Haippy New Year Yo!

Btw, that’s Karishma Manandhar. She used to be a very popular actress in Nepali movies. Happy New Year to you all, all those lucky ones who came to this blog!

Paths of Glory

Yes, we get these CDs and VCDs for just Rs. 15 each on the streets of New-road, Basantapur, Ratnapark and Mahabaudha of Kathmandu city.

Aren’t we lucky?

It’s funny how Nepali music (and film) companies are always making a huge fuss about piracy and how piracy kills music, artist and the industry. They never raise any voice for these albums of unfortunate Indian musicians on the pavements.

Petrol ko Ha-ha-kaar

I can not avoid it. I can not have it any other way. I have no petrol in my bike – there is no option but get up early in the morning, I mean really early around 4 AM. Run and make it to the petrol station, hope that other people be sleeping (trick lagako!), and then park the motor bike on the queue.

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Unfortunately, this particular morning, others were smarter. Even though I dash quite early out from my house, when I eventually reach the petrol station (near Lagenkhel, Patan), there is already over 150 freaking motor bikes queued in front of me.

Satyanaash!

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I go prepared, wokay? Heroo bhayera, take out my mp3 player. Tyme pass.

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7.00 AM and the line starts to slog forward. I push my bike a couple of meters every 3 or 4 minutes. Helpless me, helpless us. It is a long, very long line of hungry bikes, snaking back to over one kilometers. Poor ones on the back. It was as far and long as my eyes could trace until the line vanished on a turning. Bichara haru!!

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It’s almost 8.30. No breakfast. Very hungry now. A couple of burps – stomach fill with air. I guess. Very bad, mom says. No way can I leave my bike on the queue and go hunt for food. Who is going to push my bike in front for me?

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9.00 AM. Yes. I can see the pump now. Very happy.

Dai, how many liters they are giving?
Rs. 300 worth, bhai.
Damn dai, just Rs. 300 worth. All this for Rs. 300 worth of petrol. Hyaaa.. thukhaa…
Motorcycle agadi badhau, bhai.

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An entire morning, a waste and all I get is around 4.5 liters of petrol for my bike. Hopefully enough for two weeks, umm.. no perhaps.

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Lament of the Ancient Ballot Box

Lament of the Ancient Ballot Box

Wokay, we Nepali people have been cheated twice by this Constituent Assembly Elections. There’s good news though. As of December 24, 2007, the interim government has approved the seven parties’ 23 point agreement. And yes, they say they are going to hold the Constituent Assembly Elections by the mid April of 2008.

During all these political deadlock and complete bullshit farce we saw in a year or so, the Election Commission must have felt really sick and tired. So what does the EC do? It gives away almost 200 ballot boxes to the Garbage Collection unit of Kathmandu. May be a right decisive move to let the burden of poor, rusty “maya-lagdo” ballot boxes.

Some 20 of those ballot boxes are kept on various spots of the Basantapur Durbar Square of Kathmandu so that people can throw rubbish on them.. spit on them.. kick them and dump the frustration.. curse the politicians and vent out the absolute helplessness of being a Nepali citizen. Yehi boxa ma hoina hamle vote halnu parney, thok yeshlai!

Meanwhile, the boxes have found the meaning of their existence, a purpose.

(The title of this write up was inspired by Iron Maiden’s Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner)

Samba in Kathmandu

Samba in Kathmandu

It seems the office of Kathmandu Metropolitan City can not control these types of “colorful” boards. Or may be they just don’t want to becaue these types of boards are a nice way of income for the KMC.

The traffice police office should then start thinking about making boards bigger than those of restaurants and dance bars, if they are really serious about their “road safety, no accident” message to get through to people.

Revolution, Sacrifice, Tolerance

Even though, the Ramayan and the Mahabharat (or whatever) have proven to be fatal anti-social bombs dropped on our crawling eastern civilization, however, there are several valueable points and lessons stuffed in both of them. Let’s not talk about how the Ramayan has taught our society about Class/Division/Race, how the Mahabharat illustrates the hilarious female-state of being a single wife of 5 guys (superhuman beings). Subtly, which connotes the female repression and male domination existing in the society when these epics=nonsense shits were written (and unfortunately, this exists still today strong as ever).

It is a monster

Where’s the reflection? Where’s the communication? Instead of reflecting true bits of information to the general people, the media-regime suck all the information and filter out the remaining through their fake-patriotic funnels. The proper work of the media should be just like that of the moon. The moon has no light of it’s own but rather borrows from the sun and reflects the light to the earth. Unfortunately, the media system here is a big black hole which sucks everything and throws out remaining particle of the information it has engulfed.

Say NO to Track-Singers

This is an aggressive anti-track-singers campaign to defame and belittle the very existence of these social insects that are solely responsible for degrading the music field and polluting the innocent mass of listeners/audiences with their attitude “See I am total crap but you still like me.”

Let us all, musicians and non-musicians, avid fans of the scene who want to see a conscious development and evolution in the music field, let us all BOYCOTT the Track-Singers. Just like drugs, poverty and illiteracy that mangle our society, these track-singers are vicious pests which abrupt the growth of quality music, soul and freedom. Boycott Track-Singers. Boycott Track-Singers. Boycott Track-Singers.

Dad abuses Sons’ Rights

I have heard one guy of Thamel, Kathmandu named two of his sons as “Business” and “Finance”. That was pretty weird.
Not that this one is not weird!

According to “Naya Patrika” a person from Nuwakot has given a 40 letter (in Nepali script) name to his son.

“35 year old Dharmendra Dangol has chosen some of his favourite Nepali words and mixed them with some world famous personalities and named his elder son:

Babu-supreme-hemanta-basanta-riyo-taro-hasi-moto-butros-butros-baagatu-jigney-
signey-wang-chung-jaldabir”

People are looking for shorter, cuter names – meaningful names while Mr. Dangol is in a different world. He should be thinking about the problems his son is going to face in schools or applying for citizenship or if he becomes famous, just imagine how he is going to give autographs to girls.

Teacher: Hey, what’s your name?
Son: My name is Babu-supreme-mero-bau-le-kina-yetti-lamo-naam-rakhi-deko-hola-muji-jasto-bau Dangol.
Teacher: A what?
Son: My name is Babu-supreme-kina-bekkar-ma-mero-tauko-khai-rako-hola-yo-teacher-le-muji-jasto-bau-ko-karan-le Dangol.
Teacher: Ok good. Nice name.

Mr. Dangol didn’t spare his second son either. He named his second son –

Jafat-singh-jafat-lal-natwar-singh-natwar-man Dangol.

Interestingly, dad Dangol showed some ounce of mercy to his daughter and named her just “Pragya”.

Dad needs a little spanking.

Nepali Film Posters I

This is one of my favourite activities – taking pics of Nepali film posters where ever I spot them. I am planning to do a “case study” on Nepali film posters someday, but I am always planning. By the way, I just want to add – Rajesh Hamal, as an actor, completely sucks!

I don’t know what kind of movie this is, but seems like it’s made for/by the girls working in “dance restaurants”.

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With a name like “Paleydai” (or A Gatekeeper) and Mr. RH playing on it, the producers/directors must have dreamt a “Super Hit”.

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This Nikhil dude can sure do stunts, but his acting supersucks! RH is yellow and Dilip is red and Kartbya is shitty.

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I bet that guy can’t even play a single song on guitar. The one with 50% Discount, Computer, Language, TOEFL/IELTS, Australia is a better proposition I guess.