Chronicles of Kathmandu
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“So what’s Nepal like?”, “It’s
quite amazing actually the mountains the fresh air, something else”. This was
my answer about 4 months ago something
about being away from your motherland that makes you block all of its said
inadequacies and you are immersed in it’s said beauty and culture like the
tourist trying to “experience the culture in Nepaulll”. As I am now back to
this land I call home it is getting harder to find that “fresh air” or that “something else”, to be honest the only thing
that is “something else” is perhaps the resilience of Nepali people. We are as
I have realized a strong bunch of conformist assholes that seem to sway where
ever the wind blows or in this case the dust.
The chronicle of MY Kathmandu are just a collection of short
stories to entertain you during your commutes, tedious office work or annoying
relatives while discussing how resilient Nepali people are, you ready?
Story goes…
As I stand unhappy dissatisfied
with the quality of my newly purchased mask yes I lost my old one yet again, I
remember the older days where the “wind
never bothered me anyway” but having to bare the wind storms, the nasty
smells and the little granules that think my eyes are the oasis and decide to
jump in, I cannot help but sit still and take it all in.
TEMPO AND HYAKTHU
This brings me back to a hot and heavy (nope not that kind you pervert) tempo ride where I was crammed in between a man who could not hear his “hello, from the other side” and a woman who clearly discovered that there was a pot of gold in her right nostrils. Then a very well-endowed lady or that’s how she looked like got in, flipping through her phone 6 s and adorning her Gucci shades she took her place. Re tracking my mind back to reality I took to my phone shuffled on my tempo jams and carried on… but right there as my tempo made a screeching turn I was caught with surprise first came thHyak and then Thu and man that gruesome noise rang in my ears. The woman obviously would have died if she hand not spit or that was what I would like to believe. The woman who obviously spat out her guts went back to her expensive while I gave her the all too knowing “How disgusting of you look” , but she didn’t care. Not at all. Because let us be honest Nepal is not about beauty in to out but more of beauty and hyakthu out ! Or perhaps we all produce viles amount of saliva that if not spat out of tempos onto the streets will kill us instantly? That should be it…
WHY SO RESILIENT ?
Every day I decide my avatar every day I wake determined to not be mugged by the taxi drivers, that I get
my money’s worth, that I am treated fairly and as I yet again dodge a pot hole
compose myself and not jump in at every
sawari and say “stop! I deserve this
road as much as you do, so let’s share?” But then most of these thoughts
are always almost on my mind and rarely make the escape from my mouth, after
all we all live in days where it is fairly
ehhhhh… how much can a person struggle to get from point A to Point B? Should I
just not care? As I see pompous cars parading on while the rest of us are stuck
in our overcrowded public commute. Most days I care, very much but I try not
to. Because it is easier that way.
Although, the concept of having to stand stagnant and act like the world stops
just because someone “important” need to go to club Himalaya is lost on me. I choose
on the daily to just sit and wait and watch.
Nepal my home, my solace my hypocritical land….Nepal is where you will follow the
latest trends dresses, hand phones and drink from a tin can of something
foreign but it is also the land where you will throw the very tin can out of
the tempo and onto the streets. Nepal is spitting right in front of the shop
you own and walking past other dirt and complaining that yet again our country
has failed us. Although there is no doubt about the fact the government and their
very many sawaris have failed us incredibly, Nepal is the land where blame
comes in many forms but never to one’s self, only other people and mechanism
destroy Nepal right? We did nothing, we did nothing. But is that the problem that we
did nothing and do nothing on the daily?
These stories go left and right
front and center and sometimes it’s their ignorance that is at fault and other
times it is our resilience. We may never change our ignorance but we could change
our resilience can we not? Let’s us stop the hyakthu and make people realize it
does not kill if you do not spit on the roads you walk on the daily.
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