it was an interesting day for me to begin though i felt tortured by the narrowness of
my homely environment ;please don't misunderstand me, its just the psychic effect of the
mind.but however i made up my mind to do something different like going for expedition
around the patan durbar square .....don't be surprised, i mean
finding out new and interesting facts encroached in the history of patan .firstly
i had intended to collect some old Nepalese coins for keeping as a keepsake.
so here i started my solo journey :
patan durbar is about half an hour away by foot from Sanepa, where i live.
the weather was quite fine as it wasn't raining the then, however the sun's heat was intolerable to bear in that month of august. so i carried an umbrella with me.i began walking.as i was walking , i got often haunted by the terrible nightmares
like phantoms of sad emotions.my heart was still heavy and felt unpleasant.
the main motive of my journey was to get rid of those annoying feelings that
was eating me from inside ; i often overeat or sometimes wander far-off place from
home when the situations turn its back against me, its really frustrating.i went to
mangalbazar at first to buy three plastics small sized pots to plant some indoor plants.
then i was swayed to patan durbar square by my thoughts to buy some old
coins.it wasn't easy to find the exact related shop.however ,with the help of a
shopkeeper, i was able to locate the shop in a typical newar community,on the way
to the banglamukhi temple. but the irony is that even after such a hard effort to
find the shop,it was closed! then i returned to the durbar square again hoping to find
the other coin-collectors.and i did too.in front of the ambiance restaurant,there are a
number of stalls where varieties of old Nepali accessories like the glass of old
spectacles,shaligrams of both lord Shiva and Vishnu, old coins dated back almost 60\70
yrs, necklaces,and other valuable assets.then i proceeded to one of the stalls where a
man of almost 70yrs stood-by.he looked rough and there was a evergreen frown on
his old winkled face.at first i asked him to show me the old Nepalese coins
and so he did. but when i started to look at the coins thoroughly to select the
suitable ones of suitable prices,he started to get violent and i couldn't understand
why.so i just kept my concentrations upon the coins.if i had enough money,i would
have all of them but my budget was limited and they had labelled the price of
the coins very high,i mean very high.the man suddenly drove me away from his stall.
at first i was perplexed and didn't know how should i react to the situation .but
when i heard his heart -rending words i couldn't control my anger and i burst into a
peaceful discussion.he remarked we Nepali as penniless who aren't meant for such
thing! how he say so being a Nepali himself? has he lost his pride for the sake
of few dollars?! he resembled my grand father's age,so i didn't think descent to
have a quarrel with him.but still, i felt the cyclones and thunders playing in my
mind and heart.my anger grew up so much until i decided to pour it out through
literature. he was the meanest person i have ever known.just after i had left the
stall, there came two foreigners.now the man had made his face like a lovely house
cat curling around its master to get food! this scene irritated me even more.i don't
understand why people value dollars more than the brotherhood.the stall-keeper resembled
like an unfair persecutor to me.of course, tourists are our guests and we should respect
them .we all believe in 'atithi devo vawa' but that doesn't mean we should hate
our brothers and sisters.
i had already reached the gate of my home when i realized small rain drops falling on
me .i had been pondering about the incident all the way long that i didn't notice
how fast i reached home.i can never forget that incident,never.it will persist as
permanent impression in my mind.
