Batch 2006 A Memento

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The Inception: The playlist in my media player was playing Kid Rock ‘All Summer Long’. I neither bother to add another one to the list nor did I try to pause it. ‘It was 1989, my thoughts were short my hair was long’. The lucid images of my early college life started to roll around my eyes. My long hair which I cherish these days in facebook albums had an interesting role in marking the beginning of my college life. Frequent hide and seek with the coordinator to save it from getting trimmed were funny. But more than that my foreheads along with Nabin, Ghoda, and Migsho were the nice bargaining chips for 2006 batch to get, what they want. To mentioned a few, bunking canteen to visit the Baje ko bhatti pasal early in the morning, blaming teachers for not teaching good, bunking practical classes blaming load shedding. And when asked to trim the hair, I didn’t have to say a word coz the whole class was there with the readymade answer; why don’t you first arrange a practical, why don’t you first buy a cricket bat, basketball, why don’t you get the toilet cleaned and many more in the list (I remembered summarizing them to 21 points in 2nd year). And the last one about the toilet was special one from Gaurav.

The Romance:Later days in Baneswor were more romantic, with the frequent visit to the cafeteria, a rose day celebration, getting your body warm with winter sun in the balcony and piping through the window of room 201. There was something warmer than the winter sun, I think Nangebaba, Bivor, Jayan and Laure know more than me about the winter of 2008. And how can I forget getting the new analogy the president Sarkozy, the romantic Neta. But the worst part of it, Sarkozy got Carla Bruni and I’m still single. Neither the 35 bucks rose nor the Bade’s challenge around TT board worked for me. But many many thanks to Chicken for being an allies gathering information and getting a cell no. And I think I’m not the only one to thank her. After all her nickname ‘Keti ko Dallal’ worked well for her then.

The Memento: The classic dialogue of Pandey ‘Dherai hero nabhai, muji lai yehi baneswor chowk ma gaddinchu feri’, the sexy slap of Tori on everybody’s arse, Gabbar Singh laugh of shiva, kukur birala fight between poje and Chake. Jagadamba Steel’s body of a Modal. Legendary Jodi of Amitabh bacchan and jaya bacchan(sorry Alchiko poko and Fuchhi, I couldn’t find a better analogy for you guys). 24/7 Black and white Fakhira. Once in a full moon Bharat. Salman Bhai sumeru and Sagun. And our Chinese friend Gu Sung and Dick Sung. But Laure who are they really? I also don’t know exactly, please let me know. Sports week 2008, 2009, CITS 2010, IT#, IT Conference, and Farewell Party in Anandaban. And many many more, but hot conversation are not included. Cherish them yourself.

I have a strange feeling about being a graduate. There were few occasion when I really wished for. But today when I’m the one I have a sour feeling. Because I will badly miss you all. (………………….)

I think someone is absent here too. But my blank space for ( ) Manoj.

Mary Poppins Creche

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It was just another day; nothing unusual or exciting was happening. The most noticeable fact about the torrid summer morning was that the sun was ascertain to make you tandorri (Copyright from Alchiko Poko, sorry boss got to borrow your word) by the end of the day. And what more to expect in the Capital if it was the fifth morning without the rainfall? I had few things to take care of in my old place so I thought of getting them done. I hoped that would be the perfect beginning for the week. After scaling few streets, I was in my old neighborhood. It was just a couple of weeks so there weren’t any conspicuous changes.

I didn’t know what the morning life was like in the neighborhood because never got chance to be a part of it. First it was morning college which not only took my sleep but also aloof me from the morning life of the neighborhood. Second, I never wake up to say good morning on weekend, it used to be Good Afternoon by the time I was off the bed. Today I got the excellent chance to be the spectator, more than that I was the participant.

Loud wailing behind the wall was enough to catch my attention. The wall was painted with cartoons, alphabets (A for Apple, B for Ball, and C for Cat and D for Dog). I didn’t hesitate to stretch my neck to get my eyes past the wall and see what was going on. It was the morning assembly of the school. A mentor was shouting commands and the kids were following a PT Drill. And the ground was filled with the fog of dirt. The brown Roland Garros, I gave the smile. My god! So many Nadal, so many future clay court champions. Can’t we expect few more Grand Slams from Asia in coming years (let’s not get satisfied with the success of Li Na).

Jokes apart, It was the nostalgic portal. I was visualizing myself among them performing a drill. After a couple of minutes or so the loud music broke my day dream. The speaker was playing the track of the National Anthem. I rolled my eyes around to search for the speaker. It was hung on the balcony besides the large hoarding boarding painted in artistic fonts with the words ‘Mary Poppins Creche’.

Mary Poppins Creche? What kind of name is this? ‘The curiosity grew in my mind. Before the query was solved there was the child orchestra singing ‘Sayeu thunga ful ka hami eutai mala nepali’. Wooa what a song? It was years since I heard the national anthem sang with such energy. The fog of dirt was slowly settling and the sun rays piercing through the iota of dirt was imparting rainbow. The mellifluous national anthem, balmy morning sun and the perfect rainbow was enough to make the environment around the Mary Poppins heavenly.

Walking away from the wall of Mary Poppins I remembered a quotation written by a friend back in high school; ‘Beauty lies in the eye’ that beholds it’. I couldn’t make a sense of it then and I was left staring at the board. My gape posture wasn’t new because I was renamed (Twaa) after my unique style. Today seeing these beautiful poppins singing national anthem at full swing standing in the middle of Nepalese Roland Garros everything was making sense. There was nothing ugly because my eyes were beholding every beauty of the universe. The soothing national anthem, weird but beautiful dirty ground, and the warm and pleasant summer morning. Yea it was best the start you would want for the week.

Friday 13th Jesth

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48 hours to go off the clock for the constitution and we can see all the attention and hurriedness summing around New Baneswor. Tens of group gathering around the Convention Center with banners some are chanting slogans others making a circle and dancing. God! Look at these morons’; it seems that they are performing Karaoke on the street. The result; its predictable, first no matter how much drama you perform in the street you are not getting the constitution and second no traffic in and out from Baneswor. This time second one was annoying me more (Last year I loathed the first one). The first difficulty I faced after moving out from Baneswor to Koteswor was to go for the morning walk during office hour from Koteswor to Thapathali. And not to forget that my morning walk was only for the week; the week we Nepali were supposed to get the new constitution.

Friday 13th Jesth, alarm remind me of my Putalisadak Dream at quarter to 5, I freshened myself, dressed up and headed to catch a bus. My bad luck there was no public transport, I wondered why? I returned to my room and started facebooking. Around 7 I got the call from my parents and that solved my queries about the public transport. I tuned the FM radio and there was the hurriedness of desperate Nepali citizen to get the new constitution. Half dozen vehicles were torched before the day break and the strike was called for the day. About organizer, I have to count my fingers to get the exact numbers of them so let it be. By the time the scorching summer sun started its business of making human tandoori I redressed myself, packed my bag and started for the office. I knew my one and half hours journey on foot was going to be dull.

The main road through New Baneswor would have been less dull to explore especially on strike days, but today I preferred the duller one. I took the Bagmati Corridor to Thapathali. Once I crossed the small iron bridge near ANFA Technical Centre Chyasal I happened to encounter a couple of girls around 6 or so. Their tatty get up remind me of a GRE word; Ragamuffins. My visage lightens up seeing the bravery of my Cerebrum. I thought they were from the slums of Sankhamul. My thought of Bagmati Corridor being less interesting than the main road was proving wrong. Those girls were catching my full attention. They were hiding behind the trunk of the big tree. As I approached near them I heard the Nepali song ‘Haraye ma timro komal jhai nayan ma, timro tyo roop ko mohani ma haraye’.
Second girl grab the cell and asked ‘Do you have that songs’.
‘Which one’ the first one tried to reach for the cell but the second one stretched her arms away from her.
‘The song where Rekha Thapa takes a boat, she has a short hair…. That one k ’ She explain the plot of the song.
‘Oh I see ‘Sagar sari Chokho maya !!’
‘Yea yea yea that one, I love it so much, don’t you have it on the cell phone’
‘No I don’t, but my brother does. I’ll get it tomorrow’
‘Sagar sari chokho maya timilai deula’ the second one started singing and swaying her body with the melody. She circled the whole tree with her graceful dance.

As soon as I reached in front of them the first girl noticed me. She hurried to the second one, grab the cell phone from her hand, and hide her face with the both hands. Her shyness was something worthy to watch. Despite Her messed up hairs and face she was looking beautiful. The second one turned back as the music was brought into a halt by my arrival. She too noticed me and what more she couldn’t stand her awkwardness so she hurtled behind the tree by hiding her face like the first one did. And they both giggled behind the tree. By this time I have already crossed the tree. I couldn’t content myself so I turned back to watch them. They were spying on me by hiding behind the tree. My eyes were off the road and busy in capturing every moment of the girls behind the tree so I stumbled on the stone. I almost fell. This time it was my turn to get red. I heard the loud outburst behind the tree. I felt shy and didn’t dare to look them again.
‘Ok let’s go, mom will kill me if she know I stole her cell’ I heard them talking. They hurried and disappeared in the bushes.
I gathered myself and hurried my steps toward the office.

When the whole country’s attention was grabbed by the Karaoke around the Convention Hall, mine was blown up by those kids behind the tree. Can there be anything more beautiful and serene then to watch those innocent enjoying every moment of their life despite every hardship and poverty. Certainly not.
The whole day they ruled by brain and I felt rejoiced every time they came in my imagination. I was in no mood to spoil my happy mood so I put myself aloof from the media whole weekend. On the morning of Jesth 15th I saw the headlines on the newspaper hung on the bookstore that the tenure of the CA was added for next three month. What’s new in this? Nothing. That means I again will have to go for the morning walk after 3 month. Thank you 601 for thinking about my health. Because I might need it then as my belly has already started to add layers.

Pony Patriot

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Going through the Saturday edition of The Nagarik, I felt like getting laddu in both hands. The first one is 12 pages free in same 5 rupees and the second one is that it is dedicated mostly to books. Last Saturday we had a small gathering in my place so I asked a friend to bring Nagarik. After reading it I felt satisfied with the expenditure. Reading Buddhisagar is always funny and this time ‘Huss Guru’ was not an exception. I was so excited reading ‘Huss Guru’ that I was laughing at every line. I thought that was annoying my friends so one started watching music videos in my laptop and another one started yawing in my bed.
‘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.
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