I Love Nepal and the Nepalipan we have.

I love feeing of being home in Nepal. I love the way Nepalese do things, like greet each other, smile, talk, and all the rituals we comonly share that makes Unique Nepalese........FORGET THE HATE, THE UNSTABILITY, THE RACIAL TENSION, ALL THE BAD THINGS, I request you all to forget all the negative and please,PLEASE write down what you love about our Nepal and the way of life. Im writing down about how I felt when I was in 11-12 grade i KTM.......Bunked school almost everyday LOL

           I love the morning tea in the tea shop with a ciggarette and friends. The morning life in Kathmandu......kids rushing to school and guys waiting to see a glimpse of the girl you like in the school bus passing your hangout akhada..mostly a convienent store or a coffeeshop, Going to the bhaiyas hair saloon and making sure you look good and the loud music playing by the bhaiyas and them looking at the mirrors most of the time LOL.The bhaiyas in the saloon always are checking them selves out LOL. Then during lunch.......go to a local restaurant and order appetizer sukuti sadeko with some ciura or aalo chana, or chat and then head home for main LUNCH lol. Tell friends that youll be back soon. Do stuff and watch TV then around three wear your best looking outfit to go outside to the akhada to meetup with friends who are also dressed to look the best because its the time when Girls come out of school and all the school buses that passes the main road...the beautis were in the back of the bus bunched up together..they knew that we were watching LOL ....and were always smiling at us and few who had attitide looked away lol..we teased them a lot, we were a group of atleast 15-20 +++ of us good looking well dresses guys........almost all of us had long hair , leather jackets or overcoats  jeans, Dingo boots, lockets, GNR or metallica t shirts with skulls, scarfs and round Goggles  and red or black scarfs.and bracelets with chain and lots of rings LOL (REMEMBER THOSE DAYS). The girls if you had a girlfriend in the bus threw a letter or a number to call and soon after that rush of looking good and flirting......we used to do a walk aroud the neighborhood and say hi to friends and look tease freinds who had a crush on a girl who house we were walking by and yell out  our friends name while he is like going crazy....OI SALA MAC***** HARU CHUP LAAG BHANE ......no one listens..and soon it could be any ones turn because our neighborhood had girls that most of us had crushes on and eveyone knew so when we walked pass each house .....your name was called out loud and you acted the same way and everyone just laughed ......then we used to head to the play ground and watch other friends play cricket or soccer. Then we stay there untill late and then again head to the main sreets. Thats the time when you are real hungry and the choices are plently. MOMO, SUKUTI, SEKUWA..with some Local Tuat, tongba, chyang , shree or just vodka........talking about Girls, Fights, bands, Music, all hear say things like OI MU*I HIJO ASAN MA JUGGE LAI PATAN KO KETA HARU LE KHUKURI HANYO RE NI.....BHOLI JANU PARCHA PATAN HANNA LAI .........or reason to get drunk.....MALAI REEMA LE DHOKA DIYO YAAR......or TAILE METALLICA KO NAYA ALBUM SUNIS.....DAAMI CHHA YAAR. and many more just random talk and many jokes...and there was always some one in our friends circle that was the target of the joke. and then home for dinner, ANd for the last time run out to the store and get one more churot and supadi and so does many friends........so we ended up hanging out late untill we see the VAN with red light....LOL OI DHIDE AAYO BHAAG.........and almost the same life repeated the nextday and the other. I  was 16 yrs and enjoyed to 181/2 .....  Now Im in the USA and recently when I went back to Nepal 2006. ...THAT LIFE WAS LONG GONE......all friend were either settled or abroad. New faces were standing in the place of our akhada and I later found out those were the small kids running to school with their heavy bags and tumlets( water) and asking you DAI CANDY DINUS NA......now OH DAI CHUROT CHHA????? LOL.........even we were not there the torch had been passed to these kids who now look like HIPHOP ARTISTS wearing their pants down exposing their boxors LOL.  I met some of my friends who were settled and had kids now.....it felt ackward but I felt very leftout and wanted to go back in time but couldnt. It was sad when I learnt some of my friends had died some became addicts and were hardly seen around. But some of them have become real successfull business men, career men, many abroad like me. AND some still struggling hanging out with the kids in the akhadas like they never changed no jobs no money .......FOR MELOL life changed ........JUST 10 yrs man and now just memories.

hey MadDog thanks for sharing. For me everything above applies plus we used to go for lots of Snooker and pool. Plus smoking weed was always favorite.

"Tanna G tanyo ani AQURET( not sure about spelling) aakha ma halyo ani ghar gayera tanna DAL BATH TARKAREE AACHAR khayo"

Bhaiya ko Saloon ko Mech ma basyo, ani mirror herera Churot tanyo ani tyo bhaiya ko bhojpuri song sunyo.

Everyday tyo Chadani Mo: Mo ma gayo ani 1 1/2 plate Mo Mo khayo.

Once in a while ramro restuarant ma gayo ani waiter ley menu dinthyo. 10 min menu heryo ani tespachi CHICKEN CHOWMEIN, ra Mo: Mo: order garyo....lol

Morning breakfast sadai jato Rs. 5 ko Tea, euta Surya churot... ra yesso mood ma cha bhaney SEL, Malpuwa, khayo...........

 

Once a week jasto Nagarjun, Halchowk etc gayo ... din bharee chyang ra G tanyo... ani relax garera basyo...

Yestai rahecha Zindagane... ............................. .................... .........    

 

yup weed, p, T, dhiks,  was a staple bro from morning to evening............and then jhyap bhayera .. xtra xtra sweet TEAand orange balls.............and if you had money   MOMO sekuwa khana and sometimes credit pani chalthiyo. AND we used to go to this local restaurant because the sauni was very chuaaak. LOL .....and driving the bike in full speed in the smallest of space lol............those were the best days and thanks for sharing too bro

oho madDoGG, timile ta pura school ko yaad garai deu yaar...mero pani SLC diun jel samma ko lagbhag testai story thiyo, kati ramaila thiye ti din haru.. hehe...... tara tes pachi, life jindagi ko yesto direction gayo ki it was just beyond my imagination... yedi mero haat hune bhaye time laai rewind garera just before slc ma lagera roki dine thiye..

Memories.. memories...

Dashain ma Kausi ma basera Changa uudayney...  Dali wal chet.. Dali wal dhago chod.. dhago nabhaye Tuppi chod ... tuppi nabhaye tero Dari chod... lol....lol

Tyo Kalanki ko Bhojpour restuarant ( we used to call BHOJA).. I still remember... sadai gayo churot ra chiya tanyo ani Bha no bha ko gaff garyo... Bihana tya basto chiya churot tanyo... rati tya Jaad tanyo..I still remember, that BHOJA... Nepal banda bha ko bela pachadi bata hamro lagi tyo  open huntyo.

Kathmandu ma G tanney bike chalauna dheri majja... Traffic Jam cha bhaney foot path ma ukalyo ani chalyo.. Aada pani thare tharee... G tanney euta aada, Churot tanney euta aada (esp Bhaiya ko Saloon). Some worst day when you don't have money to buy cigarette, tyo PASALAY dai ley credit dinthyo... 

Yedi duesa dheri ZYAP bhayo bhaney pool house chiro ani din bharee thei basyo...

Khai hamro tyo din haru..

Bro kalanki ko SANTE, BEG RAJ GURUNG, SUSHIL LAMBU do you know them???

Remembering Nepal through Sushil.....yes, back then Nepal was like that.

Wearing all those kinky outfits, looking like a hero, riding a sexy bike, posing like professional models for black and white pictures.

Almost a man but not yet...yes, the cigarettes, grass and alcohol played an important part in helping him grow up.

You see, a boy just can't wait to be a man.

Skipping classes and hanging loose, they call it 'lepak' in my country, is part of the teenage years.

Some grow out of it, while others don't.

Stealing flirting looks at girls, the heart beats faster when she comes around, your hands sweat and you pretend to look the other way.

But where is she today?

Today, you're a man probably in your thirties, you miss the freedom, the carefree days when your father took the stick on your back.

Today, you're searching for the ideal job which unfortunately is not in your own country.

Today, you leave your loved ones and travel far in search of money and hopefully a better life.

Today, you realise that you should not have skipped classes.

Today, you feel disappointed with yourself.

So, what are you going to do TOMORROW?

heart beat..................That is what you want us to feel like......I do not regret a day of my teen life al all ..I am so happy that I want to do it all over again.....read my posts. I loved those days of bunking classes, teasing girls and playing hero and smoking stuff......AND you are absoutely right in your judgement that some come out of it some cant. Well  NOW Im a businessman here in BOSTON MA quite successsfull, BUT I could not ever picture my self as a corporate carreer person at all. I am what you call an entreprenuer, I am self employed and have no boss except my wife LOLwe both are selfemployed........And tomorrow sky is the limit for me because I have a dream and a game plan with a goal in sight....I am driven and I havent had a day of for almost a year now working 12 hrs 7 days a week for my own coorporation without complaining and loving every momment. BUT you are right I do not represent everyone but only myself. and I do know a lot of friends who are in the stage of MIDLIFE CRISIS LOL.

Yes man, I miss those days too. When I went to Nepal on Dec '06. I was very excited to get the same environment. But I was very disappointed nothing was same, I hardly met 2-3 frens. all 'em are busy with thier life. All new guys on the same akhada.

Once the time is gone it will never be the same. I remember Ali Haider's song  Bas Yade Yade yade raha jati hai................................

enjoy the monment remember the past.

 

Listen to this and remember the past.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pGhQg3Vz-Fw

This shits funny toooo. ha ha ha The grass is always greener on the other side HUH !!!!Aaah ha ha ha

the days when I could stroll down the streets of my hometown anytime in the night...

the time when I would see cops sleeping at the intersection...

times when we rode bicycles to go to school around numerous trees which are gone now..

Sanjay Shrestha's CROSSROADS maya meri maya..and..KHALI KHALI YO MAN THIYO...by I don't know who

Never heard the words...like chakka jam and Nepal Bandh...

Someone said....Nepal SHANTICHETRA RE...

alas..I want those days back.

Those were the care free days....No tention of any major kind.......just the tention from, Money, girls, next fix, looking good, new shoes, fancy stuff and all about being BAD....it was like a kool thing to be that BAD BOY IMAGE...and have like drugged eyes and a coarse voice. acting cool al the time and not flinching to Fight. It was cool to say to friends..YAAR MO TA JHYAAP CHHU, GOOD TRIP DI RAACHAA.......OH RAJA GUITAR BAJAU NA YAAR......

Those were the days my friend, we thought they'd never end, we'd sing and dance forever and a day

We'd live the life we choose, we'd fight and never loose, those were the days, oh yes those were the days!

Maddogg, you're lucky man and you definitely know the meaning of working smart. I'm glad you're making it in life. There's more yet to come. When the grey hair glistens in the morning sun, and you hide your wrinkles behind your sunglasses, and your children have to repeat what they say to you......think of those days.

Prabhat, we all want the keep the good old days under our pillows. So that when we're feeling blue we can take it out, look at the black and whites and remember when grandma chased you around the house with a stick in her hand....when you ran around barefoot....and now all you can do is think of those days.

Sweet days when we were sweet young things, will never come again. In time to come the memories will go further and further away.

 

 

 

I got 25+ more years before my hair becomes grey.........I'm in my prime now.....full of energy  and ready to do stuff to make things happen.......I cehrish my past but enjoy my journey to the future.........Looking back.... yes time did seem to go fast and will move on, time stops for none as every second that passes by us becomes a part of history and future in so unknown yet its only a second ahead.  I dont have any kids now but plan to have some one day and when they grow up......I'll will be there for them in everystep of their life. I will provide them what I wished I wanted as a child and didnt get. I had my child hood dictated by my environment, Do I want my child to be like me ....ABSOLUTELY NOT.....but think like the present ME.....ABSOLUTELY YES.......... what if he rebels???......I'll kick his ass.......................... Noone kicked mine when I was growing up.

 

Days of my teen age.

haha was so funny. I remember in SLC i put peroxide @ night. jati haley pani rato nahuney cuz (it was night time) so i put more and more. bholi byana rato bhaley jasto lol..used to put so much gel to spike my hair. One sided bad, party shoes in college lol. I played basketball with my party shoe and one guy stepped on it and put a dent on front, i was so pissed lol.

I don't regret one single day of my teen age life. If I had an option of changing things of my teen age days, I won't change one single thing.

I was a wasted kid too...bunking class, staging fake fights among ourselves in the middle of the street...people would be like o my god these kids will kill themselves, taking bus but never paying bhada coz we thought it's our birthright not to pay bus bhada just bcoz we r in school uniform, asking the rickshaw puller  to ride our bicycle and in turn driving his rickshaw and taking it to a ditch. Man..those wasted days are the best days of my life.

I don't regret one bit..