Peaceful Living and Kangaroos's Testicles

Another peaceful week with lots of joy. Life is such a joy for who likes to live it the wonderful, peaceful way. For losers, it is just a gathering of crowd, diplomatically praising about one another's beauty, handsomeness, dresses or even cars. I know people talk about cars very randomly and my mention here is also random because life is wonderfully random, and so are the people living in this earth. Some torilahure going to Mt Everest with a pair of kangaroo testicles, some torilahure claiming to not eat for seventy years... World never seizes to wonder me.

There are good people and bad people. There are peaceful, indifferent people and there are jealous, crooked people. There are nice people and there are not very nice people. "sheeps follow sheeps, and goats follow goats". Sometime by mistake sheep get into goats herd and feel lonely, missed and different but it is just the nature of the existence. You are who you are and people that you associate with greatly reflects your intelligence sense of living and godifying this world. People that you hang out with really shows your personality.

Man is always alone but don't mistake this for loneliness. Family, friends and lovers are just your short-term company in the journey. People(most of the time) get carried away. It their nature. People change friends, family and lovers. Its okay. A beautiful person should not worry about anything. People grow old too easy, too fast. I sit in prayers, that when it is due, let me not die with any regrets. Any regrets of ugliness that I showed to this world. Lets take it the way it comes. It sometimes does not come with beauty but if we take ugliness silently with pity and compassion, it becomes beautiful.

Life in America is just an adventure. You just see people and their dramas. I love Nepalese dramas and love to be indifferent from it. A bunch of teenage boys and girls come to USA with dreams, most of them being stuck in the complication of American laws. Greatly enjoying the freedom, and luxury it offers, most of them forget their genuine intention of studying, and complying with whatever comes as ease and luxury. Poor boys and girls. Life changes for them so quick. Roommate issues, school issues, car issues, gas station money managing issues, job issues, all these greatly affecting their lives.

A bunch of losers will always worry about how other people are beautiful and they are just ugly, fat and unwanted, how they have to wait on some ride while other have their own beautiful cars, how they struggle with grades while other excel in studies, how one's roommate got boyfriend and they are still looking for just anyone to call them- girlfriends or boyfriends, how someone is tall and they are just fat dwarfs from some wild planets, how someone has money and they are not making any. To all these jealous, bunch of losers, wild, immature, uncivilized, ungodly piece of crap, I feel sad. But my sadness is of great compassion and pity, don't take it otherwise. My language is of rhetoric and not of condemnation, you have potential to improve.

We have to take it as it comes. We have different lives. We can be anywhere, any day. We may not have this day tomorrow. But whatever day it is, lets live it in a civilized, intelligent respectful life like we, people are supposed to be and be peaceful everyday in our course. If losers, attention seekers, ugly (at mind) people, jealous , crooked, "I can't do" mentality people, can't compete with people who are already beautiful because of their beautiful heart, kind nature and non-competing nature, they don't give a crap about your attention seeking, love wanting nature. They are already above you, they don't compete with you. They already have love and compassion for you. You can't compete. If you still worried, jealous, revengeful at heart, ugly at mind, and still looking to attract some insignificant, hateful cuckoo's attention, why don't you go to the top of Mt Everest with some kangaroos testicles? That may help you.

05/26/2010

Tori Lahure/ Mustard Hero

Just saw a link. Another Nepali guy is going in around the world in a bicycle.There are so many who did it, sailing around the world, ballooning around the world. Reminds me of a term-torilahure, exactly translated in English as "Mustard Hero".  It reminds me of a story.

Nepal is a very fertile land. It grows lot of crops in the world famous valleys and plain. One of the important crop happens to be Mustard. When mustard is due, the bright yellow flowers covers the whole field and the smell it provides is magnificent. The taste is not that good though. The beauty of mustard field is almost ecstatic. But the mustard seeds that makes the oil is very important in Nepalese culture.

When the mustard is grinded for the oil, the oil has such a beautiful smell, it looks gross but the smell is so organic. The mustard oil which is thus produced.is used almost everyday, for cooking, make ups, massaging, lubricating, etc etc.

Nepal is a poor country. It was poor so people would sell the mustard seeds for money. Sometime a youngster would sell mustard to run away from home. In old Nepalese days, people used to go to many Indian cities including Lahore (India back then? now in Pakistan) to work in industries, or sometime to become soldiers, but mostly gate keepers. The run away kid would live a very miserable life back there for some time and would save some money, sometime just would save some stories to tell about big cities of India. When he finally return to their country, he would buy a new radio(usually huge), carry it on his shoulder, wear soldier uniform or guards uniform.Since he did not have any sophisticated deodorants or brands of perfumes he would use fresh mustard oil on his hair and mustache to show his prosperity and richness. He could be smelled from miles. He would get "hero" welcome. He is called Lahure.The villagers would get excited to hear his stories of bravery, nationalism, earning, wisdom and what not. But at some point of time, the villagers know that the guy is exxagerating and bluffing about things, and know he is good for nothing except the rumors and hype, they start calling him Tori Lahure- Mustard Hero.

Nepal gives birth to these ignorant mustard heroes again and again. People are such in this world, not only Nepalese, I know about Nepal more so its easy for me to rephrase the story, these people have no better alternative names, sometime has to tagged as 'Tori Lahure'. English language does not have such beautiful phrases. Telling of stories about bravery, nationalism, peace, diplomacy and humanity, they do no good at all. Mahatma Gandhi, and some of his followers, Teresa, all politicians in Nepal are some of the higher category Tori Lahures. The world tour bicycler, the saint who picks up stone with penis, the guy who sleep on the tree to make world record, the saint who who claims of meditating and disappears often, sai baba his propaganda makers are all low category torilahures.

If you really want to be a hero, do something which will serve the humanity and your so called nationality. Why carry your stupid flag when you talk about brotherhood? Why worry about money when you bark on peace between countries? Why keep pissing around the country like a dog. A dog usually pisses on a trees and claim his territory, of his circle. These guys are doing the same. These guys are doing nothing, just exploiting the name of a country and pissing around in Egypt, Mexico and now in New York. This idea only comes to Nepalese most of the time. I don't understand. Just one word Tori Lahure- Mustard Hero.

Nurse Week & Women

So called nursing appreciation week ends today, which was also the birth day of Florence Nightingale. I have always loved her story and always appreciated what she did for humanity. For some reason she gets my respect and not so called Mother Teresa and Madam Curie. There are very few women who have successfully surpassed the great challenge of overcoming the difficult situations set up by the men and served humanity. She is very few of countable names that comes to my mind with immense respect and appreciation.

Women have been always dominated both physically and emotionally over thousands of years. They have been misused, mistreated, and unrespected everywhere. Be it in a house as a wife, or in office she works, or in the streets she walks. They are used in nude magazines, in advertisement boards, used for entertainment purposes, used as attraction and nothing else.

You go to a business, you see a cute but dumb clerk in the front desk. Every great business and every successful boss wants some hot female secretary. Television add? Bikini girls. Car sales-half- naked girls. Artists best so called modern arts- nude oil painting. It is disappointing to see the way they are never really appreciated for their emotional part but only looked as some cute things to attract idiots. And what about few women in human history? Only political, some bogus religious propaganda like Teresa is given noble prize. Noble prize means nothing for me if it’s that stupid. It does not serve any purposes. But who cares, noble prize has been very cheap these days; in the sense that they are given away in a lottery picking way. Nobel prize is overrated.

Nightingale, as I have read in my curious childhood days, is still my hero(heroine). The story always attracts me. “The Lady with the Lamp”- I have always loved it. Last month, I met a nurse in Baylor from South India, Lilly during my waiting there for my cousin and I did not see her to say thank you when my cousin was discharged. I feel some guilt but it was not my fault, she was not scheduled that day. Anyway, humanity has more value than politics and religion.

To all the nurses: my sincere appreciation of what they do everyday. A popular poem on F. Nightiangale.

Lo! in that house of misery


A lady with a lamp I see

Pass through the glimmering gloom,

And flit from room to room.

05/12/2010

My Insane Weekend

Ohh! My insane weekends… This time it was gloomier with the stupid tragedy movie I happen to see on TV. Life has more to it. People have either taken life for granted or they have completely overused their time. I didn’t have neither of those because of the dreamlessness I am feeling these days.

What a great weekend to talk about… a couple phone calls from old girl friends and the laundry talk begins… I am not really sure what I have missed. I did not wonder about the cross-cultural relationship once I was out of reach of that Romanian girl back in time. Please don’t make it feel “ALL” girls are same. The same laundry talk… same talk about relationship…same bullshit…I am allergic to these talks. I am sorry, it does not matter you are white or brown; I have no patience to listen.

It may be perfectly fine for some women to not know who is their kid’s father and it is not my business either. I am talking because I have to talk. I have no obligation to teach or preach. I have no fulfillment in doing any of those. I am okay on what I am and I am living the most reasonable but insane way. This is my way.

Don’t give me any intelligent talk. That will be your hypocrisy. I can market myself in facebook looking for attention, I can post pictures, and I can talk stupid to attract you but oh well! I don’t need no advertisement because I am nobody and its good. You are nobody too and its good too. But you don’t know that you are nobody and its not good. You are always trying to be somebody and you can never achieve it. You cross one mountain and there appears another. Life is not simple if we think that way.

Whatever I can gain in my insane weekends, I have no control. I am thinking about the inner gaining. The outer world has not touched me that much. Yes flowers, beautiful girls, blue sky, white cloud….everything is beautiful but the outermost beauty is to enjoy joyfully the outer whole in the innermost core. My weekends are hard to enjoy. Beautiful girls, laundry talks, attention seekers in the Internet, a bad vending machine and an overly excited new nurse…. What an insane weekend.

05/09/2010

Nepalese Fighting and My Boredom

Last week could have been better. It did not turn out good. The boredom prevails. The bore dom of constant condemnation of this stupid world...In nepal people are begining the fighting again. They are hungry for more blood. They are taking about reviving the king again, the maoist are trying to see if they can fool the people one more time and the poor people are in the street again just dreaming about freedom, peace and justice. They don't get it. They will probably never get it- this is never going to help. I don't know how many innocent lives will be scarificed in the name of democracy.

There is no such thing as democracy, freedom of speech etc. People are still living in stone age. Bug fish are eating small fish. Power is the deal. There is nothing wrong, there is noone to protest for the poor. The powerful one is always ruling and is considered right. Who cares about the poor, weak, unpolitical voices? People will keep dying for nothing. Its still jungle there. I am indifferent towards Nepal. Sorry!

Uff.... summer is not yet. Not that summer is going to change anything. Summer is a false hope. Still looking forward to it.