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2011-09-04T11:31:00.005+05:00

You, me and Him...

She was walking with him
Their hands tightly locked
He was holding her close
And she was smiling again

She was laughing with him
And nobody was shocked
He slowly kissed her nose
And I was smiling in pain

She was dreaming with him
And I was being mocked
He gave her a rose
And I kept smiling in vain

She was happy with him
And that feeling really sucked
How I wish I still was
The love who boarded her train

I had nothing against him
But a forbidden past was unlocked
And these painful memories up-close
Drop by drop, from my eyes, makes it rain...

2011-04-15T23:13:00.001+05:00

Chapter 12: Indirect date

06 July 2000

Well, is it really surprising how news spread faster than a wild forest fire these days? I guess not ‘cause that was yesterdays news! Anyway, she rang up yesterday morning to tell me that the old fart was a big “L” looser and nothing more than a rotten bag of potatoes.

The tone, her voice…It felt like a large dose of morphine. I was taken aback, I mean not much, just a tinsy bit, when she said lets go out together. It was kind of sudden for an indirect date! Well not exactly a date, but just…I dunno…something like that.

I took one of my friends with me and she took one of her friends with her. They were supposed to be the dummy people fell for so that the purpose of the meeting was hidden. Literally speaking it was no fun at all. We were supposed to part and me and her, we were supposed to sit alone in Pizza King, but our friends didn’t leave us. They just sat there and all we did was stare at each other apart from eating pizza. I mean how could I be so stupid to call it a date? Anyway, we headed back with the promises of seeing each other and calling each other.

Next week is sports week. It’s called Simrik and only Nepalese took part in it. It was very nice of them to let me participate and I’m now in Basketball and Football. They also talked about Karuna, a fair that was supposed to be held after Simrik. Guess what, shes playing cricket. Although I have vowed to commit suicide before I watch or play cricket, I guess this is an exception. I mean common, now its all about me and her…I mean you know, in a good way..

2011-04-04T00:37:00.003+05:00

Chapter 11: Love and Fists!

04 July 2000

It’s been always the same since that very night. Sleep won’t help me to wander off into the empty silence of the night. I was severely ill. The signs and symptoms were kind of a mystery for me, sleepless nights being the least of it. Lack of concentration, smiling for no reason, day dreaming, hearing violins seeing rainbows and her figure dancing in the pages while I write…even NOW…She wouldn’t go…I mean no I don’t want her to…aaaaaaah…Mr. My Conscious, where are you?

Am I in love? Bwaaahaahaha…Now that was funny even to think about, I mean come on, me and love…? I’m not that cheap and don’t have a price tag, so you’ll need more than JUST love to buy me off…and that doesn’t apply to gay people who stare at me in college premises.

Anyway, the second internals were drawing by and I was hectic as ever, trying to count how many muscles there were in my body. I got a particular interest on the facial muscles as I read them, the muscles that changed facial expressions…Her smile…no no…the muscles…no no…even she has facial muscles…where the hell Mr. Conscious Mind of mine?

Just two days before the second internals, I was revising what was left of pathology and suddenly a friend of mine came to visit me. He was sweating and looked kind of dull. He said, “Are you sleeping?” “Does it look like I have time to sleep? What’s up? You look as white as a ghost!”

“Sisir dai is drunk. He’s calling you downstairs…” He was feeling very uncomfortable to say it and I was left wondering why as I made my way downstairs. The lights were off and I could make a short figure standing in the balcony. “Sisir dai..” I said as I approached. He turned and I almost fell on the floor, thunderstruck with a punch from him. I couldn’t feel my cheeks and there was this stinging sensation in my nose as I felt the blood rush into my face…

I was kinda’ confused as he grabbed my shirt and pulled me close to his face. His breath stunk with the smell of whiskey. “Did you…you…dance with her…!” I couldn’t stop myself from saying no and I received another blow on the face. He was screaming about a warning he issued before the Welcome party and I couldn’t think straight as I was receiving multiple punches.

The lights flashed back on and I could make out my friends from the corner of my eyes. They were helpless as we were juniors. I wanted to punch him so badly I was shaking from head to foot. I was about to bounce back with a fist of mine, when his batch mates came and took him away.

I walked up the stairs with my batch mates who were there. Hot tears streamed down my face speaking words nobody understood except me. They tried to comfort me, gave me support…mentally.

At that point I understood the importance of family and I got an answer for that question which has been hovering in my mind from the first day I was separated from them…Am I doing the right thing…? No, coming here was a big mistake…

The very next day that guy came and said sorry and kissed me on the forehead while I was having dinner. I don’t think he would remember that ‘cause he was drunk then too…but that didn’t stop me from failing my internal exams…just by two marks…first failure in history.

But that’s that and I couldn’t spend much time dwelling upon it. So I just crawled inside the shell I used to be in, and locked my better part inside. At least I think that’s what I’m doing…

2011-03-15T01:16:00.004+05:00

Chapter 10: The call

22 June 2000

It has been two weeks since I danced with the princess of my dreams, but nothing has happened after that. The breath catching performance seemed to be long gone

Just two night’s back now, I was sitting on my bed after a heavy meal with nothing to do when one of my buddies dropped by on phone, pretending as if nothing more matters to him in this world than the queen on the other end of the line.

To tell you the truth, I always wondered about how a romantic chat would sound like on phone. I mean hey, people take hours on phone and I can’t help wondering what they keep blabbering about. Just imagine if you say nothing at all apart from I love you, I love you, I love you and more I love you!

Anyway, he came and sat next to me and caught me by surprise, “Hey, could you give me “HER” number?”

Literally speaking, I fell off of bed like someone shot me in the head! He just hung up and flashed an evil grin. “Want to call her? Here’s the number…”

That made little fire crackers explode in my brain, not just one at a time, but all at once. “What the hack am I supposed to say? How am I supposed to start? What if I say something stupid?”

“Relax you ‘love pareyko manchey’ (means: the man in love), just speak!” he dialed the number and passed the cell to me. One ring gone…two rings gone…A sweat drop slid down my forehead, clinging on to dear life and my spine was rigid as steel. My stomach started doing multiple back flips when…“hello…” came the voice…

I thought my heart skipped a beat. That voice was so sweet…"hey...It’s me…" and I started off…time passed and eventually we said our good-nights. I didn’t realize it was almost an hour since I was on phone, but it didn’t even feel like 30 seconds. Jeez…I was feeling like soooo….

The guy just kept staring at me and I said “what” and he started laughing like a mad monkey! I jumped on him and started to wrestle him. With all the energy from that sweet voice of hers and the laughter that gave me goose bumps…the night ended with indescribable feelings and silent thoughts running up and down my brain, not to mention the effect on my heart rate!

They dirty game people think that they know...

2011-03-13T02:06:00.006+05:00

People often talk about politics as if democracy was a simple maze where you enter from one end and get out from the other. It’s really easy once you view it on a piece of paper, to scribble down curves and bends without hitting the dead ends, but did you even for once think of how the situation would be if the maze was real? If you had to enter a dark place with an oil lamp to light the way, trust me you only think you know which way you are going, but you yourself will get confused about the right way. The thing that bugs me most is that some people rattle on about politics and they don’t have a clue about the seriousness of the matter.

Lately I get so irritated that when I catch the phrase “this party brought democracy home…” from someone, I cut across, asking the person what democracy is and the person either shuts up or tries to be the hero by saying “it’s the rule of people”, and when I say are you sure, they get this confusing look on their face and add “maybe”. Seriously, I have a pretty good idea that some people at this point maybe wondering whether they know the real meaning or not…So here’s something to help you…

Democracy is a form of political organization in which all people, through compromise, direct referendum or elected representatives exercise equal control over the matters which affect their interests. The term comes from the Greek: δημοκρατία – (dēmokratía) "rule of the people", which was coined from δῆμος (dêmos) "people" and κράτος (Kratos) "power"

The "majority rule" is often described as a characteristic feature of democracy, but without governmental or constitutional protections of individual liberties, it is possible for a minority of individuals to be oppressed by the "tyranny of the majority". An essential process in "ideal" representative democracies is competitive elections that are fair both substantively and procedurally. Furthermore, freedom of political expression, freedom of speech, and freedom of the press are considered by some to be essential so that citizens are informed and able to vote in their personal interests.

As for me, from the political turmoils so far in my country, it has taught me that democracy is just another name we give the people whenever we need them.

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2011-03-08T00:43:00.002+05:00

The first people to accept us and say "YES" to us...whether we're a girl or a boy, they welcome us to the world with a smile. They "LOVE" us unconditionally and never ask of us, but gives us everything. It's sad to know that some of us give up our lives thinking that we don't mean anything to the world without realizing that we are the most "IMPORTANT" part of a man, a woman, a girl and a boys life. When we feel lonely and cold, one of the few things that keep us warm are the sweet "MEMORIES" of the people who love us and make us feel like someone even though we do not realize it from the very beginning. They are the very people who gets irritated, sad and "ANGRY" if we do something that is unacceptable, but forgives us all the same. They are the people known as "FAMILY".

Developmental "defects" in the society...??!

2011-03-01T00:52:00.008+05:00

The world is a freaky little place; funny how people say “generation after generation changes”, but I find that every new generation reflects an old silhouette of the non resent past. Instead of trying to go too deep, let me help you exercise your brain a bit by giving you some examples.

The hot topics when I used to be a teenager were like,

Love (the top priority back then): do you believe in love at first sight…?

Friendship: A friend in need is a friend indeed; I got your back brother!

Girls: A nuisance or a Blessing…?

Boys: Do they have hearts…? I like guys with chest hair…

And so on…I mean you can imagine the sort of stuff our teenage generation used to blabber about. When I spent some time with some of my teenage friends these days, I noticed that they spend most of their spare time gossiping about the same topics although with a twist, which go like,

Love: The “heart-break” story of my next door neighbor, me…? I go for those one night stands, that's true love...I can't handle it, it’s too much for me…! I'll think about it later..(this is the result of excessive awareness among the new generation about POPULATION CONTROL)

Friendship: Do you think if I love my guy friends, I’m gay and if she loves her dudettez friends, she’s a lesbian…? (parents teach their kids the phrase, "think before you leap" when they are too young and this is the stuff they think about)

Girls: “Boobitals theory about girls”…(Young scientists with new and unique theories trying to apply the knowledge from school in real life)

Boys: Oh my god, I hate hairy men…they must be infested with worms…Oh god, my boyfriend cried for me on the phone…(I guess the new generation guys, well some of them, have a hormone imbalance i.e. excessive estrogen/testosterone secretions accompanied with high levels of adrenaline as well)

Don’t you notice that it’s just the same person wearing a different set of clothes? I guess change is change even though its just the pants and shirt, though the underwear is still the same...

Missing someone...

2011-02-27T00:40:00.002+05:00

People come and go in our lives, sometimes like the sudden whoosh of a revolving door and at other times in a much slower, more painful manner, much like having a boulder rocking back and forth on you before it rolls on. Some leave mud tracks and stubborn stains on our hearts that last for years despite a good scrubbing, while others depart with a gentle touch and a hopeful wish to return someday resuming the rightful spot they once held.

Missing someone close to your heart is a terrible feeling. It hurts even more if we don’t know whether that person misses us or not. People do a lot of weird stuff when they miss people, stuff like:

1. Sitting around wondering if you meant anything to them.

2. Thinking if they ever cared about you.

3. Logging onto the internet hoping to see them online.

4. Looking at photos and thinking about the fun times they had.

5. Thinking about how nice it would be to sit together and enjoy again.

I always used to think that this stuff is weird, but right now the same is happening with me and here’s what I think now.

Missing someone is a way of growing up. It exposes you to loneliness. It teaches you to cope with being lonely and lets you know that “emptiness” isn’t just a word. Sometimes it’s good to miss someone. You know that you really care but the bad part is not knowing whether the other party feels the same way about you. When this happens, we often feel that we’re being ignored or left alone.

So if you miss someone, let them know. The easiest way is to say it first, the same words will be shot back at you within a split second!

2010-08-29T16:30:00.000+05:00

Chapter 9: Welcome!

3rd June 2000

Ok, now here’s the catch, you going to a party and you need to look hot to catch a fish!
So we, I mean me and the guys went into town in search of the perfect bait to reel in the big guns. After hours of searching, I finally found something that suited me, a faded black shirt. Time was short, so I decided that I’ll go with it.

Around 14:30pm all of us headed towards Nirvana Hotel in the college bus and awaited the arrival of the ladies carriage. We were just checking out the decorations of the place when the babes started to climb up the stairs. God was so perfect in his creation of women that all the boys were, frankly speaking, ogling at the ladies wondering what happened to their regular dresses (which actually made them look old!)

Anyway, the long awaited welcome party fired off with proper introductions where I gave my intro in Nepali. The senior was impressed and he asked me, “Timlai hamro batch bata kun didi man’parcha?” (Which means: from our batch, who is your favorite senior sister?) I was expecting the question and previously asked Bishal for an answer. So I replied, “Aruna didi”..There were lot of oooooo’s and aaaaaaaaaa’s but to tell you the truth, I didn’t even know her!

The next item on the agenda was talent hunt, where I sang a Nepali song impressing a lot of my fellow colleagues (all the credit goes to Bishal Acharya once again) and finally, the disco balls started to paint the dance floor with flashes of the brightest colors…and my eyes immediately started searching for her…

I found her and had an idea. Before I edged towards her, I asked the DJ to play one song for us…When I made my way towards her, she was already dancing with the hyper-fancy-feet-happy-go-lucky vampire of the class…

“This song goes out to _ _ _ _ _ _, dedicated by the international lad!” I butted out the other guy and ushered my hand to her and she took it. It was so soft…I looked into her eyes and for the first time we had a proper conversation while moving with the flow of the romantic rhythm. I don’t know how many time I stepped on her feet, but she just kept smiling and it was killing me!
Bottom line, when the party was over, I wasn’t wearing a black shirt, it was white!!!

2010-08-15T16:27:00.000+05:00

Chapter 8: Seniors and Juniors

17th May 2000

I was shifted into the hostel and the second night; I was kissed by an acid fly. When I came here, I heard rumors that a senior liked her.

That evening Sisir Gaire dai called me and told me that I was safe with the Nepalese and they loved me like their own brother. You know there is a saying, “Keep your friends close, but keep your enemies closer”
Ok so, what happened next was this morning, when I went to class, my friend Krishna gave me a card and said that Gaire dai had given this to pass to “her”. So I took it and added a note of mine. In my note I said,
“I’m extremely sorry that I have to be a mediator like this, but I hope you understand the relationship between senior and junior”
Thanx
= _ _ _ _ _=

I took a deep breath and approached her. I called her and she turned…She took both the card and note from me when I handed it and I added “I hate doing this” in a typical tone.

The net was set and the charm was cast. She took my note and put it inside her notebook, she rejected the card! She said that she didn’t want it and I told her that dai will kill me. The bell rang and it was time for lunch.

As usual, a 5 rupee cake filled mu tummy and I was sitting in class early. Her gang also arrived early and from the other end of the opposite bench she called me. She said, “It’s ok. Just tell dai that I rejected it.” I said I’ll do it and I gave her a smile and she returned one back.

That evening I found a torn card on the ground. I joined the two pieces and it read, “FRIENDSHIP”. I smiled at it and thought to myself, “friendship….hmmmmm….”

2010-08-01T16:23:00.000+05:00

Chapter 7: Prom night!

29th April 2000

Carrom Mania was a blast. It was organized by the 6th batch seniors and I joined in at the last moment. I tagged with a guy named Rupak and we reached the semi finals together and lost there. It was a tough challenge as the rules were new and the board was of mid-evil times with a plastic set of coins. But, hey, no complaining there, I was willing to practice my playing for anything. At the end, there was a huge dance party and I, for the first time in my life attended a dance party.

I thought of calling it my first prom night but I guess it would have been useless since neither I nor my friends had dates!

However, all the girls of the class were invited and at around 10:30 pm, the dance floor started to heat up.

The interns started dancing and my friends started to join in. I hid behind several of those people who were too shy to perform. For one thing, I was interested in dancing, but my mind was set on finding “her”. I was constantly searching until I found her dancing with her friends.
My heart flattered at the very sight. I let one of the guys pull me in and I joined the crazy floor where everyone was moving and shaking it.

I slowly edged towards her. She looked really pretty in the pink and white top with blue jeans. I have seen her dance before and wasn’t surprised at how flexible she was.
I was dancing close by and one of my friends pushed me towards her. I bumped into her and she stumbled but kept on dancing.

I didn’t give a damn either and kept on dancing. It was one of the most memorable nights. I was having the time of my life. I was shocked when the DJ announced it was 1:30 am in the morning. The girl’s bus came and they left.

***** ***** ***** ***** *****

After they left, I was sitting outside with some of my friends and went inside to get some water.
When I came out, she was standing outside looking at the pouring rain. I asked her what happened and she said that she missed the bus. I asked her whether she wanted to walk. She said she was afraid of the dark.., “Then hold my hand”…I welcomed her and she took it.

We walked the dark roads in the rain. I held her close. The empty silence meant something. It is said that love is a silent language spoken between two hearts.

Suddenly, there was dang-dung and the beautiful picture shattered…I woke up with a start and realized it was just a dream!!!!!

Virtual Conscience: I tricked the devil to become a doctor!

2010-08-01T13:51:00.000+05:00

“I was in real need of a doctor. Rolling the dot pen in my right, I sat with a clip board in my left, just like all the other patients in the long queue, waiting for my turn. Literally speaking, I had no symptoms of a disease affecting my physical well-being, but rather a half disturbed mind, mental poisoning to be accurate. The fear of being kicked out if I don’t get a decent digging out of “this” doctor for my press was overwhelming.

Time passed like a two-toed sloth trying to digest its yesterday’s meal. My palms were getting sweaty and my little brain was taking every ounce of pressure I put on it by mustering all the negative energy I got, picturing every worst case scenario that may happen if anything went wrong today. It was my last shot and failure was not an option!

About half an hour later, the long line of patients seemed to become less in number. It felt like the doctor knew I was here and he was rushing with the check-ups. As the path to my goal got shorter and shorter, I had half a mind of throwing up, or maybe run away and get directly admitted in the mental asylum. The electronic monitor flashed 619 in red and I looked at the piece of paper in my hand. Yup, it was my turn. I slowly stood up, shifted my specs on my nose straightened my tie and entered for my check-up.

I was quiet surprised to notice that this doctors room was very different from the ones I have seen previously. There were microscopes and little beakers with different colors of liquids oozing gas bubbles. He was sitting in a comfy chair with a half expressed smile on his face which gave me an idea that he knew why I was here. The place gave me the haunting of a mad scientists lab, but I proceeded with the professionalism in me at full. “Hello sir, may I please…” I was half completed with my sentence when he cut across, “Have a seat, your face tells me you’re not sick and your Id says you’re a news reporter. Would you like a cup of tea while I help you or should I say, while you help yourself?” OK, that was completely out of the blue, a more than friendly welcome with flawlessly arranged words, I was getting a bad feeling he could read minds!!!

So I proceeded, did as I was told and explained to him my purpose of the visit and with his permission started the interview. For a few seconds, he was answering quiet normally, but the air in the room took a turn when I asked him, “So, how did you become a doctor?”…There was a smile on his face I could not describe, his eyes narrowed and brows flying off his forehead, “Why don’t you switch off the little recorder in your left pocket and I’ll tell you a secret. I hope you’re not a spy from the government trying to bring me down because I have no intention of getting involved in politics…” his smile broadened…

How did he know? I was caught by surprise as my body responded to his words as if strings were attached to my body which he was controlling from his mind! Whether I was in control or not, I didn’t know but my body did what I was told to do. He smiled again… “Do you know my young friend? Health is not just a word you toss around with those boneless tongues of yours; it is majestic in its way and should be said with respect! It has many dimensions. I for one, happen to be a strong believer of the spiritual dimension. I believe in god and the existence of Lucifer, as there is no darkness without light and no evil without good. When I was sent away on to become a doctor, I was captivated by deep sorrow and my deepest desire, freedom. I was a pure soul, thrown into a world created by Lucifer’s followers, to be tested by god. Lucifer was waiting for me in the shadows. He was clever with his plans. I was falling into every trap he ever laid and slowly my soul became tainted with the blood of ebony.

One rainy night, I had a dream…In the silence of total emptiness; there was a flow of energy, one of a demon and that of an angel. They were pressing against a smaller body, a soul asking for directions, trying to win it over. I don’t remember what exactly happened but when I woke up I was sweating. From the corner of my eye, I noticed a silvery shadow cast by the hollow moon which smiled at me and disappeared in the blink of an eye. I knew what I had to do…

The days went by and I completed my MBBS program and came home. You must be wondering how my soul would have been then. Let me tell you one thing, it was half tainted by the darkness but it could not progress further. You see I tricked the devil and became a doctor.

Later, after one year passed, before I went for a MD in Pediatrics, I was visited by the same silvery thing. Call it my imagination, call it hallucination or call it the fallen angel, I don’t care, because when it disappeared my heart was set for a spirit walk. I started my journey towards the holiest of places on earth with a silent prayer from my silhouette, “Dear god, I know I don’t’ deserve this name, but if I truly am the slave of god, please wash away my sins and make me worth of being addressed by that name…”

It has been 15 years since then, and although I may have changed a bit physically, but within me the young slave still dwells, seeking knowledge and bombarding every little plan of Lucifer. In front of me, Lucifer is now a kid with a tail and horns, which can neither, walk nor talk…someone who has been defeated. My goal now is to educate young minds and warn them about Lucifer. I can only guide, I can’t force change…”

I was thunderstruck with the story, the papers in my clipboard were blank and the only thing I could do was stare at the doctor, blankly. I thanked him, got up and left. I threw the clipboard, pen and my ID in the nearest bin and headed home. It was time for a change, time for my spirit journey to begin…”

At this point there was a loud snore from my room partner and I woke up. I was sweating too. A mystical glow was shining onto my pillow by the rising sun…I was confused about what I saw. There was one thought in my mind…I never saw the face of neither the doctor nor the reporter. If it was the future, who was I? The doctor or the reporter…?

2010-07-17T16:20:00.003+05:00

Chapter 6: Heart beats!

13th April 2000

Today was the last day before summer vacation. I had half a mind to go to class but one of my friends, Bishal Acharya asked me to sit out the class until it was over. So I thought why not…let’s just do it…

It was a long and boring day until the lunch break. Just after lunch, I planned on bunking class and Bishal Acharya made me sit glued to my seat.

It was Nair sirs Health promotion class and as usual, without steaming our mind, we just had to switch on the gas in our hands.

Within 30 minutes we finished writing everything and he still didn’t let us leave. Suddenly he said, “Who will sing a song of farewell?” I was laying my head on the desk when the few guys present in the class started screaming my name!

“Ok boy, come up here and sing us a song”. I hesitated just for minute and I stood up with a smile. I knew exactly what to do.

I was handed the microphone when I reached up the stage. I took a deep breath and…

“Ok, so it has been almost 3 months since I’ve been in Nepal and it has been great. This song was taught to me by Bishal Acharya and it goes like this…Eklo jeevan ma kewal saath khojathey…”
Immediately everyone started clapping and all the girls joined in and sang along. For a fraction of a second, I noticed the beautiful smile of the “other” girl along with the smile from my “Bauju”.
I couldn’t take off my eyes from the girls as I was constantly searching for her until…there she was…

There were sparkles all around her as she looked at me from the last bench. She was shy and tried hiding behind her friend. Her smile…it mesmerized my heart…its rhythm changed and it started beating in a new direction!

2010-07-11T16:14:00.001+05:00

Chapter 5: Gawking Gala!

15th March 2000

It’s been a long time since then, but the story still continues. The letter was of no use I guess. I mean there was no response and as time passed, everything went back to normal. I sit in my bench and do my thing and she sits in her bench and does her thing.

However, after the first internal exams (which I passed with flying colors and she failed), I noticed something. I’m a guy who has good eyesight plus hearing (thank god for that), so I usually sit in the back benches.

The thought might have occurred to you that she also moved to the back benches. Well, you’re damn right! What was funny is that, me and her, although we sit at opposite benches, we always sit at the same seat! Sometimes both of us would sit at the edge of the benches and I notice her watching me…and I guess she pretty much noticed it when I just stared at her for at least half an hour during Biochemistry class! The mere gap of feet separated us, but somehow, I think our hearts were connected…

Awaiting your return…

2010-07-03T16:35:00.003+05:00

The rain came, knocked on my window
My gray eyes, filled with sorrow
The pain felt, were tears on my pillow
My lonely soul, it feels so hollow

I was searching for a reason in my mind
I don’t get it, why’d you leave me behind
I’m sorry if I’ve hurt you, maybe I was blind
Tell me, what was it, you were trying to find?

The aching wound, it’s not so shallow
Our crazy past, leaning on my shadow
It’s really hard, hard to even swallow
Tell me why, what made us wallow?

This little reason I’m trying to find
It’s trying hard, trying to escape my mind
But this time around, I’m not so blind
Sorry, I won’t let you leave me behind

Don’t die on me, my dear friend fellow
I’m waiting for you, just by my window
I’m right here, clinging on to hope so shallow
Come back soon, to take away this sorrow

Welcome back to the riverside...

2010-06-08T14:59:00.002+05:00

I couldn’t take the heat of Bhairahawa anymore, so I decided to hit the green hill paradise of Nepal, Pokhara. After a seven hour long journey with one of my friends, Sandy, I was welcomed to their home by Don and Homy. The whole week I spent here was great. If I untie the bag of stories I have from here, it won’t finish till next summer vacation. So let’s cut it short.

Fewa taal.

This is the area where I stayed with Don in his house. It is one of the main tourist attractions of Pokhara and we did boating here a couple of times. After my arrival, I was shortly joined by PP and Dilipo-Filipo. We did boating the whole afternoon, shooting photos and enjoying several snacks throughout.

Power house.

This is not exactly a tourist attraction, but it is a beautiful place to spend some private time. We were showered by the rain half way there, making everything around us as green as ever. We took shelter in a small hut where me and the guys enjoyed a little rain dance.

Davis falls.

I was fortunate to visit this place as I didn’t get a chance to visit this place last time. This time we were accompanied by a crowd of ten and Don was the tour guide. The place was named after the person who fell into the falls…myth or truth, I don’t know. There was a little wishing well at the exit. Although I didn’t believe in that stuff, I flipped a coin just for luck.

Forestry campus.The forestry campus is one place where you can see the “white” river of Pokhara plus, where you find some interesting wildlife. I went there to meet my best friend’s brother, Vivek. It was nice meeting him after a long time and he gave me some post cards.

Manipal Medical College.

The only place where other Maldivians were rumoured to be studying in Nepal was this place. We met our old Biochemistry teacher, who gave us a tour of the place. It was humungus and had better facilities than our own college. What it didn't have was students who respected their teachers and hot girls!

Apart from visiting all these cool places, we played basket ball every evening. We also saw a movie in the theatre, Kites, which I didn’t find that interesting or that boring. I also had diarrhoea for a day and enjoyed a night at the rooftop at my Homy’s place looking at the mountain tops gleaming in silver in the moonlight.

And now, I’m back in Bhairahawa again, and like someone said, time to become a nerd again!

Alone in hell...

2010-06-03T14:51:00.000+05:00

After the guys left, I was one of the three seniors staying in the hostel apart from the juniors. I had huge plans for the remaining 14 days. So I started off with cleaning my room. Boy that was hard work. I upturned all the beds and pulled away the cupboards while cursing the worker who cleans the room. It was so dirty! I sprayed all the little bugs and chased a little mouse out of the room that had made his home inside my room partner’s old shoes. I finished cleaning in 3 hours and took a shower. It was almost 3 in the afternoon and the sun was scorching hot.

The temperature was around 45 degrees and I felt drained. I settled on my bed and immediately fell asleep. When I walk up, I was drenched in sweat. It was around 7 in the evening and yet there was no light and no change in the temperature. The heat added to my boiling temper.

The same night, around 12 midnight, a “helicopter” entered my room and I had to search for him for an hour before I could sleep again. (Helicopter is the name I gave to a big beetle that represents a dung beetle but is in golden yellow color. He’s extremely noisy and loves crawling under dark places which are extremely narrow.)The horrible one day alone in the hostel changed my mind and I had a change of plans…I headed towards Pokhara.

Second year summer break...

2010-05-30T10:10:00.001+05:00

The heat in Bhairahawa was draining everyone out, when the college finally decided to give us a break of 17 days. I already had plans to stay in the hostel and utilize my privacy to do some interesting stuff. And so, the first day kicked off with my room partner heading towards Pokhara to meet a friend. The next thing I knew, I had agreed to go to Palpa with a gang of ten including some very interesting people.

So first stop this vacation: Palpa

Palpa was a beautiful place hidden within the hills. It took us two hours to reach there but for me, it was like 30 minutes as I was half asleep the whole journey. The amazing thing was although the sun was shining, it didn’t have the burning effect of Bhairahawa. Invited by a dusty cyclone, we took rest near the biggest tea pot I have seen so far. We roamed around a bit, going to several places and finally hit Nanglo to have lunch after walking through the largest gates of Asia.Then after a bit of rest in Nanglo, we headed towards the Mission Hospital.

On the way, we walked up and down a hill, catching glimpses of the valley and its natural beauty all around. It was fun enjoying with the guys and I felt a bit relieved and happy that I came along, because I was initially planning to cancel the trip because my room partner was not going.The mission hospital was big and well maintained. The interior was clean and represented qualities that our hospital lacked. After the tour of mission hospital was over, we finally started to search for a place to settle in. Almost all the places were packed and we finally found a place which was far better than most of the places we’ve checked.

The Greenhill Hotel and Lodge was a small 3 story building maintained by a very friendly Aunty and her kiddo was the “DON” of Pokhara. The night fell and we enjoyed a spectacular party in the dining room where I discovered and found out several new things which I didn’t know previously. The party helped me get some answers that I searched for and I was finally free to let go of things. It was fun fun fun and more fun till the last minute before everyone called it a night.

The next morning we went to Ranimal, the Taj Mahal of India in Nepal. It was a long journey on foot where we had to cross 5 hills. We discovered our new symbol and had a great time running up and down the “orallo’s”. The place was beautiful but the inside was hollow as it was being renovated. We didn’t spend much time there, and the journey back to the starting point took us almost 4 hours. Everyone was tired, but we caught a bus and returned safely back to Bhairahawa.

Next morning everyone went their own separate ways, leaving me to my own mischief ;)…

2010-05-25T10:56:00.000+05:00

Chapter 4: The Letter

7th February 2000

After the happenings of the previous events, I had half a mind of sending her another note.
One night me and my friend Bishal Gurung, were alone in my room and I had the craziest idea. I thought of writing a letter! So I started writing one. I completed it and it actually was kinda good. My friend thought I should give it to her. But I had a better idea…
Anyway, first the letter. This is the original..

Dearest,
A letter like this and I kind of have an idea what you may be thinking. But no, this is not a love letter. This may sound ridiculous, but I’m not a person who runs after girls or flirts with them till they drop dead. I just want some friends from the opposite sex.
I mean, I kinda’ miss the friends I have at home, most of the girls there I mean. Because in my +2 class, there used to be only three boys and twenty four girls. We spent 24-7 together so I guess that makes me miss them a lot. Plus I have a feeling that hanging around with boys for the rest of the year or maybe 6 years time may “gay me out”.
So please, just friends? Mujse dhosti karoge?

Anyway, what I did was I wrote 2 letters, gave one to her and the other to the second girl. See ya :p

Parasites...

2010-05-20T10:53:00.006+05:00

Normally, in the world of Medicine, in simple terms a parasite is an organism which requires a host to survive as it obtains food and shelter from the host. The host is harmed while the parasite survives. Until now, I thought as parasites as organisms that existed only in the medical world. But, if you take a closer look at our existence, you’ll be surprised to find parasites among Homo Sapiens too.

I’ve spend nearly one tenth of a decade in a place far away from home, with friends and no family. I’ve met so many different people in this short period of time and I’ve got to say that there is one particular disease the Human parasites love enhancing; Mental Poisoning or Emotional Blackmail.

Nobody can survive very long only on food and water without companionship. Somehow or another, a person must find away to interact with another to feel as part of the same existence. When we meet people who share a common interest, we call them friends. We share each others happiness and sorrows together eventually leading to a good relationship built up on the foundation of trust.

After trusting a person, we open up a bit, crawl out of that shell we’ve been hiding in for so long. We taste the sweet smell of a whole new world and we become free fliers. We expand our borders of freedom and start dominating our lives and that’s when the true personality of a person shines. We start discovering ourselves as we slowly discover the nature of the people around us.

Now let me tell you how to identify a human parasite. The human parasites have three major characteristic features. One, they are your friends. Two, they’ve got a huge Ego problem and three, they love backbiting.

If you tell them that they're making a mistake or doing something wrong, they'll tell you that they’re always right and you’re the one who’s wrong. If by chance you become closer to one of their friends than them, they’ll tell you not to get in between them and friends. If you tell them a secret, they remember to spread it out as soon as you’re out of ear shot. If you tell them not to commit crime, they’ll tell you that you’re not their father to order them around.

If they're“high” and you tell them something, the next day they’ll come and say you tried to shoot us down while we were flying high. If they're enjoying with their friends with you alongside and when you’re invited by their friends to join in the fun, they’ll say he’s not one of us, leave him out. When you’re not around they love polishing your name with mud and making you look like a low life. When they want something, they’ll come to you and say that you’re the best, when they get what they want, you’re just one of those “other” people around. When you ask why, they just say you’re different and they only hang out with people like them!

I haven’t discovered any particular cure for this, but there was a saying in one of the Community Medicine books I read, “Prevention is better than cure”.
So, I guess it’s not important to put all your trust in your friends, sometimes learn to use your enemies too.

2010-05-15T10:47:00.004+05:00

Chapter 3: Luck and Notes

3rd February 2000

Finally they caught me and dumped me into the Freshers, I was supposed to be the slave master…It was a horrible day for me as I was woken up by the seniors to hit the stage at 10 in the morning without any breakfast. I was in the back stage dressing up (it didn't look like a slave masters clothes, more like a girls bathing suit) when I saw the nervous faces of my batch mates lining up. I was ready to tease them with the huge stick like thing I had and was about to go when my eyes caught a glimpse of her. Wearing typical Nepali clothes she looked…

I was spellbound by her very sight. The senior said that all I had to do was escort them to the stage. I was thinking that this was my lucky day. Suddenly, out of nowhere, the host of the show appeared. "You there" pointing at me she said, "You'll escort the boys!" My face shattered like glass. It felt like a stupid little black cloud was hovering above my head, shooting thunder bolts with heavy rain. Jeeeeeeeeeeeeeez…why me and why now!

The show was amazing any how. I did as I was told and I got the chance to watch her dance. Not, the whole thing but just glimpses. It wasn't so bad I guess. Anyway at the end of the show I was just changing in the changing room with a howling stomach when all of a sudden the door opened and there she stood! A sweat drop clinging on the back of my forehead, I was only in my half pants and body naked. She just stared and I stared back. "Sorry" she blurted out and went away and I collapsed on the chair behind me with a sigh. I guess it was my lucky day after all.

This morning in class, I wrote a note to her. It said,
"Congrats on becoming Ms. Freshers 2000. I passed a note 'cause I didn't want to create a scene."

= Maldives =

(Nazim)

I expected an immediate reply, but instead she passed the note around and a lot of heads turned in my direction. I was kinda' embarrassed. But as usual, my split personality was greater.
I was feeling down when the thought occurred to me that she might just ignore it. I mean who was I right? A complete stranger…

After class I was having lunch and one of the guys came with a note. He was smiling. I opened it and it said…
Thank you….. = _ _ _ _ _=

2010-04-20T15:44:00.000+05:00

Chapter two: Facts and reasons

31st January 2000

It’s funny how it actually started. I mean I never looked at any girl in class seriously. One fine morning, I just walked into class and she smiled at me. That’s how I noticed the first girl in the first bench. To tell you the truth, I’m straight and I’m not gay. But still, even though the fact remained, I had no interest in getting myself hooked up with girl for time pass; typically, it means I’m not a jerk! I had no intention of falling into a deep whole from where I couldn’t pick myself up or something, ‘cause I’ve been there and done that.

It was just after lunch again, me and Bishal were returning to class and Bishal took a detour to the boys “common room” and I made my way to class. There she was again, looking at me and smiling again. There definitely was eye contact and people say that eye contact means something. Yet I took it lightly, I think I smiled back but passed the day as usual. I’m sure nothing had happened ‘cause, I heard no violins and I saw no rainbows.

Later, while we were walking back to the hostel, I confessed this to Bishal and he said to me that girls smiled at you for two reasons, 1. They like you (in a friendly way), 2. They’re teasing you. For a moment I pondered on the facts and imagined myself, a big walrus with pot-belly and thin limbs, yea right! She was probably teasing me. Hey, don’t get me wrong, I may be a bit bulky (5’8” and 96 Kilos), still I don’t fail to cast my charm on the opposite sex and look sexy!

Well, the practices for “Freshers” have begun as well. It’s actually a mass ragging type of thing where all the juniors will be on stage and you’ll perform and you’ll be rated and if you fail to catch the bar, you’ll be ragged by all the seniors there. Imagine the horror! Well, to tell you the truth, I can’t ‘cause I’m not part of it. Catch ya laiters amigo. Night..

Someone to lean on....

2010-04-15T15:48:00.001+05:00

Walking on a moonless night
Everyone has someone to lean on
Silently searching for a ray of light
Alone I didn’t want to go on

As the loneliness surrounds me
A tear drop clings on to my lashes
I smile for myself as I hear it plea
Don’t let me fall into the ashes

Head down, I slowly turn around
Even my shadow seems to have left me
I wanted to cry, but couldn’t make a sound
Why me lord, why me

Friends they say they are
So I hold on to them all the time
I wish I had something fun to share
So that at least I too would feel fine

In their own world they fly on
And here I am in my own little world
Waiting for someone to break the wall
So that I too find someone to lean on…

A doctors secret life...

2010-04-10T15:38:00.001+05:00

Chapter one: The book with no name

Cold wind struck my face as I took my first few steps towards the hospital. A Punjabi guy came trotting along to greet me and lead me to one of those hospital cabins as the hostel was full at the moment. I opened the door to my new room and switched on the lights. The guy put my luggage in and left. I stood there for a while and stared at the total emptiness. “So, this is it…” I thought to myself. Tears stung my eyes as I realized that this was the place I was going to spend six whole years of my life, alone, away from family and friends. I slowly unpacked, changed and crawled under the blankets and tried to sleep. Sweet but now painful memories of home rocked me away into a dreamland of nothingness.

The very next morning, I woke up early, got dressed and sat on my bed hoping that someone would bring me breakfast. I mean that’s how they should treat a new student right. I waited and waited, but no one came. After two hours of waiting, I thought to myself, mom isn’t here anymore…time to pick myself up and welcome a new life in a new place. I stood up, locked my room and started searching for food like a stray dog.

I managed to walk out the hospital and found cubicles of shops everywhere. I had some money, so I bought some fruits and went back to my room. The day passed slowly as I lay on my bed doing nothing and just thinking about the year ahead when all of a sudden someone knocked on my door. “Hello, my name is Dean. You must be the new student. Nice to meet you…” I thought it was good manners, so I smiled and introduced myself properly.

We sat down and he told me everything about the college and the rules. He didn’t waste time telling me about the seniors and ragging. I was astonished to be introduced into a whole new world of torture! After sometime we went out and had some tea and returned to his room where I met more Nepali boys. My mind strayed away from home as I found company and I enjoyed myself telling them about my home land. The next thing I knew, it was already dinner time. (Where the hell did all the time go?) After a typical Nepali dinner, which consisted of basically rice, dhal and vegetables I returned to my room and started to settle in.

I opened my cupboard and started dusting it when my eyes fell upon a small black book. I took it out and flipped the pages casually. The black ink reminded me of a doctor’s prescription. I switched off the tube light and put on the study lamp at my table as I sat down examining the little black book. It had no name, just the numbers “2000” imprinted upon it in gold writing…I didn’t mean to invade others privacy or anything but out of curiosity, I started reading…

29th January 2000

“….It has been two full days since I got here and still, I can’t help missing my family. The food in the canteen sucks and it reminds me of the half empty dinner plates I left at home. I mean come on, who is willing to spend the rest of their life eating rabbit food? There’s no internet as well and I can’t even use facebook. Jesus, you can’t imagine the BOREDOM!!! Anyway, I’ve made friends, but most of the time they talk in Nepali. I don’t understand anything they say. I sometimes wonder whether they talk about me.

Today some new guys came to the cabin side as the hostel was full. Bishal, Sushan, Krishna and another Bishal. Just like the other Nepali boys, they seemed nice and very friendly. I just sat there listening to them chat and the guy called Bishal, the tall Bishal I mean, asked me whether I was alright. I said I’m always fine and have no problems at all. He wondered why I was keeping so quiet and I told him that I’m from Maldives and I don’t understand their language at all. So he started to talk in English and I thanked him…Otherwise, nothing much..

But, before I jot down the last full stop, let me tell you something. The girls in the class are hot and someone has already caught my attention! See ya. Night…”

The first page gave me feeling that I was going to enjoy reading a seniors diary. There was still time before twelve…so I thought I’ll keep on reading and if it got interesting, maybe reading till sunrise wouldn’t be a waste of sleep…I flipped the page and started reading again…

200 & nine!

2010-02-16T18:23:00.000+05:00

Another year, GONE! For all you Harry Potter fans that phrase may sound quiet familiar. Anyway, I apologise for keeping you in the dark, un-entertained. If I’d be searching for an excuse, it’d just be this one word, LIFE.

I never knew that when I took the first step towards something real in my life, I would have to make a lot of sacrifices. I don’t even remember how fast the year went. The only entities that I can re-call in a flash back of the gone year is a lot of tears when I buckled up to start walking towards the light, leaving my family and beloved ones behind…The new friends made, trust and loyalty, determination and disrespect, the countless mistakes and how I picked myself up…The happiness at the end of the year when I finally got a break to meet those who made me miss them so much. But that’s all behind me now. It’s a new year, a new dawn and already I find myself trying to find out as much as I can about myself and the end.

I strayed off my path last year and broke a few promises to heal the some opened wounds. Everyone is selfish. This world is selfish. That’s one thing I learned the hard way. It has always been difficult to expect the truth but honestly speaking, I can’t tell you how much I have changed. I can feel a difference. It’s either me or the world around me.

So in this new chapter of life, I’d like to start off with no promises. I’ll try my best to buy you guys sometime and thanks for coming back and the interest you show. That’s the only fuel that keeps my engines running.

IBMS - Is becoming my sorrow

2009-11-19T18:29:00.004+05:00

Guys, I'm sorry I haven't been in touch for a long time. But if you must know, I have been busy with my final preparations for the board exams. I don't remember ever studying like this in my life. But, the good news is I'm coming home soon...I'll be back with you guys, really soon. Thats a promise...

Time for a change...

2009-10-25T16:16:00.003+05:00

My dear readers, I'm sorry that I'm not able to keep in touch with you lately. I'm kinda busy with my first year final exam preparations. But I do have few stories to tell you more before this year comes to a close.
The harsh heat of the summer is drawing to an end as the Autumn sun waits to shine on the trees, making their leaves hazel and I'm waiting to see them fall lightly on the cold earth. I've done some winter shopping already as I won't have time once my exams start off.
I also think it's time for a change. As usual, my template designer is going to create something awesome 'cause I've got one excellent idea for a cool template. It's been stored in my imagination for a while, so I thought I'll share it with you guys...
I'd kindly request for some patience while I try to bring out the beauty of my favorite month for your pleasure. And by the way, if you read romantic novels and stories, you would know that this month is perfect for the new bloomings of love as well. I guess that sounded like your daily horoscope. Hehehe...Catch ya laiter...

2009-10-06T18:49:00.001+05:00

My trip to Bhaktapur...

It was amazing how the ancient place reminded me of the days I sat in front of National Geography channel and wondered how amazing ancient China was. I had a great adventure to share with you guys...Here they are...Look at the art...It's amazing..My camera ain't working, so sorry for the bad pics. It's all I can manage for now. Hope you like them.

2009-10-05T18:34:00.003+05:00

Last night…

Here’s something that really happened to me last night. No “guffs”, no story, but a piece of myself and my life…I actually don’t care whether you believe me or not!

They share a cigarette and I’m left out

‘Cause I don’t smoke

They share a beer and I’m left out

‘Cause I’m an odd bloke

Feeling lonely I just “wanna” go out

I feel sleepy then and there

Next thing I know I’m wide awake

I feel that my life ain’t fair

Next thing I know, I don’t wanna be a fake

I wanna be myself again O’ yeah!

I get dressed and welcome the moonless night

I walk out the gate and feel my freedom

I had an adventure, you won’t believe in light

I saw the three most amazing things seen seldom

I couldn’t believe my luck or what was in sight

A blue butterfly sitting on the ground

A white crow smelling a flower

And a red dragon fly that is rarely found

I didn’t know what to do in the next hour

So I just sat there without making a sound

Well the thing was, I was missing home badly because lately some of my friends here have started changing. So I kinda’ feel more homesick these days. Last night, I was so sleepy but they wanted to stay up and enjoy. When they felt sleepy, I felt wide awake. And you already know what I did. But I ain’t telling them who had the real fun ;) Our little secret :P

I came back after watching the sun rise..after they flew away…and wrote this!

2009-10-03T18:44:00.002+05:00

Autumn Memories...

The last few days, I was in Kathmandu, the capital of Nepal. We got some time off our studies because of one of their festivals, Dashain. It's one of the two biggest festivals here, where they go to visit their relatives and get there blessings. I was with one of my friends and he took me around with him. Every house he visited, his uncles and aunts, cousin brothers and sisters would chat with him, laugh with him, hug him, give him a five or tell him that he'll be a great person in the near future. I enjoyed with his families alot, but it made me miss my family and home as well.

I wonder if I go back home things would be the same or different. I miss all te little scoldings of mom and dad, I miss pinching my little bro and teasing my little sis. I miss my friends, specially those who miss me the most.

The great thing with memories is that, whenever you're down or unhappy, those memories give you a warm hug and you suddenly smile and know that everything's gonna be alright. So before you leave someone, make sure every moment you spend with that person is memorable. Don't waste your time judging them, 'cause if you do, you want find time to love them and your wallet of happy memories will be empty...

2009-09-28T15:46:00.001+05:00

Cut-out…

Reading books are good for health. You know why? ’Cause you find stuff like this inside them…

First experience

It’s your first time. As you lie back, your muscles tighten. He has had more experience but it’s the first time that his fingers had found the right place. He pokes deeply and you shiver your body tensely but he is gentle like he promised to be. He looks deeply within your eyes and tells you to trust him. He has done this many times before. His cool smile relaxes you and you open wider to give him more room for an easy entrance. You begin to plead and beg him to hurry but he slowly takes his time wanting to cause you as little pain as possible.

As he presses closer, goes deeper, you feel the slight trickle of blood as he continues. He looks at you and asks you if it’s too painful. Your eyes are filled with tears but you shake your head and ask for him to go on. He begins going in and out within you but you are now too much numb to feel him within you, something bursting within you and he put it out of you. You lay panting glad to have it over. He looks at you and says that you have been his most stubborn yet. Most rewarding experience, you smile and thank your DENTIST. After all, it was your first time to have a teeth pulled out.

HEY! WHAT WERE YOU THINKING???!!!

I pulled this little “teeth” out of the annual magazine of my college “SIMRIK 10^th issue”. I thought of correcting the grammar, but if I did, it won’t be a cut-out right? And there was no author as well. Hope you liked it.

2009-09-24T15:52:00.005+05:00

How to break a heart

Conceived in my heart, born in her eyes

Slid down my cheek, on her lip it dies

I held her close and hugged her tight

I whispered in her ear something just right

“Look up in the sky

If the little sparrows are flying

Then the person you love is loving you too…

Search the frozen garden

If a little red flower is blooming

Then the person you love is loving you too

Sit by the crystal lake

If you see your reflection smiling

Then the person you love is loving you too…”

I let her go, bid her goodbye

Please smile, please don’t cry

My love for you has always been true

I promise I’ll grow old with you

Two years passed and I came back to Rome

I went to see her and she wasn’t home

I searched for her from dusk till dawn

I searched for my love, where had she gone

Drenched in sweat, I needed to rest

Down by the oak tree, that’s where I sat

I longed to see her, ‘cause here’s where we met

“I’d wait for you”, that’s what she had said

I closed my eyes and thought of her

That’s when I heard some voices near

“My love for you has always been true,

I promise I’ll grow old with you”

With a joyous smile, I opened my eyes

With another man, she was standing by

He held her arms, kissed it tight

They walked away and I was lost in light

They say trust no girls, not even few

How to break a heart, I guess she knew

She broke my heart, not in two

Yet those pieces still silently cry…“I love you…”

2009-09-24T15:38:00.003+05:00

Learning to let go…

This article is dedicated to someone who’s getting hurt by the people he love…Man, I may not be Mother Terresa to give you wise words of advise and I may not be William Shakepear to arrange my words in such a sequenc so that your heart falls upon it immediately…But this is something just for you from me…

Life is not always fair. There are ups and downs that we have to cope with. Nothing goes according to plan (if it did, you could have surprised me easily). We can only predict the weather, not the future. Everyday in our lives, people come and go. But the people who stay with us for a little longer becomes part of our lives. We share a part of our life with them. When the time comes for them to leave…we just don’t want to see them go away. We don’t want to miss them. We don’t want to feel lonely in their abscense. We fear that the next time we meet, things won’t be the same. Bottom line is we just don’t want to loose them. What we don’t realise is that everything happens for a reason.

Is it our mistake that we care for people too much? Is it our mistake that we love others unconditionally. Is it our mistake that we dedicate too much to the special relationships we have. Don’tbe confused, no, these aren’t mistakes. These are the things that really matter in life. If you care for someone, you have a reason to live, to love someone unconditionally is a great feeling and when you have a special bond, you have a reason to smile.

Please understand, you and me, we’re on the same boat. We didn’t ask for these things, but it happened. But when it happened we accepted it and now we’re afraid that this beautiful chapter of our life is going to be over.

Remember that day in the rexar you asked me “Do you believe in reincarnation?” and I didn’t answer at that time. My answer is No, I don’t believe in it. You already know why. Someone I really cared about died. I tried everything in my power to bring that person back from the dead. But she didn’t come back. Everyday is a pain seeing that person and knowing that she’s not the real her but someone else. She constantly keeps telling me that I’m the same person, but anyone can tell the difference between oil and water. I thought I new how to save a life and I stayed up all night…but she didn’t realize it…and I couldn’t do anything about it when she just got up and left…

You should never weep for those who don’t value your tears. You shouldn’t love someone thinking that you’ll be loved in return. You should be strong enough to let go of the thing you love the most because someday it’ll leave you. My life has taught me this much. But I don’t know why I still can’t see him hurt…that’s why I pretend that everythings alright and say “I’m always fine”…All I’m trying to be is strong. The sweet memories are always in our past. So we should be strong enough not to look back and regret things, but to look back, smile at the beautiful moments we had. It’s just the choices we make…

Tell me something, If you were in the midst of a war and you had 3 options, a sword, a shield and a medikit…but you could only choose one…Will you take the sword and choose to kill…? Will you take the shield and try to defend yourself…? Will you take the medikit to heal yourself when you’re injured…? Or will you take nothing because you can’t take all 3? The choice is yours.

2009-06-14T16:19:00.000+05:00

Last stop: Katmandu
I satyed in katmandu with one of my best friends here in Nepal, Bishal Gurung...Well, Katmandu reminds me of male'...Anyway, had a great time here tooo....See ya after ma next exams or maybe even sooner ;)

2009-06-13T10:53:00.000+05:00

Next stop: Chitwan
Chitwan is the home of one of my best buddies here Goofy a.k.a Sushan. It was a nice ride to Sauraha (to ride the elephants) in the horse cart, but coming back on one was a nightmare...ask me why ;)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY NONS!!!

2009-06-12T10:33:00.002+05:00

SUMMER VACATION COMES TO AN END...

Guys, it was a blast during my first summer vacation...Here's a recap of this vacation..Don't worry, u may not see me in the foto's but they speak for themselves..We'll visit the 3 places one at a time...

First stop: Nawalparasi
Its a beutiful village, where my good friend Krishna lives. My first thought about the place was..A pianted picture in real life!

2009-06-10T13:22:00.000+05:00

Success is 99% perspiration and 1% inspiration.

Mornings are often better off with a mug of coffee in one hand and the daily paper in the other. The first page, sports section, a picture on the side with a guy in a Velvet coat holding a trophy and highlighted in bold on the top, “CRISTIANO RONALDO WINS FIFA PLAYER OF THE YEAR 2008”. It’s amusing how a smile spreads across our face as we continue reading, secretly admiring him and hiding the simple wish that “if I were him…” Its funny how we only admire people for what they are today while giving a blind eye to whom that person was, what he has gone through to become who he is.

Success is one of the ideal bases of life on which one depends to draw an image of him in the society. It is something we have to achieve, something we have to work for, something we have to chase if we want to define ourselves.

But then again, one wonders what this seven letter word literally means? The dictionary is the only place where success comes before work but as for me, success is a chain reaction. Don’t mug up your face and go all blank, but more or less, if you think about it, it really is a chain reaction!
Let me make it “fact-full” and simple. Success in education leads to success in higher studies. Success in higher studies leads to a success in the career of choice. Success in career leads to success in life and ultimate success achieved happiness. See what I mean?

As every thing has a price, success itself comes with a tag; time and devotion, bone cracking work and sweaty hours of non-stop action. Not much of a price to pay if you really want something from your heart because you are the only one who’ll reap the benefits of your work. Lastly, to climb that tall ladder of success you just need a bit of hope, love and inspiration from your parents and trusted friends. Giving up is not an option because life is a real failure when you do not realize how close you were to success when you gave up.

In the end, when you finally achieve success, you’ll realize two very important things in life. One, Success is 99% perspiration and 1% inspiration. Two, Success lies not in time, place or circumstances, but in you…yourself.

2009-06-09T13:19:00.000+05:00

Loosing something...

There is a saying which goes like; you realize the value of something when you loose it. It's actually true. When we crave for something, we dream of it as to be the thing which will perfect our lives, but once we get it, we tend to miss-use it, or most of the times, just throw it away or forget about it. It’s actually wise to bear the thought in mind that we don't have a hand in fate, and the things we want don't always end up coming to us in the right package. Sometimes we are so lost in our own fantasies, dreaming about the thing we want the most, we don't realize we over shadow the fact that we actually have the thing we need right beside us, but not in the most perfect way. When we loose it, it’s just a bit too late and have a certain wish to turn back time. Then, in an indirect manner, we wish that we were perfect...Makes me laugh sometimes 'cause we think that we are matured enough when we become teenagers, but I can't help thinking how naive we are sometimes...Am I wrong? Anyway just wondering whether you have faced this situation? I know I have...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LALLU!!!

2009-06-08T13:08:00.003+05:00

In the end...

I guess this was the end of the story between "us"...23 January 2009...22:23pm..

Sorry was the last words she said
And with that she started to walk away
Her voice, the only word echoing in my head
Sorry...I guess that's when I lost my way

Little drops of rain splashed on my face
Hot tears chased down my cheeks
Of life, just another incomplete phase
Where a broken heart, for itself speaks

"A thousand and nintey nine days I loved you
Broken into a million pieces I am
I thought you loved me the same way too
Still each of those pieces loves you just the same..."

With the faint beats that kept on pulsing
The icy winds made me shiver
The flickering flame of hope freezing
I guess she'll be mine, never

Felt good somehow standing in the rain
'Cause no one could see me crying
No one would see those scars of pain
And she won't know that this love is dieing

The last 365 days of my teenage someone said
True that I may be moving a bit too slow
I guess this was once a chance I had
Three years back, long long ago

Two choices I had
Two paths, one to my left and one to my right
A smile, enough tears I've shed
My promise, witnessed by the silent night

I decieded to go neither way
I chose to walk the path infront of me
The road sign on the board whispered with a sway
Shining at the end, true love, that's she...

The End...

Anyway, guys, lets see how much you've understood..."Two paths, one to my left and one to my right"...what were they? :p expecting answers from alot of people who know the story ;)

2009-05-28T19:03:00.003+05:00

NEFM - NEPALI STYLE!!!

NAMASTEEEEEEEEEI NEpal and welcome to your favourite show, NEFm with the coolest RJ, Hoobustank!! Today was one of those days which I met a typical teenager of Nepal, doing what they do best. I know some people think my life is dramatic, but believe me I don't make it dramatic. It just is! So makesure you have a wild imagination before you start reading this ;)

Today I went to the zoo with some of my mates here. We were almost done oggling at the animals like ten year olds when one of them thought of boating in the river. Quiet unluckily I landed with four eakles which were to be blown away by the wind any moment. But don't worry, they are big at the right places... ;)

Anyway, while paddling through the green lake I saw a "circular rotating thing used in carnivals" in at the end. So we qucikly hurried there. Seven guys went for round one and it was amazing!! So we went up for round two! This time three guys went first and I stayed down to video it. A lot of high school girls and boys were smooching at corners, in public (don't worry, they weren't that good at kissing, so you don't need to imagine it too much) and there was this innocent lonely guy standing there. I thought he had no money for the ride.

I went and stood next to him. Guess what he said? "I don't have to pay for the sight I'm seeing. Its much better then riding." I was puzzled and searched the whole area but I could spot no such thing. I asked him what it was and he replied..
"Every time the coster goes up, I get to see the under the skirt of all those cute girls. So far everyones wearing something inside. Just waiting for my luck...!"

Next moment it stopped. Aged ladies got on the ride and they were dressed pretty badly, and guess what? When the ride started, that teenager fainted! I guess he got what he wanted. Or maybe there was a "special" type of female on board...You know, the ones who like "trans-plants"...What? They are just plants right? Roots with two onions and a really long or short, burnt or lightly fried flower stalk bearing a pink or purple flower!

CHao guys...

2009-05-27T18:06:00.003+05:00

Tasting the Winds of Freedom...

This is how my life has changed since I reached Nepal. We define freedom in so many ways yet we don't know when we are free or when we are over-riding the freedom of others. As for me, I now know what freedom is like. This foto was taken from my room partners N71 on the roof top of our hospital cabin. If anyone found out, we would have been in big trouble. Then again whats life without a bit of mischief and fun?

2009-05-02T11:14:00.002+05:00

SOrry!
Hey guys, sorry for the long gap between the posts...Was busy with my first exams...It was really tough... ;) The sunsets around seven pm in the night and it rises at half past five in the morning...I don't need an alarm clock because the little sparrows and robins who have made nests below my window start singing their tune for breakfast...The night is alive with music with the frogs croaking, the bats weening and the cats crawling...And the rest of the day is awesome with all my cabin mates and new friends...Come to think of it, I don't miss home that much right now...Maybe that's the reason why my mouth has been shooting off with NEFM non-stop last two days and my friends are having belly aches...Jeez, I wonder why...Can you guess? I'll be back with another post really soon...Until then ADIOS AMIGOS!!!

I'M BAAACCKKK!!!!!!

2009-03-14T16:24:00.003+05:00

Holaring to you all from Nepal, finally, after a month of hard work I have broken through those barriers which tried to keep me away from my readers. I apologize for the "lambaaaa" duration it took. Anyway the first post in Nepal, (my heart is racing, so much to write, don't know where to start from). OK, ok..

Nepal is a mountain range country with unbelievably kind people who suffer alot due to political revolutions and influence of India. I landed in this beautiful country on the 24th of January 2009 and reached my new home town, Bhairahawa late that night. Firstly I was alone and knew no one. So the first day I had three apples for breakfast, lunch and dinner. It was very cold then.

I met some friends on the 28th of January when first I attended class. I didn't know what was so special about me, the Nepalese boys welcomed me like their own brother. They taught me the rules and dressed me like a Nepalie so that I was safe. I can't thank them enough for that. After that I was welcomed by ghosts on the third night, but thats another story...

So far, I have got my visa and found this rural town quiet peaceful and easy to live apart from poor internet and mobile services. I do miss home, family, friends and Naruto so much. I'm currently in a cyber but am planning to get my own connection as soon as possible.

I also met this girl who looks so much like Ziusha. She actually looked at me and smiled and there definitly was a spark. Yet again, thats another story so I guess you'll have to wait for it.

Finally coming to my studies, MBBS is not as easy as it sounds, 8 major subjects and 18 sub-classes to study this year. I have a lot to do and a lot of preparations before April 6th because there is an internal exam on that date. Practicals are starting next Monday and in the first class we have to examine dead bodies. NAKED bodies..hehehe..I have lost a lot of weight and have some pics which cannot be updated due to poor computer services here. But, I promise I'll find a break through and update it...Until next time...

Cross roads of destiny...

2009-01-20T16:53:00.003+05:00

I’m leaving pretty soon and I just thought I’d share something with you guys. I’m pretty nervous and excited about going and at the same time I can hardly imagine how much I’m gonna miss everything here. This is my home, where I was born and raised, educated and where I have friends. I never actually thought that this day would come so quickly. I’ve learned a lot here, I found love here and though nothing has been perfect, I learned to smile through those imperfections.

I have been hiding something from you guys and I’m sorry that if anyone feels that I should have shared this with them earlier. The truth is, since a very young age, I’ve always wanted to run away. Problem is I never actually knew why or where to. Funny isn’t it?

However, now I do have reasons and I guess I’ve got a place to go to. I want to prove myself, test my limits to see what I’m capable of. I want to re-discover myself, experience new things and to feel what it means to color ones dreams. I’ve always felt that here at home, someone or something, I dunno, suppresses me somehow, you know, stops me from reaching the stars.

Then again, when I ask myself what is the purpose of all these dreams, the purpose of going through some stupid training or something, I go all blank. It makes me laugh when I end up at a closed road with a tall brick wall saying “dead end”. Can’t help thinking that I’ve got to break through, spread my wings, fly high up into the sky and soar through the clouds. Sounds like a Disney cartoon right? Anyway with so many answers to find and so much knowledge to gain, I’m not going to fritter away this opportunity which I got thanks to almighty Allah.

I’ll keep you guys updated through my blog about this whole new journey which I’m going to undertake starting 24th this month. I don’t know when I’ll be posting the next post, but do keep in touch. So with tears of joy in my eyes, I say “bismillah” and start walking towards the boulevard of destiny. I’ve already started missing you guys…

Song Dedication...

2009-01-11T23:42:00.002+05:00

To my best friend,

To my dearest popsy,

To my dearest Swyts,

To my dearest Bubbly,

To all my "parliament" friends,

And to all of you put together,

A totally "obi" song!

2009-01-11T23:36:00.002+05:00

("obi" means awesome in Dhivehi) This is a fantastic song...But I dedicate it to no one, 'cause I have no one to dedicate this song to...Hope you guys enjoy...

06 - ONE - 09'

2009-01-09T22:49:00.003+05:00

The day might have passed, but I sure will treasure every moment of that day. It was one of those days that rarely come by. I'm n longer 18, my friends made sure t make a point out of that. Hmmm....19...It feels like...I dunno...I can't express my feelings with mere words.

When I became 18, I let out all my feelings under the setting sun, standing on a rock beached in the lagoon. When I became 19, I wanted to do something new. So I actually decided to be just me for the day, simple, quiet, doing something useless and away from other people. But, my friends had something else in mind.

Just as the same as last year, they gave me a surprise party, which of course was master minded by non other than Ads, my best friend, popsy, my "to-be-sister-in-law", swyt, my lawfully wedded text mate, and last but not least, bubbles, one of those rare people whom I share my feelings with. A couple of my classmates attended too...To be honest, I was very surprised. I didn't know what to say and I can't thank them enough for making me so special. I received two presents, actually 3! Two from bubbles and one from my "name twin", Ximna.

I had my farewell last night, was pretty awesome meeting with long time buds from kindergarten, family and relatives. I received awesome presents. Once again I can't tell them what it means to me to have received such special gifts. I earned loads of stuff when I was 18 and I got so many new experiences. It was amazing to be 18. And so, as someone reminded me on my birthday, the last 365 days as a teenager has begun...

Oh, and guys, I'll always be there for you...

Time to leave-End of 2008

2008-12-31T17:52:00.003+05:00

Another year gone..It seems like only yesterday when I turned 18...and yet seems like my time here is already over, just 16 more days left...Guys I'm leaving to Nepal on the 16th of January for a fully paid medical scholar ship. Its gonna take me 8 long years to be back. I'm sorry to tell you that I might not be online for a month until I get settled. So lets see now....Year 2008...If I tell you nothing has changed and every things the same, I'd be lying to you straight in the face. Everything has changed...my beloved Maldives, the people, surroundings, friends and life...nothings the same. Well I guess they'll never be the same since I love experiencing new stuff huh...That enough for a review of 2008? C'mon guys, if I had t write details I'd have to write a book. Anyway I'll be back and HAPPY NEW YEAR 2009!

The story of a bird...

2008-12-22T11:34:00.004+05:00

Guys, within the past two days I've got two new friends. One is a Han's Macaw whom I named Archie. The other is a female Eclectus. I haven't named her yet. When first I saw the Eclectus last night, I noticed something. The other pet Eclectuses I've seen were always in a very bright mood. However, this one was kind'a stern looking with an unusual aura of darkness in its eyes which seemed very familiar to me. I asked the guy (who gave it to me) about its history. He said that it was left alone in his house and everyone who came in would always pick on it. He said it was alone in his house for 1 whole year since he now lives in Colombo. So he thought he'd give it to me. After a while I suddenly remembered its eyes and where I've seen it before. It was the eyes of a teenage boy I once knew...These birds need a lot of company and play time. Shes not that friendly and I don't blame her for biting half my finger off 'cause thats the result of being lonely. But I ain't gonna give up on this one. Like Archie, shes gonna be one of my best friends! Anyway, guys, why don't you help me name her?

What it feels like...

2008-12-08T01:11:00.005+05:00

Do you know what it feels like
When someone hears you say I hate you
When someone is alone and he doesn't know what to do

Do you know what it feels like
When friends say they trust you
But they back stab you and you have no clue

Do you know what it feels like
When someone has a family, the best
Who cares about themselves, but not the rest

Do you know what it feels like
When someone is punished for a crime he didn't commit
When someone is dead inside, smiling on the out, damn it!

Do you know what it feels like
When someone has this snide little voice
Inside his head, repeating, saying he has no choice

Do you know what it feels like
When someone has to put a fake smile on his face
But really, half broken, inside, thats not really his case

Do you know what it feels like
When someone pretends to be someone he's not
To avoid the smile on another's face coming to a stop

And do you know what it feels like
When everything happens to someones dislike
And he tries to run away, trying to take a hike
Yet, you think you know what it feels like...

Winking...

2008-12-04T18:39:00.000+05:00

You know, up until now, I have never thought winking is kind'a wierd...I mean think about it..Why do people wink? To find the answer for this tricky little bugger, I did a little research...Heres the naughty little answer...

Definition: A wink is an informal mode of communication, a facial expression made by briefly closing one eye, indicating shared, secret knowledge.

It maybe used as a sign of sexual invitation or flirtation amongst the western people while most of central Asia sees winking as a rude gesture…

Caution: Not all of you can wink...SO be careful what you wish for...This is because some people attract the non-opposite sex by winking for their benefits. Don't tell me I didn't warn you...Chao

Song of the month....

2008-12-02T18:33:00.003+05:00

Well, sometimes people just forget that I'M JUST A KID!!!

Child Abuse...

2008-11-19T14:24:00.003+05:00

Every new born is special. A baby is a shining beam of light that lightens up two peoples lives in the most amazing ways. Sadly some people see this light as a burden. Every child needs the love of parents, the hug from a brother and a kiss from a sister. Every child deserves a smile on their face. But for those who see pleasure in the pain of others, a tear in a little child's eye is joy.

When we say child abuse, it doesn't only mean physical harm. An abuse can be considered as emotional blows as well. Why do it? Just for the fun of it? What fun do you see in a tear that passes down a child's face? It hurts to see a child lonely and stressed out...

Tell me something...What do you feel when you see the pictures below?

Now see this video...

What do you think now?

Walking through the sands of time...

2008-11-15T19:54:00.003+05:00

Its been a while since I last cleaned my closet "fully". Re-arrangement doesn't count, so I'd say its been almost a healthy 4 years since I last cleaned it. It was getting a bit messy so I decided to clean it, finally. Now there are three apartments in my closet. The first and second were easy to 'dish out', 'cause they were filled with books, cards, letters, stationary, old movies...etc. Somethings I found (new stuff that didn't belong to me) include, cockroach eggs, a dead cockroach, a healthy spider and some dust mites (they were huge!).

The third apartment was as packed as ever. I removed each item in there very carefully. It was like a walk through the sands of time. I found so many stuff that I hid, so many memories and fragments of a broken past. The most interesting item I came across was a small, A5 size book with a "moth eaten" black leather cover. It was a book with yellowing pages filled with 5 years of disturbing memories, preserved, untouched and safe. The stuff I found was incredible. Some of the pieces were completely full of non-sense, whereas others were still the same and very true. I tore off the non-sense and kept the rest safe and sound. I thought of sharing a piece of writing in it with you guys. Its no the whole writing, just an extract from somewhere in the middle. Here it is. It was dated and headed as,

06-01-2003

Today I turned into a teenager!

"...In our life it is important that we have many friends, with who we can have fun. School is very important for us, but many teenagers don't check this. Because they think there are other important things. Many teenagers have boy/girl friends for whom they live.

Then there are the boys and girls who think they are cool and very funny when they sit in front of the computer every day, but really they miss the real life and the fun which their friends have.
Life is very good when you have many friends, when you have fun and enjoy life. Life is at its end for many teenagers when they lose their boy/girl friend.

Many teenagers have trouble with their parents; they think that the parents want to ruin their life. A lot of teenagers test drugs, cigarettes at 15 or 14 years and think they were cool, but they don't know that they ruin their lives. Life is very nice when you think of yourself and do what you want and like it, and when you're not going to break only because other people say bad things about you........."

It might have some mistakes 'cause I was only a boy then. I wanted you guys to see it just the way it was. Hope you guys had a nice time reading it. See ya

Dreamland

2008-11-07T14:15:00.003+05:00

When the old clock chimes mid-night
I switch on the little orange light
Jump on my bed and shut my eyes tight
To open them in another world, another sight

In a land where crystal flowers blossom
Where the vanilla skies are handsome
And the chocolate mountains are just awesome

In a land where the cotton candy clouds fly
Where ice-cream waterfalls fall by
And the paper cranes sore up high

Wearing gowns of silk and silver
I wish I would wake up never
And stay in dreamland forever and ever

Song of the month: What if

2008-11-01T12:00:00.000+05:00

Welcoming you to the month of November is Kate Winslet with her hit single, "What if". Enjoy



Kate Winslet Lyrics

Relationships....

2008-10-23T11:34:00.003+05:00

Relationships are fascinating. You meet someone, completely fall head over heels, then you think you love them, so you get into a relationship and then you feel like you have been trapped in a prison.

I find it ironic that people jump from one relationship to the next within a mere two weeks. How is that even logistically possible to get to know someone else, get serious, and then actually like them for who they are and then get into a solid relationship again so quickly.

I believe that people are obsessed with the concept of love more than they are obsessed with getting to know someone for who they are. There is so much pressure from all aspects of life to find someone and settle down. And that’s not a bad thing by any means, but it becomes pointless when you do it for the sake of it.

And that's why there are so many people on anti-depression pills. Because they rely solely on someone else's company to fulfill their needs or desires without learning how to be independent.

Love is about learning to be independent in a dependent situation. Isn’t that what a successful marriage or relationships is all about? And if you are not ready for it, then why rush? Just have fun and get to know yourself in the meantime!

Busy..

2008-10-22T11:45:00.002+05:00

Guys, sorry about this, but I'm a bit busy these days with the open season. Christmas is on December and already the duty free shops have started preparing for it. I'm a bit caught up at work but will update really soon. Its not that I hate being busy or anything ( I love being busy and picking up the phone and saying call me later I'm busy, at least now I'm not faking it :D )

By the way, coming soon...WHAT IF....Sayanora

Respect!!!

2008-10-16T09:51:00.005+05:00

One day, I was going to work when something happened on the road. A foreign laborer was parking a car in a parking zone and he was taking it slowly in oder to be careful. I saw two Maldivian girls walking really fast and squeeze between a parked truck and the car being parked. The guy in the car slammed the brakes right on time or else the second girl would have been hurt. Guess what? The girl walked up the car door and the guy in the seat said sorry. But the girl screamed at the guy saying that he should go back to where he came from and she even cursed the guy a thousand times before spitting at the rear window and buzzing off. I was shocked for a moment. But I continued to walk and just caught the 2:10pm ferry to the airport. In the ferry, a Maldivian guy refused to pay saying that the ferry left late. Funny thing was the guy stepped in just before me. He was shouting at the guy, saying that this is not your home and if you ask me again I will hit you...stuff like that. The guy in the ferry was like frozen for five minutes before he withdrew and told the captain. Since the captain was a Maldivian too, he was able to solve the problem with a bit of arguing. Later that day I went for a coffee with a girl who "used" to work at our site with me. We were served by a Maldivian waiter. He brought us two Nescafe's and I started sipping it happily. But, my companion was not happy. She asked the waiter to change the coffee to something else. She send him back like five times and still wasn't happy with what he brought. She started screaming like it was an episode of a television drama or something. I was really embarrassed. She stood up and stormed out of the place. The waiter stood there shocked, the others there were looking in my direction. I slowly shook my head and got up, paid a 100 bucks and asked the guy to keep the change for himself. The least I could do to apologize.

You know, we should treat people with respect and kindness. People make mistakes because we are human beings. It doesn't matter if we are dark or fair, if we are from different ethnicities, if we are from different countries or even if we work at different levels. Do we like it when people criticize our mistakes in a rude way? Do we like being spoken rudely to? Do we like being shouted at or being embarrassed infront of a whole crowd..? Are we perfect in everything we do? Think about these things before you say something to someone. Sometimes we shout at people blindly when the fault is ours, and we do feel bad about it once we realize it. Most laborers are foreigners, they are far away from their homes trying to earn something and we must welcome them warmly rather than treating them like if they were aliens. Why do we have to bring foreigners in the first place? Because some of us aren't cut out for the jobs they do or should I say some of us don't want to attend some of those jobs...We are all humans, all flesh and blood. If you want someone to learn from you, you should be an example to them and if you think you deserve to be respected, well then I've got two words for ya, Respect Others!!!!

7 Simple Rules of life

2008-10-11T23:37:00.002+05:00

1. Brush your teeth every morning

2. Chop down every unnecessary hair on your body and always keep it smooth

3. Never forget to put on your roll-on when you go out

4. Change your underwear daily

5. Wear sunglasses where ever you go so that people don't see you "sleep walking"

6. Avoid shaking hands with others too much

7. Always laugh a lot

Song of the month: Welcome to my life...

2008-10-09T00:13:00.002+05:00

Fear the BUTT!!!

2008-10-06T17:55:00.000+05:00

I met this new dude in the airport. The guy is cool and man hes a laugh. One day, last Thursday we got this really long break, so he dropped by and as usual we were talking about stuff when the topic changed to feared stuff. Well, I told him that I don't fear stuff you can see from your eyes and that has a life ;) Guess what he told me? He said his worst fear was cigarette butts! And specially if they were wet! He said he doesn't know why, but he just gets scared! When he used to be in junior school, they kept two cigarette butts on either side of him if he didn't study. When they did, he'd tremble from head to foot and study. His friends once soaked a bucket full of cigarettes and poured it over him and he fainted before the first one hit his head! He also said that his dreams were interfered with cigarette butts! The beautiful girls changed into cigarette butts with bikinis and they would fly after him and he flies away from them. He said he fears them so much that he would run around in his house flying in his sleep. One day, he said his grandma actually hit him with her walking stick and he fell to the floor, didn't wake up and continued his flying motion on the ground. Imagine what his grandma would think when she saw her grandson swimming on the floor with loose boxer shorts!!! Damn, we laughed our butts off that day....Just thought I'd let you guys in on the fun...

NEFM: Whats going on???

2008-10-05T00:36:00.011+05:00

Take cover, you're going to be attacked by jolts of laughter. I won't be saying much, but I'll let the pictures talk for themselves again....

Ready? Here goes...

Ever heard about the rules of the jungle? I don't think this couple has...

A good way to increase the quality of chicken meat we get today: make them play ball, there style ;)

They say parents and teachers teach kids to share, I don't think they do...DO yOu?

I think some people try just too much to teach us the right stuff...

You know why some people fear the junior generation? They're just too smart.... ;)

Sayanora GUys!!! Cheers...

To all my crazy friends....

2008-09-30T17:31:00.006+05:00

The easiest thing to say, I hate you. The hardest thing to say, I'm sorry. Simple words are strong enough to break a heart while its not enough to mend them.

Sometimes a pat on the back, a hug, a kiss or a simple smile on your face means a lot more and the unsaid words are expressed and heart felt.

The things we've been through together, the uncontrollable fits of laughter, the roses that lit up the rainy skies and the sweet memories...

Up until now, I've never told my friends that they're crazy, but I love them...You make my world perfect guys...Thanks...

NEFM: Special request...

2008-09-24T12:47:00.000+05:00

Hola peeps, ramadaan coming to a close. Hows it so far? Enjoyed the Holy month. You know, the most serious guys in the ramadaan are the old blokes. I dunno what their youth was like but they sure are patching it up now. But, never the less, those guys are weird. I'm fasting so I won't go into details. I'll just let the pic below speak for itslef...Check it out? How right can I be...I wonder ;)

Today...

2008-09-22T23:59:00.007+05:00

Times have changed. Its obvious that the changing world will effect the people and their lifestyle. But shouldn't it be in a good way? What I'm trying to say is, today transport has become much more efficient with the invention of motor bikes, cars, boats and planes. Work has become a single hand strategy with the birth of computers. Mobile phones and the internet has sprouted new life into communication. But the most recognizable change I noticed was the difference in people then and now. Hair styles, clothing and the whole out burst of fashion disaster's not a problem in my point of view because a persons personality and attitude outlines his or her life style more than anything. A considerable amount of change can be noticed in the life style of teenagers and adults all the same.

For example, most of the teenagers today want to be the center of attention no matter what the cost is; drugs, drinking, smoking, having un-protected sex for money, you just name it and they'll do it. I don't know whats hit them. Fathers and mothers of today give a higher priority to work and friends more than their children. The rich use money to buy power, enslaving the poor and picking the mickey out of them for just no reason. Tears in ones eye become the laughter and joy of the other. Back stabbing a friend ain't a problem if you get what you want. Having multi girl friends and boyfriends for time pass is the new hobby most recently discovered by the youth. Respect is out of the question. What the hell is wrong with these people?

When I used to be in grade school, I always thought that the modernization of the world would dawn an era of happiness, prosperity and peace. But everything's upside down. Political wars, corruption, bloody fights, the lust for power and hunger for money. I just don't understand why...Am I right to judge the community like this or is there a reason why they do what they do?

The best work crew...

2008-09-19T17:20:00.003+05:00

Imagine how your new job would turn out if your work crew sucks! Well, fortunately for me, I've got one of the best work crews possible. There are only 3 girls and almost all boys. Most of them are of my age. So it feels like being back at school. I thought I'd share with you some great moments we had.

One time, we were huddled in near the third counter joking as usual when something really funny happened. There were all guys that morning and the British flight Ek was boarding. Suddenly one guy came up to one of our crew and asked him for directions. That guy said, "Excuse me sir, could you direct me to the toilet please?". Our crew member replied, "The toilets on my back side sir". The guy widened his eyes and ran away. I'd let you decide why the guy ran away ;) kekekekekeeee

This other day, we had a Russia flight. Russia flights are packed and we always had a busy time when there was one. As usual, us, guys were huddled near the third counter chatting about riff ruff (we were all fasting as usual). When the final call was announced, the cashier at the first counter came to us with a long face. He said, " I don't think my fast will be alright" we asked why and he said " I think I touched her 'milk'"...Bwaaaaahahahaaaaa...Hilarious...

Chao guys...Until next time..

Song of the month: Crazy :by Simple Plan

2008-09-13T13:50:00.000+05:00

I'm "addicted" to songs by the Simple Plan and I go "crazy" "everytime" I hear them. They've got the music with the right lyrics..Think I'm wrong? Check this one out then...

The taste of real life : Split personality

2008-09-09T19:15:00.002+05:00

To all my readers, I'm really sorry that I haven't been in touch lately. Its not entirely my fault, there was a problem with my house internet connection which was the main reason why I couldn't update my blog. The other reason is that I've got a job now, which brings us back to the topic, the taste of real life...

Well, all my life I've always wanted to experience things. To be honest, the first job I wanted was to be a room boy in a resort, you know, just to feel the hardship 'cause I show my best when I'm under pressure. I wanted a job which included a computer that I didn't need to sit infront of for the rest of my life, a bit of traveling, adventure and where I get to meet new people everyday. I got my wish in a way. Now I attend a duty free shop in the airport, I won't tell you the name of the place, no, I won't tell you what I do, nop. You ask me why and all I can say is that I just don't like what I have to do. But I can tell you this, the particular job doesn't include a computer, not adventurous, the traveling is between Mal'e and the airport only, is fun, busy and hard and I do get to meet new people everyday!

The crew in the shop is great so far. Not to mention, I've heard loads of stories about this place and some crew members have interesting stories. It gives me the hee-bee jee-beex ;) My best defense there, split personality! I'm not my self when I'm there, I act like this goody goody has been. I have no intentions of showing my true colors until and unless I get to trust these people. So far I don't think thats going to happen in a long time to come. Who knows whether I'll be there long enough ;)

On a more serious note, at this point, I'd love any job from the government. I only go to this job to satisfy two people. To honor my moms wish and to protect my fathers reputation. Its hard alright, a lot of weight, but I'm doing it just for them. Well its not school any more, so I guess this is how real life tastes like huh? Chao...

Experiences in life...

2008-08-11T11:32:00.002+05:00

The one thing I value most in life, are my experiences. I've gone through a lot lately and I do share a lot of my experiences with you guys via the treble cleft. During the last month I did a survey for a company called Mori Caribbean. The survey highlighted questions about the current status of our little band of islands, the Maldives. I signed a contract not to reveal the questions, but it didn't specify about sharing my experience. I won't tell you the questions as I promised, but lets say I'm going to give you an insight on the outcome of the survey. I noticed that some people from Mal'e, the capital lacked manners and respect (nothing new there), some from Mal'e were very truthful and honest (I was actually amazed at this), most of the islanders were very polite and very cooperative (although the girls I met were a bit flirty). Overall, apart from this, the most important facts I noticed were; there are still some islands where people don't get fresh drinking water, there are people who are killing themselves to get there children a better life, education levels are unbalanced among atolls, a lot of people are facing housing problems, health facilities are not up to the mark at certain points and some still haven't recovered from the side effects of the tsunami. Due to these facts I uncovered during the survey time, I had to believe something I never wanted to...I thought in the dictionary of our nation, poverty did not exist, inequality among fellow brothers and sisters did not exist...I thought my nation was perfect compared to what I see on TV about other nations. Now I know the truth and I urge you all to please stop and think twice before you do anything. Whether you waste money or food or time or anything, think about the people who don't have any of that and thank god for what he has given you and don't complain about what you don't have...Before you do anything, think about the "other person".

Song of the month..

2008-08-03T12:35:00.000+05:00

Don't ask me why, but this is the song of the month...

NEFM: Parents and mistakes....

2008-07-26T14:16:00.005+05:00

Ola ladies and gentlemen...Hope you're doing well and am overwhelmed to welcome you to another short addition of N-E-F-M!!! I'll skip the intro part as I assume you very well know who your favorite RJ is ;)

A normal person with an abnormally normal brain would understand that being a parent is a huge responsibility, a burden which is born with each one of us. Unfortunately the people with hairy nuts for brains don't understand this. Forgive me for saying this but, some parents just don't get it. I mean, its a parents job to understand their children's way of thinking and alert them about puberty. It is of utter importance that the parents explain the situation to their children of what is happening and what might follow, if you get what I mean ;) . Its a fathers job to warn his son and a mothers job to caution her girl. Things could go very wrong if a father tried to warn his daughter and a mother tried to warn her son. It just happens so that....

(this is actually a true story) Adam and Stacy were a couple who had four sons, Drake, Dennis, Diego and David. Drake was 10 and he was one of a kind. He was so curious about stuff that if he starts babbling about one of his curiosities, things usually got a bit messy. Upon becoming 11 one day he asked his father about how babies were born. His father hushed him and said that only mothers know where babies come from. "But dad you told me that "natural glue" ain't used for pasting photos. You must surely know where I cam from...?" Adam glared at his son furiously and that hushed Drake for a tinsy bitsy second.Drake was clever enough to hush up in front of his father, but once his father was gone, he went into his fathers study and examined a book based on human biology.

That evening, Stacy found Drake a bit quiet and knew "something big" was coming. She rushed the other three to bed and consulted Drake about his curiosity. Drake told her about the babies stuff and what his father said. Stacy thought for a while and she got an idea. She took a piece of paper and drew a stick man and a woman. She told Drake that when a boy likes a girl and hugs each other, a seed is planted in a secret place and a baby is born magically. Drake took the crayon from Stacy and circled the skirt of the stick girl and stared at his mother. Stacy glared at Drake and send him to bed.

The next day, when Adam and Stacy returned home from work, they found their 70 year old baby sitter tied up in a chair without clothes. They quickly untied her and asked her what happened. "Your boy Drake got the others to tie me up and he tried to plant a sunflower seed in me. He said his mother told him that babies were born magically when a seed is planted in a secret place.......!!!!"

Well thats all folks. Just remember to be a bit accurate with what you supply to your children. Adios...

Life as a misfit...

2008-07-14T12:04:00.004+05:00

Well, actually the title was the title I gave to my story which I wrote for the common wealth essay writing competition. Unfortunately I wasn't able to submit it. So I thought I'd share it with you guys and let you judge it. The whole thing is pretty long so I'll include a summary and the last bit at the ending.
The story is of a boy who was 17 and the problems he faced. He's so different from his friends and they don't like him one bit. So he changes himself to be liked by them and to be hated by his loved ones. He goes into drug dealing, pornography and so much more until he realizes the mistake he made. So he tries to make everything right. He starts running away from his life and tries to end it when he couldn't find a place to hide. He tries to jump off the peak of a mountain when a miracle happens. After a thunderous rumble, a night rainbow splits the sky and from the heavens above the pearly white forms of his parents glide down and tells him this...

"Life is never easy to live when you try to be someone you're not...Its not easily explained but its your choices that count...Change is a fact of life...for the greater good or for the bitter worse...If you're changing just because your friends ask you to...well thats not friendship...Its just another compromise...It shows that even though you have eyes, you're blind to not see what they are doing, even though you have ears, you're deaf to what they're saying behind you're back...You can't feel the pain of being back-stabbed...but you still have feelings...You become a person who has a brain incapable of choosing between right and wrong...What does that make you?

A body of your own with disabled senses...a confused soul captivated by your fears, confidence never there...A life you live, but lead by people who you think are friends...What else does it make you apart from a slave captivated by your own enigmatic fears... What are you scared of? Why are you scared? Why do you hold back? Why do you hate life so much when you have so much to gain and nothing to loose? And why do you act the puppet of your friends...Forgive me for saying this, but when I look in your eyes, hatred stares back at me...I just don't understand why...

You hate being who you are...You hate life because there are so many obstacles...You hate life 'cause you never understood it...You hate yourself because you make mistakes...You hate the community because there are people better than you...Bottom line is, you hate the fact that you were born...the fact that god gave you a chance to live, to prove yourself...Another question...If so, why don't you hate god? Funny...You don't hate god but you hate everything he gave you...A family, a home, friends, wealth and a life to live...

You know questions cannot exist without answers...Problem is you don't want to find them...You know when you make mistakes...Problem is you don't intend to correct yourself...You know when trouble is brewing your way...Problem is you don't want to avoid them...You know your own fears...but you don't want to find them...Yet again you push your confidence aside and let your nightmares haunt you and hold you back from excelling...

Running away is not an answer...But its an option...A person who runs away from life has nowhere to go...'cause he ain't got a place to hide from life...Trust me there is no possible place to hide from something thats not even chasing you...Your problems, your fears...They always find you...hurt you...and now its time to stop running...Its time to look back and open your eyes...Come to your senses...

Look around you....Look at the mess you've made...There is nothing you can't undo or make right...Don't get confused...You can always start by telling the truth and lies in your life start to unfold...Never sell yourself to your friends by trusting them as you're handing them the weapon of your own destruction...Be brave...Whenever you fall, get up...Learn from your mistakes because right cannot exist without wrong...Life is too short for hatred...Accept it as it comes and smile often...At times laughter can be the best medicine...Express your self...tears aren't for the weak alone...Dream...Dream about a future and chase those dreams...Paint them...Make them come true...

Like yourself, accept gods gifts and thank him for giving you a chance to live...Believe in yourself...Be responsible for your own actions and avoid blaming others for crimes they didn't commit...Respect and be respected...Always know when to quit...You don't always have to push yourself too hard because everything happens for a reason... Being different is not a sin...Nor is it a crime...Its what makes you who you are, an identity born with you...Trying to change it leads to nothing but trouble...You can't force people to like you...They make there own decisions, so can you...Sometimes its best to stand out rather than trying to fit in..."

His parents fade away and the sunrises for a new day. The guy starts to settle things...End of story. This wasn't only a story, it has some truth in it. Its a message to all those people who think life's just too hard to live...To tell you the truth, its something I wrote on my 18th birthday...Rate it guys...What do you think?

A beginning from the end...

2008-07-07T14:36:00.000+05:00

The silver stars peppered the sky
The last birds of the night flying by
The pale moon peeping through
The cotton clouds white and blue

Alone in a park down the alley
Sat a boy 18, in a lost valley
Of shattered dreams and aching desire
Sinking in the sea of tears and fire

His glance fixed on his palm
A broken heart lay still and calm
All night sitting there, shattered and weak

Silent tears streaming down his cheeks

Love was sweet, unannounced when it came in
But, when it left, it was never the same
It hurt so much, the unbearable pain
From the heavens above, it started to rain

Heaven help me please, he prays
Show me soothing and better ways
I did what I thought was right
But the results weren't as bright

A dazzling light appears out of thin air
So bright, unthinkable, a happening so rare
It shapes as a tall white man
Speaking gently, comforts the boy all he can

Life is tough, love is part of it
Stand up, when you fall, confront it
The lessons it teach, reap the benefits
Its you, your life, each and every bit

Live life like theres no tomorrow
Trust no one but your shadow
Smile in the face of grief, shed no tears
With that he just disappears

The rain stopped at the crack of dawn
From the ashes of yesterday, he was reborn
With a smile on his face, opens his arms
And the morning sun flushes at his charm

Its a new day, a new dawn, a new life
Thinking of searching for the real wife
He sets off with the previous events in mind
Leaving his bitter past behind...

Song of the month...

2008-07-03T14:32:00.001+05:00

Dedicated to all those people who've been turned down by the ones whom they love...Cheeeeeers!