Waitin, wishin, watchin

If I had a laptop..to carry around wherever I went then this posting would have been here a couple of hours ago..But I don’t ….poor me-the poverty-striken student of social sciences..so here I am re-writing what I had poured out in my green notebook titled Clean-O-Super Capsule ( some only for ladies capsule)..So here comes my ramblings in the Shahid Gangalal Heart Hospital (it is not the exact name I guess)..Anyways take a read it was written as though it was already published.hehhe.these days I am blogging every thing in site,gone crazy I guess .

Waiting for your turn in a hospital is probably the most effective way to know how time sometimes crawls to its destination I guess. Moreover, when it is a hospital that specializes in heart disease any luck of catching a glimpse of hunks too fades away leaving you to wander among old baldies and yeah if you want to take a ride on the wild side you could even wink at them for amusement. But well aware of the fact that the older the men the more vulgar they are..I for one am better in this side of paradise. So here I am on this cold wooden bench with no well groomed guys to check out on and no stylish chicks in sight too. Hey wait, who is that in the lawn in front of me. Okay, A guy, so what the fuss? Anyways as there seems to be no other place to look at let me turn on my observation skills and have some fun. Well, what the hell is he doing? The sun seems to have made him feel totally warm and cozy so there he is taking the brownish grass below him to be his bed and lying in the Lord Vishnu posture, one hand resting on the ground and the other on his thighs eyes stuck to the newspaper below. Yeah, don’t be mistaken though I am not all eyes for the guy. There is absolutely nothing interesting I can see in him, it’s the same old average Nepalese men sense of winter fashions- black leather jacket and dull brown tailored pants. But as he is right in front of me I am doing what a women (sounds so not me) oughtta do, Comment on men! Of course.

Not much of hospital smell here,thank God for that. ( I seem to be drawing people’s attention to me, scribbling furiously as if something to make a front page news is happening here, visible only to me) haha..who cares anyway. I can’t re-gobble up each and every piece of writing in The Himalayan Times. Actually the only thing left to do with the newspaper is literally eat it up as I have gone through it ten times. My eyes now automatically shut at its sight. And reading that school section is the last thing I would be doing to keep myself preoccupied. It is the same old crap of those goody, goody school girls and boys “Don’t wait till the 11th hour”, life is precious sort of writings. I have had enough of those. There is some “Around the World in a day” article by some Ocenia Shakya and it seems as though the gal has been to almost all the places in the world a layman in Nepal knows of Great Wall, Sdyney Opera, Eiffel Tower, bla..blah. Must be some child of a filthy rich businessman. Who cares?

After 10 mins

Hey why the hell is that man some “Durga Prasad Sharma, Pradhyapak “Lecturer” (noticed it in his handbag) looking at me as if I am some museum specimen. Sure he wants to lecture me on a few things, maybe I look like some student of his, considering the fact that I am always like somebody else to most people I meet for the first time. Ah..How cheap can one’s looks be? Whatever. Even a lecture would be most welcome at this time..God I need something to calm my nerves before I am the next victim of a Heart-attack, the cause being “Too much of Patience”.

P.S. I waited for my mom to come to the hospital for exactly 2 hours (120 minutes) and some minutes all alone.

Let’s Get Groovy!

Robert Burns

Oh, My Love Is Like a Red, Red Rose
Oh my love is like a red, red rose
That’s newly sprung in June,
My love is like the melody
That’s sweetly played in tune.

So fair art thou, my bonny lass,
So deep in love am I;
And I will love thee still, my dear,
Till a’ the seas gang dry.

Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun;
And I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands o’life shall run.

And fare thee weel, my only love!
And fare thee well awhile!
And I will come again, my love
Though it were ten thousand mile.

This poem is one of the most romantic outflows of feeling that I have ever come across. There is that sense of beauty, sweet misery of separation and that madness of the lover head over heels for a girl. And which lass in her senses can refuse someone who confesses his love in such a beautiful manner. What say you girls?

Back to Bedlam

This is how the Month of Love starts in Nepal. The king has a date with you, ah..it is the one year anniversary of the royal takeover and he has something to say!! And am I looking forward to the speech to be aired? Oh yeah I was, so much so that I had my reporter instincts ready with a pen and notebook in my hand, all ears for some babble that I sincerely regret for having listened in the first place. God, I took down notes too!! Taking them to be some great revelations. And only some hours after the “Prattle of the most Stubborn Man Alive” I am like had I gone mad at that time expecting something better?? A year gone, the civil society is on their usual day out -evergreen on the streets, the political parties fighting back the king with all their might, the students fuelling the already tense state of affairs and the homemakers have been the latest addition to the army of people out protesting. But no avail, it is all equivalent to banging one’s head against the wall. There goes Gyanendra proclaiming democracy is the key to solving all the ailments of the country once again DUH!!! Tell me if I am wrong but haven’t we heard that a 100 times already? Do we need to be reminded? And who knows it better than us Nepalese.

Ironically, we Nepalese seem to be the Know It Alls when it comes to democracy, rule of law, good governance and everything deemed ideal when it comes to the art of ruling. Yet we are the ones helpless, powerless, and defenseless when it comes to taming our own authoritarian ruler gone absolutely crazy, driven wild by the hunger for power. “A dog’s obeyed in office!” says Shakespeare in King Lear. I guess that justifies why he still has his say when the whole world is losing their heads and blaming it all on him. And as vent out all my thoughts I feel merely like another hypocrite in the already bursting mass in Nepal who does nothing but complain. Yeah, rant, scream and yell about everything going wrong around them for that is all they can do!! I myself have become a member of that so called “aware” mass that believe, acknowledging a problem in itself is a step towards solving it. Maybe I am impatient, maybe in thinking so I merely reveal that inexperienced me but tell me how many more people show acknowledge a problem before signs for its remedy start to show? How many people should be killed to make every one realize that far too many people have been killed? What is the threshold when it comes to turning a deaf ear to all the cries around you? Why is it the same view so hard to see to a few when it is crystal clear to the rest? God…why do I have to be the one to feel this way…And times like these I wish I were some Kanchi maya in the village, ignorant of all this bedlam, engrossed in some goat rearing, lazily figuring out patterns in the cloud. Ignorance, indifference those sure pave the way to bliss.