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Today, the last day of spring break, the table clears up finally.

Table clean for the day/hour/week

Table clean for the day/hour/week

On the fifth of my mind deciding to clean the mess did the message finally reach my feet that carried me to this room and my hands did the work.

It took 33 minutes in total. The first 18 minutes, was my warming up time, when I browsed the internet in search of some tips in vain. Then finally, I got into serious work and hola, I completed the job in 15 minutes.

I had surpassed by own expectation and goal of clearing the paper on the table to sorting out books and notes as well in the other two tables as well. Now its such a pleasure to the eyes, and perhaps my time later this week as do my other work. It feels GOOD.



Life of Pie

Second movie in a week at a hall. This is a record for me because though a movie watcher I am not much of a hall-visitor. “Life of Pie” was worth the trouble.

Pie and a tiger are the only survivors of a huge ship wreck in the Pacific. Though from its title it might seem like the movie is about the entire life of a person called Pie, well, it does not cover that long a period of time except on how he manages to not be eaten by the tiger and live. But perhaps it makes sense when we look at the event as that which changed Pie’s life forever.

Somewhere in the movie Pie says that should it always mean something? Maybe maybe not. So is the movie’s message. I do not find any lesson from the movie except this, and for the first time I’m satisfied by it.

December 19, 2012

Fright Nite

“When something strange in the neighbourhood…” while watching a horror movie.

So I call up Party Crasher, my best friend, with an adventurous proposal. Her reply “Are you calling me in my dream, are we really going to watch it on a night show – The Conjuring, a horror movie?” It isn’t surprising to hear these words from somebody who has just picked up the phone in the middle of her Saturday afternoon nap, after an eventful night. But she said “yes”. There goes the wild spirit, always ready for an adventure and mostly crazy stuffs.

And believe me we just had a wonderful evening. We had never before laughed and screamed the loudest as much as we did watching this horror movie tonight.

The first quarter of the movie was just about anticipation of poltergeist activities. A group of guys seated right behind us were making commenting so much that we thought they would not let us get the thrill out of the movie. Anyways, it wasn’t just them that made the experience unique. The first scary scene and the whole hall burst out with laughter. But probably those were nervous laughter. As one of the guys behind us rightly remarked later on “Those who are laughing are just doing so to cover their fear. They are the most nervous.”

We laughed along. Then came the real story, there weren’t many stereotypical horror movie scenes. But it was quality over quantity. Laughter died, hall fell silent, probably others too were biting their nails like we were. We screamed shamelessly, as if we were the movie characters (we being the whole hall).  Then, laughter followed (this time we were laughing at ourselves, amazed by our capacity to scream.)

The scariest scene! Well, I opened my mouth the loudest, closed my eyes the tightest, and Party crasher, did the same, except, kept her eyes open and shut her ears the tightest. As movie progressed, so did our anxiety level. Party crasher started not only opening her mouth wider, screaming harder but also covered her face with her hands, and I, my eyes. But again, we laughed after that. Anyways, we caught up on scary scenes from each other during the interval.

“So what happened after that old lady is seen?”

“Oh she jumps at the girls”.

Later, we realized, the people behind us were equally into the movie. They too were shouting like hell. And yes, there was a scene where we didn’t shriek out but the macho guys did. It was just a bird flying by – but of course, in the horror movie e-style.

Well, the couple to our left were having a good time, the scary scenes making it only better. The girl was literally clinging to the guy and the more the frightening the movie became, the more tight their grip and the more the inclination of her body towards his seat. It was as if two bodies in one seat.

Must say, the movie was scary enough for a guy to forget his helmet and just ignore ‘us’ shouting and waving at him like crazy with the helmet.

Coming back

It was raining heavily. Almost 10:30 and there were a lot of cars, bikes and people coming out of the hall with us. But that didn’t stop the movie hangover. On our way back at Jamal, I saw an old man in a wheel chair under the overhead bridge, staring at nothing.  But Party Crasher didn’t see him. (Jamal is supposed to be one of the oldest places of the city, and rumor has it that there are a lot of spirits around that area). We didn’t have time to discuss it then. We both shrieked out after getting showered by a splash of water from nowhere soon after – to me it seemed like the bridge, and to Crasher it seemed like from a tree. We don’t discuss it anymore. Anyways, the splash was enough to make us scream as we drove on the main road.

Then, a weird scene again – a lady in black in front of Dudh Sagar.  This time, both of us saw that woman. Black top, black pant, black bag, even dark black gazal – she was black from crown to the cuticle. She was all alone standing there, staring at us (we felt it intense, could be our imagination). Anyways, it is not normal to see a young lady, standing on the road, comfortable as if on a broad day light and waiting for somebody or something and that too at such an odd hour for Kathmandu on a rainy night in such a creepy get up.

Before we reached our house, we had to pass by a jungle notorious for its haunting. Well, we talked about it as we passed it, but nothing scary happened.

And, as we waited for the door to be opened by my brother, I saw a strange light on the water which was weird in a dark night. But it happened to be the reflection of a street lamp. I saw it later.  Anyways, Crasher is still shaken. Shaken enough to not to go to the toilet for she finds the mysterious fluttering of the curtain in the bathroom horror-ry.

At the moment, my worst imagination is having a third hand scratching the itchy part of my back.

It’s almost midnight and we are still awake. Crasher has to go to the toilet and so here we stop. I have to usher her to the bathroom. I’m sure she will do the same for me.


P.s: We were accompanied by our macho guy friend who we didn’t hear screaming during the movie. He also felt the show scary rey.


Why I don’t dress what I like sometimes:

Kurta – can’t wear sports shoes/converse with them

Skirts – get blown when riding scooter

My favorite orange T shirt – can’t carry my back pack with it 

White Shirts –tubewell water makes it look  purano old after 1 wash  (with water scarcity in Ktm, there’s no way you can afford to refrain frm the overly iron filled tubewell-water)

My favorite Kurti haroo – I have outgrown them – they either don’t fit or are uncomfortably tight

Why I don’t always buy what I want: I’m still under the illusion that I will get slimmer someday SOON.  😀

Firangi Friends

Frogs in Kathmandu are generally almost green, likewise they have days tinged with “greeness” too. Friends going in and out of valley, and country with their stories, are fascinating and despite greenness I enjoy being ‘the frog”  hearing them make plans, seeing them off at airport/ calling them to say “safe journey”, receiving their emails from the places they have been to, and when they return, being there at the airport/receiving their calls, listening to their adventures, seeing their photos, and I’m fine receiving gifts as well – memento of times in places I’ve not been but of which I am a part, in a different way. There is an entire dimension to being on the other side of  the “traveler”.

Dashain is especially one of those seasons flooded with greenness.  Weather is mild and perfect with holidays.  Right now is just the time for both international and national tourism in my friends circle.

A friend has returned from a fantastic vacation in Rome, Italy. Eagerly I sit down to listen to the adventures – the walks, the places, and everything to the minutest of detail and am ruddy as my gift lands in my hand. 😉 Ok, maybe excitment or choice, he so happened to click lots of photos but with only one of him in it.

Another friend is back from a visit to  a place that is 45 minute away from Columbo, Sri Lanka. She spent 2 days there, and half a day transit in India, but has more photos of India than former.  She particularly liked the beach(below) and politeness seems to be her favorite things about Sri Lanka (though it was just a short visit).


She  had a tone-change shock when she reached India. People in India had a different tone and not as polite and sweet as that in Sri Lanka! But tone wasn’t the difference she found between the two countries. Road rage too. While Sri Lanka had such traffic that a snail could over take cars, Indian road speed made her think of KTM driver’s as safer. Well, India did give her the adrenaline rush. A tempo driver has a huge role here. He was a well built guy, like the villains you see in movies  and was smoking as he drove. When requested not to do so, he did throw it away but was in such fervor that after that he sped like anything, overtaking car, truck, bus – anything on the road, with of course occasionally nearly hitting cars. When they reached hotel, his final stunt was to halt the tempo with a final screech, as if to prevent from almost banging into a car.


Anyways, back to Sri Lanka. As always, an almost Partee Crasher, she and her team intruded in a stranger’s wedding, managed to click photos with the bride and groom (above), band baja barat (below) and who not! Quite an official tour eh, that too from a person who PROUDLY claimed to be a professional when hotel personnel (observing her jeans and T-shirt) had asked her if she were  a student.


Apart from the tempo incident, while in her half day transit in India, she and her team were in a dilemma to choose between Chor bazaar and a mall, and they chose the latter. It was too mahango re. No wonder, she didn’t buy anything, and has loads of photos of the mall instead.

Aba, the climax is the story of she flying back home, seated in a three-seat row, with a couple next to her for 3 and half hours. That’s not it. The couple so happen to be the extra super-glued ones, hopelessly in love; shamelessly, noisily making out every five minutes. Ahem! What would one do? She put her head phones, watched a movie and forcefully managed to make herself fall asleep.

Aba national tour ko baare:

Last Wednesday: I sit down in a café listen to my friend tell stories of how she trekked in Mutang last year. The water fall, the caves, the terrain, the wind, the sand, the bus and the insecurity of finding any place at night  – for a minute the images dance in front of my eyes, it almost feels like I’m there, and I smile.

Another friend sits by her side, listens to her intently and looks at the map carefully. She and other friends of mine are going to the same place this Dashain for trekking. Another friend from the same team says, the place will change much rapidly than we imagine – “Road is already there, it won’t be the same anymore soon.”

I open my facebook this afternoon and I see newsfeed filled with photos my facebook friends who are at, or were recently at.  I see photos of a group of friends who recently went on a hike around KTM, and there’s another’s status updating where he has reached. Apparently, he’s trekking now.

But frogs too have their wish-list. This one’s starts with Rara lake (pic below), Mugu, Nepal.