On Racism

I hate the stupid racist comments that people areound me make. I mean, we all have some ethnocentrism in all of us, but people should try to control it. Or at least hide it.

The terai is flooded, and a large proportion of the people who are left there are from the Madhesi community (and not people who migrated from the hills). M (a relative) can’t help but comment on how these people are ussually bad at managing crisis. The reason I can’t stand this is more than the fact that I hate racism. it’s the fact that whenever M has to complain about people who have to heat bathing water even in the summer, she says “Pahadias are like that. Madhesis can take a bath with cold water too.” She’s a Pahadia when she has to talk about Madhesis, and a Madhesi when she has to talk about Pahadias. There’s a Nepali saying- “taak pare Tiwari natra Gotame.” Basically, OPPORTUNIST.

Some Tidbits

Something I’d written some time back (abt 3 mnths).

I bumped into a friend today. I was meeting him after nearly (or more than, actually) two years, and that too, by coincidence. We just moved so I didn’t know which the shorter way to the library was. So there I was, walking the longest way there when suddenly a motorcycle stopped in front of me. When my friend lifted his helmet’s visor, my joy knew no bounds. We’ve kept in touch even after he left school (we very often chat and even call each-other once in a while) but we were always too busy with school and work and blah blah blah to meet up. The feeling was really so awesome.

A non-sequitor: Only a few guys can make you feel good about yourself, and that is a statement. I mean, unlike girls, guys don’t have the power of gob. They can’t make another human being feel special and nice without making them freak out or sounding like a stalker.

Two cases of discrimination within a minute of each other

I scribbled this down on my notebook when I was on the bus from Bus park to Baneshwor right after the incident. Was a little caught up with everything else to post it though.

I was walking from Durbar Marg to Ratnapark, when in front of the mosque, I was met by a large crowd of Muslim men (I’m not typecasting here) coming out of their Friday prayers. The only individuals of the female species in that crowd were me and a woman (mid to late twenties) in a sari. When policemen tried to make sure the crowd was on the pavement, she said something to the effect of “How do you expect me to walk in a crowd of Madhesi men?” Stupid racist bitch, I thought to myself. (One of the policemen there gave her a sharp answer, but I’ve forgotten what it was right now. His answer was a slap on her racism though. I enjoyed it.) I mean, it may be natural for a woman to feel insecure in a crowd of men, but to be especially scared because the men were of a certain ethnicity is pure racism.

Anyways, as a new crowd joined us from another gate of the mosque, a man put his hand on my bottom for a brief second. I mean, it wasn’t there for more than a moment, but I could feel the mercury rise. Straight out of the prayer room and the guy already had his hands on a girl’s ass. I had the option of climbing up to the overhead bridge with him (and the majority of the crowd) and slapping his face- more so because I NEEDED to get to the other side and get a tempo. But since the crowd climbing that bridge was enormous, I decided not to. I walked to the Bus park instead and got a bus. I still remember that fuck-faced idiot in the red tee-shirt though.

Speechless (in a bad way)

I was about to write about “perfect state of happiness” on Saturday. But on Sunday my results came out, and much worse than I’d expected.

No, it isn’t that C in Math that bugs me. But the C in Psycho? There’s no way I could’ve gotten that. Psychology was one subject I felt I did really well in, even after I gave the exam. I thought there was no chance I’d get a B, let alone a C. I’m also very happy about the B in Lit (except someone who was worse at Lit got an A but who the hell cares about anyone else) but the B in Socio? That could’ve been an A. But still, a A to B fall isn’t half as bad as a A to C fall. And I was always very unpredictable at Socio anyways.The perfect state of happiness does not come from having everything you want however, and so, it’s not completely wasted.

Congratulatons, Graduates

I graduated from high school on Saturday, 2nd August. The ceremony was lots of fun, save the speech by the chief guest who spoke interesteing stuff, but a whole lot too slow.

Graduation truly celebrates the end of one journey and the begginning of another. And for me, besides a few things here and there, it was as good as I’d expected it to be. Twelve years of everything celebrated by a day that brought back all the memories. Here’s (http://maichyang.wordpress.com/2007/11/18/twelve-years-of-everything/) a poem I wrote about the years I spent at school, if you’d like to have a look.

Some Very Special People

I don’t know if it’s a human weakness or just a characteristic of attachment, but sometimes you have a soft spot for someone, and it works to such an extent that you don’t want to hear, think or say anything bad about those people. Not only that, when someone does say something bad about that person, you defend them, even though you see the truth in what everyone else is saying.