The TV should have been my preoccupation. But its not. The stereo then but amazingly it is not either. The FMs have nothing interesting at this time of the day which is 3:50 pm in my table clock. Maybe they do but I don’t know because I am not supposed to be home at this time of the day. I had a class to attend so I took the bus. Got a seat, lucky me! And the route changed from Tinkune, the hell with these rallies. I spent thirty minutes suffocating in the bus because of the same while coming home from college in the morning and now the bus is supposed to discover a new route to Ratnapark! I wasn’t angry then, just certain that I would reach my destination on time. Oh the optimistic me! So the bus headed towards Gaushala. The road to Purano Baneshwor was blocked. However the brave conductor removed the hurdle and the bus set rolling. I was glad. But as we reached the P.B Chowk the traffic policeman asked the driver to head to New Baneshwor rather than allowing it to take the Maitidevi route to Ratnapark. My temperature was on the rise. It kept escalating until we reached Baneshwor and I could take no more when the traffic there directed the bus back to the same goddamn route! What the …..! So, the passengers yelled but of no avail. I cursed my fate and got off the bus. Got on another and headed back home. An hour of journey to nowhere. An utter waste of time.
That’s life. That is exactly what it is like to live in the capital of this country. Ah..I just want to get this frustrating experience out of my system.
Chalega Mentality. That’s the Nepalese way of doing things. Good roads-chalega, bad traffic-chalega, good grades-chalega, bad grades-tyo pani chalega. We’ve gotten used to all bad things in life. And increased our We live through the good and through the bad. Change? You ask us. We’ll all yell YEAH! We want Change. But the change in reality is nothing more than the change in “Chalege” circumstances we face.You might differ, but I know you not. You might be yelling “No more Chalega, I don’t want to put up with this crappy system anymore” but you are somewhere unseen, unheard probably only doing that in the solitude of your room, in the safe territories of your mind.
Everyday is the same. Someday I walk out of home for college and it is the Araniko Highway closure because some driver was beaten up. The other day I am in Bagbazar and am informed this is the last bus back, no more when the last is literally exploding with people. The buses block the highway so what we walk on through the “Nali”. Oh, we’ve got soo many alternatives. So everything Chalega. I think we are immune to any goddamn bandas now, we are all comfortably numb to everything around us. That’s life. This is just enough of a change our so called Mahan Janaandolan 2 has brought. This is enough for me atleast to want anymore out of LOKTANTRA.