An ordinary MONDAY with Fries and Tea...

Yet another ordinary Monday, on the crowded streets of Thamel and I go observing everything around me.

I am walking and viewing everything taking place near to me.

I made myself comfortable on the plastic chair at BK’s chips, sipped the Nepali masala tea and each piece of the fries just made me write something about everything that was taking place around me. I saw four young guys gathered on the next table…young and full bright smiles, I heard the laughter’s and their jokes that grabbed my attention. I Looked at the and remembered my days with my good friends in the same place and almost the same surrounding but the time has changed.  Laughing out loud without caring what the people are going to think and say, this is what I call a bond of friends. Counting each wrinkled note and coming up to the bill to pay together happens always…

I remember my days with friends. somewhere down the line,I badly miss those amazing days when a note of hundred rupees brought million dollars of good times together.

Mashutzo Writes..

talking to the Walls again

I am talking to the walls again…
I am sharing words with them…
but I hear no words in return…..
But the sign of comfort is there…since the words I have whispered are all going to be within us only..

Mashutzo Writes.

Hide and Seek game...

I feel good to see people dropping tears and when they pass out their emotions through tears. I find them timely; at least they can express what they are going through, through all those drops of tears. I mean isn't that great that you can show your emotions, feelings and your concerns through tears.

Every now and then,

The salty drops of water cover the eyes, where it seems hard to hold them tight. I call them tears…

While wondering why all these unstoppable tears love my dry cheeks so dearly,

I run my fingers through the dry skin, with the fear of being observed by the unknown eyes.

I smartly pull the end of my sleeves with my hands and wipe them all…

Have to work it this way,

And I call this yet another day of hide and seek.

Mashutzo Writes.

vanishing words...

When the words printed in these flags can fade away…How possibly can we rely on the words someone has whispered in the chilly cold night?

Mashutzo Writes.

first Thought of first January 2013...

left: Bhuchung dorjee my sister donka, Hottie and Me for the 1st time in my Blog.

Had the craziest Night of my Life,
Shouted like never before,
laughed like i rule this world,
forgetting everything and everyone, i had the freaking Awesome night and i drank like a Whale :P.
'1st thought of 1st January'
As the year passed, i met many new faces, i left many old faces behind, i encountered old faces again after years.
i was able to put together new good relations and i agreed to let go of good people...
Been upset, disappointed, mystified, blissful, thrilled and i can say completely working year....
I am glad with the people who are still with me and people who are not with me at this point of time where i stand. Changes come. Many changes did occur in many ways...
Relation changed, Feelings changed, opinions changed, thinking changed.
All accepted. No hard feelings and YES, No regrets.
And I call this as my experienced year 2012.
I am all ready to see what this year 2013 has stored for me.
Happy New year People.
and before making new-resolution try to find out who you are in Real, will be really easy in following the resolutions…..:)

Happy New Year 2013 and have a healthy year ahead.
1st thought of January 1st...

Mashutzo Writes.