My wife loves Facebook. I don’t. My wife gets all the news from her Facebook links while I think most of the news links you click from Facebook pages are fake ones. Yes, that’s the only thing on which I agree with Trump but, of course, the Orange Man doesn’t like the mainstream media except a few that support his way of thinking.
If you are invited to a wedding party, barta bandha, or other social functions, you don’t have to worry much about what gift to give to the guy who has come of age or the girl who is getting married to a fruit or the person who is finally getting married to another person with all the 32 great qualities present in a human being
I love winter because you get to wear thermals, sweaters, and jackets. People think you have put on weight and compliment you on your good looks. Yes, we are Nepalis. If you look a little overweight or chubby then you are healthy and doing good and if you look a little underweight or just normal then you must either be sick or worried about the next big earthquake.
I have been married for almost four years now and whenever there is a high school reunion my friends ask me if I am enjoying my married life or if I still long for the 'Single and Mingle' days! I think it's not only me but all married guys face the same question from our 'single' friends.
It seems that everyone wants to make movies in this town. Yes, Chakka Panja made a lot of money and the second one did bumper business as well but that doesn’t mean everyone will make money in the movie industry.
I don’t really like attending weddings because all that women seem to do at these functions is show off their ‘golden’ stuff and expensive saris. I tell my wife that it is better to wear fake jewelries rather than breaking one’s neck (and the bank in the process) with tons of gold. And what’s the deal with saris and lehengas costing not just a few thousand rupees but more than half a lakh these days? Why do most women buy new saris every few months? And because of Facebook, you can’t be caught wearing the same sari at another wedding even if it’s after a few years because you will have pictures of the previous party wearing the same stuff somewhere out there.
My wife is a big fan of yoga. For her, Ram Dev Baba can never be wrong. I tell her that yoga is a good thing but I would prefer walking. I seek help from Google Baba to show my wife the benefits of walking. Albert Einstein used to go for walks daily. She tells me I am no Einstein. Let me tell you this, my wife has the right retort for everything.
I have been married for three and half years now and whenever my wife and I attend weddings, bartabandas and other social ceremonies, our relatives hover around us and begin their interrogation session regarding when we plan to have a child and make them all proud. Before I got married, the same relatives would follow me around during family gatherings and ask me when I would get married. Now that I am married, they still keep on harassing me and now my wife as well with their ‘baby’ remarks and queries.
We expected Loot-2 to be the biggest Nepali movie ever but I guess Haku Kaley and his friends were not as funny as the Chakka Panja folks. Well, it’s definitely hard to make a sequel and although Nischal Basnet did try and made tons of money at the Nepali box office, the movie failed to meet the expectations of his fans. Let’s hope Loot-3 will be the baddest and Haku Kaley can finally rule this country with his schemes.
I was at a café the other day hanging out with my high school friends. It had been almost a decade since we had gotten together to talk about our good old school days. The café was filled with tourists. I showed up early and, for the next hour, none of my high school friends showed up. Yes, most of us do function according to Nepali time and showing up an hour or two late for any scheduled program seems to be the norm in our society.
When you are a kid, birthdays are special because you look forward to receiving gifts from your parents, siblings, and relatives. You invite your friends to celebrate the big day with you. And you don’t want any girls from your class to join in the fun because you only want your male buddies to celebrate the big day with you. And they all gather around you, waiting for the big moment when you finally cut the cake and give a piece to all your friends.
You don’t need to go to the Middle East to experience their dust storm. Just visit our Ring Road area, especially Balkhu or Gwarko, and take a selfie and post it on Facebook telling the rest of the world that you are enjoying one of those dust storms. Nobody needs to know you are not somewhere in the Middle East.
It’s ironic that we have to wait for a day every year to celebrate the achievement of women. When we look at our mothers, wives and sisters, we are amazed by their multi-tasking skills. My mother is a great cook and so is yours. You can go to the best Thakali restaurant in the city but their food can never beat the dal bhat and tarkari your mother makes.
When I was a teenager, Valentine’s Day was all about buying a single red rose, a big card from Archies and a packet of Dairy Milk chocolate and asking one of smartest six-year-old in the neighborhood to give your gift to your crush. After receiving the gift, the lady of your dreams would throw away the rose, tear up the card but would take the chocolate. Then she would look around to figure out who the stalker was and, after finding no one, would loudly curse as she went home.