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27 April 2013

I travel frequently on tempo. In a tempo, as you are seated face to face with fellow passengers, you really don’t have an option but to stare at your co-passengers. I find it pretty amusing. You meet all kinds of people in Tempo and I find it pretty interesting to size them, let’s say, figure them out. I don’t believe a person is altogether good or bad, everyone is unique; a distinct case study, each of them. Sometimes, I find people, complete strangers who intrigue me with their dispositions. Don’t call me shallow, I am not judging strangers. I observe them, without exchanging any courtesies, any dialogues. It’s a mere observation. I like observing them, it’s really fascinating; linking out the dots and making up their stories. Conjuring stories actually!

When I pass a so-called “mentally-sick” person on the road, it intrigues me! I wonder what made them defy the conventional “happy” life and chose the streets, laughing and smiling with themselves, locked up in their own worlds, oblivious to the world around them. Obviously, their definition of happiness is different from mine but what must have made them like that? Questions pop in, as I conjure up the best possible explanations! And then, I see another old lady, the age of my grandmother begging up on the streets, with an array of coins displayed on her front sack. Shouldn’t she be at her home with her grand-children, sharing stories of her time and praying to book their seat in heaven! But there she is, begging for her evening meal! Heaven, still a distant wish! Could this be a story of a cruel daughter-in-law? Can it be that she was a cruel mother-in-law herself, who was thrown out by her family? Did she even have kids? Did she fall in love, when she was my age? Questions, assumptions, stories!nerdy  Continue reading

When Headlights didn’t Work!

20th December 2012

It was late, cold and dark, a typical winter evening. I was waiting for a tempo, at Bijulibazaar, to take me home. Tempos are 3- wheeled public vehicles that run on Electrical / LPG Energy also known as TukTuk, rampant on the Kathmandu roads. Lifehouse Band was playing “Blind” in my ears. After a long wait, a tempo arrived. It took me a second to register the route, had to ask the boy at the front seat, where the Tempo was headed.”Lagankhel”,came the shrill reply. “The driver could have put on the front lights,” I murmured to myself and got inside the back of the tempo. The tempo was pack. A tiny bulb was lit inside. After making myself comfortable in the little space, available for me, I stared at the passenger across me. A middle-aged lady, with a big, golden earrings stared back to me. I then looked left and right to her. One of my fellow co-passengers was a college girl, in uniform; two were uncles, one with a mustache and the other without, while there was a young mother at the far right, with her infant on her lap . There were 3 more ladies to my left and an elderly gentleman to my left who was asleep, drooling at his mouth, head resting on the window. I also threw a glance at the front too. The driver was a lady.
After glancing 120 degrees, and getting stared back at, I began examining my Wellington boots, all worn and dusty! “My poor Wellingtons!” I sighed. “Victims of the road expansion drive, Jai Baburam!” A few minutes later, I realized that the tempo was moving at a snail pace. Tempos are, by default , slow moving vehicles, but this one was unnaturally slow. I took off my earplugs and stared at the lady across me. “Why is this moving so slow?,” I inquired  She pouted her lips and replied, “The front light stopped working, re!” Other passengers also nodded in unison, disapproval clear in the nods.

I shot a look at the front seat. Without the earpluggender-equality-scaless, now I heard the conversation. The kid was looking down from the window and telling the driver, his mother to keep moving. “Its okay, no holes”, he would say to the driver, and she would keep the vehicle rolling straight. He would also flash lights occasionally to where the front tyre of the tempo is, making sure the tempo wasn’t heading for a hole or depression. The people were angry and restless. “Its getting late”, the lady with the baby shouted to the driver, “If you cant take us fast, then let us get off and take another vehicle, that will go fast.” The driver, without looking behind, made a meek reply, “The light was working till Maitighar, I don’t know what happened suddenly. I cannot see the road without the light. That is why; I am driving slowly, to avoid accidents”.

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