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..

My morning walk with my thoughts...

The start of the best way...

i jumped several times to get the beautiful photograph...

Voooooohoooooo Good Morgan everyone and me...

The beautiful part of the morning....wonder why do people say there isn't any right place for morning walks in kathmandu...

It’s been few days now that I have been jogging. Jogging is not only about setting the Alarm; it’s about rubbing your eyes in the dark morning and rising, shining along with the alarm. I  am sincerely fond of sleeping late till the late morning and that late morning breakfast when everyone around you seemed rush to offices and colleges but you still have that amount of time to ease yourself with everything.

Morning jogging goes best when you coincidently encounter with the good-looking guy from your locality around the same place you go every morning. Well this sounds like the cherry on the cake. Kidding, he is already married and I can’t dare to look at him when I personally have the knowledge that he already has tied knot with someone who is very healthy *trying to sound mean here*. Since I love my health, I just don’t want to risk it.

Anyway, jogging is going pretty well and I am loving the fact that I am doing good, warming up early in the morning around 5 and seeing people faces that early morning is a different feeling.

Today morning I witnessed this beautiful morning sun-rays and I was delighted to notice them with my eyes. I instantly took my phone out and started taking picture of the beautiful morning.

Mashutzo Writes...

Never ending Nightingale Nights..

Couple of stress weeks passed since I encountered what I have been avoiding to face.  It’s hard time to take in the air when the moment you caught a lie from the person you give over yourself, the moment when you feel deceived, the moment when you feel naïve not to notice the alarming threats of multiple cheats and the moment when you feel you are worthless.

There is nothing I can do nor can I bring changes in everything that is going around or that has been going around. I am closely introduced with this practical fact know that Regretting for something you have never done is the foolish way to waste time and energy but sometimes being wise seems a problem at certain level of time.

Phur phur phuurrrrr shu shu shu…let all this thoughts go away…

Its 10:08 pm, Date 24/7/2012
my long hair all set freely over my shoulders, neatly dried after the wash.
I rest my back on the wall with the support of the pillow to comfort me when I am lonesome.
Wiped the kaajol and mascara with the wet-tissue papers and placed it on the nearby table. The eye-glass resting on my nose to comfort my eyes, I took the book and turned to the book to page 197. I am reading and I hope I can occupy my uneasy mind for a while now.

i don't want to make my life like a book.

Mashutzo Writes.

Strange everywhere~

Everything seems strange.
why????
May be because I am strange…
May be the people around me are strange…
May be I am close by a strange surrounding….
May be Strange thoughts are haunting me…
May be strange is there because everything was totally strange from the very beginning….

Strange people,
Strange behaviors,
Strange characters,
Strange thinking,
Strange views,
Strange everything,

Everything is Strange. Totally strange; it seems peculiar to me all of sudden now. Yes, everything is weird around me, the people and everything related to the people. I hate the fact that everything around me is going thoroughly weird not wonderful.

Mashutzo writes.

Conductor Dai,

I was in hurry to get in and grab a seat in the Blue Local-Bus from ‘Nepal Yatayat’ to Boudha with my sister. I didn’t see anything than the free seats on the 3^rd row of the left side. I took out my ‘made-in-china’ fancy hand-fan and gave myself some relief from the exhausting sunny day. I pushed the window-glass fully backward and was ready to enjoy some breezy air.

My sister was trying to take a nap as she leaned against my shoulder and the song of Bob Dylan ‘blowing in the wind’ was just so right for the weary day. I was only watching the people by the road, the small stalls where I witnessed that, selling a piece of cigarette seemed more important than feeding her infant child, a middle aged woman roasting the corns in the such killing temperature was shouting at her husband in front of people and if anyone expects a reason I don’t really have it, then there I saw a woman who was running along with the speed of the bus just to sell a bottle of mineral water. The sweats dropping from her forehead and her hairs all messed up with the dust covered-look showed she is having hard time indeed. It was like overall watching where I stand at that time and the only difference was the twenty five Nepali rupees that made me take that so-called a bit comfort and shaky seat of that Blue Local Bus where I was witnessing the activities going roughly. I was just looking around. The bus was moving as the conductor was shouting to pile more and more passengers to have healthy Dal-bhat for the day. Well he surely deserves a food meal after all……as if like someone cares, (jokes a part).

Someone banged on the right near to my seat from the outside and the bus stopped. I took my head out of window to check who it was, my eyes caught by the middle aged man whose nose was covered with a mask leaving his mouth freely as he was shouting continuously to bring more passengers in and was telling the passengers inside to make space for other pending passengers. With a simple framed spectacle, a faded navy cap he looked as if he belongs to a well settled family but his dark tanned skin sparkling sweats has something else to say.  He was, the conductor.

Everyone in the bus was quiet. No one complained a bit about the cramped situation. I was ok as I was sitting by the window seat and was wondering why he has to work as a conductor in a Local-Bus? Does he have a family? The money he gets from the conductor job, could it be enough for him and his family? If he has kids, how does he manage to pay for them? How many times a day he eats? And the major question that was hitting me was; why he chose to be a conductor??

Everyone has their own part of stories and problem; maybe he has his own shares of problem in life.

I hurriedly took out the mobile from my brown leather bag as the conductor was intensely shouting outside to bring more passengers. He saw me with the mobile and I acted as if I got a call, then taking the chance of his occupied mind, I quietly took a photo of him shouting at the people. I am glad he didn’t hear the sound of camera, thanks to the ‘thotorey’ local bus of Kathmandu city….

We got off at the chabahil and my sister handed him 50 rupees note and said ‘ek jana ko student id cha’ “tyau” “but to our surprise he didn’t give us off on the student id and the bus left with its speed.

the only photo i could possibly get  at that moment from my phone...., glad he didn't hear the click sound :D 

Mashutzo writes.

sister's post~

its always an amazing feeling to see how the little ones who watches and imitates everything what i do,stands to my height in no time, understands every bit of hard-time and the value of happiness....
we are connected as a women, and sisterhood is what makes it perfect~. i lately knew my little sister turned to a complete lady at the very beginning of the 20's, 
p.s- stop using my lipstick lol :P 

Mashutzo Writes

Monsoon rain!

alone with some sheets of paper and a pen :)

I sit by the air corridor of my office as I forgot my key of my office in home and was waiting for my friend’s arrival.

I took out the diary and a pen from by bag. This feel to jot down some words appeared within me. I smiled in disguise to enjoy the morning rain all alone. I sat by the bench quietly, listening to the drops of the rain hitting the branches of the huge Tree that I can confront right away in front of me. Usually I could hear the birds singing on the trees for the nature by this time, may be it’s because of regular rain that kept them rest in their cozy nest.

beautiful day to see the shining drops :)

The huge tree was shining like it’s nicely decorated with the diamonds all over it. I hope the birds were delighted to notice the splendid natural shines today.

Was hoping if the birds could come over dancing and flap their wet wings to enjoy the moment of Monsoon here!

i am all Alone in my own world where none can stop me to imagine things in my own way :)

There is a voice beneath me, words that I have kept stored for a long,

Longing to cried out loud to feel myself free,

But the monsoon rain pouring strongly on the earth,

Swallowed them all,

Now seems like there is no more Voice and no more words,

Leaving me all alone for nothing~

Seems like I have to wait for another monsoon again to bring the words and the lost voice .~!

few things that always stays with me no matter What....

 Smile to Life  J