just some clue of how i am...lol

2012-03-10T09:45:00.000-08:00

Baishak,2068
(10th maarch: lol its gonna be too funny.nyways dis is de edited version.)
Today was one o the best days of my life. Tomorrow at 11:30 from Qatar airways @name is leaving for the New York ,US .I had been waiting to meet her for the last time before the uncertain future.Many young guys and gals go to abroad from here for better life, but she went for her parents had been living there for some years now and they have already got citizenship there.
I met @name for the first time in our first parents day at NIBS.(10th maarch: the next paragraph has been cut...lol).
Meanwhile at present day I m living in @place-.mama and me.Today at 11 after some phone calls and msgs we met at dhobighat, Kathmandu, closest chowk from patipa chowk near nakhhu dobato(10th maarch:again paragraph deleted) As soon as I saw her after waiting perhaps 2 minutes ,she was smiling at me.we exchanged some words, She gave me my gift, a small rickshaw and I gave her a filebag and a rainbow thaili bag. and moved towards the destination, PANIKA,balkhu. On the way I told her that I bunked yesterdays exam and went to see the movie thankyou but she was really angry about it.She had to get her registration number in TU but when we went there and searched for room no 15 which was in the second floor we were told that there was registration going on of 65 year…but she was of 66.Before we returned back we had to go from desk to desk and wait sometime for there were many people in there.There were very old large number of documents and we she said “yahachai musa nalagne hamroma lagne hai”.We went to the front of the building and and sat on a pavement.She called her mama and he told her to leave the documents wid someone later and he would try it.She told that things were making her to come back (she had also been saying that she would come back after 3 month probably)So we went outside and talked. She had told me to put stock petrol but it was a shortage at that time and the bike had already come to reaserve at namastee supermarket,pulchowk returning from prakash’s and madan’s roomafter no luck of getting petrol from them .When I was about to go to bike I asked her if she wanted to try sandwitch and she was happy and excited.She called her friend @name and invited her too.So I again went to dhobighat to bring her.There I met @name, @name's brother.i said it wasn’t sure when we would meet again but he said maybe if you come there or I come here again.Anyways after parting ways with him @name came to me and sat on my bike.On the way we didn’t talk much, I asked her where she was from and she said sivalaya chowk, srijanchowk.i asked “sangai padne ho @name sanga ” and she said yes.We went panika, @name was sitting and eating pieces of watermelon from a stall.We stayed there for I was waiting for mama and umesh mama to go to a marriage ceremony in a church and leave the room to me.In the mean time I called paras and told him I needed sandwitch .but as luck would have it he said he even didn’t try on my second try and it was Chinese speaking on his phone at second time before he gave me paras to speak.After the room was empty I first took @name to mama’s room and then @name .in my room front of mama’s room adharsha and his sister were watching tv.(i had a tvcard in my computer) so he brought fanta and two noodles.@name and @name both sat on the bed and I sat on the chair.(10th maarch:again paragraph deleted.)I made her transfer some photos of them talking cigarettes .i took her in front of where she was staying and she dropped off.she said “bholi airport auchau?” but I made my eyes wide face wrinkled so she said “bho nau feri runchau”.i looked her go through the gate and i returned back.

I don’t know when I will meet her again.we enjoyed a very wonderful friendship.once few weeks before I sent her a message ‘you will go and we will never meet for they will meet and they will be so jealous of us because they will never be as close as we are’ and perhaps that maybe true.i just wish we have such more great time again but we are very close to jumping to a new kind of life.a life with a family, a life of responsibility.i guess that was how we said bye bye the life of freedom.
(10th maarch:gonna be deleted soon.)

Mahashivaratri:Walkin admist da unknown village

2012-03-04T10:19:00.001-08:00

Mahashivaratri is a day we celebrate wid and for fire essentially a devotion to our 1 of da most important God Lord Shiva. Unlike other parts of Nepal we celebrate it in pokhara in a very different way.

In pokhara since the childhood days i remember ourselves going to nearby forests to collect woods. Since Lakeside, the place i live in in face at the side of the Fewa Lake we used to go to the forests id different groups to collect wood. Its not just us but all the youths did and few of them are still doing it these days but the trend has been declining year by year. We brought some dried woods and collected in main parks in front of temples or locally gathering places. At evening people from all the neighbourhood gather and light up a big fire. They sing, dance and heat sugarcane in the fire which is then hit by force to the ground and exploded. Everytime we returned to home in our childhood we had our face all black due to eating the burned sugarcane. Particurly for us, me and my freinds gathered in the evening and we travelled all around our ward ie all around lakeside in our bicycle.As i remember there used to be more than 20 such great fires. At last whereever we went we used to come to a place where we always ended up celebrating the festival. Its called Bagaicha and is the area of the ward office. There would be like 100 peoples there. Group of youths involved in fire and matures used to be singing traditional bhajans in front of the temple. Around midnight there would be less people but we did make it every year. My parents used to be singing and dancing in the bhajans meanwhile i and some friends used to be near the fire. Sometimes we would again visit other fires. We also sang and danced in the vhajans wid my parents ocassionally during those days.

In the year 2012 a lot had changed. I was studying in Kathmandu and was returning home on that day. I also had a grandmother and an aunt who were also goin on the same day. 3 kms to reach Mugling and the bus stopped. There was a big strike on the road. My usual journeys in the bus and if any strike had me walk as far as we could go and wait for bus. At 10 dat day i started my walk. I went like 2 kms and saw some truck drivers and conductors playing cards. I also saw one of them making sandwitch. I was hungry indeed for sandwitch was wat i was in those days. I askde them if they knew anywhere i cud get some but they told me that they didnt and so i just looked at them playing cards. When he finished making sandwitch the began taking bites and passing and eventually the guy at my front told to pass me too to the guy dat was eating at his side. It was fulfilling. After 2 sandwitches i thanked them and started walking again.

It was a great new experience. Empty road until 3 kms, vehicles at 1 side of the road and rest of the road filled with walking strangers. "Walking admist the unknown village". I then stopped for a tea in a "thela" which was the 1st thig next to the village. Past 40 homes was the main market. I stopped there and entered a shop. There i saw a kid filling his bag wid mineral water bottles. I 'd seen him b4 where the bus had stopped and he had asked to buy water from him but i hadnt. I drank coke and took a frootie and noodles for each-grandma and aunt. I then made way to the bus. Walking bak i saw many many young children trying to sell food and water and other things.I was walking wid the lil boy and he'd said that he'd take rs20 for water at shop and 25 on the way. i told him i'd take water in 25 wen we reached my bus but he was still requesting to sell. Another 2 young male kids said "ayo pani kurkure churot", i laughed "nabhaye phn garnus anthanabbe 0 baish pachis chabbis(980222526)". i told them a nuber was missin and they said ""listen again ayo pani...98022 phn garis ta latto khais".it was a lil bit embrassing. i went to dem and asked wat dey had dat i cud buy.i looked and said i'd buy lays wen we reached the bus. they said there would b possibility we wouldnt meet so i told dem. call me my no is 98022....

i reached bus gave the things wandered for hours wid them-aunt and grandma.finally at 5 road was open again.just before i went to a bus i saw a foreigner makin a sandwitch we stared wid him and exchanged namastee but wenr for i was wid aunt.i came back and took some bites.it was 1 of the best sandwitches ever and i mean it.i reached home at 9.wid my parents and Deepak i went to fire(dhuni) at dikopatan in front of my house. but it was not so much emotional for me as we never did celebrate it there before.so we went to bagaicha. i did put tika from the ashes. at bagaicha too i did same...brought flashes of memory back. i then went to bhajan and danced wid fufu didi. then back to fire.it was a special day. i did explode few sugarcanes but the same fun didnt come. i also remembered sth and s1 for dis day we always made sure we saw each oder but dat was like a decade ago.after dat we returned home. some changes though we dont like hav 2 live wid it

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Mahashivaratri:Walkin admist da unknown village