Maybe

Lets say all the things we never said
To begin with
Everything
Perhaps there is hope for us yet
Or lets just stay this way
Strangers Forever
Running away
On different seats by the window
I watch the sunset
And the sunrise you see
I dont know how to tell you
Thats not the way it has to be
But its all getting there
Where I am so easy to forget
Maybe it is the way it should be
You and me
Just the things we said
And
Strangers forever

N..for Nostalgia?

I was just going through google searching for some Nepali groups in bangalore, associations of some sorts. Although, i managed to find some groups, I found something more; blogs by nepali youths; people who have stayed back in Nepal, who study there and who blog about it.
Nostalgia for Nepal Yatayat( something like the DTC or BMTC in India) and the roads of Kathmandu filled me up and yet It seems so fake at times, this long distance nationalism where people are prepared to rave and rant at everything/everybody that is bad for Nepal and yet Nepal struggles to find a place in their future plans. It seems strange that I am starting to figure in that group.
Still, there is always this longing to go back, and the feeling that it is the place where one can seek refuge, where one can be free. I dont know, it might be possible outsides too. Looking at the growing size and diversity of Nepali immigrant communities, it seems quite possible. I don't know, but India does not feel home enough right now.
Besides the nagging issues that we Nepalis have with regards to identity and the conscious efforts we make at a positive portryal, besides the anti- India ranting that we seem to enjoy so much, besides the so-called nationalism of ours..besides all of this there is always a simple fact.
Its home we miss...at least that is what I miss, where despite its crammed roads and the traffic jams, kathmandu will always be our city and the heart will leap with joy at the feel of the wind and the sight of the hills.
Looking forward to going back soon..

Chaotic

I wish I had a gun
I wish i had a gun
That is what I hear in my room all day long; my enthusiastic roommates singing along with Rahul. Awesome song, but thats beside the point.

Every day seems to be passing by, with the same if slightly different events. Just adding up is the all too familiar anxiety; of the impending projects. Wrapped in all of this is the easy way with which things pass by; not pausing for a while.

Right now, its 1 in the morning. Well sleep does not come till 4 and stays through the classes. So I guess I have time and there are people in the room, making jokes all the time. Some guitar enthusiasts and my occasional 'original joke'.

I guess, its the best time of the 'day'. The time when I feel fresh enough to run a mile and yet end up just rambling around. The time when plans for the next day planned and resolutions made only for the next day with the same old story.

But then, there are friends all around, I guess some of them doing the same; Comrade in Arms to a sleepy and lazy tomorrow.