I just can’t.

Daily Prompt asked:

 Never Again Have you ever gone to a new place or tried a new experience and thought to yourself, “I’m never doing that again!” Tell us about it.

This one took place in Pokhara.

We were 6 of us from Kathmandu – Me, my 4 friends and my old ex. Pokhara was calling us that summer because we had been invited to become a part of 2nd International Gaijatra Pride Festival (the Nepali version of International Day Against Homophobia) that was going to take place at the Lake Side.

So what spoiled the vacation?

I had never been out of valley without my parents before and coming to Pokhara with just my friends was my ticket to everything that was shown in the Telly. I wanted my 3 days to be the best days of my life with my friends.

On the evening before our journey back to Kathmandu, we decided to go for a scooty ride on hire. My ex had his relative somewhere and he kept on insisting we all go for dinner there. We all had to agree. But halfway through the ride, we all realized he was lost- kept turning this road and that. PLUS, he was riding the bike at such a speed that my friends lost their way to us.

After walking in the rally the whole day, I was getting tired and really angry. I couldn’t see my friends. My ex didn’t want to listen to any of us. It was a disaster. I wanted to cry.

On returning to the hotel after much persuasion, everyone had a heated argument. Nobody was willing to listen to another. Finally, we realized we all were hungry so we decided to take a stroll in the lights of Pokhara for the last time.  After pizza for dinner, friends got drinks and snacks. We returned to the hotel and soon, everyone started drinking.

I never drink but one thing I hate about drinking is when people get drunk. Everyone got drunk. One was snoring in the corner. Another one was singing some lullaby. Two friends were laughing crazy about something. And my ex thought this was time to get physical.

I couldn’t believe it. I had never been with anyone before. I didn’t wanted all the touching and stuff this soon. I hadn’t come to Pokhara to make his night. We got into a lot of heated argument after he attempted to get physical with me. He banged the door on my face that night.

A lot of re-thinking and realization took place inside my head. I broke off with my ex on very ugly terms- so ugly that even if one of us were to die tomorrow in front of one another, we wouldn’t care a bit.

But to this day, whenever friends propose for a night out, all these reel in front of my eyes and I refuse. There is bound to be clash of minds. I just can’t.

MuLberry Maiya ^_^

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On a Habit or Two..

Daily Prompt asked:

Quirk of Habit Which quirky habit annoys you the most, and what quirky habit do you love — in yourself, or others.

Staying glued on you cell phone while you are with your friend(s) is something that annoys the shit out of me. I mean, here I am, leaving everything else just so I can see your face and hear your voice and maybe gossip a little and all you freaking do is give me some “monosyllabic answer” while your eyes, fingers and attention are all focused on your stupid phone. I just hate this habit.

Another habit I hate is when people leave mud and shoe marks on your legs while travelling in public transportation. That’s just so irritating. I know buses are jam packed but I can try to be extra careful too. My black pant is all soiled and dusty instantly after travelling on a bus.  It gets worse when people’s shoes are stuck with mud water.

Another habit that I hate is when mothers and aunties are having a conversation and they can’t help but compare me with my cousins and you know, all the why not and this and that. It brings my morals down. I really hate it. I don’t say much, but you all talking like this shit is what makes me shut off everyone.

I love it when people don’t just stand and say ‘oh you’ve done nothing’ but instead, they try to include you in it and make you a part of their work or anything. I just love this nature of people.

I love the outgoing and easy way of people. It makes me not look like a scarecrow among people. I am not the kind of people who can warm up easily. Tug my hand. Take me with you. Introduce me to your friends. Ask me how I am feeling. If you don’t smile and say Hie to me, I’m sorry but I’m already dead in this party.

And I absolutely love Daily Prompt’s nature of challenging us to write ANYTHING while leading us a path of self discovery of knowing our own likes and dislikes while we lay on our backs.

MuLberry Maiya ^_^

Chaos on the Beach

Daily Prompt asked:

Sudden Shifts You’re at the beach with some friends and/or family, enjoying the sun, nibbling on some watermelon. All of a sudden, within seconds, the weather shifts and hail starts descending from the sky. Write a post about what happens next.

The noise is so loud in the beach, it would be impossible to know if it’s a scream, or is it the wave or is it just the sea wind.

Chaos on the beach!

The hails starts to strike us like bullets. People screaming and running.. children crying.. It’s making me dizzy.

The hails are hitting us everywhere. Life guards are scattered trying to collect everyone in a safe place. They are using a loudspeaker to direct the mass of scared people.

I am breathing hard and I am trying to clear my glasses off the rain. I don’t know where anyone I know is. I hold my head and I try to remember with who I came to the beach with this morning.

MOTHER. I move my head around. She’s not here. Her knees are not very strong. Where can she be hanging or lying down on? I feel my cell phone in my shorts. I grab the towel and I head off towards the wave.

It’s getting dark and cold. Drenched in rain and bruised by hail, I frantically search for my mother. The noise and the chaos is thickening. I run around and I cannot see her.

So I listen to sounds. I listen for my name.

As I am nearing to a shelter to ask about my mother, I hear a familiar voice shrieking sound. I look around and I saw a woman jumping and holding on to an old man’s arm. Apparently, she seems to have stepped on a star fish.

I laugh so hard at the wincing of the old man. I shout at my mother and run to her with all my energy.

We stuck together and we watched the sandy beach turn to an ice-skate field. The waves were roaring with might. The hailstorm was disappearing but the cold increased. It wasn’t safe to stay at the beach.

MuLberry Maiya ^_^

Rainy Day Woes

I can take anything but Cold weather and Rainy Day. And that is what exactly happened.

# I’m halfway through my breakfast at 05:20 am and this is the view I shoot to increase my hatred of winter morning and rain.

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# I’m on my way to Bus-Stop. This is my hasty attempt to capture a street light on a wet street. It’s already 05:41 and I need to be at the stop by 05:50 am.

 

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# This is what a normal winter 07:20 am class looks like without rain. Today I was coiled in a ball in my seat. No coming out, No opening windows.

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# One of the many reasons why I absolutely dislike rain. I’m a mess by the time I come home at 11.

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# Attempt to warm up with another cup of Evening Tea at 05:00 pm. I failed in catching the steam. Please ignore everything else.

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# One final check of weather before I sleep and breathe a sigh of relief as weather might just be a tiny bit warmer tonight.

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As you must have probably guessed, I am not a very big fan of rain. I am the kind of person who gets wet in rain- I don’t enjoy rain at all. The hardest part of the rainy day is to walk on the street. The very thought of shoes squelching in the water and getting partially drenched in rain just disgusts the shit out of me. #justbeinghonest

MuLberry Maiya ^_^

M is for MuLberry

Daily Prompt asked:

Say Your Name   Write about your first name: Are you named after someone or something? Are there any stories or associations attached to it? If you had the choice, would you rename yourself?

I was fascinated to the name MuLberry the minute my Science class introduced me to it on the 8th Grade. The fascination to such a pretty name was painted with different hues of pinks, reds and purple when I saw it for the first time in an Agro Festival organized that year in Kathmandu. I along with 50 other 8th Graders were introduced to Herbarium Cards, Silkworm, Leaves and the process of extracting silk out of the poor little creature. Our Science Teacher was explaining how ‘Silkworm feeds on Leaves to make silk’. Our 8th Grade excitement squealed with disgust and excitement to see live silkworm devouring leaves in a large aquarium shaped box.

“But what are those leaves, Ma’am?” asked one of us.

“Those are MuLberry Leaves” the teacher replied.

MuLberry, then, was my love at first sound.

MuLberry Maiya ^_^

I’m just an over-eater

Daily Prompt asked:

Live to Eat Some people eat to live, while others live to eat. What about you? How far would you travel for the best meal of your life?

Well… in my house, I’m the mouse that steals all the food from the fridge. I am usually shy about how I eat in front of everyone and so you will hear people say why I eat so less. But little do they know that once everyone has shifted to the next room, I dip my fingers in the bowl quietly and lick it clean after stuffing a mouthful of that delicious meal. Not even a paw left behind for proof.

PC: sp.yimg.com

I eat to live like every normal human being does, but ‘craving’ is what makes me look like I live to eat. I cannot stop eating. I mean, even if I had just eaten my dinner, my hands can still snake it’s way to the leftovers quickly and quietly. I wish I could stop this. It’s not like I am still hungry, but this impulse is so strong. May be I need to find a job.

As far as travelling for the best meal is concerned, I haven’t traveled very far in life. But I do miss cheese Focaccia I had in Johannesburg. It was heaven found in a foreign land. But a Nepali will never say no to a good Thakali Thaali 😉

PC: kellysiewcooks.com

MuLberry Maiya ^_^

Reading about the Angry Vagina

Daily Prompt asked:

Second Time Around Tell us about a book you can read again and again without getting bored — what is it that speaks to you?

I came across Eve Ensler for the first time when I was a 1st year student doing Bachelors study. Of course she wasn’t written and spread around the place. She wasn’t heard about around me. I had came across her accidentally. I was searching ‘books for girls’ on internet one lazy afternoon and that was when I had come across Ensler. Amazon had made a small review about ‘The Vagina Monologues‘ and plenty of people had a lot to say about her book.

I was initially shocked about what the title was bearing. It was openly saying about a female reproductive organ that was such a private and intimate matter. Of course every female has it, what about it? It all changed when ‘The Vagina Monologues‘ and ‘I am an Emotional Creature‘ landed in my hands. I read it once and I couldn’t believe what I was reading. So I read one chapter. I stopped to breathe for sometime. I slept on the book for quite some nights and it was long before I returned to those books again.

The Vagina Monologues‘ opened so much about well.. the Vagina. One woman made it the job of her life to listen to vagina stories of countless women and put it in a book so that one women’s experience and be an eye opener for another women. The book contained so many things related to vagina- a body part so intimate and deep- we’d forget it was even there. It contains Vagina Facts and most non-imagined questions like.. “If you Vagina could speak, what would it say?” or “If your Vagina could wear something, what would it wear?”. Quite Thought Provoking you see.

I’m coming back to the monologues again– more frequently than ever. This is because I had auditioned and I got selected to be one of the storyteller of this year’s The Vagina Monologues V-DAY 2016 Kathmandu Edition that will be taking place on March 4th, 5th and 6th. And in order to do my best, I have been participating in Group Sessions that take place every Saturday for 2 hours from 10 am to 12 pm. For 2 hours, I leave my shame, my fear behind the office doors and I look forward to a free, open and mouth-opening revelations during conversations with 14 other young, smart and passionate women.

We watch videos, we talk about standards separated for women in our society, the problems we’ve faced and how it is okay to fart and still be a women. The whole session has been  very interesting for me because I am not someone who has talked about, thought about such intimate issue. I realized we have so much say. We do not want to be confined under Social decorum. We are as much human.

And the most important part is that this book is not just about some female reproductive organ to women, it is for both male and female so that they can understand and respect what goes through a female body and mind. I think men need it too- we love you sweetie and we want you to understand us in whole and with all our parts.

But I still cannot believe I got my awkward ass in on such a huge event.

MuLberry Maiya ^_^