Creativity Cessation (for Math’s sake…)

Okay, I won’t be writing for 20 days now… exams start in either 11 days (may be after 9 days if there’s the bandh that the Maoists have planned from the 4th) and I need to increase my Math mark by 40 and my percentage by 12. It seems impossible, but I have no other way out. My parents made half the rules and I made the other half; at this stage it’s imperative that I improve my performance no matter what.

Perfection

Until before the play, I was waiting for it to finish so that I could go back to writing, and now that it’s over, I’m busy with other things. Take a guess— yes, schoolwork.

Here’s a question that has boggled my mind (I will put it in the beggining of the post so that even those who will not read the whole post will see it and think about it): What do people want in life?  Money? love? Happiness?

I hate…

A list of some things about Kathmandu that I just can’t stand– besides the pollution.

• Men who sit next to women on tempos although there’s (a lot of) free space on the other side). Actually, sometimes I wonder whether its just Kathmandu men or whether all men are SO gruesome.
• Freaks who choose to learn how to drive on a microbus carrying over twenty people (today I happened to ride on a microbus that was driven by an amatuer)
• Micros that flash their headlight as if to say “I’m in a hurry, leave way. Even if I kill you, it’s your fault, not mine.” As a matter of fact, microbusses can NEVER be in a hurry.
• Motorcycle riders who drive in zig zags.
• Drivers and conductors (especially of Micros [note my intense hatred of Micros]) who go around wearing ganjis (sando-vests), and manage to fold it halfway to display half of their stomachs.
• Vehicles that splash muck at people who are walking on the footpath. I get more annoyed if these vehicles belong to government agencies or to big men in these agencies because they are suposed to be more freaking responsible than the normal you-and-I.
• Women (or men- I just happened to see a woman do that today) who bargain on the Micro or on the bus for a rupee or two.
• Men (old men- that makes it even more disgusting) who gawk at girls, whistle at them, try to sit too close or stike conversations and pass comments like “What’s the hurry?”
• People who spit.
• Public transport people who manage to squeeze too many people. If anyone’s noticed, it’s an uncomfortable, stinky hell in there.

So there… that’s the “hate” part of my seemingly love-hate relationship with Kathmandu. After travelling from Chahabil to Kupandole, I’ve realised how great it is to be at a walking distance from school and not have to take the public transportation all the time.  Phew!