Still moving~

After a decades,
I spotted the face again,
the same face, I saw years and years back,
among the crowd with the familiar Smile to hit those blurred  days.
It’s all about once ‘upon a time’ now,
everything that was beautiful, is nowhere to be seen,
everything that had happened is nowhere to be witness,
everything has changed,
everything is still going fine….
it’s just that the ways have taken a different turn…then there changed ‘WE’ along with time….



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.

Those Wind-bells...

We met under the shadows of the trees and we walked quietly listening to footsteps avoiding the bustling world.
Shyness in the conversation made us feel flimsy as heat of the sun bothered along the way.
The sound of the wind-bells somehow lured the dull moment.
The few minutes of the winds lingered the feelings of lonesome, and I don’t know why.

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

~Dharan ko Hero->Saanai~

had to bribe him a coke just to get a hair-cut for himself.....

Saanai is his name.

The first face i came-across when i landed in Shiva Marga that early morning of summer last year. 
when i saw him, I did dislike him the way he behaved and stared  but gradually his those behaviors really amazed me with laughter. He was like that, and I guess the people loved him the way he is, I mean that way weird or unusual whatever.

You can easily get his Glimpse in Shiva-marga of BP Koirala's Hospital in Dharan 24/7. He is a well known Face. I should say he is famous in a way there.

As i got to know from the local residence ' he was left by his own family when they found out he was mentally unwell'.

He loves Coke all the time, it doesn't matter to him if its summer or winter. He has this unbelievable craze for Coke and he prefers to drink with straw each time he holds a bottle.

He isn't a beggar nor an Orphan. The people in Shiva-Marga are very soft-hearted people, they all manages ways to provide him with the basic needs. He is even looked-after whenever he is unwell. People never forget to include him in any moment of happiness. I should say ‘He is lucky indeed’.

He can't speak properly and He has this funny walk of Charlie-Chaplin. He wears socks throughout the seasons let it be summer or winter because he hesitates to show off his uneven toes.

There is a man named Ravi Uncle, and 'Saanai' calls him, “Ba” (father in Nepali).

I was told by the neighbors that Ravi Uncle takes good care of him and even provides shelter in his own house with meals every day. Thank God he is in a safe place with love and care. God bless him and the people of Shiva-Marga.

Everyone in Shiva-Marga loves Saanai.

Shiva-Marga way, left gate is the way to BP Koirala's Hospital which comes under the top 10 among the Asian countries/ and Saanai is Famous here.

wherever i am, he makes sure to sit next to me whispers "didi coke khane"

~Mashutzo Writes~

Heavenly time~

one who experienced only the light can never say what Darkness is like,
I experienced the both and i can say darkness is too beautiful in its own way,  and i am pushed  to have this moment with darkness.

Ceiling,
white Ceiling,
Clear Ceiling,
No! it’s the Clear and Clean Ceiling,
that has hypnotized me under its shelter.
There’s nothing up there,
There’s nothing I would love to look intently for long,
There’s nothing I could control either,
Because there is this state of mind where I couldn’t  just control over.
Craziness,
insanity,
waste of Time or whatever you call it,
I call it my moment of time to Recall those gone Times,
which wouldn’t dare to turn around for good or bad~
Happy being wrapped among the four dead walls,
i hear the thunders piercing through ceilings,
and i hear the rain-drops scratching through the dark clouds,
and there i lie silently with all my consciousness,
recalling everything, i have missed so far, everything i ought to  over-looked.

~Mashutzo Writes~

Thank You Post~

Hello wonderful people,
It’s been more than awhile since I am here in Home of blogging world.
As the time rolled by with each post, I see myself storing a memory right there in my blog as I tag along in all those posts piled up here.
I see myself there under the banner of “thoughts of a silent River”.
I see my world of freedom in the form of words.
Good,  Bad, interesting, boring , or  the worse, I don’t know what my blog seems to others,
But one thing, I am not here to change a single thing about my blog, and I say I love my blog.

I will be lying if I say I feel Good,
and I will be definitely lying if I say, its fine I don’t react with the less number of comments in my post.
Well I Feel GREAT being in this world of this blogging where I can pour my anger, disappointment, Confusion and not to forget my Happiness and sometimes think if anyone can relate to me in anyway.
Not so sure of it though.

Well,
With this post I would love to welcome the new bloggers who r interested in the blogging thing.
And certainly not to forget,
I feel delighted to give this Big Hug and thank you note to Matthew if you are reading this, Thank You for the every comment you dropped by, Truly appreciated from heart for all those long, short and meaningful thoughts. I do check your blog too but am too lazy to leave a comment but Still love and adore Your blog ~
Hello Matthew, Yes U,
I am thanking you,
which means I want more more and more  comments with only beautiful words.

Thank You Matthew.

~Mashutzo Writes~