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I'm not here for your entertainment
No no no
You don't really want to mess with me tonight
Just stop and take a second
Just take a second
I was fine before you walked into my life
Cause you know it's over
Before it began
Keep your drink just give me the money
It's just you and your hand tonight
Yeah oh

Naya Nepali and the other men's attitude to women is really something else. First of all, this is the reason that there are only a few girls here. There are a lot more boys. And second of all, the way you men act here, how are we supposed to feel welcome and respected in sajha?

As if it is not bad enough in Nepal already, I would think that once you have travelled a little bit that your views would be a little enlightened. But no. It is the same old, same old. When will you all grow up and see that women are more than just something for your entertainment? We are not just something to throw your lola at during Holi, ok?

Nas,

Yooo hooo. Hellooo? Where are you sweetheart? Oh dear Alpha-male. Oh beater of women. Oh humiliator of dancing girls. Under whose skirt have you gone to hide now?

As Nas's daddy browbeats his son into submission, his boka sathis are in a dharma sankat. Should they continue to be loyal to this fallen leader of theirs or should they do the right thing and act in the name of dharma? Swallowing their dry saliva they can't decide what to do untill Nas, grits his teeth at them and brow beats them as if saying, "Damn it, do something, don't just stand their like a bunch of brainless hippies." And then suddenly the bokas out of nowhere they find their voice. They start to bleat like little lambs. They wave their hands up and down jumping and yelling trying to catch Nas's daddies attention.

One of them points out of the window and yells, "Look a bomb just went off, I think it was the Maoists."

Another says, "Nas's daddy, you owe me money, remember? Umm...yeah you owe me Rs 500. please give it to me right now. My mother is dying of cancer."

Yet another, fakes a heart attack and rolls on the ground gasping and wheezing untill he turns blue in the face.

Nas,

I'm missing you sweety. How can you leave me like this? Sniff sniff. Sob sob. Come back come back where ever you are.

Nas's father turns his gaze from his son to the other bokas rolling around the ground, screaming, bouncing, and hitting themselves in the face. But one of them, the second in command in the group, sees that all this is not working. After getting a nod and a pursed lip from Nas, who at this point is white in the face and his hands look yellow, drained of blood, the commander steps up with his hands raised, smiling, with his head slightly tilted to the right.

"Uncle...c'mon uncle. This is your only son Uncle. If he doesn't spend your money, who will?"

"Teen dharke kalo thago (thread) changa chayyyyt"

(look up guys, the thread is about to end.)

As the Terminator said, "I'll be back"

You are not men. You are all cowards. All you put togethor could not fight one weak, defenceless, girl. *Shaking my head*

I would spit in front of your feet. But you don't deserve even that much.

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The above story is dedicated to the alpha-male and ruler of sajha, my future husband, Nas. With much love, smiles and all,

Rasika Kancchi