Friday, July 27, 2018

Mustang - January '17



12 years later, I was back. Mustang welcomed me with the same mountains, apple orchards, the same Kaligandaki moving along with her aggressive voice taking the weaker Shaligrams along with her, and the १२-bajey-hawa-sarara wind that would hit any living being’s face with a fistful of sand every time it blew. Talking about the changes, Mustang had drastically changed. Like they say, baara barsha pachi ta khola pani farkincha. 12 years later, Mustang had new big dusty roads, concrete buildings, and jeeps and buses that would cover you with a blanket of dust every time they passed by.

FIRST SNOW

It was already dark by the time we reached Tukche. We were asked to take the next bus because the one we were in broke down. Like an obedient child, I stepped down from the bus and then… I was speechless. I figured out that what I thought was flying dandelion were actually snowflakes. I let out a chuckle, took my gloves off, and while my eyes became watery with happiness, I spread my hands around like Rani Mukherjee does in the movie Black. Mother Nature has her own way of spreading happiness. This time, it came in the form of snowflakes.

12-BARSHEY MELA

I got to attend the Lha Fewa festival (12 barshey mela) held at Kobang, Mustang. From four Chans (Bhattachan, Sherchan, Tulachan and Gauchan), four gods and thousands of people, this picture is of the Tulachan deuta during the रथयात्रा. The literal meaning of "Lha Fewa" is The Rise of Gods. The gods are taken out of the temple in every 12 years at the end of the monkey year and the Lha Fewa festival is celebrated for a month. Whistling, wearing a red tika, using a walking stick and riding a horse is strictly prohibited at the Mela as per the Thakali culture. It is believed that it snows every time the gods are taken out in the Lha Fewa festival, and it actually did (hence, the black clouds). The fact that I'll be 33 in the next १२ barshey mela scares me out. 

HELLO DHUMBA

Dhumba Lake was so beautiful that the 2 hours’ trip actually took 7 hours to us. From saving a drowning monkey-cap, snowball fights, practicing yoga poses by the side of the lake, and devouring chiya-biskoot for pet-pooja, we realized how little things can make us feel content. We fought against the wind to stand still and take some pictures, which in defense threw ice chunks from the semi-frozen lake at us.

BADLUCK BRIAN

The religious trip to Muktinath temple which started with a happy jeep ride was followed by a broken bag strap, broken goggles and snow-blindness. Wait! There’s more to that. By the time we got back to the hotel, I realized that all the pictures I had taken that day vanished from the camera, like POOF! I kept on lamenting about it to my friends the whole day, but in the evening, a bowl full of chatpatey healed all the sorrows. The memories would stay fresh in my mind. What more do I want?

Saturday, May 5, 2018

Good grace of Nature: 33kg


Hey guys! Your favorite​ foodie (me) was recently found eating berries gifted by the good grace of nature. Suddenly, the trash truck announced it's arrival with continuous whistles, so I had to stop eating and run outside the house carrying all the trash by myself. To my dismay, it was a kid playing a prank with the whole society. After shoving the whistle inside that kid's nose, your favorite​ dino who loves children (me) came back annoyed and angry to eat the remaining berries, only to find out that they were gone.

Guys, can you help me report the crime so that I can get my berries back? I already tried calling the police but got to know that they're currently busy playing an addictive game called Gold Hunt (Nepali translation: सुन तस्करी). I literally uninstalled COC to download that game but my phone says that I still need 33kg storage. Any technology and law expert here?

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Tuesday, July 4, 2017

Hasaucha Sherey le.

Last Sunday, BBC Sajha Sawal invited a special guest for it's 500th episode. The special guest was none other than our "beloved" Prime Minister Mr. Sher Bahadur Deuba. The number 500 has definitely turned out to be the luckiest number for Sajha Sawal because the viewers of this particular episode turned out to be too damn high! Thanks to our PM's considerate remarks and deeply satisfying answers to the audience's questions. (Yes, I'm being sarcastic.) But on a serious note, this was by far the most audible speech/interview of Mr. Deuba. (There was a time when one would understand Chopsuey's lyrics but not what Mr. Deuba was trying to say.)

After seeing his mood swings and arrogance, I wish I could meet Mr. Deuba and suggest him a medicine to control his hormonal imbalance. Or maybe, he could give a call to Mr. Govinda KC and ask for a prescription. I assume they're very close, considering their regular meetings in the ansan todne karyakrams.  

Keeping the disrespectful nature, aggressive remarks and this shameful interview of our beloved man aside, I would like to give a round of applause to the unsung heroes during this time of crisis. Right after this interview, social media sites got to see a lot of memes and trolls related to Mr. Oxford Deuba and some of them were hilarious. Some of them were so funny that I have compiled them and included them in this article. Get ready to puff a gust of air from your nose and give a wry smile (or get ready to LOL, in short.)
















Friday, May 12, 2017

JHAMJHAM ISTACOAT


In the political scenario of Nepal which lacks the representation of youth, Ranju Darshana came out like a bomb and took all the limelight, by registering her name as a candidate for the position of Mayor of Kathmandu Metropolitan City. While she has been busy attending the ghardailo karyakrams flaunting a waistcoat (known as “istakot” in Nepal) which happens to be her “chunab chinnah” for the election, people have been talking about her from the local chiya pasal to international dailies. Positively or negatively, Ranju has taken the public’s attention by the storm.

Ranju appeared in politics like a ray of light in a dark room. She is the youngest of all the candidates and has greatly inspired the younger generation by voicing the opinion of youth. As a result of Ranju’s “darshan”, the other parties have started addressing and involving the population of youth in their plans. Whether she loses or wins in the election, I believe that Ranju is already a winner because regardless of who gets the power, it’s clear that this time, the voice of the Nepali youths will not be left behind.  While the female President, Parliament Chief and the Judiciary Chief of the country are still struggling for recognition, the 21-year-old came into the political chaos and turned the tables within 2 months of her arrival. An inexperienced girl in her 20s wooed her audience with her speech, stood fearless amidst the professionals, and was all over the national and international dailies. While the women right activists are still fighting over bus seats, Ranju Darshana changed the definition of politics. Amidst the political chaos, many have failed to notice that Ranju Darshana has given birth to thousands of other Ranju’s with a single step.

On the other hand, Ranju has said a lot and made a lot of promises. She has put the blame on the corrupt leaders for the current situation of the country. But never has she spoken about how she plans to bring the change that she has promised for, how she is going to handle the financials, her studies, or survive in the political web. She was Ranju Darshana until some time ago, but now she is a celebrity. People will look up to her and judge her actions. Along with a lot of opportunities, Ranju will have to face a lot of challenges in the days to come. Although her attempt is praiseworthy, it’s time that Ranju stops the blaming game and actually does some work to prove that she is much more than Bibeksheel's "Bali ko bakhra". Thousands of people have their hopes pinned on her, and one wrong step could shatter all their dreams, specially of the younger generation because they have starting coming out of the “politics is a dirty game” mindset with Ranju’s arrival.

Since the 21-year-old represents the younger generation, I decided to have a conversation with some young people of her age group to know their perception on “Ranju Darshana.”
Kshitiz Lamichhane, Age 25
“No, I will not vote for her. She might be trying to bring a change, but this is a marketing tool of Bibeksheel Nepali because they have other leaders in the group who could have done a better job as a politician and are using HER to be highlighted among the public, selfish enough to keep the higher positions for themselves. She can talk and motivate people, but I recently saw her in an interview where she forgot one of her 5 workplans for Kathmandu in front of the media and the public in a national television. This shows her immaturity in the field of politics.

Ranju might have ideas for Kathmandu but she could have tried for the post of Vice-Mayor instead, so that she could learn to exercise the extensive power given to her, step-by-step. Bibeksheel Nepali has intervened in the monotonous political environment, but they should realize that their step might also backfire. Ranju is popular not because of her work, but because of the bad image of the other political parties. The people’s movement that happened a decade ago had also brought many people with potential in power, but they chose to forget all the sacrifices of the public and all the lives lost. So, Ranju should realize that the public knows the difference between saying and actually doing.”

Ridhi Dhoju, Age 24
“Talking about my personal opinion as a voter, I will prefer giving a chance to the newer parties, i.e. Sajha Party or Bibeksheel Nepali since they are fresh in the political scenario. I would have been happy if Sajha and Bibeksheel had combined and got along, but that didn’t happen. So, from my side as a responsible citizen of the country, I see potential in the new ones, and will not waste my vote over someone who have broken our trust in the past. The new parties have raised the voice of the public by addressing realistic problems in their workplans and come out as a big competition to the bigger parties.”

Anuj Bhandari, Age 20
“To me, Kishor Thapa is better. He has worked as a secretary in different ministries and is one of the persons to start the Bagmati cleaning program. He has perfect policies and ideas on the ways to develop the Kathmandu Metropolitan City. Meanwhile, Ranju Darshana has no proper policy. Sundarmandu banauchu bhanera matra hudaina, kasari banauchu bhanera pani bhannuparcha. She could be a good politician in the future, but right now she is too inexperienced and has no proper policy and plans to develop Kathmandu. She needs to act like a leader, instead of blaming other leaders. Bibeksheel Nepali has brought Ranju Darshana forward because they had no chance of winning. Until a dynamic youth like Darshana was brought in the limelight, many people had not even heard of Bibeksheel Nepali. Their strategy to appeal the young population with this step has definitely worked out.

Bibeksheel Nepali might have registered itself as a political party, but it lacks the elements of a political party, i.e. proper policy, philosophy, organization, mission, vision, and goals. I see Bibeksheel focusing more on the blame game rather than their goals. Bibeksheel acts more like a pressure group than a political party. They need to realize that Nepali janta laai bhaashan hoina, kaam garera dekhaune manche chaiyeko cha.”

Saina Shrestha, Age 22
“Ranju Darshana? I don’t know much about her but I think one does need experience when it comes to getting into politics. I think she can run in the election few years down the line, but right now I don’t think this is the right time for her. Yes, she has created a wave by shining against the bigger parties, but this is definitely not enough to win. Election is the festival of politics and this election could open a window of opportunity for Ranju to shine brighter in the future.”

Priyata BK, Age 19
“There are so many bigger parties, but still she chose to be involved in a smaller one. The courage and confidence she has shown by standing up for such a responsible post like the Mayor of the city is itself a commendable step. In a scenario where the youth take politics as a dirty game and prefer to stay away from it, I take Ranju’s involvement in a positive way.”

Avash Poudel, Age 23
“Ranju Darshana? I have heard her name. But we have yet to see her work, right? For now, your question has reminded me of what Rabindra Mishra had said in a recent interview. Whenever we Nepalese go to a restaurant, we scan the whole menu and at the end order chicken mo:mo like always. So, in this election, I think the majority of people are going to order a plate of chicken mo:mo for themselves.”

Shakti Silwal, Age 23
“As a voter, I would not vote for her if she was in my area because I think she lacks a lot of skills. Neither has she worked in an NGO/INGO and served in rural areas, nor is she a startup founder, or a manager at any place. How can I trust her and believe that she will work responsibly?

Meanwhile, Kishor Thapa has had an experience of over 32 years, working in the government. He was a topper in SLC and is an architect himself. So, in a city like Kathmandu, full of houses, heritage, dust and water problems, his experience would be more useful to us at the moment. He would bring more results than someone who is not yet tested. Unlike him, Ranju is someone, who jumped through all the hurdles and came forward. I salute her for her spirit but I will suggest to try her luck next time. Anyways, I am keen to know how long she will be able to continue with her spirit. If she does not give up, Ranju will definitely come out as a more confident and strong woman in the future.”

Pratik Bajracharya, Age 22
“A political party has certain set of rules and regulations. One needs to struggle a lot to reach a higher position. I think this is why Ranju got involved with the brand new Bibeksheel Nepali than a bigger political party. For instance, Gagan Thapa, who has been involved in politics since a very young age has finally become the Health Minister of Nepal. His journey from a youth leader to a minister was a journey with a lot of struggle. Both Gagan and Ranju rose to fame around the same age, but while Gagan was struggling as a youth leader then, Ranju is fighting for the position of the Mayor of KMC. People like Gagan Thapa, Rabindra Adhikari, Ramkumari Jhakri, etc. have come this far by fighting in the competition and proving themselves. My point here is that Ranju should learn from the story of “The Rabbit and the Tortoise” where the slow and steady tortoise wins the race against the fast and speedy rabbit. My suggestion for Ranju is to stop herself from jumping into a quicksand this time.”

Sandeep Rimal, Age 30
“I think failure is not a prerequisite of success. Those who failed are more likely to fail again than those who succeed. Till now, we have had politicians who have shared their sheer failed experiences. In the context of Nepal, experience is a very dangerous thing. Those who are experienced will not have the guts to do anything to bring a change. A change should start fresh and in the present context, the freshness is Ranju Darshana. Also, I prefer genuine people over professional ones.”

Auchitya Pandit, Age 22
“There are so many people saying that Ranju Darshana deserves to be the Mayor of the city because she is a young woman representing the youth. But after seeing her interviews, comparisons with other candidates, and the manifesto of Bibeksheel Nepali, I feel that she does not have a clear workplan. I think that she does not know the rights and duties of a Mayor to be precise. That suffices to prove the lack of policy and knowledge, although it has set a mark for youth to put forth candidacy.”

Bonita Sharma, Age 25

“Ranju Darshana seems like a breath of fresh air in the usual “jun jogi aayepani kaanai chireko” situation in Nepal’s political scenario. In a country where women have limited role in political leadership, I personally am very excited to witness the fearless spunk in young Ranju. I believe she has become a role model for many young women by competing for one of the major positions in the political system. She has also positively influenced youth to be active participants in politics rather than complaining that it is a dirty game. However, I do feel that she lacks the experience and vision in comparison to the strong candidate like Kishor Thapa.”

Saturday, March 11, 2017

Arjun Dai


A smiling Arjun dai with his black umbrella.
Picture credit: Anmol Shakya
Arjun dai, aka Arjun Tamang, our guide for the trip to Panchpokhari, joined us from Chyumti. A cheerful man, he spent most of his life in India and Dubai, where he used to work in a hotel. No wonder we called him our chef dai throughout the trip. He came back to Nepal because of some family issue and it hadn’t been long since he became a guide. Clad in the national daura-suruwal, he carried a khukuri with him and a big black umbrella, which he used as a walking stick when it wasn’t raining. He has a beautiful two-year-old daughter named Archana, the most beautiful gift from his wife whom he lost in the earthquake. He smiled while he told us his story, with a visible pain in his eyes as he reminisced the memories of his loving wife.

Journeys aren’t measured by the distance you cover, it is measured by the joy of companionship. Our journey couldn’t have been this amazing if it wasn’t for our humble companion. If you’re planning for a trek to Panchpokhari, call him maybe?


(If you’re looking for an amazing journey, contact Arjun dai in this number: 9741505777)

Five people, Five ponds and Five days– Panchpokhari


(Kathmandu-Melamchi-Bhotang-Norsyangpati-Panchpokhari)

Have you ever had Waiwai and chiura soup? Well, I have. (Don’t try it at home!)


My trek to Panchpokhari started with a disappointment as my cousin (the only person I knew from the group of 5 people going) backed out from the trip because of flu.  Talking about me, I am one of those who lock themselves in a room when the family has guests visiting, to avoid any sort of human interaction. If you happen to be a wallflower just like me, you know how it feels right? *fist bump* But The journey that started with "what am I going to do?" and "how am I going to fit in?" ended with "helluva good time!" We trekked through the Melamchi trail through the landslide and slippery steps which was like a roller coaster. One slip and you're gone!


The 13 hours walk from Bhotang to Norsyangpati was intense. The descending part was short lived as more and more ascends awaited us. While some of our trekking partners steadily gained speed, three of us, The late comers were often welcomed by some coconut biscuits and lovey-dovey notes on the way. As the day was coming to an end, I found out that all of us had separated so I decided to wait for ‘J’, who was behind me and the last one walking. After waiting for almost an hour, she finally appeared in the scene and it looked like she had been crying because the path was very difficult, the air was getting thinner and she was exhausted as we climbed hills after hills. The two of us walked through a spooky forest and stony steps and it was already getting dark. The house that seemed visible a little while ago was shrouded in hazy fog and there was no sign of human settlement. At one point, J gave up and declared that she could walk no more. But there was no turning back as we had walked 13 hours straight to find a place to spend the night at, and also because I had been walking in a sleeveless t-shirt while my only jacket was resting in our guide Arjun dai’s bag. We screamed for help hoping that someone would hear us, but no avail. We also tried the SOS flashlight to call for help, and moved the torch light all around calling for attention, but no one came.  The only sound we could hear was the wind blowing and a faint sound of a bell, like the one that’s usually put around the neck of cattle.

Eureka! Maybe we could spend the night at a shed, which we would have to search for in the dense forest, in that chilly night (I hope J isn’t reading this because at that point, instead of feeling sad, I was rather feeling excited. Blame it on Man Vs Wild okhayy? Nepali Bear Grylls here.) FINALLY, we heard a human singing, and a movement of light. It was no one else but Arjun dai, who had come to the rescue along with hot coffee for both of us. That particular cup of coffee was without any doubt, the best coffee I have ever had. On reaching Norsyangpati, we drowsily hung by the fire covered with blankets playing Rock-paper-scissors and Password.

We walked in hail storm and rain for 3 days in a row and had leeches the size of a pinky finger sticking to our bare skin. Arjun dai carried all the food in his backpack and treated us with WaiWai in the day and Dalbhat and mushrooms for lunch and dinner. We could see that he had a passion of cooking as he made garlic fried rice and fried dal for us every day, with a smile.

After 5 hours of walk from Norsyangpati, at 4300m above the sea level, Panchpokhari welcomed us with a foggy weather and more rain. We had the whole place for ourselves. Arjun dai has a small house at Panchpokhari, and it became our home for the day. The high hills all around made me feel very tiny and took me back to my childhood, when I used to dream about having a small cottage on the top of a hill when I grew up. We walked around ponds, had a stone skipping competition, screamed on top of our lungs to hear our voice echo and stacked stones. At the end of the day, I sat by the fire watching Arjun dai make dinner, saw magic tricks and slept under a layer of five blankets.

Like they say, traveling is like a magic trick, you don’t know what happened but you do know that it was the craziest thing you’ve ever seen. That's what the trip was like. Sometimes, the stinging pain of my lungs used to take over as I tried to oxygenate my body from the thin air, while the sharp pain of knee shocked by the sudden surge of activity never went away. People say that being on a trekking route is more about challenges and tears, but this one was more of laughter and smiles. Along with an uninformed, upset and angry father back home, having the beautiful nature placed right in front of my eyes, witnessing colorful sunset, mountains, and silver linings, meeting some amazing people, making some amazing friends, and all those tiny achievements like taking a picture with a Yak, the risk taken was worth it. Here's waiting for another trip of mistakes and miracles, rock-paper-scissors and passwords, laughter, travel and conversations, and switched off cell-phones.

















--THE END--

Monday, September 19, 2016

NepaliTantrums: Touch Me Not

Source: Google
Girl: Hey I'm lookin' for *******, you got it? 
Dealer: Yeah, got a few, how much you lookin fo’? 
Girl: Um, I'm not sure it's my first time.
Dealer: I'm thinkin’ you should start off with this, how much you thinkin’ of spendin’? 
Girl: I got 200 bucks, how much for a dose? 
Dealer: 100 fo’ the premium one, you in? 
Girl: Sure, I’ll try one, *hands him the money*
Dealer: Thanks. *wraps it with a paper and covers the package with a black polythene*

Girl: (Walking with the package in her hand) *I hope nobody finds out what I’m carrying… Shit shit shit… why is that guy looking at me… now he’s looking at this packet… should I run? No, act normal, breathe…breathe… avoid eye contact! Why is this dog following me now… no no no… don’t start sniffing  the packet... people will notice... I think I should just run until I get home or I’ll get caught… fuck… this is why I hate having my period.* *Starts running*

If you’re a girl and could relate to this, either you’re a victim of the “social culture” of Nepal, or you are involved in buying drugs. Personally, I have always wondered why we have portrayed a visit to the pharma like explosives trading. I’m not trying to say that whenever we buy any female hygiene product, we should go around shouting “Hey people! I just bought pads. I’m so proud. Yay!”, but the fact that people are embarrassed by the mere topic of these products is why I think a change is necessary. Seriously! What’s so gross about sanitary pads as long as they are not used? No one cries “gross” by looking at the Mamy Poko Pants advertisements displayed in billboards and newspapers, do they?

I have been in many situations when I had simply asked for a packet of sanitary pads and got one wrapped with a long roll of patrika, kept inside a black polythene bag in return. If a Kathmandu basinda has to witness this scene so often, I wonder what the situation in the rural parts of the country is like. 

We are made to talk about periods in hushed voices as if it’s a dirty secret and all in all made to act as if it is something we should hide more when it is really a part of biology. Period cramps, mood swings, insatiable hunger, blood coursing like a crimson landslide when you sneeze, speak, walk, talk, even breathe! There is no such thing as a happy period like the ones shown on the advertisements. As if this wasn’t enough, our society has created its own sets of rules where utensils have to be separated for that specific time, entering in the kitchen is taken as a sin, touching a tree is forbidden because if that happens, it would stop it from bearing fruits (seriously?), entering a temple during that time of the month is the worst possible thing one could imagine. Talking about me, I have been to temples during that time of the month and celebrated Dashain and Tihar without telling anyone about it. Why? Because I did not want to miss out in the once in a year celebration (The dakshina part is a plus point obviously ;) ). And in case you’re wondering, I’m still safe, sound, alive and throwing tantrums like always.

You know what the actual problem is? No, not “nachune bhako keti le choyeko achaar”, but “our bichaar.

Tuesday, July 26, 2016

NepaliTantrums: I Got the Power!



He put his hand on my thighs throughout the whole journey, but I did nothing. I was nervous, scared, angry, all at the same time, but I did nothing. He got down on the same stop that I got down at, and sensing that he was following me, I ran as fast as I could until he was out of sight. I did NOTHING!

It was a microbus packed with people. So much that one had to breathe in the smell of sweat mixed with traces of female perfume, alcohol and cigarette instead of air. I felt someone rubbing their groin against my butt as I was standing. I could have turned around, screamed and slapped the person, but I just moved some steps away from that place and did NOTHING!

I get into the bus; it was all empty except for a group of 6-7 men in their thirties I suppose. As I pass through them to occupy an empty seat at the back, I feel someone pinching my butt. It was so sudden, painful, infuriating and embarrassing. I could have turned around, punched the person who did it on the face and broke his nose, but I stayed quiet and occupied a seat. I did NOTHING!

These are some real-life experiences of women who travel (or have traveled) in a public vehicle. Some have been shared by friends and some are my own.

Often, I tend to think about the times that I have been through these horrifying experiences. The ones who have been through this would clearly know how frustrating it is to be treated like an object to taunt, have fun with. What's more infuriating is not being able to reply back to them or to take a stand for yourself, enduring it all the way. This feeling breaks you up, eats you alive and even with that, you manage to put a smile on your face like nothing has happened. People around you give you the tag of an arrogant, rude woman and you don't try to explain because they wouldn't understand.

Even if you're one of those who have learned to take a stand for themselves, and vent out their anger upon the shit-headed perverted minds (excuse my use of language here), get ready to be treated with stares and whispers from the pathetic audience (to whom it may concern) who judge you or are entertained by what's going on, instead of giving you a big round of applause.

Not that I blame only the society for this, but it's us individuals who need to learn to fight, to help ourselves. I know how hard it is (been there, done that) to counter-attack the person who attacked you (thanks to fear and a lack of confidence, thanks to Crime Patrol, thanks to the people who stuffed us with the "keti manche bhayepachi estai huncha, chod deu" philosophy). I still remember a question that was asked in a Facebook page: "What would you do if you were a parent?" to which I had replied, "I would send my kids to self -defence classes." It would be good to have a karate kid of your own, wouldn't it?

It took me long to build up courage, to realize that I have got the power in me and that I should stop expecting others to be good. It took me long to become the strong person that I am today. What I have realized is that you don’t even need to try so hard. For example, I had a pervert encounter about a year ago. A man in his 50's probably, sat beside me on a public vehicle and was very keen to poke on my breast repeatedly, with his elbow. I politely told him "Uncle, afno haat lai samhalera rakhnus" in a voice loud enough for everyone in the vehicle to hear. In a second, he got up and jumped off the moving vehicle. Not bad, eh? 

What I am trying to say with all these rants is that YOU are the one! YOU are the one who can bring about change. YOU are the one who has got the power to end this. YOU are the hope and YOU are the danger. You've got the power. Utilize it. Be a fighter,  not a victim. 

I was walking on the road when someone put their hands on my shoulders. I turned around to see if it was someone I knew, but instead got a "k cha soltini?" from the stranger. I punched him on the back as a reply, and the guy left, without turning back. Today, I did SOMETHING!

Thursday, February 25, 2016

10 signs which prove that you're in LOVE…… with mo:mo!

Mo:mo, unofficially the national food of Nepal. Below are some signs which prove that mo:mo is your bae. ;)


1.  You want to have momos everyday and you never get tired of it. You fantasize about jhol mo:mo, C mo:mo, open mo:mo, sandheko mo:mo, platter mo:mo, (etc.) EVERYDAY!

  
2.  You spend most of your Dashain dakshina on mo:mo.


3.  Once in your life, you have had this conversation with your parents: "Baba/mummy, aja office bata aauda mo:mo lyaidinu na hai?"


4.  The very first thing you order when you visit a restaurant is undoubtedly, mo:mo. "Dai, aile lai ek plate mo:mo lyaidinu, aru ekchinma sochumla."


5.  The recent embargo/nakabandi made you sad because there was a mo:mo scarcity.


6.  You tend to think that people who do not LOVE mo:mo are weird.

7. This: "Waaaah! aja ghar ma mo:mo pakaune? Yessss! 60 ota jati ta dui minute ma khaidinchu."



8.  You have had that "mukh ma paani aayo" moment whenever you heard people talking about momos. Ghutukka!
"Yaha manche lai esto bhok lairacha, aile mo:mo ko kura nagar ta. Paap laagcha, paap!"


9. Mo:mo is the first thing that comes to your mind whenever it's raining or cold outside.
    "Mausam le challenge garyo yaar, jaum mo:mo khana."


10. You're salivating right now. Craving for some mo:mo probably? Ghutukka! ;)