It was one of those freezing Tuesday afternoons. In the gray sky of Northern
Europe, the knob of my closed door makes tiny tickling
noises like the tumblers on a safe. But I was lost in my book, I was trying to
read Hermann Hesse's Siddhartha, the spiritual masterpiece which won Nobel
Prize long ago.
I read it somewhere that everthing has been written about
already, and written far better that you can do it. I guess it applies in Sajha also,
if anyone is trying to write about love, tragedy, sex, romance, adventure just
forget it . Neither
can I write like writer nor do I have that kind of creative mind. The only reason
why I write the simple things in very
simple languag.
Good excuse to bore Sajha freiends with boring story !!
Days passed like anything , 3 months and I was still jobless. I would be
pauper in next few weeks and there was nobody to fall back. Mom called this morning (again), enquired Sancho bisancho,
finally the same question
‘Babu, nokariko kehi kura bhayo’?
‘Hudai chha’,
I lowered my voice
‘Ye, tyaso bhaye, aru nasakepani byaaj matrai …sahule...’.
‘Chinta nagarnu, ma arko
mahina ma pathauchhu’. I cut the phone.
Troubled, I walked the path under the blue oaks, since I
arrived here I felt like moving a step forward and two steps backwards. I tried
everything for job and got the same reply ‘Do you speak the language’. Sometimes
I became overloaded with frustration, fear and demoralization, I did not
understand their language, despite being one of the
major cities of the country, it was tiny place. Not to forget, I was the single Nepali in whole
city/university/ and perhaps state. I reminded myself ‘Boy, did not you hear ‘Grass
always looks greener from other side’.
It was not so easy to
be alone in alien land, esp when you u donot meet any Nepali. Hmmm certainly, I was paralyzed by the shock of what I have witness. Even for the job where u
keep your mouth shut up whole 24 hours, language was a mandatory. Please keep your English a side. Is this what they
calld ‘career racism in Europe’. After this incident, I did not have to ask anyone why AMRIKA was
first choice of immigrants.
In those initial days when I was down (but certainly Not
out) Donato, better known as DON, gave me tremendous support. Don, 22, silent guy from Santiago
speaks funny English and been here for 3 years, tall, muscular at the same time
shy and kind. His character was no ordinary one, that contained love and care
towards everybody. Very clean at heart, I think he had never hurt anyone, that
includes animals. ( vegetarian)’. Sometimes he was difficult to understand but
one thing was cocksure, he could make the worst politician. He has close connection with two Ws ‘Wine and Women’. Meaning, he always needs
wine but what abt Women then? He runs
becoz he is very shy.
And guess what??? I was accompanying him in the MOST
ROMANTIC cruise, such a boring guy and romantic trip? God, sometimes its too
much. But I did have no option as I was penniless and he was my main sponsor.
Most of us focus on the large, The big deal, the big
tragedy, the big story. The small everyday things that take up more hours and
days of living are often ignored. So here is my small experience.....
The Journey Begins -1
We left Stockholm
harbour on time i.e. 5.15 PM. Now we are in discotheque, its midnight
1.20 according to Swedish time. I felt like Jack of Titanic, poor thing,
without Rose :-( It must be 12.30 in Finland
but we were not aware where we were, maybe in No man’s land. Baltic
Sea was very calm and silent.
We could clearly see 4 hot
blonde girls and their roving eyes. I think Don was eyeing them. Greedy man.
After few minutes our shy boy
Don surprised me, he went to sit with them. I could vividly listen their talks.
Short blond girl was very close to Don.
Girl was asking ‘How many guys
you are?’
Don was pointing towards me, ‘two’
'Sorry guys, We are four’
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To be contd.........
Tanks for reading, please drop few words.
Last edited: 14-Jun-08 09:01 AM