Sunday, June 20, 2010

ए आम्मै!! आलु पाक्यो?

साँझको घण्टाघरको घण्टी,
घण्टीको आवाज छोप्ने, जमल र दरबार मार्ग बाट हुत्तिएर आउँदै गरेका
असङ्ख्य रातो प्लेटका मोटरसाइकल र गाडीहरू ,
बाटोको छेउमै प्यासेन्जर बोलाउँदै गरेका माईक्रोबस र टेम्पोहरू,
सिट छ भनेर सोध्दै गरेका हुल,
जाम छल्दै आकाशे पुलबाट नाक खुम्च्याउँदै हिँडने,
बसन्तपुर गई राम्रा-नराम्रा ठीटा-ठीटी हेर्ने हतार भएका पैदलयात्रीहरू....


तल पेटीमा,
घर गएर भात पकाउन अबेला भएका, छिट् छिटो पाईला चलाउने बटुवाहरू,
उनिहरूलाई डाक्ने व्यापारीहरू,
सबैलाई तह लगाउन ठूल् ठूला धोडा चढेका ट्राफिक पुलिसहरू,
ती सबैलाई टाढाबाट हेरिरहेको गणेशमान सिँहको सालिक।


बाटो पारी,
हरियो रूख, रातो बेन्च,
मानिसको हिँडाईले बनाएको धुलो,
मकै पोलेको काठले जम्मा गराएको धुँवा,
फोहोर-> बदाम बेरेको कागज, प्लास्टिक, झार, पात,र चुरोटको ठुटाहरूको,
रु. १०को एक माना बदाम र रु. ५ को एक खील्ली सूर्य चुरोट बेच्ने नाङ्ग्लो साहुनी,
चिप्लेटी खेलिरहेका बच्चाहरू,
ब्लु फिल्म किन्ने?? ब्लु फिल्म?? भनेर सोध्दै हिडेका घुम्ती सि.डी
पसलेहरू,

भुईँकटहर र काँक्रोमा नुन खुर्सानीहालेर मीठो बनाएर बेच्नेहरू...

केही हुल बटुल्न सकेको चटक देखाउनेहरू,
ग्यास्ट्रीक देखी ज्वरो निको गर्ने औषधीको प्रचारगर्नेहरू,
बाबाजीको बुटी बेच्नेहरू,
परमेशवर is everywhere भन्ने साधु खैरे,
र रूखमाथिबाट "गाउँकाहरू बाँदरका छोरा, सहरकाहरू कुकुरका" भन्दै
प्रवचन दिईरहेको मुकुन्दे।

कामबाट फुर्सद भएकाहरू,
बसपर्कबाट बीर-अस्पताल हिँडेकाहरू,
घर जान मन नगरेकाहरू,
केटी घुमाउनेहरू,
केटी खोज्नेहरू,

आशावादीहरू,
जिन्दगी देखि दिक्क मानेकाहरू,
जेनतेन २ छाक गुजारा गर्नेहरू,

धेरै थरिका मानिसहरूमाझ....
कुनामा दम दिनुपर्ने स्टोभ माथि
कालो तेल भएको कड्हाइमा आलु तार्दै गरेको
कपाल फुलेको आमालाई कसैले सोध्छ: ए आम्मै!! आलु पाक्यो?



A ode to MY CITY.

Kathmandu Kultures... Not racist....

How do we divide people into groups?
We take what's common in them and separate.
Simple. And of course then we study them. Culture- way of life... you cannot call the whole group "good" or "bad" though. Cannot hurt their feelings. Basic anthropology or sociology... people study.

Personally, I dont think people should be divided into groups. But that's how the world works right now. Black Skin, White Skin, Arabs, Hindu, Muslim, Jew, Communist, Congress, Liberal... You always belong into a group... and you bad mouth the groups you don't belong to... Everyone is a racist pig. I guess that's how Nepal would be working... separate state for Newars, or Magars, or Tamangs...

Nepal is too big for me to talk about. I wanted to talk about Kathmandu. I believe Kathmandu has a culture.

I know you studied in grade 9 "सामाजिक शिक्षा" that Kathmandu is a metropolitian. You studied that it was traditionally a Newar settlement, but then it became the capital of Nepal.

Well, people from all over the country come here, begin forging a dream of Building a home in the valley, and as we can see from the population NOW that most of them have made their dream a reality.

We have always been taught that there exists so many different nationals- casts and creed, there is no single Kathmandu Culture. But there is. Certainly among the Youths of this place. My primary argument is based on very specific feelings I get from different hangouts within the valley. My Analysis may be Subjective, Biased, Racist, or Downright Stupid. But Hell with it, I have freedom of speech!!!


Malls:

There is this huge surge of big looking buildings everywhere in Kathmandu. I don't think architects design 3 storey buildings anymore, especially if its a roadside plot. And most of these buildings are malls. UWTC, City Center, Kathmandu Mall, Bhatbhateni Supermarket. You will mostly find the stereotypical
'lets go to a mall because I speak ENGLISH with the "Huncha Ni Like..." Phrase and accent' people.And I am always Amazed by the number of turnouts in those places.

I have a theory. People in Kathmandu, have a LOT of MONEY. Yeah... Pulsar, Ambition, Unicorn, Karizma, Yamaha FZ, R15, all those bikes, commonly seen in Kathmandu... at an average, they cost 2 LAKHS easy. That's 5 zeros... notice the cars the next time you go out. Not the small ones, The big ones. Tuscon, Pajero... more than 20 Lakhs... a new green pajero costs 1.3 corores. 7 zeros. Just for Fun sake, go to Kumaripat or those underground parkings in malls or in Durbar Marg, and count.

Durbar Marg:

Last week, I went to Sherpa Mall for the first time. There were those
'English speaking Nepali Citizenship, never been outside Kathmandu.. But I am going abroad' people, but worse, they are label addicted. Even guys. In movies, in most movies, if guys are Label or Brand conscious, they are usually homosexuals. I don't know if media mirrors the society, but those guys looked shiny. Very weird. But, There is nothing wrong with women being BRAND CONSCIOUS. I have always supported branded ladies underwear.

Course there is the Anna-casino. Do not go in there if you love money!!

KFC and pizza hut, I heard that you don't have to stand on a line anymore but haven't gone there yet. I had KFC in Delhi, but I don't know if I had Dhoti chicken or Brazilian chicken. I was in great stomach pain, 2 chicken leg pieces and my Gastric juices overwhelmed me. Had to take medicine then. But I am ready to try again.
No Comments on Nanglo... or hot breads though.

But for people who have Durbar Marg- as a frequent hangout area, my kind of place would be pretty cheap... it may be compared to a Bhatti. I dont care.


Green Curtains:


It does not have to be a real Hareeyo Parda.... with white, red, green, blue alcohol. But it has some requirements to fullfill. It has to serve a large number of Traditional Newari Dishes, chhoyala, sapu micha, Bara.
Everyone knows HONACHA behind Krishna Mandir, or Everest MOMO in Naxal.

What?? I grew up around those places.

I went to KU after grade 10, so, haven't grown up in Kathmandu to really relax in expensive areas. And besides, Green Curtains are the real cultural thing.

And I guess if the experiment on Federal States work, then we might get to see more Tamang, Gurung, Magar, Maithali, Bhojpuri versions of the Green Curtains. That would be great. If everyone doesn't kill each-other first.

But Kathmandu is Truly represented... for me, by Newroad.

Newroad:

Everyone goes to newroad at least once a month I guess. Or Once a year for sure. I go to mahabouddha, or soda pasal, or Chatamari Chee.... a lot of green curtains in those areas... or I would be there just to see the wonderful... weird... sad... and beautiful faces in Kathmandu. You don't know anyone there... and everyone seems to go somewhere... and you have no time to concentrate on one passerby...

I mean.. you feel like you know so many people... in real life.. because of college, or school, or Dashain... or facebook even.. but go to Newroad.. and then you will feel humble and say something like ... you know very few people...

Saturdays, I guess at about 10-11 am, below the RNAC building, you get an orchestra of Sarangies. ...Yeah sure you might have heard a lone sarangi player in a bus... once or twice... but think about 4 to 5 players sitting on the bench and singing and playing is a completely different experience. Even if you are not into the music. It would be like a smaller version of Kutumba. Its fun to listen to if you are not in a hurry. Don't blame me if they are not there every Saturday though.

Then Enter Newroad. To the left Gudpak, to the right, Mahaboudda- the mountain of Movies. Move Ahead....Jewellery shops, to the right.... ex momo king, not so expensive resturants... Left Khichapokhari... to the left... sheesha hooka... to the Right Ranjana Galli Soda Pasals.... The Peepal Tree Newspaper and Magazine stall, BHUGOL PARK and Juddha Samsher's statue...

I was born in BhatBhateni, (its actually a TOLE whichwas named after a temple. The supermarket came later.) And I love Kathmandu, and Newroad is the one of the strong reason.

I dont know how to end this.. so i thought of ending with New Road's history.

1990 BS... the whole Kathmandu was destroyed by the greatest earthquake ever to strike. Everything was destroyed. So Juddha Sumsher whose statue stands firm in Newroad... planned this road. This HUGE road... which starts from the gate to the Durbar Square... was to mark the Beginning of a New age. High Rise Buildings were adjacent to the roads to mark a DOWNTOWN... Kathmandu was fated to change.


Bhugol Park... which still exists today, and I guess most of you don't notice it to be right opposite Bishal Bazaar or right below the revolving restaurant... was actually the place to gather if there was another one of those earthquakes. If you walk past Juddha Samsher's statue.. towards Basantapur Durbar Square, to your left, along the line where they sell Flags, Maps, Buttons... in the footpath, inside the building's channel gate, ... you can still see a very old... beaten... battered... FIRE-ENGINE.