The Sophomore Year
After pressurizing myself everyday with…“I’m gonna start
writing tomorrow!!”…phew! I’m finally writing…again. These schedules are
keeping me so-so busy that by the end of the day, I’m already tired and slumping
into bed. No time to write or do anything else.
It’s the sophomore year. I promised myself that I’d enjoy
this year to the fullest. No expectations. No commitments. No strings
attached. And most importantly no
regrets. And I’d ‘LIKE’ to think I’ve finally adapted to Dharan. But as I
always say being home is the warmest feeling ever…
Being far away from home is so difficult. I feel like I've grown so much. I’m taking care of myself alone, handling my problems in my own (sometimes others’ problems too) and I get angry so much less than before.
Of course I can get angry sometimes too. I don’t like getting
angry doesn't mean that I can walk putting on a “Buddha Face” to everything they
throw at me. Sometimes the situations get so much worse that I start thinking
of ways to kill the person responsible…like putting a bullet into their heads
or poisoning their food. Lol like I could. Sometimes this abhorrence for others invades me
completely, making me feel like my head’s going to burst.
And not very long after that I remember reading somewhere “Growing hate for others will only burden our own heart” and I make peace with my mind and my heart.
And not very long after that I remember reading somewhere “Growing hate for others will only burden our own heart” and I make peace with my mind and my heart.
These two decades of my life has failed me, brought me down,
held me up, taught me lessons, guided me, surprised me...I’ve these people in
my life who wouldn’t stand a minute by my side if they had nothing to gain in
return from me, people who sweet-talk all the time and make it difficult to
distinguish if they’re actually telling the truth, some who pretend to be
encouraging while they’re ablaze with jealousy inside. I’ve met people who speak bitter about me all
the time, people who speak kind words in front of me and are not-so generous
behind my back, people who have the misconception that they’re always right and
many people who act all innocent and kind…like the world would fall apart
without them.
“Before pointing others make sure
your hands are clean and unless you’ve walked in my shoes, you’ve no right to
judge me.”
Anyways since I don’t write too frequently I’m
just gonna merge all of my pending posts since my last post into this one.
Well,
firstly we had this annual day celebration from 29th Nov. – 7th
Dec.: Aagaman, which was our annual program and also to commemorate late Niranjan
dai, who died in an accident last year. It was a sports as well as cultural
program and we had taken this opportunity to participate in the dance
competition. After waiting for like almost 4 hours of the commencement of the
program, at 11:45 pm, we were finally able to perform. The cultural program
ended at 1:15 am. The result was announced the next day and as predicted our
dance performance won the first prize. Everyone was so more than happy and might
I add, we were the showstoppers...the girls in red. Most of the people who knew
me were surprised to see the other side of me. And everybody was like “You
girls deserved the victory”.
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| Getting ready...I don't know where or who was I staring at like this..lol |
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| From the left: Karuna, Dolkar, Reena, Pratikshya, Usha, and that's me, Menuka, Sunita and Rakshya |
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| On the stage |
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| How rare is this picture? Me in makeup. |
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| With the winner's trophy |
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| The final taste of victory |
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After all we deserved some celebrations  |
Also, a few days back, my friends
decided we visit Barah Chhetra which is one of the famous pilgrimage
destinations for Nepalese as well as Indians. So as the
girls pre-filled me with ample imaginings about how fun we were going to have
there, I agreed and tagged along with them. It was 6:30 in the morning when I,
with 18 of my other friends left our hostel for the day. We thought it would be
more fun to go on a local bus than hiring a car or something. As I was
informed, the pilgrimage was only an hour from Dharan…which was not, by the
way. It was already 7:30 when we finally found an empty Land Rover which could
accommodate all 19 of us and off we went. The girls were singing out loud all
over the way…playing Antakshri, the all
time favorite Nepali girls’ time-pass, I guess, making the pedestrians turn
their heads in curiosity as we passed by while I took the passenger’s seat,
beside the driver intending to get a proper view of scenery rather than
engaging in some non-serious song-fight.
With half of my army
The rule was like this: the Land Rover would only take us up
to a place called Chatara, which was I think 45 minutes from Dharan and then we
had to get into next Land Rover which would take at least 30 minutes to the
reach the temple premises and a ten minutes walk to finally reach our destination
temple. And if anyone asks me, I’d advise them to avoid going there in the monsoon
because the roads are in their worst possible conditions. One minor mistake on
the narrow road and you’re 50 feet down, in the Koshi river. And to anyone who
feels nauseous while travelling, the bumpy ride is likely to trigger it, so be
sure to take some anti-emetics after food half an hour before the journey.
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| The ride's really bumpy |
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| from a local restaurant; there's a canoe on the river |
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kitty purry |
Now starts the saddest part of the story. So as I was about
to get off the second Land Rover of the day, someone forcefully swung open the
door behind me and it came BAMM!! on my face. I blacked out for like 3 seconds
and when I could finally put myself together; my friends were already
surrounding me. I wished to land an equally painful punch to the one who put me
in the condition but my mandible hurt so bad that I could hardly open my mouth
to say that I wasn't’t okay; let aside punching anyone. So it started there and
as the day passed I reached a phase when I could hardly move the left part of
my lips. So I had to smile only to the right side if I needed to do so…lol. And
better than that, I ended up rarely smiling or talking to anyone for the rest
of the day. Plus the canny local people charged me high price on the souvenirs.
So you can guess the day turned out horrible for me.
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Until my next post, keep enjoying!! J
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