3.
“Don’t justify yourself. I know you.” Yeah, right. You do.
“Ok Mom, I’ll do as you say. Ho Gaya Na”
“Thik Hai. Now go wash up, I’ll prepare your Nashta.” My favorite. Evening snack. Nashta.
The next two days, Saturday and Sunday were spent readying my uniform and books. I just wanted to get in the school and have fun. Come on, how long can one stay in the boring house? My house wasn’t much to look at. As my father was then Sales Manager in Coca Cola Company, his salary wasn’t much, just something around 40,000 per month in Nepali Currency. Each 1 Indian rupee is equivalent to 1 rupee and 60 paisa in Nepali currency. So, that comes around 25,000 per month in Indian Rupee. Damn, I’m good at explaining Math! So you see he could only afford a house just big enough for five of us.
As I said, my house wasn’t much to look at, so I think I should skip explaining the house. But I know you readers, you guys always want to know about the writer’s life in detail or almost everyone’s who interests you (I’m indirectly telling you that you are interested in me!). Here it goes then. My house was located behind a Government Funded Family Planning Association (why do they keep long names?) building. It was and is a two storied red color building. My father hired the entire 1st floor. There were four rooms including the Guest room. A verandah near the entrance and the same way to the Kitchen. Go a bit farther and you find the bathroom and further ten steps then, there is the Grand Finale, the toilet. Neighboring houses were, well, really neighboring. The houses weren’t even two steps further. Didn’t they know it’s dangerous?
Anyway, that was my boring house, or as I thought of it then. We didn’t even have a Television then. My father had bought a radio called something like 10 Band World TV Receiver (I hate long names)! Yeah, you might have guessed it by its long name. It’s the one that receives the radio signal of the TV satellite or the Dish nearby and play the sound part of it.
I think you must have got the picture of my misery. I had friends who were, like, gadget freaks and you know possessed all that my dad couldn’t afford, which made a Nashta out of me.
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Chapter 2
2.
When I first got into the bus of Chitwan English Secondary Boarding School (CEBS), the school where I studied before, my eyes searched for someone I can sit with or at least, a seat where I can sit. My sister simply went in and sat on the side seat of the bus. Oh yeah, I forgot to tell about the rest of my family. I have a year older sister and seven years younger brother. So, getting back to the bus, while I was still deciding where to put my big butt (yeah, I was and am fat), I saw Richa. She was so beautiful that I fell in love with her. She had that Mongol look, you know, like the Chinese or Japanese girls, but still beautiful. I know it was mad of me to even think of love at that time, but then I was gifted with such stupid talents. I was in 2nd standard then.
Anyway, I had to control myself and finally found a place to sit. Let me fast forward a little.
In the class, I found out that I wasn’t the only one who was truly, madly, deeply in love with her. That rascal Aadesh Pant was too. And to make my heart fry and keep ready for evening snack, she too liked Aadesh. Or at least, I hoped so!
However, CEBS wasn’t that bad after all. I mean, yeah, it broke heart of a 2nd standard boy, but then, I met my Best Friend Shail there too. Shail is the best thing that could have ever happened to me. NO!!! I’m not a gay and neither is he! We were such good friends that sometimes when Shail got the punishment; I had to do something that would make the teacher give me the same treat!
We were the pals never to be separated and it’s the same till now.
Anyway, in CEBS we not only had punishments together, but we also laughed together without any good joke and I think you must have figured out by now what nuts we were!
But one thing I’m proud of is that Shail is one handsome guy. That Drishti was in love with him and he with her. I must tell that he even was brave as Drishti was the daughter of our Principal.
The funny thing was that my stomach always came between Shail and Drishti whenever they tried to see each other from corners. I’m his best friend for God’s sake. Why God, why did you make me fat?
Days in CEBS were memorable.
When I first got into the bus of Chitwan English Secondary Boarding School (CEBS), the school where I studied before, my eyes searched for someone I can sit with or at least, a seat where I can sit. My sister simply went in and sat on the side seat of the bus. Oh yeah, I forgot to tell about the rest of my family. I have a year older sister and seven years younger brother. So, getting back to the bus, while I was still deciding where to put my big butt (yeah, I was and am fat), I saw Richa. She was so beautiful that I fell in love with her. She had that Mongol look, you know, like the Chinese or Japanese girls, but still beautiful. I know it was mad of me to even think of love at that time, but then I was gifted with such stupid talents. I was in 2nd standard then.
Anyway, I had to control myself and finally found a place to sit. Let me fast forward a little.
In the class, I found out that I wasn’t the only one who was truly, madly, deeply in love with her. That rascal Aadesh Pant was too. And to make my heart fry and keep ready for evening snack, she too liked Aadesh. Or at least, I hoped so!
However, CEBS wasn’t that bad after all. I mean, yeah, it broke heart of a 2nd standard boy, but then, I met my Best Friend Shail there too. Shail is the best thing that could have ever happened to me. NO!!! I’m not a gay and neither is he! We were such good friends that sometimes when Shail got the punishment; I had to do something that would make the teacher give me the same treat!
We were the pals never to be separated and it’s the same till now.
Anyway, in CEBS we not only had punishments together, but we also laughed together without any good joke and I think you must have figured out by now what nuts we were!
But one thing I’m proud of is that Shail is one handsome guy. That Drishti was in love with him and he with her. I must tell that he even was brave as Drishti was the daughter of our Principal.
The funny thing was that my stomach always came between Shail and Drishti whenever they tried to see each other from corners. I’m his best friend for God’s sake. Why God, why did you make me fat?
Days in CEBS were memorable.
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