Keys to Open

How strange

is it to have to ask

for keys to

open our own hearts.

To ask someone else

to unlock it,

should the demon

escape from the dungeons.

What fills the heart

is but not a demon,

it is an angel.

Teach him to fly,

perhaps he’ll return to you,

if not, he will be free as

should be.

Teach her to swim,

and she shall conquer

the oceans ahead,

no matter how stormy

the weather.

How strange

is it to have to ask

for keys to

open our own hearts?

Why did I start this Blog?

I don’t quite remember.

While Columbus headed towards the West in search of India and ended up discovering America, I had no clue where I was heading. I knew I wanted to write, now I know better.

Why? How? I know the questions better.

To write. To read. To be read. To learn. To improve. To discover. To explore. To dream. To dare. To face the fear. These have been the refined goals I discovered during the journey.

Sometimes it’s the journey that teaches you a lot about your destination. – Drake

When the frog got to see a world beyond the well, she was awestruck by its magnificence, a little too scared at the same time. Suddenly the boundaries shifted and the sky became bigger to measure in distances, with eagles, hawks, pigeons, sparrows and white metallic creatures called airplanes all sharing the same blue canvas.

Writing has helped me make new friends, expand horizons with older ones, I have met people exclusively because of writing. I said, boldly I want to be a writer in front of five people I’d never seen before at a program, and how they backed me to share my ideas that day has been a big big surprise. (Gave a power boost to my confidence.)

I love the community here. The people behind these work of art have become my inspiration; people juggling with life, education, family, finances and managing to type a few lines everyday. I somehow landed on Blogging University and now here I am considering three concrete goals for my blog.

Three goals for my blog:

Learn, Learn and Learn

A forever goal.

Write more interesting articles and research more

It takes sweat to create interesting works. And tedious days of churning and writing, rewriting, writing, thinking, reading. I will focus more on topics that interest me and try to find more about them. I already have a few topics at the back of my head. Let’s see how they turn out to be.

Consistent Features

I’d like to be more consistent with #PawMgmt, where cats (my pets) and management (my major) come together here at my blog. I also plan to continue the Book Quote series (which has been dormant for a long long time.) Likewise, a mini fiction series too (smells like hardwork!).

I had a story to tell. I have many many more. I know you do too.


Til’ the next post! With hopes that I will be able to stick to my goals!

An amateur writer full of hope and dreams,

Alfa

 

 

 

 

30 Minutes of Traveling: Stories from the Streets of Kathmandu #3

1993: 2003

1993

Rushing to college, every morning Monday through Friday, walking fast towards the slightly moving bus at Patan Dhoka. The closer I get, the faster it moves. Finally the conductor makes this unique bang at the door and sends signal to the driver to stop.
I get on the bus, no signs of seat so I stand holding on to the top metal bar with approximately six inches of gap with people next to me.I try my best not to be sandwiched between the crowd during the stop-motion jerk. Somehow the conductor manages to slither through the crowd. I hear the clickety-clack noise coming from the coins. The conductor’s hand is full of coins and ticket. He is moving his hand in a unique way to produce that noise which is a signal to pay the fare.

I tell him, ‘Not right now, let me find a seat or I will pay you when I get off.’

2003

On my way to my first job, Mundelein Bus stop, Chicago, IL. I get to the bus stop 10 minutes early, the bus arrives with the display of routes in the front. Automatic door opens, I get on the bus with no struggle. After climbing two steps, I exchange greetings with the driver while I slide a dollar bill into the machine next to the driver’s seat.
Then in an air conditioned bus, I see the privileged handicapped seating. I walked little further and get a seat near the window. I admire the view outside while I hear the automatic announcement of next stop.

Memories went flooding back 10 years, Oh where is the clickety- clack music and the Big Bang signal on the door? Where is that stop-motion jerk that alerted me from being sandwiched? Oh it’s only in my memories now. My stop arrives and I pull the string above my seat which signals the driver to stop. I get off the bus.

What a transition of transportation!

-Sarana Shrestha Parajuli


एकजना आमाले भन्नु भयो- “बाबु, यस्तो च्यातेको पाइन्ट किन लगा’को?”

अनि खलासी दाईको गुनासो- “मैले यो च्यातेको पाइन्ट लाउँदा ट्यापे भन्छन्,यहि पाइन्ट केटीले लायो भने हट भन्छन्। केटा हुन नि सार्‍है गार्‍हो छ।”

-Rojina Shrestha


Bhada Vs. Bhada

A curious little girl along with her father got inside the bus. They sat behind me. Her innocence stole my heart. She became a reason for my smile. Her fascination towards the things happening around left me dumbstruck. She gazed around and bombarded her farther with questions. She sang all the rhymes her teacher had taught her. Her mother tried hard to make her daughter stop talking, to keep her little girl from being the center of attention. But the girl didn’t fail to clear all her doubts.

As their stop arrived the conductor asked her farther for money ‘Bhada’(bus fare).

She immediately said, ‘Baba bhada ta kotha ma huncha yo dai lae kina mangi ra ko?

As they got down her farther answered her question and handed over the bus fare. The little girl proved to be different from all of us inside. She ignited enthusiasm to keep learning.

-Sefali Agrawal


Ladies and Gentlemen! It’s 31st May and the last chapters for 30 Minutes of Traveling (for now of course!) has arrived. Gratitude, gratitude and more gratitude towards everyone who read, followed and put their time to write and share their travel stories. 

I hope you enjoyed reading, reflected your good and bad times on the road inside the people packed buses. May be you got lucky with the window seat, may be you offered your seat for the elderly, and may be sometimes felt like the tuna inside the sandwich! 

They are but memories now, once the moment goes by, even after a fraction of time. 

Till then keep traveling, keep living, keep giving, keep writing, keep sharing the stories ignited inside the flames of your hearts!

Alfa