Me trying to visualise what my last post was about…
Me trying to visualise what my last post was about…
It is never too late to become what you might have been.
And a sweet poem to follow ( not mine though) ——
-Oh, the comfort —
The inexpressible comfort of feeling
safe with a person,
Having neither to weigh thoughts,
Nor measure words — but pouring them
All right out — just as they are —
Chaff and grain together —
Certain that a faithful hand will
Take and sift them —
Keep what is worth keeping —
and with the breath of kindness
Blow the rest away.
well, 2011 passed so swiftly for me….
There’s a saying – ” when hard time falls—- it lingers” , when you are happy “time flies”. 2011 certainly flew by. I can’t boast of any personal growth, can’t boast of any new changes except for relocating to a new place, can;t even boast that i have conquered my social awkardness., can’t boast of letting go of my short temper.. so what did i learn then in 2011??
I learnt driving….. that much is sure, have a driver’s license to prove it. Learnt that you need to be stronger for yourself for others to consider you strong. Started this blog on a whim.., learnt years will pass you by whether you so something productive or not….. went on a lot of road trip with my hubby, had alot of fights,…. lots of romance.missed kathmandu a lot… Didn’t concentarte on studies much.Lost a lot of time thinking what people think about me … 🙂 ( weired , i know) , made a lot of routines but never followed any ( that’s typical me )…
what i hope to do differently this year :
1. Be more stronger, intuative person.
2. Study hard…and clear up all my exams.
3. Learn American Accent… ehhh?? 🙂
4. Infuse a bit of romance in Hubby’s vein ? ( lol… if he ever reads it… i wonder what he will do ..)
5. Be a bit less socially awkward.
6. and yup…. will start dusting off that Dslr and will post pictures soon 🙂
so… instead of studying for my exams.. i am out here again in my blog, writing about random nothingness . Why is doing everything else so easy and studying so harder…lol…. Anyways.
I am wondering about american accent this evening.
I have been here for more than 2 years , still i have problems telling people my name… , my p sounds like B to them and my H ..sounds like ..i don’t know what.. 🙂 every time i have to spell my name in a phone conversation to an automated machine, i pull my hairs.To tell you the history… we were educated in english back in Nepal, following the British Pronunciation……. so, what’s the problem you may ask.. i said the pronunciation for english was british, not the teachers …lol, at best we got Indian teachers or Nepalese themselves , who were taught in turn by teachers like themselves. so when i pronounce my words.. i guess they are mixed of indian-nepali-british accent … which in itself is amazing, i agree … but hard for others to understand. so ..i have to repeat in again and again to the automated machine.
And one thing else—- why do people here… swallow their words, feels to me as if they have a Gum in their mouth and they are speaking while they are trying to chew it… , and why do letters in the last or sometimes in the middle do not get pronounced at all… american english is funny, 🙂 and why the hell … T in the middle of the word sounds like a D to me… O, AMERICA….
so i am trying to learn this american accent… and there is a kid who lives next door to me..who is kinda my teacher.. every time i converse with him.. he looks strangely to me, wrinkles his forehead , listens to my words and corrects them.. , it doesn’t last more than 5 minutes …, tired of correcting , he usually leaves though … haha .. make me wonder how long will it take me to practise and speak American english 🙂
Have similar stories to share? any shortcut to speaking american english faster ? . How did you guys deal with accent of a different country..do share…. 🙂
I confess.. I have heard this song before, i liked it and in a few months , I forgot all about it. … what brings me to it again ? you might ask… well , that’s the story I am going to write 🙂
Now don’t get me wrong… I respect all religion. Being born in Nepal , where hinduism and buddhism are so interconnected..you can’t draw a fine line between them, has something to do with it I presume. I believe- there is someone out there protecting all of us. Having said that … I don’t believe at all in religious autocracy and shoving your religion down my throat .kinda attitude. 🙂 . So ..I was on a train this weekend (as I usually am on weekends)… and there came a lady with Bible in her Hand . she sat next to me and smiled… so being the polite , introverted me ..I smiled and said hello.. What followed next is so humorous and absurd that I don’t know whether I should laugh or cry about it.
so ..she sat next to me and began talking… the conversation was ok..not too personal , not too detailed…until she asked if i was a christian ? To which i said no… i am a “hindu”.Then she started detailing me that there is only one god and that is jesus , the saviour… and all the rest are ” basically fabricated” and have no strong hold… she was trying to convert me there and then to “christianity” and “purify my soul “. I have nothing against christianity… but why would i convert ? so I sat there ..basically being amazed and said nothing… to which she started shouting and telling me that I was a mindless fool for not believing her. The talking was so loud ,it started gathering people’s attention… and the “introvert” in me was getting scared of all those attention.I looked here and there.. she was still talking to me loudly …describing miracles of jesus…. I politely said..I am happy as i am and don’t wish to convert and got down frantically on the next station. I realised later that i might have met a religious fanatic… and the conversation might have turned rather lively, if i had been extrovert and began discussing about hundreds of god in hindu mythology. 🙂
something else happened this week…… .
I basically avoid post that details indian and Nepalese rivalry.. 🙂 .I realise it’s there, It’s always been there…but our cultures and traditions and food are so similar… it feels almost the same. One thing is true about Nepalese…They are down to earth and polite and helpful.. and smiley .. but two things..i assure you will bring the hot bloodedness instantly. Talks about “Indian Influence” and Talks about ” Buddha‘s Birthplace”.
The place where i live now… doesn’t have many Nepalese family… so i get invited to a lot of indian gatherings, Poojas ,and festivities.The culture and deities and other things are so similar…they think i am like them . I usually participate..and thank them for that..cause it feels like being back home , feels a sense of familiarity… until someone in crowd suddenly remembers that i am from ” Nepal” ………
I don’t know about all indians but most that i have met… show this attitude of supremacy..as soon as they realise i am a Nepalese.. Oh.. Nepali ehh ?? .. Their eyes twinkle… the end of their lips turn upwards.. strange glow in their face.. oh how i dread this moment… oh how i wish, i could avoid this in every indian party i go… Then begins a lengthy conversation about Nepali politics and economy and how everything is Governed by india , conversation..or should i say one-sided conversation about ( since i am hardly speaking..haha) how india is sustaining Nepal’s Government, economy, and education . I know , Nepal is poor.. , I know the political system is downright disgusting, I know the economy is barely sustaining… i know being the friendly neighbour India is contributing to a lot… so i listen .. and smile…and listen again.. 🙂 , … had my country been more developed, more self-sustained, more economically and politically correct i would have stood there and shouted back.. i would have fought aggressively …but i realise .. half of what they say is true… other half…well its their own fabrication . They act as if they know Nepal better than me…. sigh…
so the one-sided conversation usually follows or ends..i must say with “Buddhism“… and how hinduism and buddhism were born in india..and how all Nepalese gods were born in india…. By this time i am usually looking for an escape route from the conversation .. cause i know..everytime we have this conversation — my blood boils. I realise Nepalese and indians share same deities, same religion for most part… some traditions differ but it’s basically the same.I also realise Buddha Became “Buddha ” ( after gaining supreme knowledge) in bodhgaya in india….. but what does not go down my throat ..is ..when they start telling me how Buddha was born in india… and then… the conversation turns two-sided..( me actively arguing Buddha was born in Nepal).
I also realise that at the time of Buddha’s birth.., there was no single country called india or Nepal There were small separate kingdoms ruled by different kings.Later on when british conquered these small kingdoms on indian side ” India” was born. Nepal as such was never ruled by British… was existing as a single country before the British came to india. And Buddha according to UNESCO Was born in Lumbini of Nepal.. which was never a part of “india”.so i reason— how can he be born in india when evidence directs that he was born in a place which lies inside Nepal.Yes he was born in Indian subcontinent, yes he became ” Buddha” from india… But the place he was born( or presumed to be born) … unless other evidence surfaces, lies in present day Nepal.. so how can he be born in india..? Their Reasoning amazes me.. my reasoning amazes them.. so the conversation turns awkward..usually.
The next time , i meet them.. we usually smile and let go of the ” buddha’s conversation” until someone else realises i am from Nepal and the same conversation continues… 🙂