I am a housefly in the window. When the sun shines, I find the world outside very beautiful. I fancy of being there, looking at myself as a part of that world. I imagine things that I believe would be so special to explore. Not that I am not happy being inside, in fact I live in the most safest settings inside the house as there are no creatures that make me prey, but the beauty of the outer world is just irresistible. I prepare my wings to fly and with all the excitement and impatience, I toss my wings and flip them towards the world. But out of nowhere, I strike something that I can't see. I don't see the transparent window. I try to push myself and strike it again with my head rolling. As if I never feel the pain, I again strike the window naive of the fact that the barrier is unbreakable. I wander close to the barrier trying to push it and get outside but every time in vain.
There are other houseflies too, trying to penetrate the wall. But a lot of them have the same fate as mine. Some manage to escape the terror of having to stay in the house when they luckily find some windows open. But the windows soon get closed. With little ability to understand what's happening, I carry on and when I lose all my faith in my strength I look for another way outside. I find ways but they're all the same. I keep on flying in the house hoping for someone to open the windows. But that never happens and I am trapped in the house that I find to be a boring place. The outer world as is said has so much in store or so I believe. The fear of having to spend all my life inside the house drags me to the window again. With some gained strength I bang the window with my body. But the window is too strong to be broken. I bang again and again but nothing changes except the intensity of light.
Soon the sun goes down and the dusk breaks. As I fail my aspirations, the outer world seems dark to me. I now find the outer world to be ugly with nowhere to go and nothing to do. I find the light inside the house to be more pleasant and the house - a beautiful place. I suddenly become proud that I'm inside the house and tap my own back for not leaving such a wonderful place earlier. I fall in love with the house. As the night breaks, I find that there are some new entrants in search of light and I go back to the window and see that there are thousands of moths that long to get inside. I feel proud that I'm on the better part of the world. I fly here and there and dance in front of those moths and tease them from inside. But my happiness is not for long. The lights go off, darkness prevails inside too. I look out of the window again. I see that there's a faint light far away and there are no more moths outside the window anymore. I remember my short-lived happiness and curse myself. Tired and wary, I resort to some safe place to fall asleep.
Again the dawn breaks, the sun shines and I realize how wrong I was to believe the house to be more beautiful than the outer world. I again try to break the window and again the same story repeats. I wander around the window, I look at the world and I curse myself again. This is my fate, this is the world I should live in, this is the best I can get in life. I never realize that I have so much to do inside the house, I have so many wonders happening inside and the outer world is just too unsettling. I have made my own place to sleep, my friends, and my family. I will not earn anything outside the house, but I never stop going to the window, looking outside and longing to explore the world.
Monday, November 23, 2009
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
October 15 '08
"Hi it's me Anurag from the Boss", I received a phone call. "You have been selected as a reporter. You may join from October 15". Abhishek, Sushanta, Narayan and me were literally waiting for the call. Narayan had also applied for the post and appeared for the interview the same day. We were told that we would be informed by the evening.
We had already started looking at the watch from 1 o'clock and Narayan was already panicking. It was quite difficult for me to stay calm beside my panicking friend. Every ring that afternoon would give us a heart attack. I can't forget how Abhishek and Sushanta played prank on us by giving rings. It was 3 in the afternoon when I received the call. I announced my being selected and everyone was excited and congratulated me. Narayan was nervous. He was afraid that he did not get selected. The situation was getting difficult but within 5 minutes there was a ring on his phone. He picked it up and it was Anurag Dai again. Narayan got selected as well.
A year passed since I joined my first job. I was very happy. I was glad that I was not appointed alone and there was a friend with whom I was a new comer. That made the situation a little easier. We were the reporters of the most selling business magazine in Nepal. The first day we were wondering what would it be like to be a reporter. With a business background, and being fresh graduates waiting for the final results, we were a little nervous. But it was not that difficult. Soon we were to make friends and find out what reporting was all about. I enjoyed the job very much and was very very happy with what I was doing. The environment at work was very cool I must say. Nothing to worry, no single place to stay for eight straight hours and most of all, it was not a classroom.
The saddest part, I was not aware that my stay at the first job was not going to be more than one and half months. Not to be mistaken, I was not fired, I was enjoying the job very much (it is the thing I still believe that I'd always love to do), and I might return to the same profession someday. There were other reasons that forced me to switch my job. I was suggested the switch by almost everyone. Though I never wanted to leave, I was dragged by everyone to make the decision. No offence to anyone and no regrets at all, but sometimes I wish I stuck with my first job at least for a year. When I say this to people, they take me as a fool and laugh at me. But there is a difference in doing what you want to do and doing what you have to do. I always wanted to make a career in writing and someday I want to return to the same profession again. I still have time, but I wasted almost eleven months. I could have done whatever I wanted to, but I took a decision that always makes me feel sad though I am paid more than thrice here.
One and half months were like heaven. I followed Anurag dai almost everywhere he went whenever possible. I accompanied Suman otherwise and learnt how to prepare a story. I attended press conferences and wrote about them but they would not be more than 100 words. I wanted to do something big. I wanted to do a feature article but I was too immature for that (my topics would be very vague and sometimes it disappointed me a lot). To my surprise, I was assigned a people's story within fifteen days. I was very happy to do that. I took it very seriously and prepared questions. I was a little nervous though. I took the interview, and with utmost sincerity I wrote the story. It was my birthday, that I got a rewrite task on that story. That disappointed me a lot. While I finished that story in a day earlier, it took me three whole days to rewrite with a lot of help from Suman, Caeser and Narayan. It was later approved and I was very happy about that. Immediately after that, I was building a story on furniture. I was going to write a feature article and it was going to get published.
But my dreams shattered as I had to switch my job. I made the decision and from every aspect except from the view of my satisfaction, the new job was perfect. I have spent eleven months in my new job and I have gained quite a lot than expected. I have matured as a professional and almost everyone is happy with my work. I have no intentions of leaving the job right now, but I'm sure I'll get back to writing someday and that will happen soon.
Cheers!!!
We had already started looking at the watch from 1 o'clock and Narayan was already panicking. It was quite difficult for me to stay calm beside my panicking friend. Every ring that afternoon would give us a heart attack. I can't forget how Abhishek and Sushanta played prank on us by giving rings. It was 3 in the afternoon when I received the call. I announced my being selected and everyone was excited and congratulated me. Narayan was nervous. He was afraid that he did not get selected. The situation was getting difficult but within 5 minutes there was a ring on his phone. He picked it up and it was Anurag Dai again. Narayan got selected as well.
A year passed since I joined my first job. I was very happy. I was glad that I was not appointed alone and there was a friend with whom I was a new comer. That made the situation a little easier. We were the reporters of the most selling business magazine in Nepal. The first day we were wondering what would it be like to be a reporter. With a business background, and being fresh graduates waiting for the final results, we were a little nervous. But it was not that difficult. Soon we were to make friends and find out what reporting was all about. I enjoyed the job very much and was very very happy with what I was doing. The environment at work was very cool I must say. Nothing to worry, no single place to stay for eight straight hours and most of all, it was not a classroom.
The saddest part, I was not aware that my stay at the first job was not going to be more than one and half months. Not to be mistaken, I was not fired, I was enjoying the job very much (it is the thing I still believe that I'd always love to do), and I might return to the same profession someday. There were other reasons that forced me to switch my job. I was suggested the switch by almost everyone. Though I never wanted to leave, I was dragged by everyone to make the decision. No offence to anyone and no regrets at all, but sometimes I wish I stuck with my first job at least for a year. When I say this to people, they take me as a fool and laugh at me. But there is a difference in doing what you want to do and doing what you have to do. I always wanted to make a career in writing and someday I want to return to the same profession again. I still have time, but I wasted almost eleven months. I could have done whatever I wanted to, but I took a decision that always makes me feel sad though I am paid more than thrice here.
One and half months were like heaven. I followed Anurag dai almost everywhere he went whenever possible. I accompanied Suman otherwise and learnt how to prepare a story. I attended press conferences and wrote about them but they would not be more than 100 words. I wanted to do something big. I wanted to do a feature article but I was too immature for that (my topics would be very vague and sometimes it disappointed me a lot). To my surprise, I was assigned a people's story within fifteen days. I was very happy to do that. I took it very seriously and prepared questions. I was a little nervous though. I took the interview, and with utmost sincerity I wrote the story. It was my birthday, that I got a rewrite task on that story. That disappointed me a lot. While I finished that story in a day earlier, it took me three whole days to rewrite with a lot of help from Suman, Caeser and Narayan. It was later approved and I was very happy about that. Immediately after that, I was building a story on furniture. I was going to write a feature article and it was going to get published.
But my dreams shattered as I had to switch my job. I made the decision and from every aspect except from the view of my satisfaction, the new job was perfect. I have spent eleven months in my new job and I have gained quite a lot than expected. I have matured as a professional and almost everyone is happy with my work. I have no intentions of leaving the job right now, but I'm sure I'll get back to writing someday and that will happen soon.
Cheers!!!
Thursday, October 15, 2009
White Bed Black Wheels
I had to be rushed to the hospital with everybody panicking. The fever wouldn't come down from 105. At the OPD Dr. Pathak urged me to get admitted immediately. It was the first time I remember being admitted to a hospital. I was said that there was one occasion when I was a child too young to remember. '248 A' was assigned to me. I was too weak to remember how I was taken to bed. I just wanted to lay. I remember faintly that it was a cabin-like room with two beds (one already occupied). There was a bathroom attached and my bed was beside the window. There was a fan on the ceiling moving at quite a speed. I had already started shivering when I climbed the bed. The bed was a little taller than I had expected.
There came the Doctor to ask for the details. He asked me so many questions that I wished he was dead. He talked so much about useless TB that for once I feared that I was having TB. He asked me to show where I was operated when I was young. I wondered why was he so interested to see. Later I heard myself asking him questions like when did he pass MBBS and from where. Then did I realize that he was a fresh MBBS graduated and thus those questions. Later he went but the fever wouldn't slide down.
A nurse rushed in and pierced a needle into my viens. "Abui yo bachcha lai ta kasto jwaro aako!!", she exclaimed. More than the fever, her calling me bachcha bothered me more. I looked at her. She wasn't very old, must be on her mid thirties and she took me as a kid. I didn't understand. She connected the IV to my viens through a bottle of antibiotic. She stoffed two pills of paracetamols into my mouth. I thought I was asleep. Suddenly I was shaken and there was this beautiful lady in front of my eyes. I realized I was in a hospital bed. She put the thermometer under my arms and went. I thought hours passed since she left and she wouldn't arrive. She came again to announce my temperature which was 105.8. I was not amazed, I was hardly in a position to realize what that meant.
Later again I was forced to open my eyes. The beautiful nurse was holding a syringe in her hand. She asked me to change side and then put the syringe on my back. It did not hurt. Now there was another one to be put through the needle in my hand. She asked me to take a long breath. She tried to talk to me but I could not bring myself to answer her questions. This time it hurt very much. More than the pain it was irritating. I closed my eyes and such things came on my mind that I just can't remember but all I know was anything I thought of was not for more than two seconds. I remember Abishek was always there. He talked to me everytime and kept me alive. But everytime after a little chat I went to sleep.
I woke up this time fully drenched in my own sweat. My shirt was fully soaked. I could not sleep. I looked up. Dad was sleeping I don't know for how long. I didn't wake him up but waited to fall asleep again but in vain. To my surprise in less than 10 minutes the nurses arrived. This time they were new ones again. "Look at him, he is fully soaked", one of them said. Another put the thermometer under my arms again. Dad woke up. "Do you have another shirt?", one of them asked. I tried hard to remember but I couldn't. "No", Dad replied. The nurse immediately rushed, I don't know where, and came back with a gown. She brought a gauge with her and wiped my body. Then both of them helped me out with wearing the gown. 102 was the temperature. "This guy is amazing", one of the nurses uttered. "He had almost 106 fever and never panicked. He is the same at 102". "Yes! He is so cool", I heard another of them agree. I lied down again and the nurses went.
It was early in the morning must be around 5 when Mom arrived with some soup for me. I was in no mood to eat but I had to. I was feeling a little better but still a little unconcious of what was going on. The nurse again came and put the antibiotic. Then another one with the worst part - Metron being injected. The fever, they measured and again it was 104. Paracetamol again. I think in 6 hours I took three of them. People started to arrive. I had to talk to them for a while. They'd ask questions and suggest food. I'd had some juice and again sleep. All I wanted to do was sleep so that I wouldn't have to bear the pain of heat. But sleeping was the toughest part.
There was a girl on the other bed. I never saw her because of the curtain until the day she was discharged. Her voice was very sweet and seemed to be a mongolian tone. She wanted some fresh blood and it was getting difficult for her to manage. The second day, she was about to leave without blood as she was tired I suppose. But there was a huge male voice that visited her. He scolded her and told her that it was waste of time and money to go without blood being transfused. She was convinced and her sister in law who seemed to be very young too, called people and they managed to have some fresh blood. That night she was transfused with three pints of blood. She seemed very happy the next day. She packed her things from the morning but with the hassles in the hospital everyone knows, she was discharged only in the evening at around 6 I suppose. She bade goodbye and it was the first time I saw her. I knew I was going to miss that voice, partly because I envied her freedom. I didn't know I was about to stay three more nights after her departure.
Immediately after her departure, there was an arrival of a couple. The woman was being operated the next morning. I didn't bother about what was happening on the other side of the curtain. I wanted to sleep, moreover I wanted the fever to come down so that I would be discharged. But I knew it was going to take time.
"This antibiotic failed yesterday", Dr. Pathak said. "So I have started another one from yesterday evening. It will take 72 hours. It will be 24 hours this evening", he said. I was so disappointed then. 72 hours meant three days. Three more days in that bed that made so much noise when I twisted and turned. I wanted the time to pass but time is the only thing that disappoints you. It passes with a blink of an eye when you don't want it to and it takes years for hours to pass on the other side. I could not feel any better. I was not convinced that the antibiotic was working until after 48 hours when I was able to sit on the bed. I was able to talk but not for long. It was Saturday when 72 hours would complete. That meant I wouldn't be discharged that day. The next morning on Sunday, I was feeling very good. I had no fever for the first time. I was feeling as if nothing had happened. Dr. Pathak arrived and asked whether 72 hours were complete. "Okay. So do you want to spend one more night or go home?", he asked me with a happy face. There was no alternate to going home. I immediately pointed towards door and said I wanted to leave.
That afternoon I had to wait until 3 to put my dose. I thanked the nurses and luckily the ones who had taken so much care the first night were on the duty. I thanked them tonnes and headed outside the hospital. I boarded a taxi towards home. It felt like I was a bird. It felt so good to be back home. I lay on my bed. It was so comfortable. Those six days that white bed with black wheels, gave me all sorts of trouble but still I miss that bed. That was where I threw away my pains, fever and healed to be able to walk back home.
Cheers!!!
There came the Doctor to ask for the details. He asked me so many questions that I wished he was dead. He talked so much about useless TB that for once I feared that I was having TB. He asked me to show where I was operated when I was young. I wondered why was he so interested to see. Later I heard myself asking him questions like when did he pass MBBS and from where. Then did I realize that he was a fresh MBBS graduated and thus those questions. Later he went but the fever wouldn't slide down.
A nurse rushed in and pierced a needle into my viens. "Abui yo bachcha lai ta kasto jwaro aako!!", she exclaimed. More than the fever, her calling me bachcha bothered me more. I looked at her. She wasn't very old, must be on her mid thirties and she took me as a kid. I didn't understand. She connected the IV to my viens through a bottle of antibiotic. She stoffed two pills of paracetamols into my mouth. I thought I was asleep. Suddenly I was shaken and there was this beautiful lady in front of my eyes. I realized I was in a hospital bed. She put the thermometer under my arms and went. I thought hours passed since she left and she wouldn't arrive. She came again to announce my temperature which was 105.8. I was not amazed, I was hardly in a position to realize what that meant.
Later again I was forced to open my eyes. The beautiful nurse was holding a syringe in her hand. She asked me to change side and then put the syringe on my back. It did not hurt. Now there was another one to be put through the needle in my hand. She asked me to take a long breath. She tried to talk to me but I could not bring myself to answer her questions. This time it hurt very much. More than the pain it was irritating. I closed my eyes and such things came on my mind that I just can't remember but all I know was anything I thought of was not for more than two seconds. I remember Abishek was always there. He talked to me everytime and kept me alive. But everytime after a little chat I went to sleep.
I woke up this time fully drenched in my own sweat. My shirt was fully soaked. I could not sleep. I looked up. Dad was sleeping I don't know for how long. I didn't wake him up but waited to fall asleep again but in vain. To my surprise in less than 10 minutes the nurses arrived. This time they were new ones again. "Look at him, he is fully soaked", one of them said. Another put the thermometer under my arms again. Dad woke up. "Do you have another shirt?", one of them asked. I tried hard to remember but I couldn't. "No", Dad replied. The nurse immediately rushed, I don't know where, and came back with a gown. She brought a gauge with her and wiped my body. Then both of them helped me out with wearing the gown. 102 was the temperature. "This guy is amazing", one of the nurses uttered. "He had almost 106 fever and never panicked. He is the same at 102". "Yes! He is so cool", I heard another of them agree. I lied down again and the nurses went.
It was early in the morning must be around 5 when Mom arrived with some soup for me. I was in no mood to eat but I had to. I was feeling a little better but still a little unconcious of what was going on. The nurse again came and put the antibiotic. Then another one with the worst part - Metron being injected. The fever, they measured and again it was 104. Paracetamol again. I think in 6 hours I took three of them. People started to arrive. I had to talk to them for a while. They'd ask questions and suggest food. I'd had some juice and again sleep. All I wanted to do was sleep so that I wouldn't have to bear the pain of heat. But sleeping was the toughest part.
There was a girl on the other bed. I never saw her because of the curtain until the day she was discharged. Her voice was very sweet and seemed to be a mongolian tone. She wanted some fresh blood and it was getting difficult for her to manage. The second day, she was about to leave without blood as she was tired I suppose. But there was a huge male voice that visited her. He scolded her and told her that it was waste of time and money to go without blood being transfused. She was convinced and her sister in law who seemed to be very young too, called people and they managed to have some fresh blood. That night she was transfused with three pints of blood. She seemed very happy the next day. She packed her things from the morning but with the hassles in the hospital everyone knows, she was discharged only in the evening at around 6 I suppose. She bade goodbye and it was the first time I saw her. I knew I was going to miss that voice, partly because I envied her freedom. I didn't know I was about to stay three more nights after her departure.
Immediately after her departure, there was an arrival of a couple. The woman was being operated the next morning. I didn't bother about what was happening on the other side of the curtain. I wanted to sleep, moreover I wanted the fever to come down so that I would be discharged. But I knew it was going to take time.
"This antibiotic failed yesterday", Dr. Pathak said. "So I have started another one from yesterday evening. It will take 72 hours. It will be 24 hours this evening", he said. I was so disappointed then. 72 hours meant three days. Three more days in that bed that made so much noise when I twisted and turned. I wanted the time to pass but time is the only thing that disappoints you. It passes with a blink of an eye when you don't want it to and it takes years for hours to pass on the other side. I could not feel any better. I was not convinced that the antibiotic was working until after 48 hours when I was able to sit on the bed. I was able to talk but not for long. It was Saturday when 72 hours would complete. That meant I wouldn't be discharged that day. The next morning on Sunday, I was feeling very good. I had no fever for the first time. I was feeling as if nothing had happened. Dr. Pathak arrived and asked whether 72 hours were complete. "Okay. So do you want to spend one more night or go home?", he asked me with a happy face. There was no alternate to going home. I immediately pointed towards door and said I wanted to leave.
That afternoon I had to wait until 3 to put my dose. I thanked the nurses and luckily the ones who had taken so much care the first night were on the duty. I thanked them tonnes and headed outside the hospital. I boarded a taxi towards home. It felt like I was a bird. It felt so good to be back home. I lay on my bed. It was so comfortable. Those six days that white bed with black wheels, gave me all sorts of trouble but still I miss that bed. That was where I threw away my pains, fever and healed to be able to walk back home.
Cheers!!!
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
New Days
Now that it has been quite a time that I started preparing for IELTS, I am finding the listening part easier by the day. The format is pretty easy and the conversations are so descriptive that you don't have to even check the answers to know if you got them correct. However sometimes, the talk skips your mind so fast that you will skip a couple of questions without knowing but that is a rare case. I'm enjoying learning it, however I am yet to start the reading tests. I am planning to appear for a mockup test this Saturday at one of the consultancies around. Hope I will gain some more confidence by doing that.
Besides, life is on a fast lane at the moment. Until lately, I never had to work and study at the same time. But doing that right now has left so little time for me to look at anything else. Also, I am quite busy preparing proposals at work and recommendations to apply to the colleges. The path seems pretty easy at the moment, only that I have to spend a little huge amount of money to be able to go. I hope my Dad doesn't mind spending the amount.
I'm still not sure whether it will be a wise decision to spend the amount and whether it is worth spending at the moment. But as someone said to me, 'Let's prepare for the best and hope for the worst', I am doing just that. She said it really works.
Besides all these, I am also involved trying to form a coalition with a company from Pokhara through which we (a group of friends at work) will be handling projects. The deal is not far, I have sent the MoU and hopefully, they will agree upon that. If they do, we will first have to register our company and before that we have to think of a name for the company. Suggestions from my readers are welcome (Any creative name would do, does not have to be industry specific). I am very hopeful of this venture and if we succeed, it will be the first step towards fulfilling my dream.
That's all for today friends. I will be back with some more updates soon.
Till then.
Have fun.
Cheers!!!
Besides, life is on a fast lane at the moment. Until lately, I never had to work and study at the same time. But doing that right now has left so little time for me to look at anything else. Also, I am quite busy preparing proposals at work and recommendations to apply to the colleges. The path seems pretty easy at the moment, only that I have to spend a little huge amount of money to be able to go. I hope my Dad doesn't mind spending the amount.
I'm still not sure whether it will be a wise decision to spend the amount and whether it is worth spending at the moment. But as someone said to me, 'Let's prepare for the best and hope for the worst', I am doing just that. She said it really works.
Besides all these, I am also involved trying to form a coalition with a company from Pokhara through which we (a group of friends at work) will be handling projects. The deal is not far, I have sent the MoU and hopefully, they will agree upon that. If they do, we will first have to register our company and before that we have to think of a name for the company. Suggestions from my readers are welcome (Any creative name would do, does not have to be industry specific). I am very hopeful of this venture and if we succeed, it will be the first step towards fulfilling my dream.
That's all for today friends. I will be back with some more updates soon.
Till then.
Have fun.
Cheers!!!
Sunday, September 6, 2009
A refreshing Saturday
I woke up with the memories of the sweetest dream that I saw that night. Every now and then I was smiling and my mother wanted to know the mystery behind my happy face. I just smiled at her.
Now that I had registered for IELTS, I started preparing for it. The morning went with completion of couple of reading exercises. After having lunch and finishing the washing of my clothes, I called Sushanta. He said that he had a couple of books that I wanted to borrow. He called me home sometime in the afternoon. But a while later he asked me to pick him up and that we were going to Snooker. "Are you nuts? I need to prepare and I don't even have two weeks' time.", I screamed but I had no choice. I myself didn't want to miss the opportunity because Bikash will be busy from Tuesday as he has joined KUSOM.
At Bhrikuti Mandap, we had a great time at snooker. The last time we played there was on the last day of our final exam of final semester. I remember how we had thought of life after college to be wonderful and felt free, though the life we lived after that was not at all in comparison with what we lived at college.
We all felt so hungry that we didn't even bother to complete the 'kitti' and rushed to Khaja ghar. The lunch was so good and we ate so much that I though I wouldn't have to eat for two days from then.
Later at home lights went out. I had nothing to do but play some tunes in the guitar until the lights came again. A couple of listening tests took some more time and at around 11, I went to bed.
Cheers!!!
Now that I had registered for IELTS, I started preparing for it. The morning went with completion of couple of reading exercises. After having lunch and finishing the washing of my clothes, I called Sushanta. He said that he had a couple of books that I wanted to borrow. He called me home sometime in the afternoon. But a while later he asked me to pick him up and that we were going to Snooker. "Are you nuts? I need to prepare and I don't even have two weeks' time.", I screamed but I had no choice. I myself didn't want to miss the opportunity because Bikash will be busy from Tuesday as he has joined KUSOM.
At Bhrikuti Mandap, we had a great time at snooker. The last time we played there was on the last day of our final exam of final semester. I remember how we had thought of life after college to be wonderful and felt free, though the life we lived after that was not at all in comparison with what we lived at college.
We all felt so hungry that we didn't even bother to complete the 'kitti' and rushed to Khaja ghar. The lunch was so good and we ate so much that I though I wouldn't have to eat for two days from then.
Later at home lights went out. I had nothing to do but play some tunes in the guitar until the lights came again. A couple of listening tests took some more time and at around 11, I went to bed.
Cheers!!!
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Canafused
A year ago, I was sure about my plans. Before I write any further, I would like to admit that I am a lazy bum who does not care about deadlines - a type B as I always say. I was sure that I would start working right after college and I succeeded in doing that. While working I thought I would study (not meaning joining a college for further education but study for some tests that would lead me to apply abroad). But I was in no hurry, not even in my plans. I had a year in hand to take tests. I thought it was enough time to prepare and score good. However the test is one of the toughest - the GMAT. In retrospect, I always had enough time - always.
My Plan: Appear for GMAT in May, apply to the Universities for Fall 2010, by then I will have two years of experience as required by the Universities and fly in Fall 2010.
At first I knew I was appearing for the tests in May. I had enough time. But with a blink of an eye, May was already there. I needed at least two months' time again to study. July was the right time. But I did not notice when July was over. And when I did, I looked forward to September but I have not yet started anything. Nothing has changed according to my plan but the plan itself.
I have dropped the idea of appearing for GMAT and going for MBA, I deliberately convinced myself that MBA is little too costly if I apply as an international student. I started looking for options, in fact my friends did. They came up with the idea of applying for UK. But God knows why they changed the idea and now we have decided to look into Canada. My friends have already taken IELTS and I am in the process. We went to some consultancies seeking for advice. Everyone knows they are biased and always looking for ways to earn money rather than providing sincere advices. But still we wanted to dig in.
Now the only confusion is, there is money involved and should I burden my father to spend so much after all this? Should he be again investing so much amount just to let me go out of the country, that also not for MBA but for some post graduate course the future of which is more than uncertain. Should I believe what the consultant puked in front of us? Is there really an opportunity as he said? The best thing would be to contact someone who is already there but how?
I am thinking about it for sometime now. I think I should talk to more people before I decide.
My Plan: Appear for GMAT in May, apply to the Universities for Fall 2010, by then I will have two years of experience as required by the Universities and fly in Fall 2010.
At first I knew I was appearing for the tests in May. I had enough time. But with a blink of an eye, May was already there. I needed at least two months' time again to study. July was the right time. But I did not notice when July was over. And when I did, I looked forward to September but I have not yet started anything. Nothing has changed according to my plan but the plan itself.
I have dropped the idea of appearing for GMAT and going for MBA, I deliberately convinced myself that MBA is little too costly if I apply as an international student. I started looking for options, in fact my friends did. They came up with the idea of applying for UK. But God knows why they changed the idea and now we have decided to look into Canada. My friends have already taken IELTS and I am in the process. We went to some consultancies seeking for advice. Everyone knows they are biased and always looking for ways to earn money rather than providing sincere advices. But still we wanted to dig in.
Now the only confusion is, there is money involved and should I burden my father to spend so much after all this? Should he be again investing so much amount just to let me go out of the country, that also not for MBA but for some post graduate course the future of which is more than uncertain. Should I believe what the consultant puked in front of us? Is there really an opportunity as he said? The best thing would be to contact someone who is already there but how?
I am thinking about it for sometime now. I think I should talk to more people before I decide.
Friday, August 28, 2009
Weird is it?
We share a very strange relationship. It was around five years ago that we started to chat and it was completely accidental. I had seen a photograph where she was standing with a girl and that girl was the one I wanted to get connected to. I wanted to find that girl's email address but in vain and somehow I found hers. I believed she would lead me to that girl but unfortunately she also was of no help. From then we met online regularly. We even talked over phone but I remember nothing regarding what our conversation was like. We remained in contact only as long as six months and god knows what happened thereafter. We never met.
After four years I found her again, thanks to Facebook. We again chat almost daily provided her job does not take her to distant rural places of Nepal. We share a very strange relationship. It has been around six months again, but we do not have each others' number. We both do not ask for it. We don't talk over phone, we don't meet, we don't even get curious to look at each others' pictures. We just share things. I tell her almost everything and if by any chance I don't, she finds out through my blog.
Strange but true, we respect each other a lot. I once offered her to a movie, I was just checking on her. She said, "What if I say no?" Instantly I said that I'd cancel the offer beforehand. I have never dreamed of meeting her, or going on a date. Strangely, she added, "I respect you a lot and I have never dreamed of meeting you. I cannot". We both find it the same way.
Some relationships are just too strange but they're this important? I didn't know.
Cheers!!!
After four years I found her again, thanks to Facebook. We again chat almost daily provided her job does not take her to distant rural places of Nepal. We share a very strange relationship. It has been around six months again, but we do not have each others' number. We both do not ask for it. We don't talk over phone, we don't meet, we don't even get curious to look at each others' pictures. We just share things. I tell her almost everything and if by any chance I don't, she finds out through my blog.
Strange but true, we respect each other a lot. I once offered her to a movie, I was just checking on her. She said, "What if I say no?" Instantly I said that I'd cancel the offer beforehand. I have never dreamed of meeting her, or going on a date. Strangely, she added, "I respect you a lot and I have never dreamed of meeting you. I cannot". We both find it the same way.
Some relationships are just too strange but they're this important? I didn't know.
Cheers!!!
Sunday, August 23, 2009
The test
"This is not good", I heard his voice. "Didn't you check the rooms before? Do you expect us to stay for five days in a room without A/C?"
I could say from his look towards me that I looked embarrassed.
"No. I didn't have time to come and check the hotel rooms", I heard myself saying in a little shaky voice.
"You should have. Had you checked them you would have surely searched for another one. We have to look for another hotel, we can't stay here", he said and I could not disagree.
Dr. Qazi along with Qadri Sa'ab and Atta had arrived from Pakistan for the workshop. On the way to the hotel, Qadri Sa'ab said, "Look at the road. This road, so close to the airport gives such a bad impression to visitors".
We were going towards Gwarko from Airport and he made the comment at Koteshwor. Before I could say anything he continued, "Oh it is under construction. I hope they will make it a wonderful road".
I noticed that Qadri Sa'ab observes things very fast. "The project is being undertaken by Japanese and the world knows that Japanese work slow but they do the best job".
Qadri Sa'ab and Dr. Qazi added their personal experiences with Japanese people while we reached the hotel.
Everything was fine until Dr. Qazi noticed that the rooms did not have air conditioning. I had not imagined that such a simple thing would matter that lot.
At Himalaya, Dr. Qazi negotiated with the manager to settle in a reasonable price. Then we shifted to Himalaya where the rooms as well as their faces looked much better. After checking in and while Atta and Qadri Sa'ab freshened up, I talked to Dr. Qazi about the market and how I have planned the workshop.
Entering Dr. Qazi's room, Qadri Sa'ab handed me a gift he had brought for me. I thanked them before we headed towards Bawarchi where they were to have dinner. I did not join them for dinner left for home.
I was already an insomniac from a week ago. I was worried how Dr. Qazi and his team would react and how the workshop would be. This was my test and I was very busy for the week managing things for the workshop, inviting and confirming people. But I had a pretty good list on my hand already. Fifteen banks had already confirmed and six more were yet to confirm. I had met their expectation as far as confirmations were concerned. But still I could not bring myself to sleep.
Sunday morning I had invited them (Dr. Mashhood, Qadri Sa'ab and Atta) to office. They arrived and I introduced them to our CEO and to everyone else. After facilitating them to connect to the internet and engaging them on it, I worked on some more confirmations. I had to make sure that by the end of the day there were 20 confirmations at least. I knew it was going to happen.
Dr. Qazi did not join us for lunch, while Ashma accompanied us to the Malaysian restaurant at Bhanimandal. The lunch was pretty good. Qadri Sa'ab and Atta seemed to have enjoyed it. Back at office I was able to make 22 confirmations in total. The list looked pretty convincing to both Dr. Qazi and Qadri Sa'ab. I was quite proud that their expectation had crossed.
Santosh ji was to present his software to all of us including our guests. His software seemed pretty well worked out but I'm sure integrating it to PIBAS would be a month's work.
Later in the evening, I stayed late at work and finished everything for the next day's workshop. I hoped everything would go well and more than anything I was worried how many people would turn up.
Monday was to be a rush. I reached work to collect the stuff required for the workshop. At Malla Hotel, Dr. Mashhood and his team with our CEO had already reached. I joined them in preparing everything. Every time I was worried about the number of people that would attend the workshop. I had asked Rajani to confirm everyone from the office.
"I'll catch you if 20 people don't arrive", Dr. Qazi threatened me jokingly.
"In that case I'll have to run after the invitees", I giggled.
Rajani said many of them were out of reach. I was nervous as the clock hit 2 p.m. Invitees started to enter the hall. I was at the door greeting them and registering their names.
At three I stopped expecting. I looked at the registration. Only 10 banks. I looked at Dr. Mashhood and he said, "This is what happens and it is normal to have 50 percent of the invitees". I took the phone and started calling people. Some said they were busy while others that they were not feeling well. I knew that I was wasting my time calling them.
The workshop ended at 6 and we packed up. Tired as we all were, we all headed home.
I had to make appointments with the attendees for the next two days. I was still worried but determined that I would not disappoint myself again. Tuesday I worked hard arranging appointments and managing the time table. Finally I came up with three back to back appointments. We should be pack till evening I thought to myself. And I was right in thinking so. We were busy till the evening with some genuine prospects of entering the market.
In meetings, I would listen to Qadri Sa'ab. He exactly knew what he had to say and that he had a very strong vision. I found that Qadri Sa'ab only committed what he could do. He never talked a marketing language. I could learn a lot from that man and most of all, I could learn honesty from him. He would never forget to mention that he believed that poverty can be reduced through IT. Qadri Sa'ab is an old man. You cannot imagine a person that age to be fit to travel anywhere around the world and work for 18 hours a day. He has a Canadian passport and his family is in Canada, all settled. But he came back to Pakistan to work for his country. Later he realized that every developing nation should be catered as far as possible. His age, his status and his motivation justifies his will towards catering developing nation.
The next day was a similar one. I had arranged three appointments again and we were busy for the day again. Dr. Qazi had planned for sightseeing but I screwed it all.
"Aren't you going to let us take a tour around outskirts of your city?", he said in a jocular voice.
We headed from one bank to other with no time even for lunch. These appointments were also good ones. I was sure they found a very high potential market in Nepal. Later in the evening, we were having dinner together. I called Mom, not to prepare meal for me however I was going home to change. The formal attire that I was in for three continuous days had already made me sick. At 8 I reached Bawarchi. It was the time we relaxed and cracked jokes. I sensed a feeling of relief in the end.
Thursday was leaving time. I bade farewell to the team at the airport. All of them hugged me at the airport. It is a Muslim custom that they hug while departing. Back at office I analyzed their stay. I could not yet figure out how did they find their trip and were their expectations met.
I still have lot to do, a lot more things that should be done if we are to find some customers. I've heard hard work pays. Let us hope for the best.
Cheers!!!
I could say from his look towards me that I looked embarrassed.
"No. I didn't have time to come and check the hotel rooms", I heard myself saying in a little shaky voice.
"You should have. Had you checked them you would have surely searched for another one. We have to look for another hotel, we can't stay here", he said and I could not disagree.
Dr. Qazi along with Qadri Sa'ab and Atta had arrived from Pakistan for the workshop. On the way to the hotel, Qadri Sa'ab said, "Look at the road. This road, so close to the airport gives such a bad impression to visitors".
We were going towards Gwarko from Airport and he made the comment at Koteshwor. Before I could say anything he continued, "Oh it is under construction. I hope they will make it a wonderful road".
I noticed that Qadri Sa'ab observes things very fast. "The project is being undertaken by Japanese and the world knows that Japanese work slow but they do the best job".
Qadri Sa'ab and Dr. Qazi added their personal experiences with Japanese people while we reached the hotel.
Everything was fine until Dr. Qazi noticed that the rooms did not have air conditioning. I had not imagined that such a simple thing would matter that lot.
At Himalaya, Dr. Qazi negotiated with the manager to settle in a reasonable price. Then we shifted to Himalaya where the rooms as well as their faces looked much better. After checking in and while Atta and Qadri Sa'ab freshened up, I talked to Dr. Qazi about the market and how I have planned the workshop.
Entering Dr. Qazi's room, Qadri Sa'ab handed me a gift he had brought for me. I thanked them before we headed towards Bawarchi where they were to have dinner. I did not join them for dinner left for home.
I was already an insomniac from a week ago. I was worried how Dr. Qazi and his team would react and how the workshop would be. This was my test and I was very busy for the week managing things for the workshop, inviting and confirming people. But I had a pretty good list on my hand already. Fifteen banks had already confirmed and six more were yet to confirm. I had met their expectation as far as confirmations were concerned. But still I could not bring myself to sleep.
Sunday morning I had invited them (Dr. Mashhood, Qadri Sa'ab and Atta) to office. They arrived and I introduced them to our CEO and to everyone else. After facilitating them to connect to the internet and engaging them on it, I worked on some more confirmations. I had to make sure that by the end of the day there were 20 confirmations at least. I knew it was going to happen.
Dr. Qazi did not join us for lunch, while Ashma accompanied us to the Malaysian restaurant at Bhanimandal. The lunch was pretty good. Qadri Sa'ab and Atta seemed to have enjoyed it. Back at office I was able to make 22 confirmations in total. The list looked pretty convincing to both Dr. Qazi and Qadri Sa'ab. I was quite proud that their expectation had crossed.
Santosh ji was to present his software to all of us including our guests. His software seemed pretty well worked out but I'm sure integrating it to PIBAS would be a month's work.
Later in the evening, I stayed late at work and finished everything for the next day's workshop. I hoped everything would go well and more than anything I was worried how many people would turn up.
Monday was to be a rush. I reached work to collect the stuff required for the workshop. At Malla Hotel, Dr. Mashhood and his team with our CEO had already reached. I joined them in preparing everything. Every time I was worried about the number of people that would attend the workshop. I had asked Rajani to confirm everyone from the office.
"I'll catch you if 20 people don't arrive", Dr. Qazi threatened me jokingly.
"In that case I'll have to run after the invitees", I giggled.
Rajani said many of them were out of reach. I was nervous as the clock hit 2 p.m. Invitees started to enter the hall. I was at the door greeting them and registering their names.
At three I stopped expecting. I looked at the registration. Only 10 banks. I looked at Dr. Mashhood and he said, "This is what happens and it is normal to have 50 percent of the invitees". I took the phone and started calling people. Some said they were busy while others that they were not feeling well. I knew that I was wasting my time calling them.
The workshop ended at 6 and we packed up. Tired as we all were, we all headed home.
I had to make appointments with the attendees for the next two days. I was still worried but determined that I would not disappoint myself again. Tuesday I worked hard arranging appointments and managing the time table. Finally I came up with three back to back appointments. We should be pack till evening I thought to myself. And I was right in thinking so. We were busy till the evening with some genuine prospects of entering the market.
In meetings, I would listen to Qadri Sa'ab. He exactly knew what he had to say and that he had a very strong vision. I found that Qadri Sa'ab only committed what he could do. He never talked a marketing language. I could learn a lot from that man and most of all, I could learn honesty from him. He would never forget to mention that he believed that poverty can be reduced through IT. Qadri Sa'ab is an old man. You cannot imagine a person that age to be fit to travel anywhere around the world and work for 18 hours a day. He has a Canadian passport and his family is in Canada, all settled. But he came back to Pakistan to work for his country. Later he realized that every developing nation should be catered as far as possible. His age, his status and his motivation justifies his will towards catering developing nation.
The next day was a similar one. I had arranged three appointments again and we were busy for the day again. Dr. Qazi had planned for sightseeing but I screwed it all.
"Aren't you going to let us take a tour around outskirts of your city?", he said in a jocular voice.
We headed from one bank to other with no time even for lunch. These appointments were also good ones. I was sure they found a very high potential market in Nepal. Later in the evening, we were having dinner together. I called Mom, not to prepare meal for me however I was going home to change. The formal attire that I was in for three continuous days had already made me sick. At 8 I reached Bawarchi. It was the time we relaxed and cracked jokes. I sensed a feeling of relief in the end.
Thursday was leaving time. I bade farewell to the team at the airport. All of them hugged me at the airport. It is a Muslim custom that they hug while departing. Back at office I analyzed their stay. I could not yet figure out how did they find their trip and were their expectations met.
I still have lot to do, a lot more things that should be done if we are to find some customers. I've heard hard work pays. Let us hope for the best.
Cheers!!!
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Here and there
Continuing with my busy schedule, I visited Sunrise Bank in the morning. I still had some more invitations to print at office. As soon as I was done with them, I headed towards NMB where I met Pranay. After having quite a long chit chat I realized that I was disturbing him. So I bade him goodbye to head towards NB. At NB, I found that the two invitations were worthless, because those people had already left the organization. I called Suman.
He came out of office and later Caeser called him. I wanted to meet Caeser, it was quite a long time since we sat for tete a tete. But Suman had a better idea of taking me in. It was very strange to be there again. The construction had changed the door. But entering from back was easier for me as I didn't want to face many people. Though I hadn't spent more than 2 months there as an employee, it was such a home to me. I have always remembered the place after I left and at times regretted for having left what I longed to do always.
Soon Anurag dai appeared. It was nice to see him again with the smile on his face. I could see that he was happy to see me after a long time. It was that place where I had last met him to announce my resignation. I remember opposite to my expectation how flatly he had reacted and left. I cannot say if he ever thought I was important or if he really wanted me to stay. But he did not react, he just took it as I said as though I had told him that earth was round.
But Suman always tells me that they (he and Anurag dai) talk about me more often. And that Anurag dai at times praises my writing and attitude. Be it true or not, I could see that he was happy to see me again. We talked about the corporate quiz that I am taking part in. It is being organized by The Boss. A while later Narayan joined and then Sagar dai (it wasn't planned though). There was our complete Editorial Team (Nilima Didi is on leave). We used to be the Editorial team of The Boss. It was such a great feeling to be there after such a long time to have Reena didi's cup of tea. Later Reena didi came out to say Hello. "Mottayechhau", was what she said. Yes I have grown fat, fatter than ever.
It was around four when I left for ILFCO. Thereafter I had to be at Clean Energy, Sitapaila. On the way at Rabi Bhawan, a huge downpour stopped me. I took shelter at the Bajaj showroom window shopping the bikes. Around twenty minutes when SHE called.
"Are you angry with me?", she asked.
I said no as I wasn't. But I know my yesterday's text was quite harsh on her. I had amended it, but I know she could not skip it from her mind. She said she scored a very good marks in psychology. I congratulated her. Psychology was one of the toughest subjects for me. I was a little surprised that she scored that high on which I could not score more than 2.8. We then talked for a while and the rain stopped.
I again made my way only to reach as far as 200 meters when the rain poured again. I had no choice but to resort inside a shop. It took around half an hour this time to stop. Finally I made it to the bank and then back to office. Phew.. I was tired by then. After staying there for an hour, I headed to meet Sanjay and Madhu. We went to book the hotel for Mashhood and his crew but I could not find rooms for all of them. I will have them booked tomorrow.
Sanjay and I headed towards New Road however we had no idea where we were heading in New Road. Suddenly I remembered that Sanjay wanted to buy a Chelsea Key ring. We went to the same Poster shop but he didn't find his choice and ended up buying another one. I bought a sticker for the back of my bike. I had some work at the computer harware shop but they disappointed me. Whatever I was looking for was not possible to deliver they said.
We headed home at 8.
Blogging has kept me until 11 even though I'm too tired.
See you when I see you.
Until then
Cheers!!!
He came out of office and later Caeser called him. I wanted to meet Caeser, it was quite a long time since we sat for tete a tete. But Suman had a better idea of taking me in. It was very strange to be there again. The construction had changed the door. But entering from back was easier for me as I didn't want to face many people. Though I hadn't spent more than 2 months there as an employee, it was such a home to me. I have always remembered the place after I left and at times regretted for having left what I longed to do always.
Soon Anurag dai appeared. It was nice to see him again with the smile on his face. I could see that he was happy to see me after a long time. It was that place where I had last met him to announce my resignation. I remember opposite to my expectation how flatly he had reacted and left. I cannot say if he ever thought I was important or if he really wanted me to stay. But he did not react, he just took it as I said as though I had told him that earth was round.
But Suman always tells me that they (he and Anurag dai) talk about me more often. And that Anurag dai at times praises my writing and attitude. Be it true or not, I could see that he was happy to see me again. We talked about the corporate quiz that I am taking part in. It is being organized by The Boss. A while later Narayan joined and then Sagar dai (it wasn't planned though). There was our complete Editorial Team (Nilima Didi is on leave). We used to be the Editorial team of The Boss. It was such a great feeling to be there after such a long time to have Reena didi's cup of tea. Later Reena didi came out to say Hello. "Mottayechhau", was what she said. Yes I have grown fat, fatter than ever.
It was around four when I left for ILFCO. Thereafter I had to be at Clean Energy, Sitapaila. On the way at Rabi Bhawan, a huge downpour stopped me. I took shelter at the Bajaj showroom window shopping the bikes. Around twenty minutes when SHE called.
"Are you angry with me?", she asked.
I said no as I wasn't. But I know my yesterday's text was quite harsh on her. I had amended it, but I know she could not skip it from her mind. She said she scored a very good marks in psychology. I congratulated her. Psychology was one of the toughest subjects for me. I was a little surprised that she scored that high on which I could not score more than 2.8. We then talked for a while and the rain stopped.
I again made my way only to reach as far as 200 meters when the rain poured again. I had no choice but to resort inside a shop. It took around half an hour this time to stop. Finally I made it to the bank and then back to office. Phew.. I was tired by then. After staying there for an hour, I headed to meet Sanjay and Madhu. We went to book the hotel for Mashhood and his crew but I could not find rooms for all of them. I will have them booked tomorrow.
Sanjay and I headed towards New Road however we had no idea where we were heading in New Road. Suddenly I remembered that Sanjay wanted to buy a Chelsea Key ring. We went to the same Poster shop but he didn't find his choice and ended up buying another one. I bought a sticker for the back of my bike. I had some work at the computer harware shop but they disappointed me. Whatever I was looking for was not possible to deliver they said.
We headed home at 8.
Blogging has kept me until 11 even though I'm too tired.
See you when I see you.
Until then
Cheers!!!
Monday, August 10, 2009
A new start
It was a brand new day. I had never felt like today before. I was at work with a usual mood - a type B personality with no hurry to finish up things. I don't even rush at deadlines. But Mashhood's call was quite awakening. We have a workshop next week on Monday.
"Don't you think it is too late to send invitations?", asked Mashhood on Skype.
"A week's time to decide must be enough", I defended.
"No", he said. I was choked by his reaction. "You should be sending all those invitations by today and receive confirmation by Wednesday. You should be emailing me all those comprehensive information about the workshop by Wednesday evening. If you are not able to bring in at least 15 banks we won't fly over. We have made the reservations but I'm waiting for your email to confirm the flight. 15 banks I'm telling you as I have always told you".
'As I have always told you? Mashhood was ready to fly over if I managed only 5 appointments for him. Now he is talking about 15 banks at least', I thought to myself but I didn't protest. I already have around 20 different attendees in hand. But I was shaken. Am I getting late already? Do I need to rush? I thought I should. I printed all those personalized invitations which took me more than 4 hours. Rajeshwor Sir had fixed an appointment somewhere. I couldn't say no. I headed with Madhu. But I was all worried about sending the invitations. With the help from Surendra and Chaudhary, I managed to print everything and put into envelop, stick the names of respective invitees on the envelops and pack my bags by 4.
I was to pay my first installment of the bike. I went to Teku and cleared the amount. Then my job started at 4:30. Vibor, Prime, Kist, NIC, DCBL, Jyoti, Sanima, and Ace meaning Tripureshwor, New Road, Hanumanthan, Kamaladi, Kamaladi, Kamaladi, Nagpokhari, and Narayanchour respectively. It was already around six when I thought of stopping.
There's a rumor in the market that the petrol pumps are planning a protest. The fear of having to take two micro buses to work and other two back home took me to the petrol pump to fill the tank. Even when I had half the tank of petrol, I filled it up just to make sure that I won't have to go through hassles in this peak moment of my job.
Suman had called me in the afternoon. He urged me to send an email and then participate in the corporate quiz. I was thinking of meeting him in the evening but I had some other work to do as I met Madhu and Sanjay at the Corner Cafe which has become famous among us three. While waiting for them, I received message from her. It was very confusing so I replied hurriedly and later I thought the reply didn't make her very happy. I tried to amend it through another message later but she didn't reply meaning she must have been feeling bad about it.
At home, as I had promised in my latest post, I opened a new blog - http://nelways.blogspot.com where I will write about issues. I've just filled in one post which I suppose is not very great but I just wanted to get started.
I hope my readers will find it worth reading.
Cheers!!!
"Don't you think it is too late to send invitations?", asked Mashhood on Skype.
"A week's time to decide must be enough", I defended.
"No", he said. I was choked by his reaction. "You should be sending all those invitations by today and receive confirmation by Wednesday. You should be emailing me all those comprehensive information about the workshop by Wednesday evening. If you are not able to bring in at least 15 banks we won't fly over. We have made the reservations but I'm waiting for your email to confirm the flight. 15 banks I'm telling you as I have always told you".
'As I have always told you? Mashhood was ready to fly over if I managed only 5 appointments for him. Now he is talking about 15 banks at least', I thought to myself but I didn't protest. I already have around 20 different attendees in hand. But I was shaken. Am I getting late already? Do I need to rush? I thought I should. I printed all those personalized invitations which took me more than 4 hours. Rajeshwor Sir had fixed an appointment somewhere. I couldn't say no. I headed with Madhu. But I was all worried about sending the invitations. With the help from Surendra and Chaudhary, I managed to print everything and put into envelop, stick the names of respective invitees on the envelops and pack my bags by 4.
I was to pay my first installment of the bike. I went to Teku and cleared the amount. Then my job started at 4:30. Vibor, Prime, Kist, NIC, DCBL, Jyoti, Sanima, and Ace meaning Tripureshwor, New Road, Hanumanthan, Kamaladi, Kamaladi, Kamaladi, Nagpokhari, and Narayanchour respectively. It was already around six when I thought of stopping.
There's a rumor in the market that the petrol pumps are planning a protest. The fear of having to take two micro buses to work and other two back home took me to the petrol pump to fill the tank. Even when I had half the tank of petrol, I filled it up just to make sure that I won't have to go through hassles in this peak moment of my job.
Suman had called me in the afternoon. He urged me to send an email and then participate in the corporate quiz. I was thinking of meeting him in the evening but I had some other work to do as I met Madhu and Sanjay at the Corner Cafe which has become famous among us three. While waiting for them, I received message from her. It was very confusing so I replied hurriedly and later I thought the reply didn't make her very happy. I tried to amend it through another message later but she didn't reply meaning she must have been feeling bad about it.
At home, as I had promised in my latest post, I opened a new blog - http://nelways.blogspot.com where I will write about issues. I've just filled in one post which I suppose is not very great but I just wanted to get started.
I hope my readers will find it worth reading.
Cheers!!!
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