Putalisadak Revisited

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The continuous beep of the alarm and I was off the bed. As the matter of fact, I just completed my studies and I’m waiting for the transcript. So what more, it’s time to head towards same old destination; Putalisadak. When you are in between the studies it’s the best place to hang out. Reasons, I can give few of them. First agree or not everyone’s cooking something big in their head so it’s Putalisadak which help you to provide the fine recipe. Second you have a dream; Putalisadak will give you even the bigger one. And the cost, 10 grand for the trimester. No matter which door you went through the cheerful girl on the front desk will draw a browser toward you and says ‘It’s ten thousand for the course and I bet it’s the best you can get’.

The best thing I enjoyed while walking on the street of Putalisadak is reading the hoarding board. From Statue of liberty to Eifel Tower, Sydney Opera to London Bridge the dream Putalisadak shares are bigger than the seven wonders of world. I bet 90% of them say they make dream comes true. Other 10% I think I remember them easily. Five years back, the big one on new plaza by the side of Padmodaye High School always showed latest release in Jay Nepal and Kumari Hall but now it’s the latest release in QFX Cinema. Back then it was Manisha Koirala with the cute smile in Pepsi Ye Dil Mage More but now its Katrina Kaif and her sexy lips in Mango Slice Rasile Aaap ki Swaad. Apart from the changes there are some addition, like Rajesh Hamal in Prime Life Insurance Sunnya wa Tin Bichar Garau ek chin, Rekha Thapa in UTL, and not to forget the big fish NCell with its latest scheme.

Considering about the success, I can’t say much because I’m not he lucky one. But after so many years my belief on Putalisadak has not decrease a bit. Many things have changed in last five years, my hair got less and brain grew bigger. I was the confused teen now I’m a clear headed guy. I know what I want. But one thing never changed for me and I hope for thousands of young brains who scale the street between Singha Durbar and Kamaladi everyday. It’s the belief in Putalisadak. No matter whether you are a good or bad cook, you never think twice about spending that 10 grand on the recipe the Putalisadak offer you.

The First Bicycle

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The secrete plan about buying a bicycle was hitting our evening study hours from last couple of weeks. My brothers used to count the money they had three four times every evening. I used to sat by them and watch their eager face. The total budget consists of the fixed deposit of my two brother’s last three Dashain total gross collection. I tried to buy the share with my gross collection of the last year’s Dashain but my proposal was rejected in unison from the two chief investors.

‘Sale tuke’ they both turned their head toward me. (By the way tuke(2k) was my pet name back then, how I got that is a different story)

‘You want the share huh?’

I nodded.

‘It’s no you fool’ that came at the same time from both mouths. ‘You’ll give your money now and later you’ll go and cry in front of mom’ said Sandai.

‘Mom, they took my money huuuuu huuuuu’ Thuldai rubbed his both eyes with his hands acting like me crying in front of mom. And both of them burst out into laughter. What more, I was like the reserve player sitting out in the bench and watching the match.

How can they buy the bicycle without telling mom dad?’ I used to be frightened imagining the reaction of mom and dad once they notice about it. But my elder brothers were bindas, they were not even thinking about it.

‘What if mom dad notice?’ I showed my fear.

‘How will they know? Will you tell them?’ Thuldai asked.

‘No, I won’t’

‘So’ they started counting the money again.

The answer didn’t settle my worries so I asked again.

‘But, they can see the bicycle once you bought it’

‘You stupid go to sleep else I will kick your ass’

And one more word was just the conformation of two feast one from Sandai and the other from Thuldai. So I pulled the Sirak and pretended sleeping. I piped from Sirak making small hole to watch them and breathed heavily acting as if I was asleep.

‘500, 600,700 annnnnnnnnd its ……… 780, we have 780 in total’ Thuldai said.

‘I think he will give it in 700, won’t he?’ Sandai was curious about the cost.

I think they used to talk about it all night. In the morning it was different, all busy with our own stuff.

It was holiday. They finished their errands and went out with the money. I tried to follow them but Sandai found out. ‘Don’t follow us else I will slap you’ he threatened me.

I paused for a little while and again I followed them. Second time it was Thuldai, he turned back.

‘Go home and don’t tell anyone, I’ll give you a ride after we are back’ he tried to bribe me and I got bribed.

‘Promise’ I was happy. He turned to the sun and said ‘God promise’ and what more you want than the biggest promise; god promise. My feet were in air with joy. I’m gonna ride a bicycle yeeeeaaahhh.

I returned home singing

साझा बसमा जो पानी चढ्दछ, किलिन्डरले २ रुपियाँको टिकट काट्दछ’

And I started waiting them. It was certainly the longest wait of my life. And finally they appeared in the road after an hour and a half. Thuldai was walking the nearly broken black Hero Ranger and Sandai was pushing it with his right hand and in the left he was carrying few pieces of metal. Later I realized they were the bicycle parts.

‘Why are you not riding it?’I asked them.

‘We will ride it after little maintenance’ Sandai told and let me push it.

I happily started pushing it.

‘But dai, who will mend it? Do you have money for the maintenance?’ I was thinking about investing some in the antic Hero Rangers.

‘No, we will mend it ourselves’ Thuldai said.

And my second attempt to buy a share again went in vain.

‘Is mom home?’ Sandai asked.

‘No, I’m alone’

‘If so let’s put it in the store room and we will work on it later’ Thuldai explained the plan on how to put the bicycle out of reach of our parents.

We put Rs. 700 worth Hero Rangers in the store room and hide it using straw mat (गून्द्री). We used to sneak into the store room whenever we got chance to mend it. When both of my brothers worked it I used to squat at the side and look eagerly. I used to dream sitting at the back of the bicycle with my big brothers riding it.

After two day when I was alone at the house. Mom found out our Hero Ranger. She was so furious.

‘Who brought this trash in the house?’ she came to me with her furious face and grabbed my arm.

‘How would I know, it’s not mine’ I tried to escape.

‘It’s not your, but you know it, tell me whose idea is this?’ she juggle me and that was enough for me to burst in tears, and there was no other option to get away from that trouble other than shading some tears.

‘Why are you scolding me, go and ask your son?’ I stared sobbing. ‘They won’t even let me touch it huuu huuuu’ I started rubbing my eyes.

‘I don’t wanna see it in my house, just go and return it before father comes home, else I’ll tell him’.

That was the real trouble so I ran to find the real owner of that trash. Mom put her hands in the forehead and sat at the front porch.

‘How can you guys spent money in such useless things?’

Later when dad was home, mom told him about the bicycle. Dad sat with both of them in our room the whole evening, I didn’t dare to go into the study so I walked with mom in and out the whole evening when she was doing her kitchen work. Later when it was time to sleep I tip towed into the room. Dad was not there and both of them were busy with their study.

‘Oie tuke, did you told mom?’ Sandai saw me first.

‘No, I didn’t, why would I?’ I climbed in my bed.

‘I think he told mom yar dai’ Sandai was skeptical on me.

‘I told you, mom found out herself’ tears started filling my eyes. ‘He’s just scolding me without the reason huuuu huuuu’ I burst into tears. Same old tricks to get away from the trouble, shade some drops of tears.

Thuldai hurried towards me and block my mouth with his palm.

‘I told you don’t scold this cry baby’ he whispered to Sandai.

‘Why is he crying?’ Dad heard me crying in the next room.

‘It’s nothing’ Thuldai replied. ‘He just tumbled with the table’.

‘Watch your step you dumb and stop crying’ Sandai tried to support Thuldai. That was their best trick to deal with my best one. Make something to put mom dad away from our room.

‘Shuuuuuuu, don’t cry, else I won’t let you touch that bicycle’ Thuldai pull his hand off me. Hearing about bicycle my tears stopped. I dried my eyes using the sleeve of my sweater and went to bed. As usual I popped from the sirak and asked ‘Do we have to return the bicycle tomorrow?’

‘No, we can keep it’ both investors opened their mouth at the same time. That night they just studied and didn’t talk about the bicycle. And I saw myself riding a bicycle in a dream.

14 Minutes

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It was just another freaked out day for me. I heard the news of exam being postponed for 3 days and when I checked the university website last night there was the third notice with the same theme. So there was no real rush to start my study for the day. I woke up late had my lunch and started playing manager mode in FIFA11. ‘If university doesn’t want to take my exam why should I give it huh’, the consolation thought went through my mind this morning. And the common problem of Nepal, electricity went off and I wrap up my manger mode and there was nothing to do next. So I grabbed my photocopy took a chair and went out to enjoy nice and warm sunny day.

‘Welcome bro, nice to see you out of your room’ mumbled my boy next door the Rolpa Boy with toothpaste filled mouth. ‘I don’t see you often in the sun, how come you today?’ he thought that was funny.

‘Don’t start again man, I’m in no mood, my exam got postponed for 3 days and I’m really freaked out’ I showed my frustration.

He grinned at me. ‘And that is third time isn’t it?’ He spit the toothpaste out of his mouth and resumed his brushing.

‘Yep’ I nodded and put my chair by his side and opened the photocopy; Ethernet and IEEE 802.3 standards. Oh no, why do I have to read this Ethernet in every semester, is it so important? I started to flip the page to find something interesting but there was nothing. Subnetting, TCP/IP, OSPF, FAT, NTFS, DNS.... same shit again and again. I think there is nothing new in technology except these late 80’s and early 90’s discovery.

‘Where were you man? I searched you in the whole house’ Mr. Pop my brother like friend rolled up from nowhere. He used to be my neighbor several years back and we used to watch three four movies a day then. Those were the hell of days. And he was in Kathmandu for few days.

‘I’m here’ I just continued flipping photocopy.

‘Is there no electricity?’ he asked.

‘What you think, if there was would I be out here?’ I was getting unsettled with bad print in the photocopy. ‘This is Nepal man, don’t make yourself fool asking such an asshole question’.

He turned to the toilet and Rolpa boy got excited.

‘Why do Pop dai spent so long time in the toilet?’

‘How do I know? Ask him?’ I was offended with the question. ‘But he used to go to toilet every half hour few years back, now I’m unknown about his time of stay in the toilet’.

‘I’ll take a note of the time’ Rolpa boy took his mobile out of the pocket. ‘Its 11:27’ he looked at me with a big smile in his face.

‘That’s just stupid you know’ I took off my jacket and put in my head as the sun was really making roast out of me.

‘Its 2 min and I’m sure he is not there to pee’ His smile was getting bigger every time he turned toward me.

‘What’s so funny?’ his stupid act was getting in my nerve. ‘Why are you so concern whether he pee, defecate or fart huh?’

‘There is not a single drop of water in the toilet’ he laughed.

‘So what?’ I looked at him. He blinked me twice and that triggered my mind.

‘That means there is no water to clean his ass’ I started enjoying his bullshit act. ‘That’s little funny’. I blinked him back.

‘Its 11:35’ The Rolpa boy was watching every tick in his clock. He started counting his fingers. ‘It’s been 8 minutes bro’.

‘Leave him alone, don’t be so stupid’ I tried to comfort him to leave me. ‘Go and clean your mouths, your brushing is really irritating me’.

‘I’m counting Pop dai, if he comes out I go’. He was in no mood to give up his mission. So it was useless to try him.

Where RIP was used to work in small network OSPF was made to work in comparatively large network. I was through to the routing protocol after finishing subnetting.

‘It’s 11:38’ he again started counting his fingers.

‘And it’s been 11 Minutes’ I interrupted his counting.’And don’t ask me what do people do for 11 minutes inside a toilet’. He was paused and was in some dilemma. He was swapping his eyes between mobile screen and his fingers. ‘Yeh, you’re right it’s been 11 minutes’ he finished his counting.

I frowned at him so he just lowered his eyes from me.

‘Tube light’ I murmured.

The Rolpa boy got on his feet and walk past me. ‘Where are you going? Pop dai is not out’ I showed my concern.

‘He’s out’ he turned back and showed me the time. ’Full 14 minutes’ he symbol 14 by showing his right palm and closing it twice. He ran towards the toilet, opened the door and looked inside. Then he started to turn back in slow motion. He was thinking real hard. He closed the door of the toilet and walked slowly to me.

‘Why do people take 14 min to pee?’ he was asking me like an innocent child asking a teacher what an elephant is.

‘Hahaha’ I laughed. ‘Go and ask him’

The Rolpa boy went out of my sight. Pop bro didn’t notice anything out of track when he came back from the bathroom. And I was wondering ‘Why do people take 14 min to pee?’ when he started the conversation with me. ‘So what’s new with our Blogger?’

‘I’m writing new post titled 14 minutes tonight’ I smiled at him.

‘What’s it about? Are you trying to write something like 11 Minutes of Paulo Coelho?’ he asked.

‘More interesting than 11 Minutes, better read it first’ my smile got bigger every second I see his face.

The Mind War

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(Dedicated to all Mr. Too Much Thinkers out there)

Mr. Right inside me said ‘think about it man, think hard about it’ and the Mr. Who Cares inside me said ‘What the hell? Go and get it, now is the time so hit the nail in the head’. These two me (Mr. Right and Mr. who cares) are really hard to deal with. They never try to settle. When one says something the other always says ‘Fuck you’. And they are mutually exclusive like the light and the dark. That’s what I call ‘The Mind War’.

‘If not now then when?’ Mr. Who Cares asked.

‘I don’t know, but I think it’s wrong, what about the family, what about the society. No, I can’t do it’ Mr. Right replied.

‘Hell with family, hell with society, it’s about you man not about some freaking society’ Mr. who cares tried to convince.

‘Hell yes, you’re damn right man, hell with family, hell with society….. I’m gonna do it’ Mr. Right acted like he is convinced. But after the little pause. ‘No, no, no..…what if something went wrong?’ Mr. Right bounced back.

‘Fuck you man’ Mr. Who Cares got angry. And Mr. Right starts to think again.

The above conversations are the part of the play that is hitting my brain’s theater ever since I started to think for myself. And I call the play ‘The Mind War’. And my Mind War is doing great business in my brain then DDLJ did in Bollywood.

What is more interesting about it is that Mr. Too Much Thinker like me has screened The Mind War in their theater in many circumstances. It might be while bunking classes for the first time or handling first glass of alcohol or first stick of cigarette in the hand or dancing for the first time in a disco or proposing a girl for a date. But Mr. Too Much Thinkers are born to think but not to do. Sooner you realize the happier you will be.

‘It’s all set man, why don’t you give a shot’ said my friend making his face like a shit. I felt terrible seeing that face and more than that I felt pity with my own guts.

‘Don’t tell me these as if I don’t know anything, I’m not a child anymore’ I replied him.

‘If you are not child then act like a man, at least be a man once in your life’ he hit right in the nail’s head.

That was enough to mute me. And again the screen of my brain started its favorite show The Mind War.

And I stocked in the infinite loop of question answer between Mr. Right and Mr. Who Cares infestation of myself.

The above conversation took place between me and my friend, when I was thinking about doing a thing that Mr. Too Much Thinkers thinks about. Any guess what the outcome was? Its simple my Mind War never ended and I didn’t do it. I heard ‘war are easy to start, hard to fight and impossible to stop’ and I think it’s just damn right. The hardest part is to fight and that’s what I’m doing now and it is not even thinking about stopping.

I would like to share the conversation between me and another Mr. Too Much Thinker of my circles that took few weeks ago. I was busy with my work when he entered my room; I just fulfilled the formality to welcome him and went with my stuff. He moved around the room twice as if he was trying to tell something.

‘It’s killing me man’, he spited it out of his mouth.

‘What is killing you?’ I knew what he was talking about but I acted as if I don’t know anything.

‘You know…’ He felt shy to express it. I lifted my head and scanned his face; it was really a melancholy face so I made it simple for him.

‘I think something is burning, see the smoke’ I pointed at him. He was confused.

‘Gottcha Romeo, haha, so it’s the love in the air’ I was excited to hear how he feels about his girl. ‘So, how’s it going, mmh mmh’ I asked him.

‘It’s killing me man, I can’t even read, I know I’m gonna screw this exam’.

‘Haha, the same classical love story, no sleep, no appetite, no thirst…. Good going man’ I was enjoying all of it. ‘Why don’t you tell her?’ I asked.

‘It’s not that simple, what if ………………..’

He went through dozens of what if and I sat there just listening all those what if clauses. No word came out of mouth because he was also another Mr. Too much thinker like me and it’s not strange his mind was screening ‘The Mind War’ staring Mr. Right and Mr. Who Cares.

Last month in a wedding party I ran into another Mr. Too Much Thinker. He is a guy from my workplace and we were attending a weeding of a Newar friend. Born in a typical Brahmin family he is a hell of a thinker. We sat for the dinner and they started serving Baji set on our Tapari(plate made of leaf), one by one they started serving dished, and 90% of them were Buff items and don’t forget that there was no liquor except Yela and Chayang. Guess what, my Brahmin Mr. thinker had to eat only beaten rice in the wedding party when everyone were enjoying Yela and Chayang with Choyala and Sekuwa. I went to him and said ‘Come on man eat something’. He nodded and watched me from above his spectacle. ‘How can I? It’s all buff items’ he was freaked out. ‘So what? Everyone is eating, don’t think too much man, just eat’ he looked me with dissatisfaction. I know what his mind was going through at that time. His brain was screening ‘The Mind War’ and Mr. Right and Mr. Who Cares inside him going through all those what if clauses. I can imagine him cooking in his kitchen after midnight. That was just another infestation of Mr. Too Much Thinker.

And to conclude, I have a say “The mind war is injurious to health and life, stay away from it”.