|I wish i could be him on my hangover morning|
Right now what‘s making me have Goosebumps? What’s compelling me to express my thoughts with a sip of strong black coffee to get me over the last night hangover? I really don’t know. Now I’m converting my words to express my vision about Kathmandu, its people and its state we have turned it into. I hail from the outskirt of valley but nothing matters as I’m perfectly breed Nepalese temporarily residing abroad. I ain’t being an innocent fool to pen the impossible demand (literally all demands of Nepalese are impossible) nor am I trying to compare my country with the century ahead western nation with its elegance and superiority. I’m just acknowledging where we and our nation stand and trying to dig out the reason which made us and our leaders stoop so low that there is no further to stoop. The thoughts going on my head is nerve wrecking. Finally, I blabber “my country is in a mess”. It’s in a real confused state where “every possible thing is impossible and every impossible thing is possible” statement comes to practice. I would leave this self-invented statement on you to dig out what it actually stands for.
|"If your body wants to have luxury then |
your mind need to have right attitude to park to a right place"
|These Neons light tends to camouflage every things going on|
when your body is outta mind's control
How about the night life and the rules made to control the semi porno lifestyles of Thamel and various places of Kathmandu? Even though the government denies confessing thamel as the red light area, I see no difference between thamel and the Red light area of Europe? It might infuriate many of the Nepalese people (including me) but even a mere child can tell what those flirty woman/girls are trying to sell? It’s just we are pretending to be blind. We are trying to pronounce our self ‘sacred’ with bloods all over our hands. The Nepalese government’s policy to control / ban over the night life of Kathmandu seems no more than fragile, delicate cocoon to fool people. Else what would I be doing at Central Thamel bar till 3 am lying half unconscious? Or does our government imply two different policies to different hotels and bar about the closing time? What we are trying to do is trying to ban the chocoholic kid not to grab a chocolate placing a bundle of chocolate in front of him.
|I was searching for a reason to them but couldn't find one|
Another evening, we were passing the library to thamel while self-proclaimed ‘third gender’ group shouted to us ‘yo dai ko kasto sexy chak?’ (What a sexy bum?” We were shocked and blushing. Our minds were confused either to say “thanks “or go violent against them. But what catalyzed my fury was those policemen with them, who voiced to laugh. If someone can invent the gender the god hadn’t in mind, why don’t they have the brain to act appropriately with the third person? May be they used their brain more than Einstein to discover their gender rather than to learn these simple things called ‘moral’.
|when you are scared even your mind fails to command|
right thing"Quick Been QUCK"
At last, sorry to the girl with that innocent face as I couldn’t understand your signal and the gorgeous lady on a red cocktail dress….. You were too beautiful for me ….!!!! As I can’t shine like you during the night and couldn’t be your night king.
Ambo! My coffee has gone cold. Let me take my last gulp.