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