gabri I knew I was returning to the same boredom of Omaha.
The trip to Fairfield, however, was memorable for multiple reasons. Mirza's car was awesome to say the least. His collectin of songs was tailored right down to my specific taste. His car has ABS and moon roof that actually opens and closes as well. Only if he had a GPS gadzet installed !!( Happy , Mirza ?)
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What else? I am confused whether Pork is tastes better than Chicken. The rivalery btn these two specis is set to continue for quite a while.
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Oh yeah, firday night was supposed to be the night our boys get themselves laid. They went to Nico's with their confidence shooting over the roof, but returned with their ego hurt beyond repair. Reason? Girls out there would be either too tall or too fat or too sexy for them to handle. lol.
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I still want you to " tell me your dreams".
July 02 GabriI was already waiting for the night to mature.
Kali lived up to his end of the bargain. The night had started with a pitcher of beer at a local bar. Crowd had just started to thicken. Music just went faster. A small group of enthusiasts were already thronging the dance floor. Occasional thunder of laughter would come form the far corner. It was a beginning of a typical friday night.
We were in for second round of beer that she jumped in, hurriedly, as if she was looking for someone who had promised to be there.
"Hi Gabri", - kali waved his hand, and looked at me, his lips making a curl trying to hide his excitement on seeing her.
"Hi Kalu" - She waved back as she came forward.
Gabriela reminded me of that Argentine girl I met at Cantillery brewery. Latino eyes, latino accent - thats what makes latino girls so sexy. And they are friendly, too friendly in fact to our standards. She was probably 5'2", black hair, round eyes ; and had fat tissues right where they ought to be.
"Meet my friend Prasanna " , Kali showed his generosity.
We shook hands. She smiled.
"I will see you later at the party".
I can't wait, i thought. I was already waiting for the night to mature.
She met us right in front of the entrance with a lovely embrace. Had she been a Protugese girl, she would have offered 2 bonus kisses on her cheeks - Daniela, Oh! how much she is missed even to date.
She led us in. The party was already in full swing. Men and women across cultures, across continents brought together by a common zeal to celebrate the spirit of youth. I suddenly realized I had a lot of youthful energy to have a swing on the floor. I looked around. Kali and Anita were looking cute. I thought Gabri and I would make even sweeter couple.
The next morning I woke up to my alarm's call. It was time to leave. I rang Gabri up for a goodbye call. She came to see us off.
"Come down to Omaha if you get a chance", I meant it.
"Sure, now I have a reason to". She smiled and clasped me in a genuine hug.
Note: The author had the pleasure of company of Mr. Navin Thakur aka Thyakae and Mr. & Mrs. Kali Das Sharma Bhramhan at all times during the plot. |
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