If everyone cared and nobody cried
If everyone loved and nobody lied
If everyone shared and swallowed their pride
Then we’d see the day when nobody died
And I’m singing
Amen I, Amen I, I’m alive
Amen I,Amen I, Amen I, I’m alive
And in the air the fireflies
Our only light in paradise
We’ll show the world they were wrong
And teach them all to sing along
If everyone cared by Nickelback
Holidays and Xtreme Laziness go hand in hand. But we sure deserve that after all those early morning rushes to college for six months, don’t we? Come rain or shine be inside the class by 6:45. Especially hard during the winters when it takes exactly an hour for me to get there. Holidays: I should be sleeping till 8 but I can’t. The body clock, I’m always up by 3:30. Ah..but the pleasure’s different. 3:30 yes I’m up by then, but I do nothing other than stare at the ceiling till 7!! Talk of waste of time! Wake up and tune to Hits fm “Namaste Kathmandu” the breakfast show you can almost eat as they call it. It’s a ritual. Then the cup, mug, jug, (thank god yet to get promoted to a bucket) of milk Dad makes sure I drink. What a baby existence! Ha ha more of a pampered existence I would say, yeta ko sinka uta sardina and still complaining!! When will I improve??!! I wonder.
Not that I don’t want to be Active. Active in eating and lazing in the sun of course! No sun these days, so sad so its reading Dan Brown (just finished Da Vinci Code, khatra lagyo) and Dancing! And once home I hate going anywhere else, unless the gain is real tempting. So yesterday it was, a friend made an offer:
“Why not go out and observe the roads?”
“Great Idea.” I agreed. A nice excuse to be clean myself, i.e put an end to my Bad Hair day celebrations.
Walked and then parted. I sat in the bus stop. My favorite pastime, tuning to this and that FM and observing the streets. I was waiting for another friend ( a lot younger 4 yrs than me though) earnestly wishing Dhungz or Dyangu or Budi lived closer to me too.. God! Why do we all have to spread all over the Kathmandu valley. Baluwatar, Samakhusi, Thankot, Bhaktapur.
Then the call. The friend who was walking with me only sometime ago says he’s feeling bad that he had to leave me! Leave me, what psycho I tell. He calls twice to make sure I’ll be meeting the other friend.
Uffffff I tell him.
I mean I just can’t handle anyone who worries or cares about me. I don’t want to be cared for. I mean why does any one even have to give a damn to me.. I’ll be fine. I’m always fine ni. Its always difficult for me to understand why would anyone in this world worry of a selfish fool like me! Pheri ekalkathen haruko chinta liyera kahan sakincha ra…tesmati so chucho ha ha ha
I get on with my relaxed session. Left foot on my right knee cap, hands in my jacket pocket I listen to the song wherein Ash is dancing in pura machhera “Varsore..megha.” I feel like dancing myself! And wonder why life can’t be like the movies, why can’t we dance around when we feel like that and hug people when we feel happy all of a sudden. Why can’t be life be as easy as that?
The road has less traffic. The only vehicles on the roads are private bikes and the food vendor’s moving “Makkai, bhatmas and Chana” stalls. And the only other thing that catches my eye are guys who look at me and I wonder as I always do “ Hoina where do you have your eyes placed, in the pockets?” Ramri bhayepo hernu ta pheri I am not the bholi bhali long haired, kurta wali as well. Here I am clad in the “Guy like” jacket as my friends tell, no tight jeans, no fashionable boots and still why do you have to look???” ufff. And to some onlookers I feel like warning “hey look ahead, you are about to bump into the other guy”. Ha ha ha what better source of entertainment can you have on a bus stop other than marveling at the Weird Men! Poor they can’t even look discreetly. Tunnel vision pare tauko nabataresamma sukhai chaina. Which leaves them to be caught Red handed Ogling Always! And because I never fear looking at anyone right in the eye I feel victorious when they are confused about where to look once you do that! Ha ha ha after all that was what my hobby in school scrap books was “ragging boys”…ooooh I miss those days! But hey, I think I was told about “touch psychology” in case of men and “Look psychology” in case of women. Tough isn’t it, trying to comprehend the opposite sex. Even all Oprah shows can’t help us enough, can it Hysh?? 😉 After all each nutcase should be individually studied, generalization doesn’t work!
Come men and they go. Time passes. Time to meet her now. We walk around for an hour.
“Ke cha love guru?” she asks.
“Waihat. Malai love ko L pani na sunaunu” I warn her.
She laughs. Younger but older than me in a lot of ways. Almost everything actually. She tells me of the way to make pizzas. The information enters my right ear and comes out from the left. Me and cooking??? Sambar, idli she goes on. I stop her.
The guy’s getting engaged.
You’re friends so be happy.
‘Yah, usko khusi mero khusi.” She tells and laughs.
Starts giving me tips to lure a guy. I give her the pleasure of talking.
Why don’t you do this? Why don’t you do that? She goes on.
Life is such a Majak. I can’t help thinking. I keep laughing helplessly listening to her whacko look at the guy and then look away tip. There are some five of them and by the time one she is done with explaining one it is banished from my memory too.
Khoob sikichas I tell her.
Walk, walk and walk. I’m too tired. She’s gone. Back at the bus stop.
Then time to have the divine drink. I have two holy grails of it 😉 Less sugar in both. They’ve got a different practice there. I can’t add anything too.
Its six then. The streets look yellow under the street lamps. I love that time in the evening. The street lights remind me of the time I was eight and he’d told us “ Always try to be like the street lamp not the street dog”. It had struck me so. I remember it to this day, every time I walk under them. But I don’t like the negative tone towards Street dogs. You can’t say anything wrong about dogs. I just don’t like it! 😦
The banda feels different. It’s not like the innumerous we had before this. Despite the frequent clashes and strikes the hope exists. There’s optimism in the air. I breathe hope. I live in a dream where everything is possible. It’s just a transition and I know we’ll emerge as winners out of it too. The best is yet To Come…the best is always Yet To Come!
Life’s like a road that you travel on
When there’s one day here an’ the next day gone
Sometimes you bend, sometimes you stand
Sometimes you turn your back to the wind
There’s a world outside every darkened door
Where blues won’t haunt you anymore
Where brave are free an’ lovers soar
Come ride with me to the distant shore
We won’t hesitate
Ta’ break down the garden gate
There’s not much time left today, yeahea…
Life is a highway by the Rascal Flatts