The Rolpa Boy II
“Sagar sari chokho maya timilai diula, yo jaayna le saath diye timi sangai jieula……”
“Ahhhhhhhhhhh here starts The Rooftop Religious Concert of my lunatic neighbor”
This song took half of my sleep and I was half dreaming when I move my hands over the bed to search my cell phone.
“Oh shit!!!” My half dreaming sleep was gone when I see clock ticking just 5:30 am. “What the heck he wants? I’m gonna kill that bastard” I woke up and hurried to the window to close window pan.
“Nabirse timilai napaye timilai, bina artha dil ma sajaye timilai……………”And there was another unplugged version of Anju Pant’s songs. I then realized the previous one was not “Om jai jagadish hare” or “Buddham saranam gacchami”. I was confused. “Why this psyco playing love songs today”. When I reached the window I saw my Boys Next Door Mr. Hukum Thapa putting clothes in the fence and singing Anju Pant’s songs playing with fence wire.
“Oie Psyco, will you stop to decorate(Sajauni) or should I decorate you in Pashupati Aryaghat” I was furious at him. I slept late that night after Chelsea’s nightmare game in Carling Cup Group stage and the memory of that game also catalyzed for increasing the anger.
“Why Ramesh Dai?” he was smiling at me with his black and yellow teeth. “This is loktantra and I can sing anything I like and anywhere I like hahahahaha”. He started to grin at me. He looked like a yellow yellow dirty fellow cow of Orbit White Chewing Gum TV Ad. I returned to the bed and closed my ears with pillow. He started another one “Beni ko bazzar ra jata maya utai cha najara”. I didn’t know how long did it take me to catch another wink but my cell phone was showing 6:30am in its screensaver when “Jai santoshi mata om jai santoshi mata” nudged me.
After a long try I got another wink and the next nudge was at 9:30am when Kids next home (National Academy School’s Kid) chanted “Sayeu thunga phool ka hami eutai mala nepali”. I realized it is time to wake up because there is no possibility to sleep unless you are epic character Khumbakarna. The PT Drill’s Drum, Dance Practice in Kunti Moktan’s “Kati maya lagcha re dhungri mundri ko” and Math’s table recitation in Grade 2 “2 one ja 2, 2 two ja 4……”. And more than that I had exam the next day. So now it was time to keep study going.
The day with bulk of books, complex definition, hi-fi programming codes, blood pressure stimulating flow charts and noisy neighborhood of dogs and kindergarten kids. By twilight you become a feather in “Free Fall Experiment in Vacuum” energy less, desperate. What you want is a sound sleep. But day that started with the musical beats was not definitely gonna ends that much easily. I was watching TV and trying to get some sleep.
“Tak Tak” there was the knock on the door so I answered the call. It was my neighbor, SLC’s 40%, Mr. Thapa.
“I need your help with my study”
“Ok, Come inside” I welcomed him in. He opened the books and started to ask question.
“Dai, how do you pronounce A.L.B.E.R.T E.I.N.S.T.E.I.N”
“All Bert Aye inst tine” I tried to make the pronunciation sound more like a Nepali word.
“What type of name is this? Aa in sta ni , hahahahahahah” his dirty fellow style laugh got into my nerve.
“He is the father of modern physics, a great scientist and the greatest man of 20th century, you were supposed to know him.”
He is in class 12 and how could he not know Albert Einstein. I was switching channel to find something worthy to watch. While changing channel I happened to switch TV FILMY GOPIKRISHNA’s test transmission and guess what he jumped off from his seat and started to sing along with Biraj Bhatta “Maile tei bhayera maan parako” I was confused which one to watch, live show or the recorded one in TV. The song ended and thanks god the next one on the playlist was “Chor Bazari”.
“Shit bro, dhoti songs are bullshit, change the channel”
I was knocked out by his regards. I was in no mood to start another debate so I just obeyed his orders. The chat program in Sagarmatha TV drew my attention because one of the attendants was MP from our district.
“The only problem here is the presence of two ideologies i.e. Marxism and Capitalism, but not about our candidate staying in the election” said one attendant.
“Hello Sociologist”, I called Hukum. “You know what is Marxism or Capitalism; it’s your field buddy”
“Who cares?” he laughed again. “I don’t know who is the MP of my region, how could I know who is Marx or Capital” he explained.
“You’re the student of Sociology, you ought to know Marx and keep in mind Capital is not a person” I replied.
“If I become a politician then I’ll know” he replied with a smile.
“You must know before you become a politician” I tried to cleared the doubt in his mind. “Politics is about driving a country to the better future if you are not the good driver then the country becomes like ours”.
“haha driver” he laughed. “I’m SLC pass I’ll make a good driver, better than our 601 thumbstamp ”
I thought that there are not only 601 insane drivers in our country but there are millions of insane passengers like our Mr. SLC pass who are making the mockery of this country. I won’t be amazed if I saw the Rolpa Boy as one of the driver in future. This idiotic conversation went for 15 minutes. When I locked the door saying good night to my neighbor VH1 was playing Phil Collin’s “Another Day in Paradise”. I turned the lights off and tried to get a nap hoping to wake up another day in paradise.
