JUNE 21, 2015

Kathmandu, A busy, crowdy, noisy and self-centered  capital city of Nepal. In its very heart lies the holy city of temple and shrines "Kathmandu Durbar Square" Often called as "Basantapur"."OYE KAHA VETNE????" ( Where shall we meet??), when my friends used to ask this, we used to have same answer "Basantapur!!!!!" our favorite junction to meet.

And by-chance today, I reached the same place after 2 months of devastating earthquake. As I entered the premises of Basantapur, I was shocked. I never expected even in my dreams that once a beautiful, busy & noisy place, full of tourists and locals would turn into a deserted place which is awfully placid.As I turned my head towards the MAJU DEGA temple, which used to be the junction of ours, I could see just a big pile of bricks, mud and waste woods as remains of temple.Sadly I climbed the stairs of temple remains and reached the place where we used sit most, with tea in plastic cup, laugh and crack lot of jokes. As I stayed silently in the broken stairs, maelstrom of memories flooded inside my mind.

Suddenly, I remembered the word "MOTE"(means Fatty/Chubby).There was a small, roughly aged 10 or 12, swarthy & chubby with rugged shirt and pants,probably from low income class family who used to deliver tea to us at that junction.Every time he used to say "Dada chiya aayo"(means here comes the tea bro).We used to give him money for the tea and always used to say "MOTEEEE" (FATTY) & tease him. With his staring eyes and angry voice he always replied the same dialouge"Aafai moteee holaniii"( means you are fattyyy not me) and he used to run with money and just disappear into crowd.With the sip of tea, we gossiped, laugh, make fun of each-other in those foot stairs of the temple. Sometimes we even used to disturb the ecstasy of love couples who tend to loose control and try to kiss (may be more) in secret corners of temple by shouting "Police Aayooooo" ( Cops are coming to bust you) to restrain their  erotic explicit actions in public.(note:- kissing & erotic activities in public place is  prohibited in Nepal).

Wow!!!! that was soo much fun to doooo. Watching those silent couples, researchers, artists, painters, tourists on their own quest all over the place were such amazing memories. Remembering one saying "oye tyo chinese hola" ( he/she must be Chinese) pointing to a mongol faced tourist . Next says"Hoina korean hooo" (nope must be korean).Another intercepts , Khub ho japanese huna sakxa"(wrooongggg might be a japanese). Another says "sap thaha xa ta harulai... "heer ta ja nidhar ma kun des lekheko xa hehehe"( to find out go and see in their forehead may be its written there hehehe) and we all brust into laugh. Mean while other used to say "Oyeee tyo KHAIRE lai heera ta  tatoo and dead lock kapal khataraaaaa raixa"( look at the white tourist with brown hair=KHAIRE, with tatoo and dead-locked hair-quiteeeee amusing.)

And Now, these all thing are gone..... paradise lostttt.

Soon I cannot tolerate the torture created my whirlpool of nostalgia inside my mind and there was nothing to soothe my nerves.I stood up and give a glance to that place again and I felt like i have lost my eyes.Those eyes to see these heavenly beauty, amazing experience and peaceful ecstasy that had always entertained us.Will I  see that MOTE again?? Is he alive??? Will this place restored back to its life? Will those lost eyes come back again????? I kept on asking myeself????? For now I dont have any answerssssssssss...........

                                                                                                                 Date:- Jun 19 2015

Dear ................,

How are you? I am very well here and hope you are doing fine too.It has been a long time i haven't seen and heard anything from you.In recent days you have changed a  lot and i am sure that you have good reasons for that. Me too, my friend i got my reasons to move on now.

I am writing this to you as my final token of remembrance and i apologize if i have made any mistakes that has hurt you.In days you were gone i missed you a lot. We used to share, laugh, crack jokes, make fun of others, support each others backs, even fight for each other. I just want you to know that you were one of the best friend i had.And it is so unfortunate to say that this situation appeared between us.

However, I also want you to know that i waited patiently and tired to understand your complexities  and unknown issues developed in recent phase.But soon i realize your words were lies, you ignored me, you start hide and divert your path when you see me that has hurt me a lot. So I request you to block me from every possible connections that leads to me including facebook and other social networking sites so that it would be more easier for you.

Lastly , I would i like to mention that i am very grateful for your support, time and helps that you have done to me but now i expect nothing further from you. I am sure that one day i will stop by your door sooner or later to fulfill that promise i have made to you and i will make it happen anyway.

Till then sayonara.

Your Unwanted friend

REEYAZ

P.S :- All the words and characters in this letter are purely fictitious and if it resembles with anyone's real life it will be just a matter of coincidence.

The sprout of happiness gets germinated inside your heart, lighting your soul, flaring your eyes, and glowing your face with romantic emotions when you hear the magic words “I love you”. His warm arms around, cool swift breeze, fading and setting sunlight, and his hypnotic voice makes everything romantic. Heart becomes drunk with happiness and you wish this time never ends. Seems everything is going on right direction and you feel like you can live all your life in his warm embrace. And this love is the blissful ecstasy which always make you high. And heart screams in joy “Yes!!! You are my soulmate”. Such is the beauty of true love that drives your heart, an eternal power that inspires you to go through every obstacles, protects and defends every bit of sweet memories proving that you are in love madly.

However, is love always this romantic? Can you remember “when was the last time that your heart was broken into pieces?” Those broken promises, solemn loneliness, congestion of the heart with pain, falling down of your dream castles into pieces turn you into a numb creature. While all your dreams being slayed, a background music “Don’t you remember” by Adele gives a piercing blow into your heart for real and you can’t even easily describe it. More and more your shattered dreams turn into something nasty and bitter that you can’t even swallow.

So, why love cannot always be romantic? Why it has pain, hate, tears in its back pocket?  Why it turns us into a greedy, jealous creature who desires of having you solely? Is it love or something else that brings all the pain, greed, jealousness, and castle of desires?

Is it wrong to wish Love to be simple, pure without these desecrations? Sometimes it feels like when you are in love you start to raise the bar of expectations, a lot of expectations, and a lot of selfish desires that burdens up the weight of love and even slightest tremor quakes the whole foundation. Isn’t it possible to love someone without any expectations and greed? If we give love, warm embrace, support, inspiration and happiness without any expectation of return. May be it is just an abstract idea to think that love without greed, desires, expectations would make love simply pure and eternal.

Paralyzed with terror, hands cuffed with rope, tongue tasting dusty ground, boot over the spine and head at gunpoint,his muddy eyes hardly could see his wife helplessly screaming and being raped. He heard a BANG!!, tears rolled from his eyes whereas ground was wet with red.Another man came kicked his guts thrice, yet he could hardly feel the pain.These three abusers happily cherished evil moment as if they were god of terror.The kicker pulled his head, grabbing the hairs to his knees. Next man fired, bullet pierced his chest, he fell down to silence.

That BANG!! was not the end, dust clotted his blood, earth became his medicine,his land couldn't let him go.Three days later,his eyes opened to glance the dead bodies of his wife and son.Eyes were dry,no more tears left, he wanted to crawl towards them but his body was stiff,strength betrayed him. He was hapless, dreadful situation turned him into alive corpse.Six hours gone as corpse, finally he regained some strength, drawing all his remaining power he crawled towards blooded knife left-over  and cut loose the ropes. He cried faintly over his dead family but  there was no one in top of hill and forest  couldn't hear him either. Collecting all the drained power,grunting heavily in pain, he dragged his legs down the hill towards river. But his body was not merciful that day, he fell unconscious as soon he reached the village's gravelled road.

His eyes opened at daylight inside old hut with ragged roof having lot of holes through with light entered peacefully.An old lady gave him some food, treated his wounds but she said there was bullet still inside.Few days after he regained strength,he climbed back the hill dug the grave for his family to rest in evil soil. Fueled with vengeance,driven by his grief he joined the rebel troops to fight against the despotic terror of the landlord and his sons.He trained in rebel camps for few months and learn all the rebel war-fares.After being confident in using guns grenades & bombs, he silently left the camp with some guns and ammunition.

Taking the alternative route through the forest he reached the graveyard of his family by mid-day. Nature was at peace, birds chirping around, soft cool breeze, absolute solitude but his eyes flared with reprisal as if vengeance was inevitable. Faint sounds of screams, cries, struggles, tortures, evil laughs and gunfire haunted his ears and soul.He waited there till sunset, then he climbed below the hill,reached the dark corner in village road then set ambush.He too a high ground and waited like the hawk.Few hours later, a jeep arrived with those three drunken tyrants singing and shouting like whole world was theirs. BOOM!! large explosion, driver died at the steering, one fell off the jeep while other two were howling in pain,with blood inside jeep.The bullet swirled through the air and instantly killed the one outside.Few backfire of bullets they went empty.Now Death came towards them and dragged them up the hill to the graveyard while these two were helplessly begging for their lives.He cuffed  one with ropes and kicked thrice in gut with boots. then his chopped off the hands of rapist in grave of his family.He  shot the cuffed one in his head then pulled the rapist  in his knees  and shot the bullet through his heart.

The rebel fell down to knees,tears rolling in the cheeks, with his hand raised above he stared the sky.Nature was calm, silence was absolute, vengeance came to the end, he realized that his family will not be revived, they will not smile and be proud of him, peace has left him a long time ago and peace will never come back.

I am young, handsome,robust,athletic,intelligent & fast, SUPER-MOUSE in my clan. Due to my innate qualities, I am most celebrated in my friends circle. Therefore "I have three girlfriends heheheheh". Friends envy me but I wish to be as handsome as my grandpa in his young age.He said he used to have five girl friends. I am always fascinated by my grandpa's stories from 200-300 centuries before when life was very easy and fun to live for our ancestors.They ruled the land without any fear and there were no shortage of food.They just need to aware of hunters such as snake, hawk and others.I often laughed to my grandpa, these dull hunters can never catch an intelligent mouse like me, just some weak dull mice are preyed by them.But things are very hard and different now. Due to rapid increment in population of new race  "bipedal & large-headed Monsters" (Humans), our habitats are being severely destroyed.They have occupied most of our lands and natural foods.They are slightly more intelligent than us but most greedy species in the world.They capture all the foods and store them in secret places.And we all have to starve left with no choice to steal from them. "Don't we all species have equal rights to enjoy to food given by mother nature???'

Basically I hate winters.Everyday in winter after food is captured(harvesting), we have to loot food in night from the Monsters.And those filthy "bipedal & large-headed Monsters" always find a new way to kill us.Sometimes steel-trap,food-poison, even electric currents somewhere. But monsters" I know all your tricks hahaha" and I will not fall to your baits. My extreme sharp teeth can cut the way through woods,furniture,fabrics, wires, ropes and anything that comes on my way.Using my intelligence i will lead my clan towards the store and end my clan's starving. And soon I will be clan leader after retirement of my father.

Yesterday, I tried to break into monster's store (house).I climbed 20 feet wall, entered through a small hole in the rooftop.The store was bright as  if sun was there, even after sunset.How could that be possible??? I guess monsters know dark magic too.Being aware of the traps and baits, i climbed down the stairs the store was two floored with four big compartments in each floor.Among all compartments only one was slightly open.Quietly I moved there,and peep through the gap and saw one monster lying above big wooden furniture with four legs(bed).He was busy with bright rectangular light producing magical box (laptop). Contemplating the situation, i entered the compartment making swift fastest run towards the wooden furniture. To my nightmare he noticed me.How could he???I was faster than hawk.That monster made noise calling for others and i was terrified.I hid myself at the corner leg of the furniture.I peep through the slit,two monsters started searching me.One monster came below the furniture and started tapping here and there with long steel weapon(stick).I was frightened,he began to poke at the gap where i was hiding.Seeing the incoming,i ran out of that gap and hide behind the pile of old books.He whirled his stick and it hit my toe. Ouch! it hurts so much. However I managed to make a quick jump and hid myself behind a steel box while the monster was tapping here and there.I looked at another monster,he was still guarding his fabrics cotton wool (clothes) kept in big steel rectangular box (cupboard).Seeing an opening, with brave heart i ran with supersonic speed and directly reached my room.It was a narrow escape, nearly got killed by that monster.

That's why i am intelligent, super-fast, brave, than those monsters because i easily outran their dark magic tricks.Other three mice were clapping with sheer enjoyment praising the bravery of THE Super MOUSE.

{Background:- I and my bro were chasing the mouse that entered my room last night because these notorious mice had cut my internet cable three times.Anyways thanks to the mouse,i made topic out it. }

P.S:Its based on true story & if you don't believe ask to prime witness"BLESSING" LOL.

How we all feel about our mother? Most of us, excluding some exceptions become nostalgic when we think of our mother.Everyone thinks of their mom as sweet, loving, caring lady with a positive charm that keeps our heart warm all the time.Her warm & kind embrace, love & support has always created a positive inspirations throughout our life. That's why the word "mother" has been always special to human kind and as a good being we respect, love and keep them alive inside our memories till we remain in the world.

Recently, I had to travel back to my village for some urgent works that needed to be settled quickly.So i got my bus ticket and left for my village.After few hours of travel the bus stopped in a road side hotel for lunch.All the passengers went to the hotel for lunch. As soon as I finished my lunch, I immediately got back to my seat because I was in rush mood.While staring out of the window from the seat, I saw a small kid nearly 5-6 years of age playing in the mud & dirt by the road side. Seeing his rugged shirt and torn pants I guessed he was from poor background.Soon his mother saw him and he got some scolding and beating from her.The boy started crying by banging his legs on ground,while his mother went back to work nearby.

Meanwhile, our bus driver started the engine and blew horn to call all the passengers.While all the passengers were coming, I noticed a wealthy lady came to seat just in-front of me.She shouted at her tentatively 10- 11 year old kid to hurry, who was buying something at street-food cart nearby.He came in happily with food in hand to bus in his seat.Whereas, his mother was annoyed because of the son and yelled at him saying why did he buy such unhygienic food from dirty cart.She snatched the food and threw it out of window. Coincidentally, it reached to the previous lady who was working nearby. The bus was moving slowly, as I turned back to see I saw the poor mother picked up the food, cleaned with her shawl, and gave it to her crying child on the floor.The kid was very happy and jumping with food in hand, while his mother had faint smile on her face.And in the bus the kid was sad with teary eyes while his mother was staring at him with annoyed face.

Seeing this incident lot of "Whys?" came to mind and I was speechless there.

To all Mothers: Mothers will always be mothers, no matter how hard or easy the situation is with their never-ending love.

P.S : Experts & friends correct me.I would be more happy.

Cold December morning & late night sleep, I hardly woke up today and sun was already up in sky. Lazily, I got out of the bed, brushed and finished my daily routine; still was I was not fresh. It seemed like another boring day as if stuck in late night party hangover. With dull mood I stalked over EC blogs, main chat room and face book, soon I felt myself grouchy. I closed my laptop, with newspaper in my hand I climbed the stairs to rooftop to have sunbathe. Carelessly, I lay down in mat over there and started reading newspaper.It was a warm day, cool soft breeze over my face but abrupt sound of airplane above me in sky distracted my relaxing mood.So, I plugged in my earphone and selected the melody playlist in my phone and continued reading the article.

There was a nice, clean, white swift tram,few silent passengers having white outfits inside & moving in slow speed. Environment was so amazing with bright spring sunlight, over the fluffy white trees, white grasses, everything of this city was made of white soft materials that gave kind, warm & cool feeling inside. Every passenger inside including me were amazed with the wonderful situation around.As the tram moved further,we see kids were playing by side of track, hitting with fluffy balls made of white clouds & running here and there.Noticing the fluffy balls, I looked below and there was no track on which tram was running. I could see the white clouds all over the track and it felt like i was seeing below from a airplane above the cloud.I was astonished thinking "how could it be possible?" A tram above cloud.

The tram stopped at its first station to board passengers. Few new people came inside the tram & to my delight there was a lady with white t-shirt & jeans. Her white hairs, perfectly slim structure, cute face-cut & blue eyes certainly attracted me. As I gazed into her eyes she looked absolutely divine with exotic sweet smile.With eye gestures i informally invited her to take a seat near me and luckily she took the seat right beside me.My heart was pounding fast and I was eager to talk with her.As I turned towards her to say hi!, her cellphone rang. she took out the cell phone from her jeans and from an angle I saw @VICKEY@ calling. To my surprise her ringtone was same as mine and the name VICKEY was written exactly same way as i saved my cousin's name in contact list.Quickly I checked my cellphone and i was too vibrating in my hand with @VICKEY@ calling, while my head was over the squeezed and torn newspaper.And I was amused thinking of this astonishing reverie.

In the first cold night of first day of December, sitting in my bed with legs inside blanket and laptop in my lap singing the melodies in media player, inspired from my EC sissy to write a meaningful blog I began to think about the topic of my first blog. Gazing on the chats prompting in EC main chat room i plunged in to the data base of my memories to search a interesting topic for myself to start writing.

Having few thoughts in my mind, I started to write few lines soon i found my self in dead end. My gosh ! it was so hard topic. So changing topic again i begin to write again.As soon as i finished my first line,my mind went blank , as if there were shortage of words and hands could not type the complete sentence. I was determined to write and pushed myself to write,but still result was the same. 

With a big sigh,I realize how hard  it was to write a blog, completely compose an imagination or own feeling  with appropriate nouns, verbs and adjectives to give interesting complexion of words and ideas to express your inner self.After this i realized what it takes to compose a good blog on yourself.

But finally, pulling out all my nerves, I forced myself to write what feelings were going in my head and transformed them into the English words to take a leap of faith in English writing and its improvement.

DEDICATED TO ALL WHO ARE WRITING ENGLISH BLOG HERE:-  Salute you all.