Monday, November 28, 2011

Son of a bitch?


I was hungry enough to get faint on the way to Durbar marg, I was searching the right place to eat so that I can get back to my business.
Sometimes you get confused what to eat when you are surrounded by all those fancy and over rated restaurants around rather than their food taste.
Without any delay I made my way straight to ‘Hot Breads’ to have pastries. I had two chocolate truffles which brought me the energy to start my business again. I had spare time so I ordered for fries. I was cleaning my hands with the paper napkin which has their clear logo of ‘hot breads’ when I heard a man with husky voice talking on the phone next to me;
‘What, what did you just say? Don’t get me mad when I am already uptight of the office work’.
There was a bit silence then.
One of the waiters noticed the bothered face of the man. The man was still listening to the person whoever it was on the phone like a student gives keen interest on getting the lesson of a chapter. Since the man was just next to my table I could easily notice that he was raising his index finger round the handle of the coffee cup with confused face.
The only thing the man was constantly saying was ; It wasn’t like that,
                                                                                               but, listen, God listen, harey k bancha!
An invitation for silent moment again emerged.
I was enjoying the fries with the ‘momo Achar ‘.
The man on the phone got furious enough in answering the phone. The only thing I heard very clear and loud was his ‘Shut up’ words. His command ‘shut up’ just dragged everyone’s attention out of blue and one of them was obviously me wondering what is going on?
He hanged up the phone saying ‘Bitch’ in very low sound. I was very close to him which made this possible to hear the annoying word ‘bitch’.
He asked for the bill and headed to the counter reaching his purse from his back pocket. He then left from the counter murmuring;
‘It’s hard to understand woman ‘.
The waiter looked at me in disguise and pouted his lower lips and raised his eye brows trying to understand the matter and that was little funny.
The man in the formal uniform left, I heard the word ‘bitch’ literally in the middle of finishing my fries, the waiter got back to his work to serve the pouring customers, the table was cleaned again and everything was normal back.
I was at my own position on the table dipping the fries in the momo Achar and relaxing for a while but there was something that was rolling like a stone in my mind and as I gulped a mouthful of water question aroused within me;
Did the man just say ‘It’s hard to understand woman ‘?                                 
I wonder with the fact that every time there is something not going right between a man and a woman , why does the conversation always stopped with the line ‘It’s hard to understand these woman ‘.
Seems like man quality is such in high position that he could use the word bitch anywhere he wants and anytime he is pissed. Yes the word bitch.
IF women are the real bitches then men should never forget that they are the real son of those real bitches, what say?
Son of a Bitch!

An animations says it all.
Om!

Thursday, November 10, 2011

MeeRa " A girl among us"

U fail to know me, if u judge me!




It was the third day of Nepal bandha. I was feeling bored and looking for a good way to pass my day. I took a book called “Sold” written my ‘Patricia’ from my book shelf and a packet of ‘Lays’ chips from the kitchen and entered my room to continue with the story. But the kids playing next to our building really disturbed me. I found myself eating the lays only and the book was on the pillow opened with the book marker placed in between. My room was a total mess. My table was crammed with books, a mug, my pen drive, article papers from the workshop, camera, and red nail polish and so on. The Om (nepali) print with the psychedelic color that lay on the wall added a charm to my room. I headed to the TV room to watch some good programs. The repeated Indian reality show programs made me sleepy when my Amala (mother) with a loud shouted,
“These Nepal bandhas don’t even let us have fresh vegetables”. She was showing me the shopping bag. I nodded as she was saying all those things about vegetables and Nepal bandha. I was really not interested to listen to same monotonous issues. I was scratching my head for a way and thinking for a way to skip from the situation when I received a call from a friend of mine and she said
“Oie Lhamo lets go for cycling”.
We agreed and headed towards Tusal where one of our friends was waiting. We left from home with the doubt if we could get any cycles at that time for hire. We could see everyone on the road cycling from every age. People were walking on the road. Kids were playing badminton, football in the middle of the way; youngsters were buying peanuts, ice cream, fruits from the vendors. Rickshaw riders seemed really happy with the tourist, though they were drenched in sweat.
We walked through tusal. As we passed through the gate of Boudha Gemini Supermarket, we asked one of the passersby and got to know that cycles were available for hire in Kumarigal. The moment when we arrived at Kumarigal, there weren’t any cycles. Without any choice we had to wait for the cycles in the nearby local restaurant. . It was a simple an ordinary restaurant. A single room with the kitchen attached with two tables. We were little hungry and one of my friend asked if anyone of us wanted to have something. Since we had plenty of time to wait, we ordered Vegetable chowmein, Roti and Alu, omelet and tea and decided that we would share them all. It was an ordinary restaurant.
We were talking with each other about the condition of Nepal and the people, the society and the way the people think in the society. Just then a girl’s threw her voice in between our conversation but we didn’t give any importance to her and continued with our own chat but time and again she interrupted, trying to make her presence in our discussion. Her constant act made me give a keen look at her.
She had a look of a teenage girl. Her eyes were beautifully art done with the black eye liner of the seventies Bollywood actresses which can easily grab the attention of anyone. Her messy haircut (totally short from back and a long threat like at the check bones) gave her the look of a rock star. Her golden, red and blue colored bangles (which now a day’s teenagers would try to match with their style and clothes) sprinkled a pinch of lady look in her. She was wearing a simple red and black v-neck shirt with the light blue skinny jeans. A black converse shoe which had double laces of black and white added a style and well I could notice her studded leather belt. She has a beautiful clear skin, no blemishes and not even a single pimple on her face. I have heard that beauty is the skin deep and yes looking at her skin, it made me feel that “she really had the beauty”. She had pierced her left side nose with a silver ring which actually gave me the feel that she can be either Rai limbu or Gurung.
She was reading a Nepali newspaper and said “kya Bhopal jagada bhayecha mao-vadi ra police ko yaar” to one of the young guy who was next to her. The guy was sleeping with his arms folded on the table. But he didn’t avoid whenever the girl asked something. She was ordering this and that to the guys around her, who gave me the feel that she was one of the powerful character of a woman of the Indian movie.
One fair guy with yellow green colored shaggy hair appeared suddenly and said something in a very low voice to her. She then got up and went inside the restaurant with the guy searching for something in her jeans pocket. After a couple of minutes they came out and she said something which was out of my knowledge. The guy left and she came back to the place where she was sitting before. I looked at her hands which were swollen. The way she spoke and the way she pronounced the words were uncertain and it seemed as if something was wrong with this girl. She looked sleepy and it would take a while to make her understand what we are actually talking about. I was very much interested to know this girl who seemed really gutsy about every word she uttered. Her every sentence gave me this vibe that she was indeed a local youngster spending their time hanging in groups. She was frequently using the words Saale, hawrey, as though she enjoyed it.
Her every movement captivated me and I asked her, “timi k garchau”? She looked at me and said “mero budha le malai hercha.”
She seemed proud while answering this, she looked happy with whoever he was. She seemed too young to get in a relation like marriage but when I asked her about her age, she was 25. Then without a delay I made my comment to appreciate about her beauty. She was with all smiles. With a surprised expression on my face, unbelieving the fact that she was 25 I said immediately “timi lai thaha cha ,timi dheray ramri chau ra timi pacchis varsha ko jasto dekhdaina” (do you know how beautiful you are and you don’t look like 25) with unwilling smile on her face she looked at everyone and said “k garne ramri bhayera ,na yo ramri aanuhar chaatnu milcha na khanu milcha.
Her certain answer made me know that this girl has seen a lot of things about this society and her life. Though her answer sounded bit too straight forward but there lied a bitter truth which is accepted by most of the people.
The fair guy popped again and whispers something in her ear, with an annoying appearance on her face she said
“la la pachas rupaiya baadi deu bhana”.
I was totally unheard of what was actually going on, what were they murmuring about, what relation she had with those young guys.
The fair guy left again and the next time he came, he handed her with some money. She put it in her jeans pocket without even counting.
I was anxious to know what the money was for. She looked happy. She looked at the guy next to her and said ‘Oie jata…churot kinera lyau ta…
“Paisa chaina”…..the guy.
“Salee…la hawrey…firta paisa ta rakh…” Her.
The guy came back chewing a gum, he handed the packet to her. She took out a cigarette and guy picked up the lighter from the table and offered to light it. She started to enjoy every puff. Every time she inhaled the smoke, she would close her eyes..and I don’t know why….
I asked her name and she replied “Meera”.
She added ‘Tusal ko Meera bhanera sodhnu…va lady punch Sabai le chincha”
“ho ra..sabailey chincha timilay…tyeso bhaye timro dherai saathi cha hola ….hoina Meera?”
“Saathi ?“giving an irritating smile…’kasko saathi ko saathi”?meera ko kohi saathi chainna”. Said Meera.
She didn’t give any further answer. She remained quiet. She ordered chowmein, momo , and sukuti for packing. She even told the restaurant didi to make it quick with Achar separately. When asked where she was going she said “mama ko ghar ma janu parcha buda lai khana dinnu”
“Mama ko ghar…… Buda lai khana……… kina” I asked
“Mama ok ghar bhanaiko…police chauki ke”…
She told us in short that she and her husband got caught by police while dealing with the drug on the way to Maitinagar. But she was later released when her so called husband reported that drugs were not related to her and she was innocent about it.
I found myself talking to a drug dealer. It was fascinating for me to come to know about these people. Their every gesture seemed different and I found myself interested to know more. I liked the way she was talking, though her words sounded like bit too harsh or straight forward but I like the way she spoke. There wasn’t any pretention or consciousness in her and I really liked it.
I asked her if she was involved in any drug. Without any hesitation she replied “brown”.
I was like “brown?”. She said “maile drug chodney try gareko ho tara ma relapse bhaye”
There was frustrating expression on her face when she revealed this fact. This single word “relapse” made her shattered and I can see that in her face.
Restaurant didi hurriedly came with the packing and said “Meera baheni timro packing”
“ Katti bhayo didi”
“Ek sai pachatar”(Rs 175)
Meera stood up. Left the money on the table.
She gave smile to everyone of us. Before leaving she told one of the guy to hire cycles for us. She turned back again and holding the packet, she said…kaam paryo bhane lady punch lai samjinnu…

Smile to Life
J

Monday, October 24, 2011

Yay An Award!


I was joyful with the Award I got from this beautiful lady from london and pretty lady Ayushma.

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Smile to Life!

Friday, October 21, 2011

Give a Start!



Was back to my old days I
 Remembering about the gone days
 …..  Remembering the scared days
, feeling the touch of insecurity……. 

After these decades of years.... 
I heard your name in the silence... 
it made me fall in the dark…….
.where I couldn’t see anything ….
I am troubled and suffered, 
feeling difficult to breathe.... 
but it’s not going to make me weak because I am trying to stand on it. 
I always wish to walk with u.... 
  Your stepsI dream to follow
I prayed to get along with you.... 
I wished my friend to know that I have you.. 
But I forgot that I was dreaming.
..’t really exista dream which doesn'
Looking at the clear blue sky... 
I can remember the past again and it wets my face again.... 
but soon it dries. 
Now that I am grown up..... 
I can see life from a different sight... 
I have come to know what life is and how matured i have been, 
but how would you know cause u hardly like to see me. 
 uswant people to talk about  I do not
 npeople to criticize our relatioI don’t want
 Boon in Realitywhich is a…..
But I Fear, you do not treasure what you have
I am serious to built an understanding.. 
I am keen to bring gentle love... 
am sure about what I wantI
sCause this is what a normal girl want
n't know if you would feel happy when u receive my calldon’
know if I could see smile on your face when u see medon’.. 
 nsgive answers to my questioEven  don’t know if  

 But All I know is
This is going to make me feel satisfy
That at least I gave a hope to myself
That at least I gave a start for something I desire from heart.…

Saturday, October 8, 2011

rolling down the memories..


People often ask me why I love Pokhara so intensely.
Whenever there is a plan to roll down the roads of pokhara and enjoy the scene, I am always ready with only pair of shoes and the clothes that I am wearing. I never get Tired of visiting this place more than my age is now. It was part of joke.
Yeah but seriously I love pokhara. if you ask me why, there isn’t any particular answer for desiring that place but I just found that I am so fond of the Place. oh yeah it may be cause I love being sitting by the lake in the early morning or when it is dawn and when there is no people walking by the lakeside…..I do that whenever I am there. 

each time i am there~i want to take a walk by this quiet pavement ~

You will get to experience this beautiful evening in Pokhara, this can be one of the reason why i love pokhara~
I found the kids there really adorable. I know all the kids have the angelic smile and their smile just blow your attention and you just can’t get enough of their mischievous behaviors. I came across some kids there from different age….They kept me happy with their silly jokes, their blurred words, their smile and their silly acts for sure which just made a person for the moment to laugh out loud in public…

Kirti, she is under 7 and a very clever girl who took me around the whole simley gaun alone!

She was Fascinated with my Rosary...Her drunkard father caused a lot of problem that day by asking for the money of the photograph!

was looking at me intently, so was i, He appeared near to me and asked for 5 rupees, when i asked what do u get for 5 rupees? he smiled and replied chewgum...
when you hike to the Japanese  Temple i am sure you will catch her if she is in holidays. That Bamboo is suppose to be her house Gate!
 Yo mero kukur ho. Mero Saathi pani ho. (this is my dog and my companion too)


kids can do anything, they can even swim in winter...
 It was cold I and had my jacket on of Northface, so called windproof jacket.. But found these kids swimming and splashing water with each other. They were laughing and giving dive from the boats watching each other’s leap.
And I was happy cause I got some shots from their Fun Time.

Went to Ravi's home to pick him from his home...
There is no way that I can forget these kids. They are Ravi the eldest one,  Prabin the right one forgot the smallest oneL.
They are my cycling partners when I was there.  I am glad my friend introduced me to them. 


12 year old boy who know how to communicate with elders..

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Meeting him one evening by the lakeside was a surprised, had dinner together and told me about his school and how me mange to be a scout Boy!



A Visit to a Government school was a day to remember!



A Quiet kid in Primary class of a Government school in "Simley Gaun"!
His Green Eyes took hold of me!
When i asked him for name....he didn't utter a word..He kept his eyes over me giving me this perfect chance to capture the glimpse of his special eyes...He didn't say a word even when i was leaving. He just kept peeping thought the window...
Now all I have is a single picture of him, and I am happy.
it’s going to stay here forever  

Smile to Life J



Sunday, October 2, 2011

Randomly someone!

Nothing is going to change, until i change certain things around me!

There is this normal girl who is trying hard to be a woman but loves to remain a girl at heart to treasure this world better.
She finds herself lost in this hustle world but I am sure she is here to make her own place to mark. I know it is hard for her but I even know it is not impossible because she is strong and most importantly she has faith in her to stand up with the obstacles.
She speaks;
“Life is not a fairy tale which always has the one and only happy ending. Life is struggle if you are living a life. Troubles will always knock at your door if you are a human”.
Keeping the truth of her vision in her mind, she is walking the way.
The way that is unpredictable where she finds herself caught in the tight knots of commitments and responsibilities. 
She continues;
“Life itself is a mirror to us. It shows what you intend to see. People sometimes feel life is a lesson when they realize a mistake. Life is an inspiration to those who try stand better in the world. Life brings happiness along with sadness but that doesn’t mean to give an end to expectations”.
I feel she is so right with her words. I feel immensely good sharing words with her.  I feel like I know why she said this particular line “Life brings happiness along with sadness but that doesn’t mean to give an end to expectations” because as long as expectations are there, there is a hope. When there is a hope, there is always a goal. And goals are always there when you think of doing something. 


Smile to Life J


Friday, September 16, 2011

The same person in Me!

i wish i wish i wish i wish i wish i wish.......


Oh my God, the day looks beautiful to me today. Clear blue sky makes me feel fresh from heart.
Is it because I am happy?
Or is it because of the certain things that are in my life now. I welcome them with all my heart and I am enormously happy and shining with Smile all day.
‘You are no more a girl now, you are a lady now’ his comment still brings a charm of smile on my face.
I love this phrase of life that where we depart and we meet, again we depart and then again we meet. Each time we meet we see changes, changes that will somehow fills your heart with happiness and sometimes it leaves your heart with disappointments.
I have always cherished every moment that came in my life with expectations or without expectations. Life is beautiful, I have always believed and sometimes it is unpredictable where I am dragged to confused condition where I find myself hard inhale even a single breath. But life is beautiful and I am walking with the flow of the journey. I am now having fun in life keeping all the importance of your life alive in you, and then there you will never and ever get to tangle in regret.
Yes indeed! Someone is so Right, I am no more a girl, and I am a Lady now. I am glad someone saw that in me. Someone who I feel is right to see the changes in me.
I have changed now. I am no more the person I was before. I stand a complete new person. Changes are part of life. Time and some conditions demand us to change. I love the changes in me but somewhere down the line I am the same person I was before. The same person is still inside me and I love to keep it alive even my time fades away.