Queing up !!!

Pheeww…!!!

I was just scared of reading news about the strike called on by “Tharu Community “…..which will definitely halt the movement of Petrol…and without petrol life will become so helpless. And what about queing up for hours to get just few liters of petrol.

Why Petrol has become so much precious ? The more use of technology has made this I guess…the more use of materials have made this.

Queing up is the thing I hate. So many things come in my mind which sometimes become uncontrollable. The feelings, thinkings become so intense ( for me ).

When you are around so many people who are competiting you for moving ahead a inch. A inch …can you imagine the Bhrum Bhrum for moving ahead a inch on the pitch which is so mismanaged and people are so uncontrollable. Continue reading

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Bus-sy Journey

A Bus-sy Journey…( Balkhu to Dakshinkali )

Tiresome it was. It was wonderful but really really tired due to the journey done in the bus for more than two hours. The biggest bus I have ever ride. The seats I was imaginging to be cozy but it was so uncomfortable. The bus fare so high. I was amazed but I need to pay it , mandatory (because me and mom can’t shout like the other woman did saying she will kick his ass…lol )

Me and mom and other two people in the bus and the bus so much scary and more scary was the road so much small and the turnings much more scary than anything. I was thinking how would I have drove in this road. ( It was challenge to me that after driving for more than two years in the Kathmandu road having accident for two times, I was thinking of driving in the road all the way to Dakshinkali)

Hopefully the challenge was withdrawan while all the plans were set up for driving because I dared walking rather than driving. Driving I do that every day actually the challenge was to walk and ride the bus that I had left for a long time period. So, I chosed walking and riding bus. ( heheheheheh …)

The journey began early morning and I was feeling tired walking.

We were supposed to find out some taxi that should have taken us but the taxi -driver showed the way to bus stand that’s why a bus as if it were a big house was there and it was a different experience to ride such a big bus and such an uncomfortable.

The scenes I was peeping through the window so that I could enjoy looking those beautiful scenes and it was wonderful to look at the foggy nature nothing could be seen other than the fog. ( But truly fog was also very very natural something I haven’t experienced that is why I was feeling wonderful )

I was thinking about Poo, my friend and her blog where she had described very beautifully the majestic scenes and sceneraies that had made her feel charismatic and I was trying to feel the same. But where was the feeling in me. There was no feeling at all and thats why howvever hard I tried to feel I could not feel anything other than the pain due to the uncomfortable seats.

No Queue ( I was thinking , am I dreaming )

The temple area so much clean and beautiful goddess there whom in muy 2 decades life have never seen. It is not that I was in Dakshinkali for the first time but I have visited it many a times but it is the first time that I had glimpses of lord Kali- Dakshinkali. I was thinking of Sheeba Shivangani Shah’s book Beyond the Illusions where she had potrayed Lord Kali so much majestically. I was trying to remember  her words and feel , feel eternal Kali residing within me.

Yes, she resides here inside me. What was the reason then for the long journey few hours back ?? I don’t know why I was so eager to visit the temple. I got what I felt and I am feeling the immense power the Kali, Lord Kali has. The power that she keeps lord Shiva under her feet, the power that she has to rule the world, the power of love she does and she gives to us. The power of Kali ..Ma Kali..Dakshinkali.  Her face so black as the name suggests , the teeth of her and sharp and feeling that she is showing how much powerful she is and she preserves.

So, back after visiting the mother too of DakshinKali…and it was immense pleasure too.

I was insisting mom continuously that I want to eat and we ate stale food so costy. But I felt good to eat …aalu, chana, malpa, chiya , pakauda……( kasto basi….mom was saying ).

Then again the same big house sized bus moving. The same uncomfortable seats and people …Oh god so many people there and it was fun to talk with mom about so many things and things we were looking through window..and we relalized that mom’s purse is lost. We searched and searched but it was nowhere.

So, I am feeling really realy tired even typing these words and listening Aerosmith after a long time. The legs are paining too.

P.S.  A Bus-sy Journey…..wonderful..

Wheels…and Worship

Picture taken by me… at the background my kitchen garden.
My dearie...Baby Bride
There she stoods My dearie..My baby bride and I am happy to write about her in my blog. Perhaps if Holmes have not reminded me yesterday I would have missed writing about her..so thank you so much Holmes for asking whether or not I have posted something in my scooty diary or not. Then I realized that I had worshipped my dearie yesterday but I didn’t did nicely because I was real busyhelping mom in the Kitchen..which was after such a long time that I had almost forgotten eveyrthing..and I get this dialogue as always “Tero Dhanga Sanga Chaina ” LOL…Yeah I lack this I know..I am ashamed at so many instances…when I can’t perform Kitchen works…
It had been a deal with my brother Bishesh that I am going to clean his pigshed room ( worst than mine..just imagine!!!! ) and he will wash my dearie…but meanwhile..we cat-dog..fought in silence and then we stared dangferously at eachother..and what he did was poured a bucket of water at my dearie and told he had washed…I had been real busy to take her for servicing and moreover I need her every now and then… I had planned for doing tit for tat with Bishesh and then Mom wanted me to clean..let it be I thought..
Because of being real busy with Kitchen..I performed a little bit of puja but did it heartily..especially the wheels which runs…carries me …and engine which was so dusty …I am so sad and I appologize to myself that I couldn’t clean her..come on she needed a good bath..because she has been really really dirty..but I love my dearie…a lot…a lot…and a lot. She has been part of my show off too…LOL..( Sweta kahile nasudhrine hai…k garne ???)
Moreover she has been a part of my freedom excavation….or exepedition..Kathmandu roads are like that only…and my partner wherever I go…I enjoy my lonliness with her..specially when I drive her fast and to feel the wind is what I love…I just love driving…
You can see there in the picture that how I have tied that Dhaja…( red and white cloth ) as ribbon bow..like Minnie Mouse…I used to love it as a child..and I did that ..my folks were laughing….and I laughed too at my childishness..( I have been like this only )
So, yesterday was Nawami …when we worship our “Bahans” ( or our motorbikes..cars..) and it was funny that we also offered Cocunut’s bhog to our bikes…and that was awesome..to pour the cocunut’s juice..over the wheels..
I love the wheels that drive me miles and miles
I love to feel the airs of freedom…with full of smiles
I love my baby bride for providing a reason to smile
Succeding me to travel..away miles and miles…
Today it is Dashami..or Bada Dashaim..yes I am with red tika..and Jamara..I cut it today morning…I am happy to put those beautiful Jamaras over my head…The wait’s over..I didn’t get a five hundred rupee note as Dakshina…I asked with mom so many times…malai Paan saya..but she seems to have put cotton in her ears…and with dad I can’t speak hai..he gave five rupee note…still it is not the green one so I accepted it..but its due I have told mom…
P.S. Scooty Puja was wonderful…worshipping the Wheels..that ride me through the roads of Kathmandu..through the jams…through the muddy disgusting roads..in between peoples…( Ason and Indrachowk esp and yes Makkhan too )…and gets me anywhere I want to go..provides me a good company to end my lonliness…to feel the airs..
Driving is so fun..I just love it a lot….a lot and a lot……

A blog….

I felt like typing these words and yes I am too much tired today….because I have been running so much today..here and there…and the jams I was strucked upon was killing me. I believe this is the most obnoxcious jam..that I had suffered today from Putalisadak to Anamnagar to Singhadurbar…and also there was jam when I was heading towards my day office…I hated this…( I am hearing this beautiful song..nepali..Ful Jhare pani kada jhardaina…ma mare pani mero maya mardaina..Poo i think you have already figured out what I am thinking )

I needed to reach Radio Nepal at 1 PM and I was there at my day office doing bookings and all…and this was really hectic and tiresome…calling so many places at a time..confirming Hotels…confirming tickets…and calling the vechile service at a time and also mailing the client..mailing the hotels…Uff…it was so tiresome..and I needed to reach there at 1 PM and I was there as I already told…and there was a jam…jam…jam..jam….jam…jam and what could I do then go from wherever I could enter..then the big door of Singha Durbar is closed whats more disgusting than this…plus scroaching sun…and I needed to be there…at 1 PM and I was on the road till 1:30 Pm…I was about to cry…really..I have never seen such a huge crowd of vechiles….no where to go…no place to enter…everywhere people so much angry..every one needed to go first…I needed to go first and as fast as I could….then ..thankgod there was no jam inside Singha durbar….lol

Yes, Sir who had wished to listen our voices had not arrived what could I do more than say Thank God !!!!…and then I calmed myself little bit…

Yeah..the voice test was good..but because I didn’t had any energy I begun nicely but ended really poorly..Rabin Sir…told that my tone was good…hehehe I am happy and I must say he is the most impressive man I have ever met in life..no ego at all…treated all staffs under him..as if they were his own brothers and sisters…and such a clam in voice and sucha power he had in his presentations..one becomes overwhelmed….I became that..

So, again I had to return home because I hadn’t eaten anything,…it would sound crazy if I say that there was no jam……and me so clever that I kept my cell switched off so, that my day office will not get chance to contact me…So, I ate food by helping mom cooking..and after few minutes of having the food..I headed towards office..and if I say there was no jam again it would be a joke…god again reached there….

What else again confirm everything….and my collegue Dawa …uff he had messed up everything…and moreover he had made the tickets for nepali and they are Indian….tomorrow they are coming….( I am hearing this Ritu haru ma timi…really nice song hai…in this FM 98.2…because there is no headphone to hear songs from the computer Bhai took it away to hear song from his cell…what the hell).

So, my guests are coming tomorrow..and I know how much I need to work tommorrow becaue my bossess lack patience…and guess what Sweta lacks punctuality (They try to do everything in a perfect manner but nothing would be perfect….lol..no I am lieing).

These Indian flocks wants to do everything..trekking at Lukla…bungee and Rafting at The Last resort and adventurous trip at Chitwan at Machan…Trekking I confirmed from Binayak Dai, Rafting and Bungee from Bineeta Shrestha ( it was fun talking to her who work there at The last Resort and was so scared to do bungee that she had quit at the last moment ) and there at Machan..this guy..Nischal..starts flriting in the phone..hey..asked so many things but hey do you think I answered..asked me about Dashain Shopping…rather than the bookings I had given..it was nice to know him as well..tells his home is at Mahargunj…)

It is night now and it is just 9:00 PM and right now I am tuned into Times FM…where I can listen Hindhi “nice” songs…(but this song is so stupid..Fulo sa chera tera…). I didn’t had to go to Radio Nepal at night today..so I am able to wrtie these words..I am happy for this too…I was so much away from internet today…and I missed it too..and I missed talking with my friend poo.

This day I must say my Jam day..Jams…I hate and I am always in a jam..but believe me I try to maintain the traffic rules..always..because I love doing so…I felt a little work load today and when I confirmed all the bookings and talked with the client over phone ina english that I think he didn’t understood I don’t know why I talked like that …as if I didn’t knew how to speak english..my another faliure…nervousness…I must admit…I could have talked in hindhi..padega…garega..chalega…hhahahhah…LoL

Moreover I enjoyed talking with Roshni didi…and I enjoyed my work after so long..a relief I am feeling right now..typing these words…but I hate jams hai…

P.S. It is good to work..

In the name of Protest

Just fired at Nepal Telecom today I am because they had cut our ADSL, so I was not able to use net today either how I hard I had tried. I could have gone to my day office but I couldnot because there were fires on the road. There were burning tyres…I wonder how could that be. We need to head toward our destinations…We need to work. In the name of prostest we suffer, who do not even know why they are protesting afterall ? Is not there need of the systematic way of protest. I remember Gandhi Ji…I don’t know why ??

I was not scared for the first time. I didn’t feared to drive on the road where the fire was burning. It was at Teku, as I was heading towards office. I wanted to go to office , Suprised?? Yes there are some reasons. So, I dared because I am a media worker today. So, I was not fearing the riots in the street. There were so many two wheelers. Lastly I gave up. I wanted to the other way , that will take me to Thapathali directly , I met a friend there, not a friend actually but I know the person, he suggested me to go home because the road was too disturbed. So, I changed my mind not to go to office today.

Roads!!!!! is that only the place to protest, the condition of the road was too pathetic. There were people like me who need to go to work or other things and there were people on the road who want us to stop. I hate this violence. They are throwing stones, beating eachother, burning tyres and protesting. I don’t know why people do this they destroy so many things. The road today was looking like a maze because I found myself driving like it were a maze. There were so many burning tyres through which I needed to pass and moreover the road seperators ( I don’t know what that is called either in english or in Nepali, I am saying the blocks that seperate the two side roads ). Those were all fallen some were even broken. That was making it a maze.

Yesterday I too made the news for the same protest. I know I need to go to my evening office now after an hour. I need to go there I hope the road condition is not as before. I will be going through the other road. I need to work, I need to write news about the protest.

I am furiuos today at those protestors , Why there is no other option than road ??Why they stop us ??Why we can’t go to work and sit at home being idle. I didn’t had anything to do today but watch TV. Thanks to inverter at home. There was no electricity but I was able to watch TV. I hadn’t watched it for months….and after line came…this ADSL didn’t work…but thank god it is working now…because Dad just paid money there. hahah LOL

P.S. All days are not same…Perhaps we can do something for making our day. I srtongly recommend the protestors to find other place than road to protest. Don’t halt our daily routine. Don’t halt our lives…Please don’t its a humble request.

Updated-: I am back to home after my Radio Nepal Job , and I am still fired at those protestores. They have made the road a hell…stones all over the road, the faint smell of burnt tyres and also the rainfall had made it too pathetic to believe. I am the eyewitness believe me I have travelled the road which looked red due to stones. The condition was even more pathetic when I reached near Bishnumati bridge. Those people have thrown the garbages all over the road. I needed to travel passing the garbages and damn!1 it was smelling so bad. Why the hell they did so ? Why there was the need to throw the garbage over there on the road …do they not have to walk on the same road.

At my office too one dai as we were watching the riots in Kantipur Television he gave his views, this all happened due to unemployment. Yes, he is true either. But do not people have common sense that other are also there and they are not the only one.

I don’t know whether the protest is finished or not. But I am sure I will be fired if I wont go to office tomorrow.

Again at Gurukul!!!

Perhaps blogging has become a passion!! I want to write and write.

Today I again went to Gurukul to watch the same play called Karnali Dakkin Bagdo cha ( Karnali moving southward). This is the first time I have kept my promise to myself. As in earlier post I have told in P.S. that I am going to watch the play for the second time. And I am so proud that I did that. After an accident too!!!! Yes I had an accident today that taxi hited me and didn’t cared. I broked my baby bride’s looking glass and my right hand is paining a lot ( Yes while I am typing these words too , damn its paining so much.)

I knew I would have an accident today. My heart was saying it something is going to be happene bad ofcourse and I was so scared today. I am thankful to god that nothing serious happened to we both ( me and my baby bride ). As I told I am so stubborn I proved it today I must say I proved it to myself.  ( Oh the leg is paining too and my poor hand its paining but I am not gracing it because I am writing and I can’t compromise)

As I was blogging before I went to Gurukul and I was doing this and that, I became little late. I reached there as I had given time to my friend. But to my dismay there was no “Wallet” and no wallet means no money and no license. My new friend recognized me and I was suprised but as there was no wallet of mine I was busy searching. I am sorry for my friend that I didn’t noticed you. What could I do then I needed to go back home and take my wallet? ( Ah!! this hand is paining so much dammed).

Aba pani napare ta hunthiyo ni hai? ( Wished it had not rained )…I hate putting raincoat and it was raining so hard. But I love being in rain ( not while I am driving). I had put on my jacket and while I reached tirpureshwor it was really raining hard. I was challenging this Pulsar guy LOL!! How could I win guys rite tyo pani Pulsar chalaune…!!!( one who drives pulsar). The rain was hard to handle. It was a big rain indeed. My mom had wished I would not go there. She didn’t told but I knew that she would not like me to go again. But see my stubborness I didn’t let her speak a word and I ran away.

I know I was driving so rough, so fast. I needed to reach Gurukul as fast as possible. Then while I reached Teku , I was trying to overtake the Taxi , and that Taxi without using the side light crossed my way and made me fall on the road. There were nobody to help and I felt like laughing. My baby bride’s one Looking glass was on the road. But I didn’t really took care about the accident. ( The hand is paining a lot, Its hard to type). I needed to reach there at time and I reached without a glass of my scooty ( I was remembering the one glassed scooty pep of Mallika Sherawat in the movie Ugly aur Pagli, my situation was same)

The I reached there on time. My hand was paining and my legs were trembling so fast, my heart beating faster because of fear. My hands shaking. I controlled myself. I didnot told this to my friend.

Then as usual the play started aand my friend was the organizer and I felt proud that the one speaking was my friend. This is the first time I had watched the drama sitting at last and I was happy because I could see everything and hear everything.

But yesterday the actors forgot their dialogues and the fire was not burning, so it was little embarrasing. However the play was awesome as I have mentioned before.  It has seriously captured my heart. This time I didn’t cried but I was disillusioned again and I love my disillusionment. 

The above words were typed yesterday on 06 Sep 08. The light went off but the beauty of wordpress that the draft is saved and I am really grateful for this.

So, I am typing the words again on 7th Spe 08.  Actually I needed to go College. Yesterday’s simple accident became a new excuse for me for mot going to the college and guess what! I am really happy for this. The dress I had found and ironed is hanging in the hangar , I think I need to hide because Daddy doesnot knows that I had an accident yesterday and I know he has forgot that I had college today. ( This hand is paining today also, I am hopeful that there is no facutre.)

So, Karnali parody made me thoughtful again and I am screaming and shouting about the Karnali peolpe at my home. The play has captured my heart. This would be always in my heart. This would be my favourite forever and I shall cherish it for my life.

P.S. Disillusioned Perhaps….!!!

Escaping Death

27th  March 2008

 

 

I DID I ESCAPED DEATH YESTERDAY ON THE ROAD I MET DEATH YESTRDAY BUT GOD CANCELLED MY APPOINTMENT WITH DEATH AND SAVED ME BY TELLING ITS NOT THE TIME TO MEET DEATH.

Yes this is true that i escaped death yesterday and what I am feeling right now is I am so scared and feared that I can’t say anything and I am speechless that I cant speak….Nothing happened to me everybody told I was about to die the road runners saw that I was about to die but I have not realized the accident was so but the people told me that I thought you were dead…..

I forgot everything and there was one thing on my mind that I remember is that I suffered a severe accident I remember till that vehicle hit me and I fell down. Somebody came and pick me up I was speechless and I didn’t knew something had happened to severely,,,

Sometimes death tries to catch you but you need to escape ….
I escaped death today…………………

P.S. I have written this earlier but posted it today under my scooty diary …Perhaps this is the most hilarious experience I have had…but still I love driving