Himalayana Academy School, Soreng: An institution above all

'Chito khana khanu aija....8 baji sakyo!!' Exactly the words of my mother everyday and I busy multitasking, i.e brushing and doing my other business in the loo. A journey of 4 KM to the school with a 3kg bag on the shoulder didn't seem to matter much as the thought of friends and fun in the school would overpower them. 

As I enter the school compound, little beautiful kids in red sweator would be seen running around the corridors and in the ground making the school look full of life and vibrant.

As soon as I kept my bag in the classroom, someone would ask me, 'Amir, did you do the homework given by D.D. Maam?' 'Lah.....!!' My mouth wide open with fear and I literally start shaking. He would keep his hand in my shoulder and calm me down, 'Aich.... Dont worry... Even I haven't done it.' and gives me a cheeky smile. 'I am glad I wont get punishment alone....' he would add. :)

'Lets go have some lal pathar* instead....' (also known as dhunga mithai or rashta ka pathar). As worse as it looked but Uttam daju's shop had the best lal pathar I have tasted till now. We would stuff our mouth with a black/brown colored gross looking thing and then walk towards our class yet again to see if we get more company for the punishment.

HAS, is a place which is more like a family than school. Teachers more like parents. Everyday we learnt something that wasn't written in books or wouldn't come in the exams. 

As I look back now, I realize that those lessons were equally important. I dont remember who is Akbar or Babar, whether Akbar is Babar's son or Babar is Akbar's son, when was battle of Panipat fought? or formula of (a+b) whole cube, or sin theta or anything.... 

But I clearly remember those pleasant classes of Keshav Sir, Sanjeev Sir, Nima Tshering sir, how we longed to attend their classes again. I remember how Nursery Miss nurtured and fostered the nursery students (which she does till now), those inspiring talks and classes of Geeta Maam, I remember those punishments of Hemant Sir, those comics and tinkles at the school library, those friendship, those little crushes, those debates, singing competition, house quiz, games period, momo and aalu dam at Yogen Sir's canteen, murai ko dalla at the old factory shop, those children day celebration at Jau Tar or Sribadam, those funny dances of teachers at many happy occasions and many little big things.

I understood now that life is not all about the lessons that we learn in classes, not about how much percentage we bring, how much attendance we keep, how good our handwriting is, how many certificates of excellence we receive but many more than that.... 

Life is about learning the secret of enjoying the little big things in life, of knowing the difference between good and bad, how we react to things, being compassionate with the elders and tender with the young, being empathetic with the striving and tolerant with the fool....

In my point of view, education and literacy are completely different. All educated person are literate but all literate person are not educated. Himalayan Academy School gives us education and not just literacy. As its motto says, "Abide in Truth', it teaches us to be good from the inside out.

I am preety sure that if you have spent even a day at this institution you will remember it for a long time. And how lucky are you if you are a part of this school, luckiest if you are a #Himadrian.

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Sanu timi.... [A nepali poem]

शिर्षक: सानु तिमी....

सानु तिमी कति राम्री थियौ, 

एकै नजरमा आँखामा बस्ने

आँखाको बाटो भई मनमा उत्रिने

त्यो सुमधुर मुस्कान ह्रृदय पगलाउने

सानु तिमी साह्रै राम्री थियौ.....

एकै चोटी मात्र देखेको तिमीलाई

त्यही चिया पसलबाट तातो चिया पिँउदै

तिमी भने त्यो चौतारीमा बसेर आफ्नो साथीहरु पर्खिरहेकी

तिमीले देखेनौ सायद मलाई

तर मैले तिमीलाई देखिरहे, हेरिरहे

त्यो शायद प्रेम होइन, माया होइन....

खै: के थियो तिम्रो मुस्कानमा

तिम्रो चाल ढ़ालमा,

त्यो अनुहारमा झरेको केशलाई

कानको पछि सिउरिने तिम्रो अन्दाजमा

त्यो लौ-लौ परेका कलिला हाथका औंलाहरुमा

या तिम्रो कानमा सिउरिएका साना सुन्दर झुम्काहरुमा

जति नहेरौं भनिरहे, त्यतिनै टुलु-टुलु हेरिरहे,

म त लट्ठै परे तिम्रो पातली ति ओंठैमा,

त्यो घड़ी हेर्दै खुम्चिएका आँखीभावहरुमा,

ति गाजलु आँखाहरुमा,

बस्दा खेरि भुँई नछुएर

हावामा हल्लि रहेका खुट्टाहरुमा,

त्यो हाथमा भएको गुलाबी रंगको रुमालमा

खै.... म त लट्ठै परे तिमीमा....

न त तिम्रोमा राम्री छु भन्ने घमण्ड देखिन्थ्यो

न त दुनियासंग केहि वास्ता नै थियो

शरल, शुद्ध र निर्दोषको एउटा उदाहरण

भनौ... एउटा कविको खयाली कविता

या... एउटा चित्रकारको अविश्वसनीय चित्र

कुनै... संगितकारको मनै पगलाउने संगीत

खै थाहा छैन तिमी के थियौ

तर सानु तिमी साह्रै राम्री थियौ.....

फेरि कहिल्यै देखिन तिमीलाई कतै

चिया पिउन सधैं धाए त्यो चियापसलमा

खोजी हिड़े तिमीलाई भिड़-भाड़मा

कहिले हार्ट बाजारमा, कहिले हुल-मुलमा

अहँ कतै देखिन तिमीलाई

भेटिन तिमी जस्ती सरल र सुन्दर कोहि….

धेरै बर्ष बित्यो, धेरै उमेर ढल्यो

त्यो चियापसल पनि पुरानो भयो,

अझै पनि कहिले-काँहि चिया पिउन बस्दा त्यँहा

मेरो आँखा घरि-घरि त्यो चौतारीतिर जान्छ,

कतै तिमीलाई त्यही पाँउछु कि भनि

कतै फेरि तिम्रो त्यो मुहार देख्छु कि भनि

साँच्चै सानु तिमी कति राम्री थियौ

तिमी साह्रै राम्री थियौ....॥

- उहि तिम्रो सेन्टिफ्ल्याट कवि…..

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Nepali Poem .Ramailo Sahar... Jhanai ramailo gaon...

शिर्षक: रमाईलो शहर.... तर झनै रमाईलो गाँऊ....

हो साथी,
तिम्रो शहर रमाईलो छ
साह्रै रमाईलो छ
जता-ततै रमझम
पर्यटकको घुँइचो
व्यवसायीहरुको चाँदी कटाई
ह्याण्डसम र ब्युटीहरुको ताँती
त्यो एम.जी.मार्ग, लाल बजार,
टाइटेनिक पार्क, के के हो के के....
पक्का हो साथी,
तिम्रो शहर साह्रै रमाईलो छ....॥

तर त्यो रमाईलोपनमा,
त्यो हुल-मुल, भीड़-भाड़मा
कुन्नि किन यो मन त
यो देखावटीको संसारदेखि केहि पर
मेरो गाँउतिर नै हुन्छ
त्यो पाखा-पखेरा, त्यो धुप्पि-घारी,
त्यो घुम्ती, त्यो चप्लेटी,
त्यो बर-पिपलको रुख,
त्यो आँगनमा खेल्ने ढ़ुक्कुर्र र कलचुँडा,
यो मनै त हो,
आफ्नै गाँउतिर भाग्छ....॥

ती साथी भाई संग
कहिले आँगनमा
कहिले सड़क किनारमा
कहिले ती उत्तम आमाको चिया पसलमा
गफ्फ हान्नुको मजा
यो होटल र रेस्टुँरामा कहाँ आँउछ
त्यो कलाई र हलुँगेको मगमा
जाँड़ खानुको मजा
यो बियर र वाईनमा कहाँ पाइन्छ
यो कफी र केपाचिनोमा कहाँ आँउछ....॥

त्यो बारीको काँक्रा टिपेर
कर्याप्प टोक्दाको आनन्द
यी बजारको ओईलिएको काँक्रामा कसले पाँउछ
त्यो चिप्लो नस्पतीको बोटमा चड़ेर
नस्पती झार्दाको आनन्द
आइफल किनेर खाँदा कहाँ आँउछ....
ती आमाले पोलेको तातो-तातो मकै
नुनको चियासंग खाँदाको मजा
त्यो पप-कर्न र नाना थरी
के के जातीमा कहाँ पाइन्छ....
त्यो बर-धाराको चिसो संग्लो पानी
त्यो बाँसको धारा मुनि बसी
खलङलङ नुहाउदाको मजा
यहाँको ठस-ठस ब्लिजीङ पाउडर गनाउने
सावरमा नुहाउँदा कहाँ आँउछ....
फेरि पलैंटी कसी भुइँमा बसी
हातले माड़ खानुको मजा
यो डाईनिङ टेबलमा, काँटा चम्चीमा
कसले पो पाँउछ....॥

त्यसैले... साथी,
तिम्रो शहर रमाईलो छ
साह्रै रमाईलो छ
तर मेरो गाँउ जति हैन...
मेरो ठाँउ जति रमाईलो तिम्रो शहर छैन....॥

- अमिर भण्डारी

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Nepali Poem: Understanding garnu hai bhanu bajey

Title: Understanding गर्नु है भानु बाजे....!!
Genre: Comedy 

पोहोर साल जस्तै यो साल पनि फेरि
तिम्रो Birthday आँउदैछ
साहित्यको गुण-गाण गर्ने दिन
नेपालि भनि गर्व गर्ने दिन आँउदैछ....

कतिले बाकसमा राखेर 
कुच्चिएको, खुम्चिएको,
मुसाले खाईसकेको,
ठस-ठस ढ़ुड़ि गनाउने
दउरा सुरुवाल निकाली घाममा सुकाँउदैछन
कतिले दराजमा एक बर्ष देखि बन्द रहेको
धमिरा लाग्दै गरेको
माछा किराले खान थालेको
रामायण निकाली टकटकाउदैछन....

बिचरा,
लेउले पुरिसकेको
भानु बाजे, तिमी फेरि रमाउने भयौ
बनमाराको झाड़िले छोपिसकेको
भानु बाजे, तिम्रो मुर्तिले फेरि घाम देख्ने भयो….

हन.... हाम्रो बजारको कमिटी हल नेर पनि
तिम्रो प्रतिमा थिएछ....
मैले ध्यान नदिएर हो
या त जंगलले पुरेर हो
अहँ…. मैले त तिमीलाई कहिले देखेको थिइन
कति हिड़े, कति डुले म त्यो बाटो
सरी है बाजे, तिमीमा मेरो आँखा पटक्कै गएन....
रंग लाएर चटक्कै छौ होला अहिले,
खुशिले गद-गद भएर हाँसिरहेको छौ होला अहिले....
आफ्नो Birthday पर्खेर....

तर के गर्नु बाजे.....?
‘भानु जयन्ती’ भन्दा ‘भेलेन्टाईन डे’ लाई महत्व दिने
धेरै छन यहाँ
आदिकवि.... तिम्रो भन्दा
‘यामा बुद्ध’ र ‘लाउरे’ को छन धेरै fan यहाँ
दिउँसो रामायण पाठमा भन्दा
बेलुकिको ‘नाइट प्रोग्राम’ मा धेरै घुईचो हुन्छ यहाँ
दउरा सुरुवाल लगाउन नजान्ने त झन
कति छन कति यहाँ
नेपाली बोल्न लजाउने र ठुटे इंगलिश पढ़काउने
खोज्नु पर्दैन यहाँ.....

तर जे सुकै होस!
एकै दिनको लागि भएपनि,
जता-ततै.....
साहित्यको कुरो गरिनेछ
शुद्ध नेपाली शब्दहरु छानेर
वक्त्व्यहरु राखिनेछ
कविता पढ़िनेछ
रामायण पढ़िनेछ
फेरि बेलुकि उहि त हो
दउरा सुरुवाल, नेपाली टोपी
फेरि पट्याएर बाकसमा थन्काईन्छ
रामायण पोको पारि फेरि दराजमा राखिन्छ
अर्को साल फेरि भानु जयन्ति आउनेछ
लेउले छोपेको,
बनमाराको झोड़िले पुरेको
भानु बाजे... तिम्रो मुर्तिले घाम देख्नेछ....

भानु बाजे, नरिसाउनु तिमी
रिसले दाह्रा नकिटनु तिमी
साह्रै बिजी छौ है हामी सबै त
अब…. तिमी नै Understanding गरिदिनु
अब…. तिमी नै Understanding गरिदिनु………||

- अमिर भण्डारी

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Love letter that never reached the girl....

I still remember that day, the day when as usual I was 10 minutes early for the tuition. The tutor, Mr. Singh Sir was strict about punctuality so I didn't wanted to give him a chance to scold me.

Not a single minute had passed after 8AM and students of the batch previous to us started coming out from his room. Singh Sir lived in a rented apartment at Soreng Bazaar, West Sikkim. His apartment was on the ground floor of the famous Dimcos building. 

Everyday, the stairway and the little passage/verandah in the ground floor of that building used to get flooded with the students of class 10 and 12 coming for tuition. He was a renowned tutor of the locality of those days.

As the students of the previous batch left, we entered inside and took our favourite seats.... Mine being the farthest at the corner.  The first room was the tuition room with two beds and a big table in the middle. Each batch had exactly 10 students and the two beds would comfortably hold 10 asses (some big and some smaller ones... :P). Singh Sir would sit in the chair at one end of the table like the head of the family.

So, as usual we were seated, sir went inside to take a tea break and the tuition room was filled with the aroma of samosas or aalu chops maybe. Since the kitchen was attached with the tuition room, so it was impossible for them to keep their dish secret. I wondered whether the dish was as tasty as it smelt and unknowingly I gulped.... as my saliva glands went crazy.

Meanwhile, two beautiful (or cute would be better word) girls (one among them is the female protagonist of this article) entered the tuition room. Since our batch already had 10 students and adding two more was out of question and also there was no place for them to sit, I wondered why were they here!

Sir came out patting his stomach and had a discussion with them. We came to know that they were students of present class 10 from TNA, Gangtok and were on their winter vacation to their ancestral home at Soreng. Their parents had arranged tuition for them so they could utilise some amount of their vacation time. Since they were present 10, tuition classes were not as important to them as it was to us. Our exams were starting after a couple of months.

One of the girl among the two was the cutest and most importantly her height also matched mine.... Since I was hardly 4.9 back then(though I have hardly managed to grow some inches more now). Her name according to unreliable sources was Sadhana. 

Sadhana.... what a cute name! Ain't it? The tuition was never so lively before. Trigonometry was never so interesting before. I never took so much time in grooming myself for the tuition before. I even changed my seat, from my favourite place in the corner to the one close to sir (actually close to her.... :P).

In that one month, we hardly exchanged glances. Obviously I was too introvert and for her I was invisible.... sigh!!

But suddenly one day, I had a realisation. hehehe.... I knew that it was now or never. I decided to write a love letter, first love letter of my life. Though I had written a couple of letters on behalf of others and obviously they were never accepted. There must be some other reasons.... or was it because of my letter writing talent? Only god and the girls know!!

Trying in cursive font this time, I tried to write as slowly and elegantly as possible. Even managed to add a couple of dialogues like 'Rose is red, sky is blue.....' blah blah.... And finally giving it a classic touch, burnt the edges of the paper. So it was perfect. My first love letter. :P

Next day, I surprised my mom by taking a bath early in the morning. Little excited and little afraid I went for tuition. The girls came late everyday and that day too it was already 8:10 when they entered. Today I was not interested in the probability that Singh Sir was trying to teach us. I was thinking about how and where should I give the letter to her? Should I put it inside her copy when she is looking elsewhere? Ambho... how can I? I will look like a thief. Should I give her the letter and run away? Or should I act cool and try talking with her? Should I give it as soon as we leave the tuition? Or wait till we reach the market? What if she throws it away? Should I go and fetch that or leave it and pretend as if nothing happened? Should I wait till she reads it? I didn't know a thing!!

My mind was completely out of my control and I felt I was going to freak out soon.... The hour went by so fast. and by each passing minute, the pace of my heart increased.... I could literally see my hands shaking and hear my heart pounding. It was 9AM and as usual we left the room. I was still unable to decide what to do and they in a hurry went their way.

I felt sad. I became like a Devdas. I made up my mind that no matter what happens, I am giving this letter to her. Since, only some days were left for our tuition. Next day, with sheer determination and courage, I went early. I waited and waited but she didn't come. Same with the next day and the day after the next day. One day, one girl enquired about them and we came to know that their class is over. They wont be coming.

I became like Devdas++. The tuition was so boring without them. I hated going. Some days later, I too left the tuition. Days went by, slowly I forgot about her. Examination came, I got busy preparing for that. Then the tension of result, and life moved on.She was completely erased from my mind.

Couple of days back, when I was checking some of my older books and copies, I found that letter, kept neatly inside the Class 10 Mathematics book. Ignoring the little amount of fade, it was the same as I wrote it.

The memories rolled in my mind. The letter started with 

Dear S...... 

          Blah Blah Blah....

............................................         (Some dialogues)

...........................................          (Some other dialogues)

With love,

A.....

Why didn't I write Sadhana instead of S...... Maybe because I wasn't sure about her spelling or actually name hehe..... Anyways while I was reading the letter, I felt as if I was reading some funny article. The letter made me laugh so hard and I felt embarrased as it was one of the funniest thing I had ever read and the fact that it was my first love letter made it worse. I was so much glad the letter is still with me and was undelivered.

At first I thought to keep it as a memory, but suddenly I thought about my brother's reaction after reading it. I would be the laughing stock and a joke material for months or years to come. While tearing it into pieces, I smiled and tried remembering her face but I couldn't.... I wondered how did she look like... 

She was my first crush(or maybe 5th) hehe.... 

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Nepali Poem: एउटा छोरोको व्यथा...... [Euta choro ko byatha.....]

This is a poem written by my best buddy Prabhakar Chettri describing the emotions of a son who has so many dreams to be fulfilled, so many faces to bring happiness to. When his effort doesn't count and people judge him by the result.

Poem Title: एउटा छोरोको व्यथा......

किन लाग्छ यो जिवन गाह्रो मलाई

खै के गरुँ, कहाँ पो जाऊँ, कसरी मनाऊ यो मनलाई

आज भोलि डर लाग्न थालेको छ आफै-आफैमा

लाग्छ त्यसै मरिने पो होकि सपनाको थाकैमा,

आमाको आँखामा छ सपना छोरालाई अघि बड़ाउने

बाबाको मनमा छ तृष्ना उसलाई सफल्ता दिलाउने,

तर यो खोक्रिएको संसारले कसलाई पो देला जिउने आधार

यहाँ मानिस-मानिस लड़िरहेका छन, मचाई हाहाकार..... ॥

सत्यनै बोले, सत्यमै हिड़े, सत्यकै पुत्ला बनि,

तर चिनेनन् मलाई कसैले पनि एक सत्यवान भनि

लाग्छ भग्वान पनि पैसाले नै पाइन्दो हो,

नत्र..... किन गरिब अनाथ भो ?

अब त पाईला-पाईलाप्रति शंका लाग्न थालेको छ

कतै मानिसले मलाई पागल पो  देख्ने हो कि...... ??

भन्ने गर्छु म मेरो आमा-बुवालाई

म नै हो बुढ़ेसकालको लाठी,

तर लाग्न थालेको छ बोझ आफै उनिहरु माथि

कसलाई सुनाऊ मनको पीड़ा, सुनिदिने कोहि छैन,

यहाँ आफ्नै मानिस स्वार्थी भए

भए सारा संसार पराई,

बिन्ति छ मेरो हजुरहरुलाई

जस्ले पढ़े मेरो यो लेख

एक चोटि महसूस गरिहेर्नुहोस

कस्तो बित्दो हो यो असहाय छोरोलाई....

सायद मेरो यो लेख शब्दले नसुहाँउदो हो,

तर शब्दलाई सजाउन होइन मलाई

मेरो आफ्नो पिड़ा सुनाउनु हो.......॥

-प्रभाकर छेत्री, 

मलबाँसे सोरेङ

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Poem Title: काकी झुण्डिन् रे.....!! (Kaki jhundin re...!!)

This article is all about domestic violence and its aftermath.

Poem Title: काकी झुण्डिन् रे.....!! 

आज निकै खैला-बैला देख्दैछु
काका-काकी को घरमा
मान्छेको भिड़ पनि निकै छ
तिर्पल पनि ओड़ाईएको छ,
कोहि रुँदैछ्न् डाको छोड़ी
कोहि सुकसुकाईरहेछ
कोहि फेरि आँखा भरि आँसु बनाई
एकोहोरो टोलाईरहेछ ॥

एसो सोध-खोज गर्दा, काकी खसेछ्न्
रातिनै कतिबेला, पासो लगाई झुण्डिएछ्न्
सधैं मिठो बोल्ने ति काकी
त्यो हाँसिलो अनुहार,
मानौ उनि संग दुख भन्ने केहि थिएन,
तर अचानोको पिर खुकुरीले बुझ्दैन भने झै
उनको पनि आफ्नै पिर थिएछ,
सधै रक्सि खाएर घर आउने काकाले
कति घर-झगड़ा गर्थेछ्न्,
कति पिटथेछ्न्, कति जगाटाउथेछ्न्,
कति अरु संग आँखा लगाई
नाना थरि भन्थेछ्न् ॥

बुढ़ि कुटेर आफुलाई मर्द ठान्ने काका
आज एक कुनामा बसिरहेछ्न्,
ति निर्धक्क सुतिरहेकी काकीलाई
नियालेर हेरिरहेछ्न्......
अब काकाले कसलाई कुटेर
आफ्नो मर्दको सबूत दिने ?
कसलाई जगटाएर आफु बलियो महसुस गर्ने ?

त्यस्ता हजारौ काकाहरु छन् हाम्रो समाजमा,
पल्लो घर, ओल्लो घर,
माथिल्लो घर, तल्लो घर,
कोहि त आफ्नै घरमा होलान्,
जसलाई आफु मर्द हुँ भनेर
आफैलाई सधैं सम्झना गराउनु पर्छ,
बुढ़ि कुटेर, आमा-बाउ कुटेर.....
र त्यस्ता काकीहरु पनि छन होला
जो समाज को डरले, लाजले,
केहि नबोलि, शरिरभरि चोट बोकि
हाँसिरहेछ्न्, खोक्रो खुशि देखाईरहेछन् ॥

मर्दनै हुनु मन छ तिमीलाई भने
लड़ न ति समाजका कुप्रथाहरु सित,
ति जात-पात बेकारका ढ़ोङहरु सित,
हाम्रो अस्तित्वलाई औंला ठराउने सित,
ति हाम्रो चेलि-बेटी माथि हात-पात गर्ने,
छेड़-छाड़ गर्ने, बलात्कार गर्ने
लड़ न तिमी ति स्यालहरु सित,
ति हाम्रा छोराहरुलाई नानाथरि टेब्लेट बेच्ने
ति नशाका ब्यापारीहरु सित,
लड़छौनै तिमी भने,
लड़ तिमी ति भ्रष्टचारीहरु सित
ति सोझ-साझालाई लुट्ने हरेक लुटेराहरु सित
नछोड़ बरु कसैलाई,
ति समाजका बोझ र कलंकहरुलाई
जरै देखि उखेलेर फालिदेउ,
र पो मान्नेछौं तिमीलाई मर्द
त्यो मातेर भाँड़ा पछार्दैमा ,
ति निर्बल नारिलाई कुट्दैमा त तिमी
हाँसो को पात्रो बन्दैछौ,
एउटा नहुनु पर्ने उदाहरण बन्दैछौ ॥

अझै पनि बुझ्दैनौ तिमीले भने
भोलि फेरि एउटी काकी, माईजु, फुपु,
दिदी, बहिनी, छ्यामाको घरमा
फेरि तिर्पल ओड़ाईनेछ,
फेरि कोहि जिउ भरि चोट र
मनभरि पीर बोकि पासो लाउनेछ्न्,
कोहि बिख खानेछ्न्, कोहि हाम फाल्नेछ्न्,
स-साना नानि हरु पछि छोड़ेर,
उनिहरुको कलिलो हृदयमा नमेटिने छाप छोड़ेर ॥

- अमिर भण्डारी, ‘छ्त्रे’

मलबाँसे, सोरेङ

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Munu's Diary!

Name?
Munu.

Nicknames?
I hate being called with nicknames. Especially 'pussy-cat'. Doens't that sound vulgar?

Age?
3 years.

Owners?
Amir and his family. But let me make this clear, they don't own me, I own them.
Amir is very much understanding, he understands when I am hungry, when I want to play, when I want to slip under his warm blanket, and the list goes on. But I am allergic to his brother Anup, he lifts me and cuddles me when I dont want to, and most hating part, he disturbs me when I am having a good nap.... arggghhhh!!

Brief Biography?
I was born at Kurseong and brought to Malbasey when I was just 3 months. I loved it here and blended with the family soon enough and I rarely missed my mom and sister.

Catchphrase?
'Give me food...'
'No, I dont wanna play right now...'
'Was that suri?'
'Give me food... Give me food... Give me food...'

Suri?
Oh yeah, she is my CGF (Cat G.F.). I love spending time with her but she is always running away from me. Sigh...

Favorite habits?
Sleeping on the lap, Giving innocent looks to the owner when they are having meal, Biting and scratching the hands and feet of the owner.

Perfect Evening?
Eat chicken legs, yawn... yawn... & yawn, snooze on the lap, Repeat.

Favorite Food?
Anything that is not vegetarian.

Defining Moment?
The day my owners cut my long fangs so that I could stop peeling of the skin of those who keep doing things to me I didn't like. I cannot climb a tree and the situation is worst when I see some squirrels in the tree and I can do nothing but stare.

Enemies?
I am not scared of anyone or anything though, except the black dog from the house above, the white dog that barks every time he sees me, the stray dogs that sometimes comes over, and every other dog. The stick that my owner sometimes flicks when I meow too much asking for food in wrong times.

If you could do one thing to make the world a better place for felines, what would it be? 
Ummm.... hang chicken legs everywhere and make cozy warm places everywhere so that all cats can have a good meal and a good sleep. And make all dogs afraid of cats.

Any message for dogs?
Yes.... Listen all the scary and filthy creatures, we don't have any personal grudges with you and we ain't afraid of you either. We just want to sleep and not get disturbed. We are a very friendly creatures and don't liked to be sniffed. Just don't come near us and avoid problems.

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Poem Title: हन को बिदेशी......?? [Hana ko Bideshi....??]

'Nepali Nepal Jaa...

Bhutia Bhutan Jaa...

Lepcha ko thau chaina...!!"

                               - Old Settlers of Sikkim

This is what the posters read on the streets of Sikkim, and it was credited to Old Settlers of Sikkim. This poem depicts my frustration and anger on reading and hearing about the same.
P.S. This are my personal thoughts and I am not trying to manipulate anyone.

हिँजो राति म साह्रै छ्टपटाए
एता फर्के म, उता फर्के
कुरा के के खेलाए मनमा
झसंग-झसंग ब्यूंझे म,
निंद्रा पटक्कै लागेन ।

दिँउसो बड़ाबाउले पत्रिका पढदा
निकै फतफताउदै थिए,
‘हामी खाँटि सिक्किमे नेपाली,
बिदेशी हामी कि तँ हरु?’
भन्दै कराउँदै थिए ।

कुरो एसो बुझ्दा त
साँच्चै नै, मनै अमिलो भयो,
पहिला त अरुतिर बिदेशी (चाईनिज) भन्थे
अब त आफ्नै सिक्किममा पनि भन्न थाले,
आँटै हो कि इनिहरुको,
कि हाम्रो धैर्यको परिक्षा लिएको हो ?
कि साह्रै ‘old’ भएर
मगजले काम गर्न छाड़ेको हो ?


हन हाम्रो बाजेले त सिक्किम
लाप्चे, भोटे र नेपालीको भन्थे,
हाम्रा त बाजेको बाजे पनि
सिक्किमे नै थिए रे !
आज अचानकै हामीलाई बिदेशी भन्नेले
भोलि लखेट्न बेर छैन……
को हुन इनिहरु, कहिले आएका हुन
कता बाट आए, कँहा बाट छिरे ?
आज हाम्रै घरमा आएर
यो तेरो घर होइन भन्दैछन, कठैबर.....


यो लान्छ्नाले यदि कसैको मनमा
डड़ेलो लाग्दैन भने,
त्यो गोर्खे खुन उम्लिन्दैन भने,
जुरुरु कन्छिरी तातिन्दैन भने,
कहिले तातिने हो ?
जब कुम्लो कटेरो बोकाई
डाँड़ा कटाँऊछ तब ?
कि ‘भागो हमारा सिक्किम से….’
भन्छ तब ?

अब त क्रांतिकारी होस कि संग्रामी होस,
प्रजातांत्रिक होस कि कांग्रेसि होस
या त हिमाली राज्य नै होस,
झण्डा एक दुई दिन घरमा थन्काई
त्यो ruling र opposition को भावना लुकाई,
सबै मिली जुली, साथ भई
बोल्ने बेला आएको छ,
बिदेशी को हो र को होइन
लेखा-जोखा हिसाब गर्ने बेला आएको छ,
मैले त झण्डा थन्काईसके
तँपाई पनि एक-दुई दिन थन्काउनुहोस,
मेरो त कन्छिरी तातियो
अब तँपाई पनि तताउनुहोस,
सिक्किमे नेपालीको अस्तित्व माथि
यसरी प्रश्न हुँदा
लाटो भै मुक दर्शक नबन्नुहोस,
अझै पनि मुक दर्शक नबन्नुहोस ॥


-       अमिर भण्डारी ‘छ्त्रे’
मलबाँसे, सोरेंग

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Grow up sisters..... [16+]

He wont use condoms, you use pills
Why? Because he wants it natural?
(Do you know of ovarian cancer and infertility?)
He gets you pregnant, you have aborted like 5 times.
Why? Because he is not ready!.
GROW UP!

He is tired of natural place for copulation.
He moves to your ass saying its tighter.
Then you begin to leak & smell.
Why? Because you want to please
& not loose him...
GROW UP!

You have been wearing his engagement ring,
for close to 4yrs.
He is not wearing any... Why?
Because he has promised you marriage.
GROW UP MY SISTER.!

He wants a Blowjob.
Yet he wont give you head.
Why? Because he feels you are not so clean there....
GROW UP MY SISTER!

You dress half naked,
thinking you look sexy & hot.
He isn't complaining.
But he has more cloths on.
Dont be surprised when he takes a more decent girl home...
GROW UP LADY.....

A guy dumps you, you wanna pay him back
& all you could do is to sleep with his friend?
and you think this is pay back?
like seriously???
SISTERS GROW UP.....

You think getting pregnant for him
will make him marry you...
GROW UP GIRL....
You become a single mama with 'No Job'
No means for feeding your baby and yourself
So...you leave junior with Grandma &
Go back to the Hustling field
Then you begin to say, "M­en Are Wicked!"
Whose fault?
Please ladies, be wise!
You know you deserve better than this...
Don't always be at the loosing end!!!

- Anonymous

This is a piece that I found on Facebook and really moved me. I think this article must be forwarded and read atleast once by every teenage girl. And more importantly taken positively as an awareness matter. How true, that due to advancement of so called thinking and in the race to be advance, people are going beyond limits. Highly moved by the western culture, they try to adapt what they see and hear in movies, internet and other medias.

Though it is a high time that people change their mentality, but we cannot expect all the people in the world to change theirs at once. All we can do is be careful ourselves, specially girls. 

"Live with dignity and world will treat you with respect......"

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'Chinese nahi bhaiya Sikkimese...'

A funny poem depicting how students of Sikkim and North Eastern States are called chinki and chinese in the main land India and treated as outsiders.

Title: 'चाईनिज नही भैया..... सिक्किमिज़'

Genre: व्यंग्य [Comedy]

अकस्मात, झटारिएर,

उछिटिएर, लड़बरिन्दै,
म कहाँ आईपुगेछु !
अस्त ब्यस्त शहर,
मान्छेको भीड र हतार
म यो कहाँ आईपुगेछु ?

पहिलो दिनमै,
केहि छिनमै
जता ततै 'ए चिंकी'
'ए चाईनिज' मात्र सुन्छु,
आफ्नै मूल आफ्नै देशमा
बिदेशी भनिन्दा
कता कता उदास हुन्छु ||

'चाईना नही सिक्किम'
भन्दै बुझाउनु खोज्दा
'ये सिक्किम कहाँ पड़ता है ?'
भन्ने अफ्ठ्यारो प्रस्न पाउछु
'इंडियामे ही पड़ता है भैया !'
भन्दै आफ्नो बाटो तताउछु ||

हन, कहिले कहिँ त
आफैलाई प्रस्न गरि पठाऊछु
म पनि भारतीय नै होइन र ?
इंडियाले वर्ल्ड-कप जित्दा
के म उफ्री-उफ्री नाचिन र ?
हाम्रो राष्ट्रिय गान बज्दा
के हामी उठ्दिनौ र ?
'कालो धन फर्काऊ'
भन्दै अन्ना बाजे अनसन बस्दा
के हामीपनि भोक भोकै बसेनौ र ?

तरै पनि खै त,
'सिक्किम कहाँ पड़ता है ?' भन्छन....
'नेपालमे कि चाइनामे ?' सोधछन् ....
हन, सानो छदा भूगोलमा
इंडियाको म्याप हेरेनछन् कि कसो?
छ्यास्स उक्सिएर उभो निस्केको सिक्किम
देखेनछन् कि कसो ?

कि त सिक्किमको समाचार
आज तक र इंडिया टिवी तिर नआएर हो
कि सिक्किमको IPL को टिम नभएर हो ?
कि हामी  एति शान्त स्वभावको  भएर हो
सिक्किमलाई धेरै नचिनेको......

हन, हाम्रो आँखा चिम्से नै भए पनि
हामी ह्यान्डसम र ब्यूटीफुल  नै छौ
नाइटोमा हामी प्यान्ट लाउदैनौ,
मुरीले जुत्ता छोपदैनौ,
चप्पलमा टाई लाउदैनौ ||

तर हामी कहिले तिमीलाई हेरेर हाँसछौ र ?
सिक्किमतिर आउदा तिमीलाई
नाईजेरियन र अफ्रिकन भन्छौ र ?
फेरी हामी चै किन आफ्नै देशमा
भारतीय जस्तो नठानिएको ?
किन अर्कै ग्रहको प्रजाति
जस्तो मानिएको ??

त्यसैले दाह्रा किट्दै भएपनि
'सिक्किम इंडियामे पड़ता है' भन्दैछु
नबुज्नेलाई खुर्पाको बेड़ भने जस्तै
'चाईनिज नही..... सिक्किमिज़' बुझाऊदैछु  ||

Note: Not meant to harm the sentiments of any.

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Most annoying people on Facebook...

Since when did facebook - "A social utility that connects people with friends and others who work, study and live around them" turn into a channel through which people shove down our throats posts/pictures that are really annoying but we are forced to like them because we need our posts/pictures to be liked in return.

The following are the compilation of the most annoying people on Facebook.

THE OVER SHARER:

Do we really need to know what you did last weekend? Or last night? Or what are you doing right now at this very moment? Even before one can properly hit the 'log in' button, every nano minute of your friends' lives in on display for the world to know.

Ya, this includes
- the duck face in the movie halls(Dabang2 roxx....),
- the metal sign in the pubs(Chilling wid ma homies....),
- pictures of what food they ate(Waiting for the order at MacD....),
- and later status from their loo(Stomach upset....),
Some people even go one step ahead and post their 'current' location on their pages, you know, just to let the world know that they are at xyz location, eating paani-puri with their BFFs (tagged in the update, ofcourse).

ATTENTION SEEKERS:

Its true that everyone is seeking attention on some level but these guys use the most cringe worthy tactics. Like taking the quiz, 'Which bollywood actress do you look like?' Facebook applications says you look like Katrina!! Well, then you definitely do 'coz FB is never wrong. Or even worse 'Who have a crush on you?' yuck...

Or posting the lyrics of Avril's or Taylor's song so that everyone asks you 'Is everything ok?' Or posting some vague philosopher's quote because you are so intellectual, which a 100 people will 'like' because they are also intellectual.

Worst offenders? Dramatic exes, who, when arent busy tearing apart their former loves on their walls are busy changing their relationship status. Since this isn't a ______ movie and you arent Tom Cruise and ______, we seriously dont give a damn.

ONES WITH MARRIAGE TIMELINE:

Its been proved that married people are the most hyperactive FB users, effectively turning the website to shaadi.com. Logging on means having to face the onslaught of wedding & honeymoon pictures and worst of all, wedding countdowns. Did you know that marriage isn't official until your relationship status says so and a thousand people like it and comment on it, like 'cool bro' or 'congrats'.

FRIENDS MAKER:

Its really great to make new friends on FB but what if you find yourself as one friend among their 9871 other friends? Do they feel that there is some award that they are gonna get if their friend list is the largest in the FB community? God knows!!

ONES WITH DUCK FACES:

We all know that face, right? The one that every girl makes whenever there's a camera in the room. The one they think makes them look like Angelina Jolie but they actually just look like ducks.... or even worse, fish!! The duck face is usually accompanied by equally painful looking body contortions and black and white photography.
Dont tell me you have seen a boy's picture with a duck face? Really? M already sick....

ONES WITH BABY PICTURES:

They are cute ofcourse and its really nice if there are some pics on FB. But it really gets boring after the 101st picture, when you run of your awwwwws. And the worst one, having a FB account for their babies through which they send you friend requests? There's just a thin line between cute and creepy, and your baby just crossed that line by commenting on my pic.

DAILY WISHERS:

What if someday you log in and you see all the 1200 friends of yours, posting their status, 'Good morning friends!' 

These are the people who dont forget to post 'Good night, friends....' on their walls before they goto sleep everyday. But even after an hour you find them online, replying to the comments on their post 'Good night to you too!'.

ONES ON RELATIONSHIP:

Wasn't he/she 'in relationship with' someone else yesterday? and with someone else a week before??
Why doesn't FB provide a feature where the people can show the list of their exes who they were in relationship with in the past(If you are already showcasing everything in FB then why to hide this one, isn't it?)

Ok we came to know that you are in relationship with xyz(if you really think that we care), and we believed it, but is it necessary to post a pic of you hugging her or worst, kissing her??

Note: The characters depicted above are purely original. If it has resemblence with any living person, then it is just a fact.

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छत्रेको डायरी - भाग १ [Chatrey ko diary - Part 1]

छत्रेको डायरी - भाग १

२० साल पुग्दा नपुग्दै आफु बुड़ो भएको भावनाले ग्रसित भएर कलम चलाउन बाध्य भए | यतिका सालहरुमा मुस्किल ले ५ फीट बढेको यो ठाडो शरीर कुन दिन पुलुक्कै हुने हो र आफ्नो नामको अघि पनि स्वर्गवासी टायटल थपिने हो |  हुनु त मैले स्वर्ग जाने केहि काम गरेको छु जस्तो त लाग्दैन तरै पनि आजसम्म कसैले 'नर्गवासी फलानो ढिस्को' भनेको नसुनेको ले यो मनमा कता-कता हर्स पनि लाग्छ, स्वर्गै जान्छु भनेर |

हिजो मात्र जस्तो लाग्छ कट्टु बिनाको हाप्पेन लाएर लुखुर-लुखुर बजार गाको, सुलसुले खेल्दा फेरी त्यै हाप्पेनको पनि पछाडी पट्टि प्वाल परेको, भुइँ खोदाली-खोदाली जंगली अमला खाको, गनेउला पोलेर माछा भन्दै खाको, बाँसको जराको लाते भुकुंदो खेलेको, के-के जाति चै गरिन र मैले ?

एक-दुइ दिन गर्दै कति छिटो दुनिया कहाँ देखि कहाँ आइ पुगेछ पत्तै पाईएन  | त्यो फाटेको लुखुरे हाप्पेनपनि आमाको लागि झुम्रो भईसकेछ |  त्यो हिजो को कट्टु नचिन्ने केटा पनि आज Jockey र Neva मात्रै खोज्ने भएछ | कठैबर......

सानो हुँदा कहिले ठुलो हुनु र के-के गरुँ भन्ने भावनाले मनै अमिलो पारि दिन्थ्यो तर आज ठुलो भएपछि भने नक्कली केटिहरु हेर्दा-हेर्दा आँखै धमिलो हुन्छ |  जे होस् उमेरलाई दोस दिंदै भए पनि  सुन्दरता छर्दै हीन्ने ठिटीहरु चै हेर्ने गर्छु, आँखा लोभी मन पापी भने झैँ |  तर जे भने पनि छाउरो कुकुरले छाउरी कुकुर पछ्याएको जस्तो पछ्याउनु चै सिकेन यो ज्यान ले, नत: ट्वाक्क-ट्वाक्क जिब्रो पड्काउनु सिक्यो..... बरु हेर्यो घुटुक्क थुक निल्यो बस:  |

सानै देखि बाऊ-आमाको आज्ञाकारी बालक भएपनि श्रवणकुमार भन्ने उपाधि भने कहिले पाईन र चाहिएन पनि | हुन त श्रवणकुमार हुने जोसमा धनु-कांड लिएर हिड्दा मौरीले चिलेको एउटा घटना अझै मेरो घरमा हाँस खेलको लागि बर्णन भै रहन्छ |

 

नेपाली साहित्यकार बनि नेपाली समाजमा योगदान पुरयाउने ठुलो इच्छा र सपना बोकेर अघि बढीरहेको यो मोरो आज अलपत्रै बाटोमा ट्वाँ परेको जस्तो लाग्छ  |  लाग्छ कि अझै यो हातमा नेपाली साहित्यलाई योगदान पुरयाउने खाल्को ताकत आएको छैन | एउटा मोरोले त प्याच्च बोली हाल्यो कि दाह्री-जुंगा नफुलुन्जेल त जति लेखेपनि जति धसेपनि कसैले पत्याउने हैनन् |

 

तर कसैले पत्याउने र नपत्याउने कुराले यो मोरोलाई तातो न छारो हुन्छ | यो मोरोलाई लेख्ने जोस चलेकै छ | यसको प्रमाण तपाई यो कुराबाट लगाई हाल्नुहोस कि यस समय सबैजना परीक्षा दिनमा ब्यस्त छन् र म भने यो कक्षामा बसेर प्रस्न-पत्रको पछाडीपट्टि यो लेख लेख्दैछु........

 

क्रमस......................

[जब छत्रे फ्री हुन्छ]

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Looking for a job....

Recently, I came to know that I am getting old. Am I? Really? [My GF will hate me for writing this.... :)] 

Not that my face grew pale.... it must be due to the exam tension.... neither because of my excessive hair-fall, that too must be because of the cheap hair gel that I burrowed from my friends [hahaha.....].

I think now its time to do something.... a job maybe. As everyone in our class were talking about their dreams and future, at one point I took out my ID-card to confirm, was I really doing Engineering? It was an amazing feeling to know that there are very few who aim to become Software Engineers someday. Some wants to prepare for some Navy Exams, some going in military, some pilots and so so....

After listening to all this, I wonder why the hell am I with them crying, "I want to be a Software Engineer'. Infact, if I ask myself, I wonder if thats really my dream. 

So, I open a notepad [who grabs a pen and paper to write thoughts nowadays....] and start thinking and jotting down what do really want to do?

Though the list was going on and on, but some points really came from my heart :

1. I love to work with people more than machines and papers!!
2. I love to be with my family and friends
3. I love to be respected, to be loved and cared for.
4. I love inspiring people and being inspired.
5. I love making new friends and meeting new people more than dieing in a cubicle!!
6. I love travelling and seeing new places more than being stuck in the same environment for life!!
7. I love to learn new things and grow everyday..
8. I love freedom of time and money.
9. I love to see people excited about each others’ success and happiness
10. I love to see people completing each other than competing with each other..
11. I love to be my OWN boss.
12. I love to be in positive environment and develop positive environment around.
13. I love to be honest, compassionate, kind-hearted, generous, i.e., HUMANE..
14. I love to be successful by helping others for the same. “WIN-WIN”
15. I like to keep life-time relationships.
16. I like to bring “the GIANT within us”

17. I like to serve the people, the country and the humanity.
18. I would LOVE to LOVE and spread LOVE and get LOVE.

Now tell me..... what in the world will fulfill atleast some of my points above?

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Why 'Sikkim' in Sikkim Mahananda Express.......?

'53 Waiting List in North-East Express!' said the person at the ticket reservation counter and stared at me waiting for my reply. I was there reserving a ticket for my journey back home for the Summer Vacation. 'A confirm ticket on any train would be okay', I said.

He was again busy with the railway reservation site looking for any seats left in any trains. 

'huh..... 112 seats left in Sikkim Mahananda Express!'

I jumped off my feet in sheer joy. But wait..... did he just say 'SIKKIM' Mahananda Express?
'Which train?' I asked in disbelief.
'Sikkim Mahananda Express...'

I never knew that the full name of Mahananda Express was 'Sikkim' Mahananda Express. I had heard some second-hand news about Mahananda Express. Like, it is the slowest train in India, pregnant women gives birth to their child in the train itself, and so so. I don't remember the source of this information though. [I won't confirm the reality as I have already said, it was a second-hand news]

Two days later, I was at the Delhi railway station waiting for the train. Praying god that the rumour I heard about the train are just rumours and not real.

I walked towards platform No.11, where a big crowd of people had already gathered. I looked towards my right, there were people to the last corner of the platform, same condition in the left.

We put down our bags and sit there alert and concious as Indian Railway Stations are highly famed for thieves....

Then the announcement...'yatri kripaya dhyaan dey.... New Jalpaiguri hokey janey wali Sikkim Mahananda Express platform no. 11 par aa rahi hey...'

I hear the loud roar of engine and the swarm of people start pushing each other, stepping upon each others bag.... 'arrey bhai, hamey bhi jana hai.... rukegi train aaram se charo' I shout!!

Did anyone listen? haha... People start boarding the train while it is still moving. At one point I doubt, 'will train even stop?'

I look at the coaches of the so called 'Sikkim' Mahananda Express.... it looked as if it was attacked with cowdung and glasses most of it broken.

Ignoring all this, I pick up my bag and start looking for our coach. Pushing and pulling continues.... and I reach my seat. 'Arrey bhai rasta do' 'bhaiya saman toh rakhney do....' I argue.

Then I see the real situation of the so called 'Sikkim' Mahanganda Express. People start boarding the train with large big bags [which we call in nepali as 'bora'], not just one but many, as if they were taking their whole home to some other place. My friend looks at me and I smile.

Whistle blew and my friend took a deep breath. He seemed to be quite irritated by the loud sounds that the people on our coach were making. Some fighting over seats [luckily not us], some talking in mobile as if the person on the other side was deaf, some arguing with their wife and children and so so....

The train caught motion, I thought about our Newton Uncle's theory, 'An object on rest or motion continues to be in rest or motion until and unless acted upon by some external force.' I start thinking about the external force that brought the long train from rest into motion..... [pretending to be clever]

Meanwhile, we had covered a long distance and had left the Delhi Railway Station quite far away.... someone shaking me.... 'hah bhai! naasta?'

I point at my partner and leave the descision upto him. He, still seemed to be overcoming the irritation and frustation of the loud roars that the people in front of us were making and the big bags that were piled in front of us....

'Log kya kya lekar charte hain train mein?' he asks the person who had come for taking the order for breakfast.
'Bhai! ye MAHA-NANDA nani MAHA-GANDA train hein!' he replies....
'Hahahahaha.....' my friend laughs as if he was fully satisfied with the statement and the statement was what he wanted to hear, the frustation  had vanished from his face. I smiled too.... supporting him!!

After a while I was again lost in the thougts.... but not about the Newton's Law this time. I was thinking about the name of the train. I couldn't find the reason why this train was called 'Sikkim' Mahananda Express.

Why is the name 'Sikkim' attached to Mahananda Express?
I have never found anyone in my life who have visited Sikkim at least once and ever complained about Sikkim. May it be in cleanliness, or about the behavior of the people out there [ignoring some taxi drivers over charging them] , or the peace that prevails in the hills.

If 'Sikkim' Mahananda Express isn't like Sikkim in anyway then why is the name of our beautiful state hanging there?

A feeling of hatred burns inside my heart for the one who thought of keeping the train's name as Sikkim Mahananda Express which isn't like Sikkim in any way.

Meanwhile after some nitty gritty experience and about 36 hours of journey, our Sikkim Mahananda Express had brought us to our destination. After getting out of the train and having a sip of tea in the station, I look back at the train as it starts it engine and thank it for bringing me home safely and I felt it smile and wave back at me.

[Note: Not meant to harm the sentiments of anyone. If so, is purely co-incidental and unintentional.]

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