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jira July 14, 2011
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Senseless, hopeless and what not!!.. these are few suitable accolades which can be genuinely attributed to me lately. All these yrs, my protruding belly had not been stopping me taking the joyride in the elevator but lately I began taking stairs because I simply can not afford to change my garments from scratch every time I leave home. I am helpless there if that nice aroma of Tilda Basmati triggers so many raised eyebrows. Call me a moron but please do not think I am just a dumb not to notice that silent yet vigorous rudeness because it gets highly magnified within that close proximity. Like Mr. Trump, the presidential hopeless for 2012, I quit almost everything I tried. I tried that rolling ‘R’ to spell few easy Spanish words but I was far less competent than my fellow Latinas. My days long sermon for ‘G’ and ‘Z’ to my fellow newbies was nothing but a nuisance. Thanks to my heavy Grokhey accent, I failed miserably when I had to talk to this telemarketer infront of my Yankee brothers. Basically, I got caught red handed. Yeah, I still remember that chaos. But, this is nothing compared to Mr. Terminator’s recent trouble with that ketchup lady who could not do the nice Burger job in compared to that voluptuous Mexican Avocado. Anyway, I easily get blushed with this little boo boo while Mr. Hasta la Vista still keeps his posture intact with his smooth talk, the talks of giving that relation a unique level of transformation before divorce. I sometimes wonder what that transformation is. BTW, does he tweet? Everybody tweets now. I do. Even Pope just started tweeting few weeks ago. One thing I can tell you for sure it is not a bird thingy anymore. If you tweet, you are the man and if you don’t, you are just the lonely bird. I get tweets from my folks back home. Folks who do this unconstitutional ‘chakkajaam’ to give pressure to write constitution on time tweet all the time, the tweet about how many liters of kerosene they had to consume to burn this Bandha defying ambulance. I often ponder what comes out of these frequent rallies AKA ‘Jhaanki’ in our culture. Tell you frankly, we are so used to these ‘Jatras’ and ‘Jhankis’ culture that even when we genuinely want to organize to get our point straight, only 10% turns out to be fruitful while the rest becomes nothing but fun. It is just like celebrating Indrajatra, you start with the agenda but you ultimately come home drunk. Needless to say, culture has it.
I do not know. Lately, I feel like there is something seriously wrong with us. As I said above, I am a classic example. I want all the arguments in my favor regardless of how wrong I may appear. I want my Buddha to be born in Nepal. I want that freakin Mt. Everest tattooed in my arm no matter how useless it has become in recent years. I heard that recently opened tattoo parlor in KTM which has no choice but to rely on heavy-duty generator amidst the growing load shedding makes no mistake to tattoo that half iced sculpture as a symbol of water resource. Talking about these resources, be it known that genuine energy sources are pretty muck sucked up worldwide anyway. Now is time we extract the energy from the elevated stupidity of mankind. Realities shows, social networking sites are prime examples of these energy platforms and these so called techies are nothing more than bunch of black magicians who make money by creating such a phantasm. CNN reports that Facebook users will soon surpass the world’s population by far. I do not know, it could be true since I have five different accounts. But since that false reporting of an illegal Japanese boy popping out of Mexico-US border few months ago, I am in no position to rely on CNN either. Seriously, when I first heard about it, I kinda thought of a disgruntled Samurai straight from Fu-ku-shima taking a hitch hike. At the same time, I was also saddened by the news of some fellow Nepalis getting caught over there. I guess they may be those unfortunate ones who might not have gotten chance to go to Lalu’s junk yard where thousands of vehicles are on stand by mode with their hoods open to give these dead batteries a good start up which is otherwise construed as jumpstart on the career. And, I will not be surprised if half of those border returnees with fake certificates are in the process of making our constitution. But tell you what; upcoming Teej is more important than this silly constitution thing. No wonder a special committee has been recently kicked off to make this month long Teej celebration a successful one. Goddam Red-devils!!
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