Plain Bitching
Ok! It’s a bitching time, I guess, I’m bitter for no reason. I’ve come to loath Nepali youths that come to the US in loads. Not everyone, but most of them. Fucking, they just hop into the plane and land here with no clue. Yes, foreign land and culture can be intimidating, but for GOD sake, do some reading before coming here. There is something called Atlas, look into the map where you are going, learn something about the climate, demographics, crime rate etc. etc of the place that you intend to go.
Most of them feel cheated, when they land up in the middle of some corn field somewhere in the Mid West among the cows and hillbillies who have never seen any colored people. They are equally surprised to see you suddenly in their town out of nowhere, as you are to see them. And you go about introducing yourself form the land of Mt. Everest, which no one gives a shit. All they worry is if you have found Jesus. And your general conclusion is that all whites are dumb, just because they don’t know about your pride—Mt. Everest. I don’t blame these kids too. For most of us, we are the first one to come here, unlike the well to do Nepalis, who already had someone here to give them sound advice.
As much as there is a lack of homework from our youth, American Center in Nepal is equally culpable. Fuckers are paid to help the students who want to study in the US. And the employees act as if they are the CEOs of some multi national corp. Someone should tell them they are just fucking clerks, who just happen to speak English with accent, and meticulously dressed, children of some well to do families. They are unapproachable and very intimidating for our youth, so they heed the advice of their friends instead; as a result most of them end up in some corn field or in some badest meanest cities, where recently a Nepali youth was shot dead.
If you are Nepali, please, don’t speak to me in English, and please not with an accent. ‘Dude’ and ‘awesome’ don’t make your English any better. I usually make an effort to go and talk to Nepali whenever/wherever I see them. At least reciprocate the courtesy, a smile will suffice, fucking you don’t have to be a snub. For that you might be a prince/princess back home, I don’t give a shit. Especially for women, they act all liberated and empowered by what I don’t know, but its all pretension. Approach them, and your assertiveness would construed as your intention to take them to bed. God save Nepali nari in pardesh.
Worst are the children born here, parents are confused, children are even more. I hate going to homes with toddlers, fucking they are unruly; I always have this urge to smash them against the wall. For god sake, don’t speak to your kids in English, they will learn that anyway in school. ‘Aisyosh, Gaisyosh, Khaiyosh’ is not Nepali, that’s fucking your feudal pride.
I like this country for one reason at least for the immigrants, it’s a great flatners, and playing field is leveled. No matter if you are a prince or a pauper, you start from the scratch. If you are a Rana Sahib or a commoner from Humla, you need to slug your ass. Ass it is after all, it has no class, unlike ‘aisyosh, gaiyosh’ ass.
Great Bithchin’ Gols!!!
You forgot to blame hollywood movies that gives these kids the impression that America is like Manhattan, tall skyscrappers everywhere. Maybe, somebody needs to be a “Big Brother” and show them the ropes ( not me cause I made a noose outta that rope).
For the parents who speak Angrezi to their kids might be due to their own insecurities, that’s what I think ( and I am proven wrong many times).
What’s your take on DV-wallahs??? DV is nothing but modern day slavery if you ask me.
Anyway, enjoyed your blog thoroughly.
“I always have this urge to smash them ALL against the wall”…this line sums it all for me.
Awesome read dude
nice posting!
Couldn’t agree more with you.
“I always have this urge to smash them ALL against the wall”. I feel that way about most people. LOL
ha ha … gali pani mitho garnu hunchha yar … gali khaye pani suni rau jasto lagne …
~pakhe
on retrospect, this post was a little snobish, i apologize, for everyone’s dream is same: to get a better life, but everyone may not have the same means to acheive it, i should’ve known better.
dukulanthak
yep! most of the credit goes to hollywood movies…regarding DV, i’don’t see it as a slavery, i see it as an opportunity. yes, most of the DV holder land up doing menial job, but look at the brighter side, you’ve your hope intact that someday your children is going to do better, your dream may or may not materialize, but more important is the HOPE, which is non-existent in Nepal for lower/middle class.
i’m happy for them, but one thing for sure they are funny people (may be in another blog on why they are funny.)
Basanta
Thanks!
mainyacha
chu dayau? :D, now that’s an anti-social behavior, beware! but yours in moderation since you feel so with only ‘most’ of the people, but i do for ‘all’ of them ‘all’ the time…hehehe…
visited your blog, and it made me hungry.
paakhe
ke garnu, ma pare sarai metho manche, rasbari jastai…def leopard sums it all, ‘pour some sugar on me from my head to my knee’
Maitreyjyu,
Kusto angry? Baaf rey! Felt like I was watching a violent movie, samshing kids on the wall and what not for heaven’s sake, which is priceless. LOL
On the contrary, it’s always pleasure to go through your posts. Keep them coming Golay.
Gols, I donno why I was late to read this post.
Anyways, you, I guess, you hit the bull’s eye!
Very intellectual–flavoured with anarchy vintage you–this post of yours is.
You missed a cliche that most of the Nepalis.
Buddha!
For them (err…..us), apparently there are only to things. Mt Everest and Buddha.
eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
I missed a W.
Try to change the world- u’ll always be aching… n bitching….
Rather try n change ur attitude- u’ll be in peace with yourself and with the world…forever..
The blog nearly stabbed on me , when i realized i was amidst the corn-fields. And then i rationalized ” i aint complaining ” . LOL
Good read there!