Pony Patriot
‘Sunko bala lauuni dhoko fukaunu cha rin ko poko’ the song was continuing in the background as I was reading and applauding every line.
The melody was brought into halt by the Rap. So my friend burst out.
‘What? ‘I took my eyes from the newspaper.
‘Nothing’ he continued his giggling.
‘Did I say anything wrong?’ I thought he was laughing at me.
‘No, it’s not you’ he controlled himself and continued again. ‘See this, why did he have to feature Rap in this song, he is making potpourri of Rap and Nepali, and this is completely nonsense man’.
I frowned at him, folded the newspaper and was ready to involve with him.
‘Is that so? Are you the student of music? Do you know what is Sur? What is Taal? I don’t think so, so how can you say it is a potpourri’
‘No but it sound so disgusting, listen him, he sounds so artificial’
‘Oh I see what you mean; you mean that he didn’t sound natural isn’t it’.
‘Yes, exactly’
‘I think he would have sounded natural if he had said ‘I wanna a fuck you’ like Akon isn’t it? I think speaking vulgar is natural in Rap don’t you think so buddy’ I was defending Avinash Ghising though I was not his fan.
‘I didn’t mean that way’.
‘Whatever, but I understood that he was using Nepali, and without any vulgar words so he was not sounding natural, mmmm I think he is making a potpourri of Rap’ I started laughing at him.
‘Nobody can talk to you, let me listen the song’.
‘Ok’ and I continued my reading.
Last Wednesday I had the similar experience in my workplace. One of my colleagues was playing Metal in his Chi-phone (Chinese version of I-phone). As I’m the country type of guy so the tornado in his Chi-phone was not making any sense to me. Suddenly the tornado stopped and I heard the guy singing a Nepal song. I was really wishing him to stop his chi-phone and now there was u-turn in the genre of songs he was playing. And that was my genre. I jumped from my seat and started singing.
‘Aankha aankha boleni maan sanga maan bolna baki cha’
Everybody threw their glare at me so I paused myself and slowed down to my normal gesture but I was still lisping with the singer.
‘Oie what happened to you buddy?’ the owner of the Chi-phone reacted.
‘Nothing’ I was back in my seat. ‘It’s just that I was really wising you to stop your chi-phone’ I replied.
‘And why were you so excited about the Nepali songs?’ he was asking me in condescending manner so I replied him with real pose.
‘Because I love the song and you know what, its more Pleasants than you bullshit metal’
‘Haha what do you mean by bullshit Metal?’ He was in no mood to give up.
‘Because you don’t understand a single word, and the music, god it’s a disaster’ I was getting more incensed with his blindfolded support to Metal.
‘Metal is not bullshit but this song is bullshit hahaha’ he started making mockery of the Nepali song. ‘Aankha ankha boleni… haha…. How can an eye talk man? .. haha.. what a bullshit songs’ his tone was getting more rude.
‘If so tell me the lyrics of the song you were listening before this’ I countered. My challenge muted him.
‘See you don’t even know the lyrics of the song and how can you say it’s a good song’ I felt like wining.
‘Go and learn the lyrics and talk about it’ I was enjoying his numbness.
And I started buzzing again ‘Jivan ko bato ukali ani orali samaunu haat maya timile’
To conclude, I never find myself in the bevy of patriots but sometime I enjoy putting some burden of nationality on my head. I rarely find myself defending crook nationality. Those were just a couple of occasion I became phony patriots.
Scofield Mania
Finally it’s over. By this I mean ‘Scofield Mania’. I’ve been watching Prison Break for a year and I just finished it now. The moral Scofield taught me was more than the knowledge I could get from thousands books. ‘The fight for the freedom and the fight for your loved one worth more than the thousands battle fought in the human history’.Getting along with the story I would like to start with the inception of this absurd mania. I was completely into television serial then with 4 seasons of Lost and 5 seasons of How I Meet Your Mom finished, I was looking for the next one. It was my friend from abroad who suggested me to watch Prison Break. Our cable operator didn’t broadcast ABC or AXN so I hurtle to every DVD store in the town but it was useless. I started googling the torrent for season 1, season 2, season 3. Everybody knows the speed of internet in Nepal. I waited weeks to complete the download. And what more it took me just a week to complete 3 seasons. I was touched so much by his heroic character that I went to the barber and trimmed my hair like Scofield. That was second time I copied somebody’s style. First one was Jack’s from Titanic around 10 years ago. But now with little hair left to comb like Jack, Scofield suits me more. Haha ain’t it funny? And about the final season, not even the google could locate the torrent. So I have to wait.
‘Ramesh dai you should name your son RJ’.
‘What does RJ stands for?’ I was curious.
‘It’s Ramesh Junior’ he laughed.
‘Haha you want my son to name like a Lincoln Junior (L J)’ I grinned at him. ‘I’ll think about it when I had one’ the big smiled came to my visage.
And there was a dessert of 1 and half hour in the form of a movie called The Final Break, I bought it and watched. It was the moody ending. I can’t imagine Scofield dead. But what more you want to see if he is dead. Its MJ i.e. Michal Junior the son of Michal Scofield putting flowers on the tomb of Scofield. I saw my melancholy face in the mirror when I completed the series. I don’t know why I became so fanatic about this series. It remind me of my movie mania when I was a teen in school. No matter how old I became I am getting more and more touched by these on screen fiction. Is it because I love fiction or is it because I am a real maniac or something else? I’m trying to find an answer.