Incredible Discovery!

Two days had flown by. I missed my morning exercises but fortunately was able to make time for my morning walks. Gosh! I really have become morning person. I love morning the most, nowadays. Today with the fixed plan to visit Kopan Nunnery with Father Joe and sister Peltso, I wake up at 5:30 and I didn’t clean myself up. Instead, I stayed in my bed covered with warm blankets and putting my not-so-good-owl-like eyes into the remaining pages of Norwegian Wood by Haruki Murami. For some good reasons, I wasn’t able to finish it on time yet I was all too happy to not have finished. It was so much fun to read. For over a week, the novel made me feel happy. My source of laughter laid in that.

The nuns were just finishing their shares of breakfast when the grand entry was made. I felt real bad as though the crafted walls were echoing- ‘you are late, you are late!!…….’. After we sat for prayers, they started praying. We were served with breakfast too; tea, roti,peanut butter and tomato sauced pickle. I know the monastery must have used almost similar ingredients to that of home. I was wronged and doubted little with the taste. The breakfast was appetizingly holy. Even now, at this hour of night the taste is lingering in my mouth and my tummy is singing hungry songs.

Buddhist nuns shave their heads and as I was looking through the number of shaved heads trying to count. There were nuns of different ages but all BEAUTIFUL! But I felt sad for them. I have got hairs, they didn’t. I was flaunted into modern wears, they were covered in red robes. I wore earrings, theirs weren’t even holed. I felt very sad. But as time crawled by with their chantings, I felt relieved. As if all my tensions, sadness and doubts weren’t there in me anymore. Like those writings on beach carried away by sea silently, swiftly and beautifully. My soul was calmed with them praying together.

I came to know at that instant; I was wrong! I am the one who supposedly should be sad not them. They are living a life away from everything. Away from family matters, far from sufferings and isolated from everything yet owning every ounce of happiness deserved. I envy them. Living a simple life studying prayers and memorizing what has been taught; following the same pattern, every day yet over again is more simple than mine. They have lesser problems and tensions swarming in their heads. Good old school days were like that.

Finally, at the end we went to prostrate. We offered scarf to holy pictures of lamas and made wishes. I also made wishes, two to be exact. Until last year, my wishes were mostly about my well beings but for a year now, my wishes have gotten changed. It was hard to believe in the changed self. Wanted to know, what I wished for? I wished for all sentient beings’ happiness and peace prevailed all over the world. Those were the wishes for a year now and nothing more than that slips from my mouth. I am not showing off in here. I am more than amazed to discover this new changed self in me...

NORWEGIAN WOOD

Norwegian Wood didn't ring a bell in my thoughts when Tsewang handed over the white-covered book. Now, if I returned him, its going to look like a second hand novel bought from a secondhand book shop. Most of the times, I am good with caring novels but this extra-white-and-over-300-pages novel failed to get my proper care. Another reason for its bad state could be mine little-too-busy-bee-life which made me carry it for almost a week. I felt deeply sorry for him. *ashamed*

This novel by Harukami Murakami touched my mentality to my nerves. I have almost forgotten how he used to make descriptions in writings. I am only 6 months old to his world of fiction. Sputnik Sweetheart was my first read and Norwegian Wood stands proudly on the second. I am looking forward in reading more of his works.


Norwegian Wood
I didn’t get the picture of what the name meant. Later on, as I was discovering and searching the answer, literally it took me by surprise. The name is being taken from a song by Beatles with the same title. Truly, I have never listened to Beatles. 

Mind and Mentality
The characters differ vastly from a person to other as happened with every novel. But what surprised me most is that every character (women) resembled me in one way or the other. When I was going through the novel, I was exploring myself. Deep, deeper and to such an extent; I was questioning myself with doubts of can I be like that sometimes. 

Overall experience
When I completed reading this book, one thought that still lingered my mind was HUMOR. Are you surprised? You would probably think I am little too crazy to say that. No. I am not lying. If you saw me while reading it, you would know what I am trying to say. I laughed so much that people were gazing at me like a mental patient just out from Mental Hospital. I have never laughed for such a long time entirely throughout the book. 

Crazy mental patient
As you would know HM novels are-Adult (A) Category, obviously which includes sex. I know guys must have gone crazy with the word only but I am clearing it out. The so-called love making process made me laugh instead. The way all the scenes were described kicked my belly real hard. It didn’t give me the actual sensual feeling for once! *believe me*

Love Story
Its supposed to be a love story. And will remain one till the finish line of the race! I loved the way love is defined in here. Not too fictional or too practical, the best possible storyline to fit in with the characters and environment. 

Desert to serve
This novel is unpredictable for me at least. I couldn't guess what may happen next. The songs of late 60’s could make your day and on top of that try to multi-task reading and singing; will make the perfect icing on the cake. *yummy musical*

Last Line                                                                                                                                  Psychologically enthralled, emotionally driven and sexually yucky! 

CINDERALLA CON NADA

Its seven in the morning, still in bed deeply merged in thoughts
along with hearing birds chirping, me playing with sun rays
my eyes are open far and wide, seeing everything
but my mind couldn’t stop thinking about you, my precious

Yesterday you meet with me in my dream and you were very happy
holding another girl in your arms, caring and loving her
so much so that it made me feel cold, deserted and wild
I really would like to be in her place and to be cared by you too

But I am not in a state to think, to be jealous or even feel all of that
because she is an angel descended from heaven with flawless beauty
and you are the gentleman; both of you’ll fit perfectly into a fairytale
Cinderella-with nothing is what I am in your fairytale world

Cinderella with no looks, no godmother and no glass slippers; nada
this chimney girl will remain chimney girl with nothing forever
nothing magical will ever happen in that tale for me; nothing valuable
my one and only valuable heart belonged with you; soy pobre!

Those attractive pink lips!

The illumination of light from the bulb decorator gave about a good feeling. Like that innumerable pleasures while eating chocolates (yum!) Could tonight be like any other nights? Sure, everywhere it is pitch dark but the lights from houses are winning over the bright stars. Groups here and groups there; in the middle table was sitting a lonely girl. That girl must have been busy because its been sometimes now for she has visited cafés. Usually, she visits after her part-time job because in the morning she attends college. She visits often to various cafés to meet her friend. Her friend: A Cup of Cappuccino that smiles back. Her eyes are showing sadness and madness tonight. The air was brushing her messy hair. She works too much.The waiter is now, coming her way. Thin and tall with black eyes; he might have been wearing lenses because his eyes was shining like a gem. And, his lips. What happened to it? Was he wearing a pink lipstick?

‘What can I get for you?’ said the waiter.

‘A cup of smiling cappuccino would be perfect.’

The waiter must have looked familiar to her. A little wrinkle has formed on her forehead and her index finger is on her lips; one of her common action. She is thinking hard.

‘Hey, excuse me for a minute.’

‘Me? Am I the one miss, you are calling to?’

‘Yeah,’ she said with an immediate nod.

He came by walking step by step like he was dancing on Jackson’s moonwalk.

‘You look like a friend of friends. By any chance, do you know Ayushman, Chintan and Mohan; because I know them pretty well, I am a friend.’

‘Indeed, I know them. They are my friends. Hello, I am Raj.’

‘Hello Raj. It’s me Nikki.’  

A little silence followed by. The air was playing with her hair again.

‘Something is bothering me. Can I ask you something, personal?

‘Go on. I am all ears.’

‘Do you wear pink lipstick for god forsaken chance?’

‘No. No-its natural pink. Everyone asks me that, even my sister.’

‘Again, my bad. Did you have something? I smell something.’

‘Haha….you sure have a sensible nose too. I drank a glass of that.’

He got called by his manager. It seemed like the customers are queuing up a little.

‘Excuse me for a while. I will join you later’, said the boy who is the waiter and Raj.

Another waiter came by to serve her cappuccino-friend. The cappuccino is now losing its smile by and by, giving it to the girl, she looked relax and freshened up. The waiter who is Raj, the one she knew today stopped by. Then ‘Who wants to be a millionaire?’ began between them.

‘Why do you drink? I heard people drink to cherish their mood. Were you emotionally hurt tonight?’ said the now smiling girl, who was sad and mad before.

‘I am personally not into drinking much. Its just that sometimes, Ayushman and Mohan wants me to-to enjoy friendship and brotherhood. In such times, it is hard to say no. The after feeling I get after drinking is quite wonderful; pleasure is what I feel. I never lie when I am drunk or I say facts only. Not junkies.’

‘Do you drink beer?’

‘No, we don’t. Mostly, it is local brew, rum or brandy. I don’t open up to strangers regarding all that.’

‘Am I not a stranger? Only tonight you know me as Nikki and I know you are Raj.’

‘Still, I say such briefing only to someone who is near. Whatever, I am going to tell tonight stays between us. Okay?’

‘I am always good with words. My mouth stitches well. Believe me.’

He kept talking and talking. He shared personal emotions and feelings. They chatted for like half an hour. Because it was getting darker, she continually was checking her watch and it looked like she would have her house curfew in a while.

At last, they handshake goodbye. Usually, she doesn’t have the norm to shake hands especially with boys. His hands might have been warmer, her face totally glowed up.

She said, ‘Your hands are lot like that of girls. See mine are like boys.’

‘Ooh, don’t think in that way, okay?’

She shook again because she might have felt like shaking. They exchanged nights! He stayed there and she left with the stolen smile from her friend.

SEASONAL LOVE

Your presence is like a winter sun
warm, accepting and loving
never wanted to get away from and
always have that feelings of belonging

Your absence is like a hot summer
days becomes longer and tiring
how much I wished it cool down a little
wondering why and why that happened?

It never occurred a bit of unpleasantness
over the times when you are serious
because its for that emotion, I have fallen
 and wished to see you in it every minute

Can't define how it feels like 
when you smile and smile only
that's when I am lost within me
lost in your enchanting smile sway me

You are like autumn flowers
because that's when others
refused to bloom and you were always
there when nobody was around for me

My life is a spring season when
it pictures you in there, even though
I know you don't like me in the way I do
but since you don't hate me all is fine to me

I have never seen the winter snow
or breathe natural summer coolness
or autumn which don't shed leaves
or have spend spring times in a countryside 

But I am sure all is possible
'cause that is precious, unique and special
and your care, love and warmth
makes me feel that way

A girl with fancy glasses

A girl with fancy glasses
they were as colorful as rainbows
and as lovely as her
cute, adorable and lovable

A girl with fancy glasses
she said she see the world differently
when she wore them
she saw the world beautiful and accepting

A girl with fancy glasses
her pretty eyes had the power
to lighten up the darkness
still she wore it cause she loved it!

A girl with fancy glasses
she often messed things up
and she never forgot
to apologize when she felt guilty

A girl with fancy glasses
she seemed fragile and weak
but she was not 
'cause she was a girl with a strong will

A girl with fancy glasses
her dream was to reach the moon
she knew she can't
yet she wanted to give a try

A girl with fancy glasses
she said she saw the world differently
with beautiful and nice people
who were good, kind and happy!

Describe it!

Yesterday, he was there in my dream

smiling, blinking and waving to me

he was trying hard to say something

but I got awaken by someone calling my name

May be it could be my imagination

or it could be that I have fallen temporarily

but it didn’t happened once, twice or thrice

its like this feeling had been there permanently

I heard it and wanted to hear more

the kind of songs he listened to everyday

could make anyone cry and feel sad over again

yet the songs were beyond his personality in every way

Never ever he looked like a man

 who could be sentimental and would have

expressions called emotions and feelings

now, I realized-what he wanted to do is to save

He talked little and smiled even fewer

but when he does the talking,

it feels like to keep listening to his small talks

live a life forever and ever listening to his talking

 When he smiles, my mind never stops to smile

And my heart giggles with its pace

I could walk miles and miles

just to see him smile or in fact I could race

Whenever he is near, he left me being

 shy, nervous and dumb like a fool

Oh dios mio! I think this one is for real

for I was afraid as I am not so cool!

Flew, danced, stole and rested!!

I flew high and higher, in the sky

to have a dance on the moon

and to steal some stars secretly;

where, I wanted to rest till noon

 

Night that gleamed and shone brightly

I breathed out happily with relief

And never knew its charm and stillness

it held from ages is hard to belief

 

The air that passed by gently

robbed my heart in an instance

and got my feet jumping up with joy

I could barely walk with its pace and distance

 

I saw the fluffy clouds moving slowly

took a mouthful of clouds to taste

O my! It was as sweet as its delicious

And then with the magical moment I embraced

 

I rode on one of the comfy clouds to race

with the big eyes owls that howled

And far away we drove continually

Together we drove, rested and raced

 

 How much I wish if I Could?

sing the song of beauty rhythmically

with no bars, with no hesitation

to keep this dream forever magically!

No, you didn't. No, you won't!

No, you didn't. No you won't!

You care only about what others say

what others think and what others do;

you have forgotten to feel what I go through

You are furious at me just because
I did something wrong unintentionally

Couldn't you just cheer me up?

Instead of yelling at me for my carelessness

Did you ever sense my pains?

Did you ever feel how I feel?

Did you ever love me for real?

Did you ever? No, you didn't?

When I did something good

you showed no appreciations!

You never shared my happiness

nor did you mind to share your heart

All these years, months and days;

of spending times with you for a man

whom my tears are just a waste;

a man with no senses and feelings

I hate myself to have fallen;

for someone who just doesn't care!

Man who is more like a robot;

I was blaming myself for all these years

Now all is said and done;

you don't own my heart

nor my soul or my life

No, you don't. No, you will not!

ENDLESS LOVE

Finally, the wait was over! The long hot summer wait for the only person she always yearned for came to an end. He came with the rhythm of every single breathe she took in and out. Never did he seem more intense yet so handsome, that her small round eyes refuses to believe but her heart rejoicing with his thoughts. With the navy blue cap on, every step he took made her heart beat faster and thump louder like hearing songs with earphones in eardrums. His walking was so clear that even while she closed her eyes she could feel his gentle and slow steps. He is not just a man, he is the man she had imagined, dreamt and planned to love forever and ever.

And the beautiful dream broke with the morning dew's disappearance. It was the year before, she remembered so clearly. He came out of a sudden and said to her, ‘Can you please do me a favor?'. She confirmed with a shy nod. He said, ‘Miriam is it okay if I steal your best friend from you, for a little while?’ Miriam did forget that Isabel was with her sharing the bench and chips and of course her life. Isabel was her best-kid friend who had been with her through the ups and downs of life. Hesitatingly, Miriam stood up from the bench with her heart full of insecurities and more thoughts roaming.

Then it continued......the distance from everything. She doubted, 'Can my love be so unreal, so weak?' Eventually, her doubts became her valid proof of the things between her best friend and her prince-to-be. Isabel and Keith hardly met her together. They, the three of them used to meet for meals, drinks, movies and hangouts. After the 'can-you-please-do-me-a- favor' either Keith or Isabel met with her but never together. The late night thoughts, the frequent lost in appetite, the never ending fatigue, over-eating chocolates and listening to emotional songs. Everywhere was nowhere, everyone was no one and everything was nothing. Nightmares followed one after another. Her heart gradually wilted with the August air. It became very weak.

As tears filled her eyes and rolled down from her cheeks, she remembered in her blur watery eyes of the chill winter night. The cold night which brought warmness; the time when Isabel and she were out for dinner discussing on a serious matter, they heard a loud, weird and unusual laughter. That’s when she saw Keith for the first time. He was nothing like a prince! He was not tall, he was comparatively fair and very average looking. Nevertheless, her heart stopped for a while when both of their eyes met. His eyes, his eyes showed sincerity, he had a majestic charisma and his presence brought about a change in her mood, she calmed down and blushed. And little did she know that he is her prince.

Keith's version

The girl with the round eyes; she was not a beauty but her face has the simplicity which might not make a man faint but could make a man go crazy. She couldnot go participate in a beauty pageant because she lacked the height. But her eyes, they have got the sparkle in it and they are deep in which a man could fall easily. So is her face, simple. He thought that night. After the eye contacts, Keith and Miriam accidentally met thrice. Their first talk was introducing one another. What he liked most that day was her name and her smile. She smiled from heart. She was not pretending like the girls in mini-skirts and high heels just to show off. Rather she smiles freely and unhesitatingly. Her name is Miriam he said to himself. Keith also shared his encounter with Miriam to his friends. One of his friends curiously asked, ‘Is she hot? Is she beautiful?' He knew at that instant that his friends might not like Miriam much but he was sure that they were going to love her. 
 
He was not sure but he always had the intuition that they were meant to be. They met several times during gatherings, functions and parties. Soon, they became good friends to know each other very well. Within their friendship for 3 months, he got to know a lot about her. In the mean time, Keith realized that she was not an ordinary girl. She was just too much of a person that she didn't even care to clean her eyebrows. She knew about fashion but she cleaned no eyebrows. She was vegetarian because she always hated meats, she is too scared of injections and needles and she didn't care what other thought.She was patient and she had it all the humors of the world. And the way she talked could melt a person's brain boiling at 100 degree Celsius. She could be furious at times but she was more than just a girl in the short time. She became the perfect girl who he had been searching for a long time.




               

Isabel's view

'I love Miriam. Can you please help me out, conveying that to her?, said Keith. Miriam had just left and Keith was now sitting at the same place of the bench where Miriam was sitting earlier. From the cold winter night they had met, Isabel had a crush on him. Now, almost after a year, she was sensing a strong love between her best friend and her first ever crush. Miriam had been there throughout the bumps and highs on her way to roads of life. She was not just a friend she was her world. Now, her world had found yet another world to cherish and share. She could clearly see through the eyes of Miriam, her love for Keith. He was the one, her best friend had fallen for. Even though, Miriam hadn't open up on that, she believed that she loved Keith more than anything else. Now, Keith loved her too!