10 years from now, I was a final year engineering student at Kathmandu University, Dhulikhel, Nepal. This was our last winter vacation at KU and I along with some of my friends had planned to stay at the college. We passed time by working on our academic projects, watching movies, learning guitar & drums. The objective was to enjoy the final moments there at fullest. That we didn’t miss.
“Delicious smell of the fish curry”, murmured the e-rickshaw driver. He added, “it’s navaratan time. It was my turn beside him to speak on, one of my favorite topic. Instantly I replied, who cares, nobody can stop him who eats. I appended, God, most people don’t believe. Do you, my brother? Yes, I believe he whispered. Why do you believe God, brother? God has given me what I have.
सन २०१० के जुलाई महीने में मैं सम्मर वेकेशन मनाने काठमांडू गया। वर्ल्ड कप का नशा हर व्यक्ति में छाया हुआ था। फाइनल देखने के लिए दोस्त के रूम पर बियर के बोतल खुली और वर्ल्ड कप ख़तम होने के बाद घर लौटने की तैयारी करी|
It started when a car was pooled and the front seat was chosen. A continuous horn was blown by the driver on the busy street. He was suggested not to make noise and was asked to drive peacefully. The fatal consequences of blowing horn in a busy street, residential areas,
school premises & hospital areas were elaborated. The horn was pulled off immediately and the subject was modified. A complete serene environment was created throughout the way until the destination was reached.
जब ऊ रुदै आफ्नो जन्म दिने घर छाड्छे
आमा म जादिन भनि कराउछे अनि चिच्यौछे।