( Hmm let me give a slight background. We just got back from our fieldtrip to Bridim, and I had planned to write a diary everyday but couldn’t.. still plan to put it in series of which this is the first…And Kali All Bridim writings especially dedicated to you! I feel so good that someone like you reads this blog, keeps telling me “Khoi ta new entry, atti bhayo yo ta!” You make me smile. Thank youuuuuuuuuuuu sooooooooooooo much honey. 🙂 )
Cell phone. It exists.But it is dead. I don’t care about the time.
The ceiling is green. Long colorful papers are stuck to it.An yellow bulb shines in front of me. She’s sleeping.She is eating.It is the first day of the field trip. We are staying at Hotel Langtang View. Not the world’s best hotels but a blessing nevertheless! Why? Because I am lying on a single bed this time!! Yahooo. Yah, its only me on the bed this time as in didn’t have to share. Sharing is good, when it comes to other things maybe but Bed, its an absolute NO NO for me. I have no record of sound sleep in any of the other field trips because of the sharing factor. Pokhara was an exception; the four of us shrieked ourselves to sleep!! A tiring act for sure. So I am grateful for this bed. And for the music in the background “Usne baat ki kuch aisi dhang se, sapane degaya hajaron rang ka………Pehla nasa, phela khumar” The evergreen love song. Mere listening to it provides the first love experience. He he he
She just got off the bed and is telling me “ Ke danga pari pari maski maski lekhirache yo ,malai kehi thaha chaina.” LOL
Back to the hotel. The bathroom in our floor is creepy.Take a turn to the right, then to the left it is a dark alley. No latches on the doors either.Don’t know why but a thought of some rapist lurking in the dark came to my mind when I was figuring my way in the maze in the evening. Scary thought! But why complain. Let me just live the moment. Dhunche, Rasuwa. Change of places cannot bring change in habits. She is still talking to me about blogging. Not me, its Kali dearest.
Up in the dining room she was asking me “ Moro le kahile garcha ta?” (When is the guy getting married?)
“Moro lai sodh na.” I replied. ( Why not ask the guy yourself)
“Kasto hola ni halchal?” ( How is he?)
“Thikai hola” I answered. “ Boru swajati ko euta keti khojidena usko lagi” I laugh. ( Must be doing good, instead why don’t you search a girl from the same caste for him) 🙂
She was nodding and having her food.
Hmm seems like I will have the “Moro’s messenger” image for quite sometime now! Ha ha ha
Listening to the TRPAP officer on the first day of the trip
“Ani yesle pugena?” (Isn’t this enough?) Sharmaji tells indicating her ever stylish hairstyle. It’s curly. I wonder how it’s done. Sometimes it’s straight and then its curls. Always looks great on her. But the great news is the girl’s got a real kickass High class, high income job now!! That’s Something! With such salary one could easily pay one’s tuition fees and shop till you drop to! Way to go girl!! Congrats!
The social mobilizer introducing herself
Again back to the room. I can hear her voice in the stairs. I am not sleepy but I need to sleep. Someone in this room is turning the pages of a book. I can’t see beneath anyone’s quilt but I know it is the Bible. The boys are noisy as usual. Their hotel is across the road but I can still hear their voices, loud and clear. Tomorrow’s going to be a long day, we will head towards Bridim. So goodnite my Summery Diary ……..
To be continued…
m listening to this gazal at the moment….
तुम् न मानो मगर् हकिकत् है,
इश्क् इन्शानकी जुरुरात् है 🙂