It has been ages since I last mumbled. Every time I jot down something to write, my mind just does not register anything. My morale is like that stock price nowadays. Everyday, it is 52 weeks low. No news is good news and nobody is happy back home except for our PM doing photo session with one of these Spicy Girls. I guess life is finally coming back to him. However, I knew I had to keep my spirits high so I just finished celebrating my 5th set of birthday yesterday. I still have my passport birthday in December and then I am done for this year.
Tell me who could be a perfect example for a con artist than I am ?

And, it seems like I am the only one who has nothing to do except for watching everybody doing politics back home and that too with real agenda. Some want to uproot their long gone clan, some want to make their own pride-land by taking oath in Hindi. Let me tell you frankly, Folks! you do not have to impress your master by taking oath in Hindi. Nobody speaks Hindi in India anymore. Even Lalu stared speaking English lately. So, why bother? Anyway, let these bastards fight for their so called rights while I make my lovely Facebook a real pastime. No wonder I feel like this is the only way I can hug people without having to see them physically. Interestingly, I not only get to see my long lost friends but also get to compare who has gained the most wt amongst all of us. Seriously, I was so mesmerized to see the changes. Bhuttey wears thick nerdy glass, Jagaltey became bald and Luri looks little overweight now. I was like damn!! where are those guys? Talking about my friendship, I also met this super liberal Paki friend of mine in FB but he would not respond to me no matter how hard I tried. He may have seen the picture of this pork guy enjoying BBQ ribs or May be my conversation is simply not halal enough for him. I do not know.

I know I am crazy but the whole world is not less crazier too.. Nobody watches movies without guns and battle. Sad but true but good things do not sell these days. Romeo and Juliet.....those were yester yrs and do not carry any value whatsoever..may be for the video gamers, who knows!!. Yeah! it is time to shoot Lennon again and show our X-generation our history flourishing with the gadgets. "Want to see you guys get punked while your guitar gently weeps on your English arse", exclaimed this 16 year old lad who was busy playing the recently released Beatles game. RIP music. 80% of news is crime frenzy. 'People are gathering for peace walk'..this not so important news often comes after weather report while murder, stabbing and Kidnapping becomes the breaking news. Flood in Turkey...87 dead so far... and it would update every two minutes just to give us heads up on 100 more official deaths which is vociferously followed by high tempo techno music. . ...While people are dying, I would have rather liked the soft Viola than that freaking Electronic drum beat. "That could be me because I walk my dog here everyday", grumbled this 27 yr. old self-centered buxom Blondie when asked about how she thought about today's
stabbing. Common!!!!..where is the compassion for the dead guy?

No surprise, religious practices are becoming result oriented too. Church goers are dead and stock brokers are the new church goers. "Let me deal with you guys after Ramadan", vowed this Muzzahiddin while praying. Even I feel the fullest in multitasking when I go to nearby temple for free food during my lunch break. And I feel proud .. dhoop balyo, chanchoon chadhayo, Namaste garyo"...done deal hun!! I did my part, rest is yours bhanni dewuta sanga pani.......Everyday, I am being confused and construed for totally opposite things.....This pleasantly plump Jennifer is talking about her upcoming relation with this status unknown guy and I am already thinking of GRINNN card. And when this fellow from Myagdi who is simply here in visitor visa just to tour around the vicinity talks about hardship backhome, I see him taking class for his citizenship test. "Dad! I met Wish Wozzit from India in my class today", my 4 yr. old who often has hard time rolling her tongue had once told me last week. I was confused who the heck she was referring to but luck is gradually shifting in my side and I am seeing things more clearly. Jira once Jerry is now finally visualizing that Biswajit making the mockery out of myself ten yrs from now.

 What a great piece! Your rare appearances might tease some of the long lost writers.

Thanks for sharing.

-Grace

for a time being i felt like i was reading a novel....good one...!

Jira is back!!

Our PM rocks! Even Indian newspaper covered his photo session who didn't even acknowledge his official visit last month. :)

Enjoyed your piece thoroughly.

thanks guys.

Talking about my friendship, I also met this super liberal Paki friend of mine in FB but he would not respond to me no matter how hard I tried. He may have seen the picture of this pork guy enjoying BBQ ribs or May be my conversation is simply not halal enough for him. I do not know.

Dude , the bolded part was hillarious. Good job

Enjoyed it.

Folks! you do not have to impress your master by taking oath in Hindi.
Nobody speaks Hindi in India anymore. Even Lalu stared speaking English
lately. So, why bother?

Thanks guys for the comment

यो काम नभा बेला एक चोटी धकेल्दिम भनेर नि !

i read it again and enjoyed as much i did before.....brilliant!

जिरादाई,

यी अहिले मक्किन थालेका हड्डी कस्सिन लागेको बेलाको कुरा हो, ट्याम यस्तै दशैको थ्यो । एउटा साथी र म त्यो धुम्बराही मन्दीर अगाडी बाट यसो घुमेर रिङ्गरोड पुगीने बाटोमा थिएम । त्यहाँ एउटा साथीको घर थ्यो । उस्काँ पुगेर बोलाको रिङ्गरोड मिस्सिने बेलाको ढिस्कोमा बस्दै गर भन्यो । लौ त भनेर त्यसै गरीयो । एकै छिनमा आयो साथी पोको बोकेर । पोकोमा मासु चिउरा अनि खल्पी ल्याएछ । खल्पी सम्झिदै मुख रसाईसक्यो यती बेला पनि । अनि त्यो मासु चिउरा खाँदै रसिलो खल्पी टोक्दा जस्तो मजा आको थ्यो यो बिश्वजितको कुरा पढदा नी त्यस्तै त्यस्तै मजा पो आउन खोज्यो त ।

उ बेलाको सिफलाँ बारै महिना तिहार जस्तो थ्यो हाम्लाई --झ्याल, कौसी, चोक, बाटो जतततै झिलीमिली - दिउँसै पनि । अचेल के कस्तो होला कुन्नी । हँ जीरादाई ?

thanks Nakkaliketi!!

deep prabho!

बरु एक हात प्रभु त्यों बांगे लाई नि बोलार ब्यान चार बजे तिर मित्रपार्कको ओरालो हुँदै ग्वुइस्वोरी जाम न लाट्ठी र टर्च बोकेर ... नौरथा को बेला..आम्छन कि त दर्शन गर्न!! अन्यारो मा अनवार नि नाचिनिनी..झिसमिसे मा देबी को दर्शन गर्दा सखारे आका रछन केटाहरु भक्ति गर्न भन्नी जस्तो नी देखिनी !! 

बरु एक ताका त्यों प्रभु धोबिखोला को पुलबाट आएर देब्रे लाग्दै टंगालतिर जांदा माथी को उकालोमा पीपला रूख थ्यो नी. अनी अली पर त्यों शिव्दैले गीत गाको बाटोतिर हगी घच्ची लंगूरबुर्जा हान्थे रूख मुनि ..आफुले हेर्दा हेर्दै दन्तेकथा जस्तो हूनी~ पिर्थीबी नारान भन्नी नी थेनन कि भन्या जस्तो लाग्नी त्यै भेर होला

 

 फेरी पनि पुरानो लेख लाइ माथि धकेल्देको मैले नि........कस्तो घच्चीको लेख्न जान्या ....


त्यो सबुदानी बुट्टा भाका मुइया पढ्ने बिद्यालय बाट अगाडी लाग्दा सानोगौचरणकै ढोका को नगिच एउटा ठूलो पिपल बोट र पिपल बोट मुनि शिवजी थे नि तिनलाई त बाउरामले उचालेर परतिर फ़ल्देछन बाटा बढाउने झोंकमा ..... तेही सिबजी कै छेउमा कत्ति गुच्चा जितियाथ्यो कस्तो रमाइलो लाग्याथ्यो गाँठे तिबेला ....हजुरको र दिप दाइ को लेख पढ्न पाम्दा तेसतई मन हर्षित हुन्छ ....... अब त पढ्न नपा-र  हर्हर् भैसक्यो ......

- थाहा छैन (थाने)