They dirty game people think that they know...

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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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...??!

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...

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!

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!!!

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….”

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!!!!!