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Homesick During Tihar!!:/

26th October 2011
It was Tihar today, my favorite festival. And I happen to be posted in Sri Lanka, from Nepal, in a Fredkorpset Norway Exchange Program! As much as I am beginning to love my new home, Sri Lanka with all its serenity and contrasts; with its warm beaches, its coyness; its spices and coconuts; the long names; twisty dialects; the artistic script , which I am yet to learn and the tyrannical heat; being away from one’s family is always hard. Especially for a girl like me who has never been away from home, it is painfully difficult. I was in Bangkok during Dasain as well, for the 19th Fk exchange preparatory course, but there were many others like me, my country people; who were also away from their homes; and it’s amazing how nationalities and commonness can bring people together. Though I missed home then, there were many of us missing our homes, so we celebrated Dasain together along with others and it ended quite well.
It’s not that people here don’t have Tihar. Actually today was a holiday for Diwali here. The Tamil community celebrates Diwali here. So, almost everyone knows what it is about. People were wishing me Happy Diwali and asking me about it. But since this is my fourth day in a new country, all alone, I decided not to try and celebrate Tihar here. I did try to find a temple here, but I couldn’t go by myself and others, who could accompany me to the temple; either didn’t know where it was or were too busy to take me there. Disheartened, I just tried to carry on as I would on any other Saturday. “Ra.one” – an SRK movie released today. Senali Akki suggested we go watch a movie and since it’s an SRK movie, I thought it would be a good distraction, if I again felt homesick. Just in case! So we went to watch it; first day, first show. It was a good movie, we had lots of fun. After that we went to have pizza and choco-sundae and then went shopping. So, the morning ended just like any other holiday.
Later, she had to attend a funeral. So, I stayed back and then did my laundry; did some for her too. And guess what? While doing laundry, my mind would automatically race back to Nepal, to my home. I would wonder, “my mom must be preparing Laxmi Bhog now”; “my daddy must be fixing the electric lights now”. I would force myself back to reality, try to focus on the laundry but then again my mind would wander around and I would think- “Dad must be tired now after shopping so much” or else, “I would be doing this now” and then again “I hope Babu is helping them, how can my mother do it alone without me??” And PANG!!! It struck there, right in the left chest and the pain, the agony; is so hard and so sharp that tears well down my eyes. The so called “Homesickness”! Not for the first time; but strong and increasingly painful every time. Continue reading

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Inspiring- “The Optimist’s Creed ” By CD Larson

Optimism: a flying Pig

Promise Yourself:

To be so strong that nothing can disturb your peace of mind
To talk health, happiness and prosperity to every person you meet
To make all your frens feel that there’s something in them
To look at the sunny side of everything and make your optimism come true
To think only the best, work only for the best, and to expect only the best
To be just as enthusiastic about the success of others as you are about your own
To forget the mistakes of past and press onto greater achievements of future
To wear a cheerful countenance at all times and give every living creature you meet a smile
To give so much time to the improvement of yourself that you have no time to criticize others
To be too large for worry, too noble for anger, too strong for fear and too happy to permit the presence of trouble
To think well of yourself and to proclaim this fact to the world, not in loud words but in great deeds
To live in the faith that the whole world is on your side as long as you are true to the best that is in YOU!!
—CD Larson

For my bestie Grishma

“Strangers are just friends, waiting to happen.”,Someone said that a long time ago, and it still holds true for everyone.I had known Grishma Bajrachrya, for a long time, infact we were classmates since Grade 2, but not close enough to know the girl inside her. I got to know her better, on the summer of ’04 or the beginning of Grade 9. Its amazing how life gifts us with wonderful friends in the most wonderful way. Known her for almost 7 years earlier, and yet on that fateful day, we came closer to each other and became such amazing friends. A slight nod, a warm smile a short chitchat was all that was needed to plant the amazing seeds of our friendship. That Was indeed a fateful day, as if the whole cosmos with all the stars were labouring to bless me with the jewels of friends, because through the following recess, lunch and the end of the day, I had made strong and precious friends like Sabita and Krishna along with Grishma. That was the day when the strong thread of frienship worked its sweet miracles amongst the life of 7 of us, my precious Neelima, Grishma, Tika, Puja, Sabita and Krishna and bonded us permanently.

I am trying to describe my friendship with Grishma here but cannot find the exact words. The amazing friendship between us that is immortalized by the moments we shared in and outside the classes, still make me smile. The jokes we made, the names we created, the secrets we hushed over, the teasings, the stories we made, the gossips, the chatterings, the naughtiness and pranks and the sheer madness we shared nurtured the relationship. The sharing of tiffins and the mindless gigglings reared it further. The chatting in the assembly, the gatherings by the Girl’s toilet, the bonking of classes together to read novels; these moments are simply unforgettable. The love for books, the hunger to read more and the sheer insanity of Harry Potter was the strong similarities between us. We even used to compete on scribbling Daniel’s name anywhere and everywhere. I still remember that she even wrote it in her tie. Ahh, those insane, daniel crazy days!!!! A year flew by, and we were again separated in the next term. Yet, when i think of grade 10, in spite of the fact that we were all in different classes, the best moments are the ones i spent with these super girls. The gatheroings by the girls toilet, the pre assembly chatting, The bonking of classes made it possible. And also the eye conversations between the periods(from two separate rooms), the book sharings and paper chat in between the periods were the best. With Grishma, i even went to tuition classes together, and in those tution moments: the first encounter with Dan’s replica, the panipuri and Grishma’s mamagharko roti; unforgettable!

School ended, and we went to different colleges. But thanks to Graham Bell, Grishma and I were still together and updated on each other’s lives. The awkwardness never crept between us; we never missed out on each other. New college, new friends and yet our friendship remained intact. And still today, i know i can always count on her.

Grishma is simply amazing! During school, we even shared the same likes and dislikes. The strongest like between us was undoubtedly Harry Potter and dislikes starting from Jaljala, goes onto make a long list. Our opinions were also quite similar, though she is and always have been stronger than me. The Grishma, i know, is the chubby, frank, funny girl who has got this unpredictable monkey inside her. She’s what she is, no pretense. She doesn’t need to please anyone but effortlessly pleases eveyone. And she can make friends. She has so many friends, anywhere and everywhere ,that at times it make me wonder, how on earth does she remember everyone! But at making friends and keeping them is the best side of Grishma Bajracharya. She can remember each and every thing of her friends and to my amazement, even of the strangers. She can even tell what a passing stranger had worn last tuesday? 🙂

Grishma and I share more than frienship- we share the bond of sisterhood. She is the one who knew the real me, in such a short time, she found me and she brought the devil side inside me. I will never forget the naughty pranks she put me up; Neelima advising me against it and Grishma encouraging me for it; like the good angel and the naughty devil present in every mind. I ended up listening to the naughty devil and even the good angel enjoyed it.She understands me, my happiness, my sorrows; my silences, my confessions; my mood sways and my secrets. She knows my constant dillema, my weaknesses, my beliefs and my strengths. She accepts me with all my virtue nad vice and never judges me. She accepts me the way i am.

I know, that this beautiful friendship will never end; it will bloom and blossom in the further years. I love you, Grishma Bajracharya and i want you to know that you are an important part of my life, an important side to me. I want you to be you always, happy,smiling, and making the world around you happy with that careful smile of yours and be there with me throughout. Happy Birthday Dear!