Lost soul in the crowded and noisy city..........

Lay back evening at the corner of crowded and noisy city I go thinking if I am the only one feeling delicate.

Half of the city covered in the blanket of darkness, I go wondering if I am the only lost-soul.

Lightening the only cigarette from the box, i whispered ‘Life is nothing but a fucked up smokes and Ashes’.

Mashutzo Writes.

Its No important to see what others see....

I sometimes go wondering if people are genuinely worried about me or they just want to know what’s going in my life showing all those concerns over the days. I seriously go wondering, and this tends to leave me in amazed state where I go and say to myself “wah these people know me better than actually I do to myself”.

Time and again I go meeting with some advises and some suggestions. I actually go encountering myself as a weak and disable person through their words. I feel a bit agitated understanding the level of the words they shower me. Then I go silent, trying to understand the situation where actually I don’t meet the person they are trying to portray with their words. The “someone” they portray with their dear words is completely new to me. ‘Someone’ who isn't me at all.

Everyone has a different life. And I tend to have a different life too, that’s what I am seeing in my surroundings. Time will certainly show up. ‘Good or Bad’.  I am in NO hurry either. So dear people ‘chill, watching a drama and giving shitty reviews and comments are always easy job to do, but when you are put in a situation to act to the same drama I am sure you will tremble and fall. So, just chill and live the beautiful life you have beautifully.  If you have a dull life, no worries paint them with your own choice of colors and love it in your own way. After all It’s no important to see what others see.

Mashutzo Writes.

Laid back Sunday with less words...

The only Reason, loving this place is that its 100% vegetarian. Yaaaahoooooo!

i have always believed  that a pair of good shoes will take you to good places and i ended here again...

if you believe, you can see yourself everywhere...all you need is a vision..

And good watch never fails to please me...and it adds a personality in the person. (Time-Toll)

every time i am stressed out for many minor reason, i just think of the only reason how i feel blessed being here. (Boudha)

if you have a vision of Peace, you will just feel it everywhere.

The most difficult job i have ever experienced, living the person you are openly everywhere.

Mashutzo Writes.

Jai-Shamboooo..."Shiva-Ratri"

This feels like a piece of shit when you can’t even get a friend to come with you to attend the great Shiva-Ratri which falls once a year in Pashutpatinath Temple.
I was literally searching for a friend who wants to get this early morning blessing from the Lord Shiva.  Its 100 feelings you can actually only feel.

And I was like asking everyone around me including my own sister.
It came as a disappointed not to have anyone around me, but then my sister asked  me what time do you want to go??
When I told her that I want to go around 2-3 early in the morning, she completely freaked out and said No that is so not safe for only girls and that was true in a certain way. ‘

‘But then  I have been to pashupati at such time on Shiva-Ratri and its so much of good feeling, fun to see the devotees from all over the corner coming only for this day’ I replied.

I saw the cold response.

I didn’t even bothered to ask again, but I was looking for someone to come with me, and I even asked to my only friend in here and she directly said ‘No’. Wow that was a quick and a confident response so far. Disappointed me, I went to ask other few people but then I saw no interest in anyone, what the fish, this is Shiva-ratri and it falls only once a year and wonder why isn’t anyone ready for this?

I have seen girls getting seriously ready for New Year eve party like from a week before???? Why not Shiva-Ratri?

It was Sunday 10th march 2013, a National holiday for Shiva-ratri and I was all home displeased of the fact that actually the day was about to end and it was already 5 P.M.

And I felt like the day was about the end and so the Shiva-Ratri, I should be staying like this, I made my sister and g Gyaltsen to come with me to the Pashupati. And to my surprise they agreed.

We took a cab from Boudha  to chabahil, the roads were all blocked. We walked from chabahil and we were a bit worried if it will rain and it did certainly. Thing always go wrong in a wrong time, we had to take shelter in a hotel for rain to stop. It did after few minutes. Thank-God.

We headed from there and we were there at last YaY, this was such a wonderful and amazing feeling for me to see the Lights and the happening numbers of saints and devotees in such an unbelievable way. I loved that Feeling of getting something that you can’t explain.

I made my sister and gyaltsen  line up in a long long queue to get inside the Temple and they were seriously not ready since the lines were shockingly long.  But somehow we were clever enough to slipped through the lines, we did waited for minutes in the another short queue finally  and Finally, I was there in Temple. Wow, that was a Wow feeling.

We saw the saints from the corner of India who were there in the Temple showing their tricks totally NAKED. And I was explaining my sister and Gyaltsen about the naked saints.

How I wanted to take pictures inside of the naked saints but was not possible because of the very tight securities.

It was such an Amazing feeling when I got out of the temple and gave my last look at temple from the entrance.

It was just serene feeling. Peaceful feeling that made my evening.
All thanks to Dolkar and Gyaltsen for bearing the rain, long way walk, and the long queue in bare foot.

Productive evening.

Jai-Shambo…..

Standing there for a photo made me feel the feeling of missing my one crazy friend on this particular day who is over the oceans and far across the distance who couldn't make it this year.....Jai-Shambooo Nakali "Tsering"

Mashutzo Writes.

Invisible Reasons

Sometimes we knowingly get in a situation where you are strong enough to get out of it in the eyes of people but only you know how deeply the time has given you harsh seconds to breathe.

It was 12:12 A.M.

I didn’t exactly know what I was doing.
I shall know the reasons behind, that was all in my mind.
Reasons of why??

Mashutzo Writes.

Once upon A Daughter always Remains A Daughter...

On the way to Dharan, the only baby who was travelling with us. Auguest 19/12011. Time 5:41 A.M.

There is this particular thing called motherhood that was in my mind for some time now.  I have my friends who enjoy it with the beauty in it and with the softness of love that they give to their babies. It looks beautiful in every way. I am sure there is an amazing different feeling in that bond.

I use social network. I am connected with my friends from different countries through social networks. I often sign in to see the newsfeed and guess what I see, whole lots of pictures of the new born baby, right from the day they are born, to the rice feeding days to the first day of the new clothes, first day in the crib, then comes the photograph of baby in bathtub. I can see the whole lots of love and excitements of being motherhood in them. This is good for the baby for sure because in a way, lots of picture-memories will be there to remember the moment again.

I think it is indeed a good feeling watching your new angels grow in front of your eyes with each passing days. Touching the softness of the tiny feet, playing with their very tiny finger tips when you feed, gazing in the small eyes and seeing a big dream of holding their hands and walking, giving a deep glance at the baby and trying to figure it out if there is a bit of your shape in him/her. All these are love. A selfless love from a woman to her child. That woman is certainly You. A great loving mother. And there is another woman who is a step greater than you and she is your mother.

Are we forgetting something in here?

I hope we are not. We are wise enough to differentiate between black and white, right and wrong, then how possibly can we forget the genuine love that we always have. A mother’s love. 

Parents think no harm for their child. They try to give the best they have for them but the problem is their hard work is sometimes not noticed. And I wonder why???

With due respect to all the newly mothers who always stand in the place to please our heart and eyes, it’s high time to perceive the love someone has for you every since you made the first cry stepping out of her womb. She had loved you even before you were brought on this earth. You were a dream, a dream that she dreamt for the whole nine months. This is what we call a Mother.

When you hold your adorable baby in your hand, just feel that she had felt the same feeling for you once. When you see a dream in your little-heart’s eyes, just give a thought that she had seen the same dream once. When you feel the world’s happiness in touching your child‘s hands and feet, learn by heart that she had experienced the same touch of happiness.

I don’t know why am I writing about all these, may be its because I am not a mother yet, and I have not have this feeling of having babies and giving 100% of entire care at one place. But then I am glad, I knew something in advance, something that is worth to keep in heart and bring balance in sharing love.

So whenever you hold your newborn give a glance at your mother with a smile and say ‘Thank-You’ at least. The way of sharing love will be full of convenience with understandings of motherhood then. Have a happy and great motherhood. And cherish them with every moment and do not forget to keep videos and photographs of your angels……   

Mashutzo Writes....

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..