31 March, 2012

Just a little incomplete

After dinner with a friend; at the Station
At David Brown's farm, Old Saybrook: beautiful place to be. 

It's been exactly ten days that I've been here in New York and it has been an amazing ten days for me. There were so many people to meet, so many years of catching up to do, so many places to go to, tons of stores to visit, things to buy. Slowly and steadily my list of things to do is being ticked off and as the objectives are being accomplished I'm starting feel more and more distant from home. It was a rather strange feeling for me. Since the day I left home, since the day I bid goodbye to Nepal I did not feel a flick of sadness or emotional burst of tears fall down my eyes. I was merrily waving back at the people back home not knowing when I'd see them the next time. When I landed in America, I was so engrossed in meeting friends and family and scheduling my time with them, I never had the time to miss home. I felt a little numb. Today all that changed.
After having dinner with three of my school friends at Jackson Height we walked down to one of the stores (I had to buy some calling cards to call home). I was talking over the phone and unconsciously I asked the storekeeper in Nepali how much. And suddenly I missed conversing in Nepali. This encounter concluded in my head when I was going back home afterwards. It was a long way back, 45 mins or more. A lot of time for me to think. I wanted to talk in Nepali, sing a Nepali song, crack obvious Nepali jokes and laugh over it. I realized how much of a Nepali I had become in the last couple of years. I realized how badly I missed my Nepali friends; hanging out with them and talking je pai tei kura with then, acting all silly in our own Nepali ways. Aah! I miss home, I miss Nepal.

(This post was written while I was in the subway, on my way back home. It was a momentary train of thought. I don't mean to sound very depressing with this post but this is what I want to post for now. There are more to share and upload, I'm only waiting for a bevy of photos from my friend back home and for some quality time to cater to you. So please bear with me at the moment.)

Lhaphing all the way

I was at Delhi few weeks ago and I indulged a little too much in spicy Tibetan delicacy, Laphing. They were sold at the allies of Majnu ka Tila (MT)where I stayed. The place I always chose to eat, the lady I think starts off from late morning and by early evening she's sold all of her Laphing. The place is always packed with people and the small space and the limited tiny chairs makes it look all the more crowded. And also since it's flanked at one side of the ally, you just can't resist chewing a bowl (or two). Not that the taste was the greatest I've tasted but I ate only to remember home and get the feel of Boudha but it's quite difficult to get the feeling. There is no comparison! The Lhaphing found around Boudha, which I've grown devouring, is unlike any Lhaping anywhere. Maybe my tastebuds have adapted to the taste and people who've grown eating the ones at MT would like to differ to my opinions. But for the moment, I made do with what I was offered and how far my hands could reach. I loved it anyways! 
MT, that's the place where almost every Tibetan reside and whoever makes a visit to Delhi, MT is the place to stay at; there is no other place as an option other than MT. For a fact, MT is Delhi and Delhi is MT for us Tibetans you see. 

Modernised Lhaphing, very Sushi-ish. Chop, Chop, Chop!
Bowl it! 

The traditional style
We get them in loafs but in MT she had them flat and straightened it on the board to chop them.
It's incomplete without the spice. You can ask for as much as you want. 
If you like it dry without the sauce.
She calls it The 'wet' Lhaphing. I chose both that day. 
Done and over with! 

08 March, 2012

older but wiser

During Dolkaa's birthday, Acha Lhamo crowning me the birthday girl's tiara.


Birthdays are always exciting especially because it involves cakes, candles and gifts. This holds true mostly in two cases: when it's someone else's birthday or you're not too old to hold a knife and face a bunch of people singing happy birthday to you with their slow motion clapping hands. I still do get excited about my birthday but the excitement lessens as the years pass by, as the candles on the cake adds on., as I can no longer afford to devour on cakes like a careless little kid and as I get less and less gifts because people tend to think a girl like me does not need gifts (is it because holding a job they think I can get whatever  I want and there's possibly nothing I'd want on my birthday? I don't know, I still don't know, haha).Not that I'm depressed about the increasing age, that's not a problem for me at all. I do think about it at times, with my friends and cousins but deep inside, I know that I've learnt so much everyday. I've always utilised my time in the best way possible. It's a different thing that I won't be graduating at the appropriate age and that I've missed many years of collegehood when I was younger. But hey, I've come out of my comfort zone and explored my prospective career and stretched my arms as wide as I can and come this far. All of which I wouldn't have done/known if I had spent most of my time sitting on a chair, with a book in front of me and a teacher teaching me how to go about things. I see and know many a people who grow older yet maturity still doesn't hit their brains. Clinging onto petty issues, whining and complaining about tiny matters. Many girls tend to see aging as a problem and even whine about their monthly cycle but that's not me. That's what makes us different from the ones who're immature and naive, that's what makes us women and not men, right? But some tend to not grow up but only grow old. I must've been naive when I was younger but never immature. By far, for the past few years I think I've gained the maximum amount of knowledge, wisdom and experience I've gained in my life. On a professional level, I've worked with the best team, the worst bosses, the sliest of colleagues, the most impossible people, the sweetest of writers, the most understanding boss, the funniest of people, the lazy bums and the most hardworking and the most quite co-workers. On a personal level, I've met many people; many with whom I can talk about anything under the sun, some with whom I can act like the silliest person he/she could ever meet and still not judge on me, few with whom I share a telepathic bond and one with whom I see a future. Because of all this, I know that I've got nothing to regret. I've held onto every single opportunity life threw at me and gave it my best shot and I'm content. 

I don't know what the future holds for me this year but with how the year has started I anticipate something to look forward to; something that could change the course of my life, what I've been waiting for all this while, all these years of perseverance and determination. Ahhh... so much seriousness.
(Though very late in posting) My birthday is on the 19th of December and I celebrated the day last year with my very good friends. It's always hard to manage your time during times like these when you want to be with everybody you care about and especially when you want to give your full attention to every single one of them. I have diverse groups of friends and every group is unique in their own ways. It helped that that day was a bandh. The day was spent with my friends from my hometown and we had another trailblazing day to remember. Whenever I go through the photos from that day, it never fails to bring tears in my eyes of laughing too hard for too long. We had a huge cake fight at Saturday Cafe and that was the second cake fight I've had so far on my birthday. 2011's is the most memorable one till date. There was Dolkaa, Acha (sis) Lhamo, Sagar, Dorjee and Tsering. Tsering bought the cake for me but left before the real deal could start. You missed all the fun, Tsering. By the way, my friend Tsering is currently travelling around India and I can't keep track of the places he's going these past few months and the interesting part is that he and a bunch of his friends have started this non-profit organization called Believers a couple of years ago and they're doing pretty good. To know more, go to their Facebook page and try and help them in whatever ways you can. Spread the goodness around, it'll do you good. 

That's not me!
Lunch at Garden Kitchen. I won't forget the dinner I had there on 2nd March =)

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