Posts Tagged ‘ Moratuwa ’

A thursday!

4th November 2011.
Death is powerful. It always strikes us, all mortals alike, with a huge blow; no matter how we defend ourselves, line ourselves up with wealth and power. It renders us helpless in the end, and ultimately wins every battle. It is shocking, even more so, when it happens to someone close; someone unexpected; someone out of blue; someone, who is young and dynamic; someone whom you had just chatted two days ago in face book. But this article is not on death or for death; because death is like a big black hole; a swallowing emptiness; no one knows for sure what it is or what happens when a person dies.
3rd November. It was a regular Thursday. I went to University, as always. I was out of internet access as it was a public holiday, the previous day. I went and logged onto my account. I had a message from my friend and she was asking me if the news was true, if Mukesh Dai died. Shocked and confused, I scolded her in reply for being so senseless and silly. Then as I logged into my face book, I saw my seniors’ status updates all wishing Mukesh daii would rest in peace. Bewildered, utterly confused I checked his wall. And there it was: more than 100 posts written. Some had posted how shocked they were; some were complaining about god’s injustice; some just grieved at the loss of their dear friend; some were saying how important he was for them; some still unable to believe the tragedy, were asking him to reply back on face book that he was ok. I was already crying. As I scrolled down his wall, the reality punched into my guts harder and harder. There was a car accident two nights ago, and he had passed away in the crash; away from home in Ohio. Continue reading

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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