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Etiquette of Drinking - Pratichya Dulal |
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 I have lost track of
times I have advised my friend on the
etiquette of drinking. I do not mean to
say I have the best etiquette but I have
had very little drinking casualties in
comparison to her. Which I believe gives
me the right to suggest her on how to
and how not to drink.
My friend doesn't like the taste of the
alcohol be it wine, sherry, whisky, rum,
gin or even vodka. Champagne is beyond
our budget. So to avoid the ritual of
having to taste the 'damn thing' as she
likes to put it she swallows the entire
glass in at once and she doesn't stop
drinking until she is in quite a state.
When she gets into that state we have to
forget about our still full glass and
start looking after her.
She does listen to me when I tell her to
take it slowly, a small sip at a time
and savor the taste. But as soon as she
gets a glass in her hand everything gets
past her head until she is knocked out.
Her problem is that is pretends that she
likes to drink To top it all more often
than not she ends up drinking in an
empty stomach. Though she does like the
idea of getting booze but she over does
it and gets knocked out.
Naturally the effect of her heavy
drinking effects last on to the next
day. Only for her to claim she cannot
understand how she drank such an awful
tasting stuff in the first place. Our
latest get together was a similar
incident with our evening ending short
due to her drinking bouts.
The next day I spent an entire afternoon
telling her that drinking is an art.
That she could certainly do with the
saying slow and steady wins the race.
With her nodding her head in agreement.
But I know she will heed to my advice
only as long as her hang over lasts.
Next time she finds herself with a glass
of drink in her hand she is will go
about her way and the day after I still
give her the tips on art of drinking.
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Reviving old memories – Pratichya Dulal |
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 I haven't read a romantic novel in ages. There was a time when I read nothing but romantic books. Where the hero was this tall dark handsome well to do guy and the lady a beautiful girl in trouble. Despite all their differences they end up falling in love. We would buy these books and exchange among our circles. There was this unspoken competition among us to finish the book first. Usually we bought these books at Ekta Book House in Thapathali, where we would go to buy most of our course books as well. The chief reason we ended up buying these Mills and Boon (MB) books were because they cost comparatively less. As I was shorting my bookrack yesterday I came upon some of these books and an incident flashed back. My sister and I had gone to buy a few note-books in a bookstall near our house. Once there we found out this shop too had selling our favourite MBs. We chose a few from the rack but decided to take only one when we did not agree on the price. The shopkeeper reasoned with us to buy all the books we had initially selected. One of his reason was-' I have no doubt whatsoever that you will benefit from these books.' What a laugh we had then. Benefiting from the knowledge gained by a romantic book was indeed hilarious. After all these years, I want to read a romantic book again but more than that I want to desperately believe in the happily ever after theme of those books.
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Summer queue – Pratichya Dulal |
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 A thought bubbles inside my head and dies instantly, or should I say dries instantly. As usual, summer heat playing its role. Summer wave is playing havoc at the moment. I have a pile of work to complete and the pile keeps on compiling while I am under the lazy summer spell. Intense heat has converted the lazy me into very lazy me. I feel sleepy most of the time and the only thing that manages to keep my off sleep is the book. I have been sweating constantly and every time I look at the sun my eyes lids close of their own accord, I fell sleepy without a pillow under my head. I am worried that the soft drinks and ice cream I have consumed to beat off the heat has left its mark on my waste line and yet the summer shows no sign of leaving.
Added to all this is the trauma of having to queue up for the fuel of my scooter for hours on hot days. Where the line gets longer with every passing second and the noise produced by all these vehicle is unbearable. Among all this roaring and blowing of horns I can feel myself loosing my cool. These motorcyclist make the matter worst, when, they break the line and try to fit in every small gap. Which eventually leads to a power struggle and in between all this my scooter gets scratched. Worst than the scratch is the angry when neither a frown nor verbal complains brings the word sorry from the culprit.
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State of mind - Pratichya Dulal |
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 Amazing
is the feeling of happiness and well
being I feel. Don't get me wrong these
ain't new feelings I have suddenly
realized but it’s just that the feeling
of happiness, well being and ease with
the world is so much more deeper now
that it almost frightens me.
Oh yes there exists this dreadful fear
too. Fear born out of failure to write
off the uncertainty of the future. The
fear is keen on swallowing up my
happiness. As it keeps on telling me at
every possible moment that this
happiness won’t last simply because it's
too good to be true.
And of course many a times I find myself
grinning from ear to ear. Not being able
to concentrate on the things people
around me are talking about no matter
how interesting it is simply because its
got noting do with the thoughts on my
mind. I also find myself more humble
than I was ever before. Hehehehehehehe
Suddenly there is this profound pleasure
in dressing up. Standing in front of the
mirror for hours, choosing dress after
dress. This isn't to say the idea of
dressing up was dreaded before. Trying
to come up with a different hairstyle
everyday, albeit unsuccessfully. And of
course remembering not to leave the
house without putting on Kohl.
These things mattered before too. But
the level of consciousness is more now.
Seeing to it that the eyebrows and the
upper lips is tended to on time. But
this is not all. Somehow seeing one's
image reflected in the mirror is not
enough. Of course the mirror doesn't
lie. But spending hours trying to look
one's best and finally managing to come
up with some what satisfying result is
not enough if the day goes without those
pair of eyes failing to.
I don't know if others feel the same
way. This feeling of restlessness,
anxiety about future. The profound
pleasure with the present. The day
dreams that light up the face and
attract everyone's attention only to
leave you blushing to your toes leaving
you with next to impossible task of
coming with an excuse to explain the
situation Do you know why?
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