Month: January 2015

NEPAL KINA BANENA?

नेपाल किन बनेन?

“नेपाल किन बनेन?” भन्ने विषयमा कान्तिपुर दैनिकले सात-आठ महिनाअघि एउटा बहस सुरु गरेको थियो। त्यो अभियान लगभग एक महिनासम्म चल्यो जसमा देशभरिका विभिन्न दर्जाका आम जनताले आफ्नो वक्तव्य राखे। प्राय अभिलेख राजनीतिक दृष्टिकोणबाट प्रभावकारी बनाइएको थियो। नेपाली जनसमुदायमा एउटा फरक तरिकाले तहल्का मचाएको थियो, त्यो अभियानले। किनभने नेपालीहरु सोच्न बाध्य भए कि खासमा नेपाल किन बन्न सकेन त अहिलेसम्म भनेर ? 
आज मपनि यस ब्लोगबाट माथिको विषयमा केहि प्रकाश पार्ने अठोट गर्नेछु। अझ अस्ति संविधानसभामा रचिएको ताण्डव नृत्यले त झनै मलाई यो लेख लेख्न उत्साहित गरेको छ। 
सुरुवात गरौ हाम्रा सभासदहरुको अमानवीय हर्कतबाट जसले आज विश्वका केहि दैनिक पत्रिकाहरुमा पहिलो पृष्ठमै आफ्ना बाँदर चरित्र छाप्न मजबुर गरिदिए।  सो हर्कत गर्नु अगाडि एक पल पनि सोचेनन् कि यसले संसारभरि छरिएर बसेका नेपाली दिदीभाईलाई कत्तिको असर पारयो भनेर। कत्तिको लाज सहनु परयो भनेर। सायद त्यहि लाजको कारणले होला हिजो र आज प्रायको सामाजिक संजालमा राजनीतिप्रति आक्रोश पोखिराखेका थिए। यसलाई म सामान्य हिसाबले लिने गरेको छु। तर जनतालाई त्यसरी रिस उठाएकोमा म कदापि ति पापीदुष्टहरुलाई क्षमा गर्ने  वाला छैन। यो मेरो सायद भीष्मप्रतिज्ञा सम्झे पनि हुन्छ। 
संविधान बन्न नदिने हो भने खुरुक्क लागेर सभासद पदबाट निस्के हुन्छ। कुर्सी फाल्नु पशु सरह हो।
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घटनापछि मेरो साथी परमार्थले आफ्नो तितो मन्तव्य यसरी  दियो-“हिजोसम्म गौतम बुद्ध नेपालमा जन्मेको भन्दै गर्व गरेर हिँड्थे तर अहिले मान्छेको रूपमा कुकुरहरु जन्मिने देशमा बुद्ध जन्मेको भन्दै कसरी गर्व गरेर हिडौ म?” यसले वर्तमान परिस्थितिको सहि ढंगले चित्रण गरेको छ। अहिले त म आफैलाई पनि धिक्कार लागिरहेको छ यस्ता पशुहरुलाई चुनावमा जिताएर। के म त्यस्तो तरिकाले कुर्सी फालाफाल गरौला र? अवश्य नाइँ ! भनेपछि त मैले मेरो प्रतिनिधि नै पठाएको छैन भनेर ठोकुवा गर्न सक्ने भए नि त।  सक्दिन र?
वास्तवमा भन्ने हो भने नेपाल पौराणिक सोचका आधारमा र आफ्नो व्यक्तिगत स्वार्थको लागि लागिपरेको कारणले नै पछि परेको हो। वा बन्न नसकेको हो।  जुनसुकै समस्याको जरानै यहि नै हो भन्नेमा म विश्वस्त छु। हामीले समयअनुसार आफ्नो सोचाई नबद्लिन जुन प्रयास गरेका छौ त्यो एकदमै मुर्ख कुरा हो। जुन व्यक्ति समय संगसंगै आफ्नो सोच बदल्न सक्दैन त्यसले कसरी उन्नतिको बाटो पर्खिन सक्छ? समयको मागअनुसार रणनीति बदल्न सक्दैन भने त्यसले कसरी विकासको वासना सुघ्न सक्छ? अझ हरेक कार्यक्रमको प्रमुख अथिति बन्दाखेरिको भाषण पुरानै शैलीमा गए कसरी देशको स्तरोन्नति भएको सपना विपनामा परिणत गर्न सक्छ? कुनै हिसाबले पनि बन्ने छैन यसरी हाम्रो देश! 

नेपालमा हामीले विकासको गति आकासिएको देख्नलाई सानैदेखि सोचाई परिवर्तन गरिरहनुपर्छ भन्ने छाप बसाल्नु  जरूरी छ। आजकल हामी अरु देशको नक्कल गर्नमा अग्रसर भएपनि विकासको नक्कल गर्न पछि परेका छौ। यसमा हाम्रो संकीर्ण सोचाई प्रमुख कारणमा पर्छ। कुनै काम गर्न खोज्यो कसैले आफ्नो स्वार्थ देखेर त्यसलाई रोकिहाल्छ। केही लागेन भने खेलौना बन्दुक देखाएर भए पनि धम्की  दिन्छ। अनि हामी भर्खर सङ्क्रमणकालबाट मुक्त भएका नेपाली जनता त्यसै नै तर्सिने भएनौ त नि? अनि कहाँ नेपाल बन्छ त?

हामीले एक अर्कालाई सहयोग गरे मात्र देश उन्नतितिर लम्किन सक्छ। रिस गरे कहिँ प्रगतिको किरण देख्न सकिन्छ? आफ्नो छिमेकीले घर बनाउन खोज्यो भने वा व्यापार गर्न खोज्यो भने हामी किन अंश माग्न लागिरहन्छौ? त्यसबाट फाइदा लिन खोज्नु त भ्रष्टाचार हो, अरु केहि होइन। बल्लबल्ल कुनै राष्ट्रिय गौरवको आयोजनाले निरन्तर पाइरहेको छ भने त्यसमा आफ्नो फाइदा हेरेर किन विरोध गर्ने मुर्खहरुले? ल ठिक छ, यदि विरोध गरेर आफ्नो माग ढिलो भंए पनि पुरा नै हुन्छ भने किन त्यतिको समयमा नेपाल सरकारलाई दोषी ठहराउदै जान्छौ ? किन लोडसेडिंगको प्रसङ्ग घन्टौपिच्छे कोट्याईरहन्छौ? आन्दोलन गरेर बन्द गरेर जनतालाई पेल्न खोज्नु भन्दा किन संविधानसभाभवन भित्रै एकले अर्कालाई पेलेर जनतालाई राखेको प्रतिज्ञा पुरा गर्दैनौ?

हेर्नुस, यदि तपाई नेपाल बन्न खोजेको देख्न चाहनुहुन्छ भने तुरुन्तै समय अनुसार सोच बदल्ने क्षमता विकसित गर्नुह्वस। अरुहरुको रिस र डाह गर्ने बानी छोडिहाल्नुह्वस। नेपालमा यदि आइतबार नङ काट्न हुदैन, सोमबार लुगा किन्नु हुदैन, मंगलबार किनेको सामान उपभोग गर्नु हुदैन, बुधबार घातबार भनेर यात्रा गर्नु हुदैन, शुक्रबार कपाल काट्नु हुदैन अनि शनिबार आफ्नो घरबाट छुटिनु हुदैन भन्ने सोचलाई निरन्तरता दिने हो भने माथिको बहस हामीपछिको चार-पाँच पुस्तासम्म पनि त्यहिँ नै हुनेछ। जुन हामी सोच्न समेत सक्दैनौ। 

भनेपछि यसको समाधान के? समाधान जेसुकै भएपनि यदि हामी पछिको पुस्तामा नेपाल किन बनेन भन्ने  विषय उठ्यो भने हामीले ढिलो गरिसकेका रहेछौ भन्ने सोचे काफी हुनेछ। अनि अरु सबै तिरबाट वाहवाह पाएको ठाउको  सट्टामा तिनीहरुको आँखाको कसिंगर हुनेछौ। के यो तपाइलाई पच्ला?   

MY 50TH POST, THANK YOU READERS!

And there goes a post that is tagged 50th! Phew. When I started writing blog posts, it was to make the best of my leisure time that I had after taking a gap year from my studies. I had no other intentions. It all changed when I was volunteering at Nepal Mother Foundation, wherein I met Sagar dai, the organization’s co-founder. I had met Sagar dai in a workshop that I had attended four years ago and it was my second meeting with him. Now, the thing is, with little acts of volunteering, I had less to gain experience from. But, voila, I was enthralled at the way Sagar dai’s personal blog was receiving views from all over the world. And it made me think, “Maybe I could do the same, but in an amusing way.”
The rest is history. I have reached a fiftieth post milestone, a feat that I never thought would reach. Because for me, most of my viewers are limited to people who know me from my Alma mater and my families. Maybe it is the reason why, to garner more audience, I experiment some of the topics to suit the needs of Budhanilkantha School memories for they tend to increase the blog views on my website. For example, my recent post titled “This is why you miss BNKS!” garnered more than 200 views as compared to other posts which haven’t managed to hit even the fifty mark.
I am exultant and motivated than ever because writing continuously requires motivation and love that readers such as you have continuously shared by taking a fraction of your Facebook browsing time to read a budding blogger’s post. The overwhelming pageviews that I receive from regular readers, and pertaining to geographical regions around the world shape the way I present my blogs. The amount of likes and comments that you post in Facebook further strengthens the credibility that my blog has established in your social circle. I am delighted with the way you guys have treated my blog so far and I request you to continue bookmarking my blog’s website on your browser.
A snapshot of my blog: Thanks for the 4933 views and counting!
With this feat, I hereby announce that there will, at least, be two blog posts per week and the frequency will increase depending on the pageviews that each one receives. 
Once again, I would like to thank, from the core of my heart, for all the deeds that you guys have done in my journey so far, and I wish to be blessed with more support in the days to come. Just a request though. Kindly share your experiences in reading my blog’s articles and suggest, if any, improvements or feedbacks that I would love to enjoy reading and implementing at the same time. It doesn’t have to sound flattering! Feel free just like these guys have done. Happy reading (and commenting right in this website, but not limited to my Facebook status only).
While I was writing this, on the TV, a Downtown Abbey commercial was going on. And the voice over read “Stunning”, “Addictive” among many such short, concise words, and I had a feeling to follow the same method and note down words like “Innovative”, “Creative” and “Intelligent”, and let it be. But Manasbi calls that vague and I seriously cannot imagine why.

When Manasbi first talked about blog-writing, my imagination couldn’t walk past sports and books. Knowing him, all I could think of as topics or themes for him were Arsenal FC, football and Dan Brown. And he has constantly surprised from the moment he sent me the link to his first blog post. Even today when he said he wanted a celebratory 50th post, I was surprised (I hadn’t thought I’d live to see the day).

The language may not be the best you’ll ever encounter but the writing sure is. Simple day to day topics and themes that give an insight into a Nepali life. And he never runs out of ideas. I still remember him telling me that he would dedicate his blog to writing non-fictional accounts but as you can see he is now breaking the barrier. He has already started a serialization of his very own crime thriller (I hope it’s a crime thriller; it does seem like one, judging by the looks).

Anyways, reading Gunning… is like living a typical Nepal life in the shoes of a teenager desperate to make his contribution to the society. In the most personal of topics such as tidiness and entropy or perhaps even his high school days, readers can find a space to relate to, and Manasbi manages that quite impressively. Notwithstanding the few technical errors along the way (which is by the way very common among anyone who wishes to write), I can actually believe that Gunning… could go a long way. Issues that I’d like to see now: Arts. More travel. And feature writings that show your research. 

So, in the end, no matter how ‘vague’ it may seem, I’ll try to be concise as I can:

“Admirable”
“Impressively expressive”
“Well-crafted and planned”
“Despite minor glitches, full of brilliant promise”
“Intelligent… will make you wonder a lot many things about Nepal”
“Addictive”

                                                                                                           -Ashish Dhakal Upadhyay

I love your posts in general because you write about things you are truly passionate about. Your interests and concerns for those topics reflect in your writing. And that makes me enjoy more. It feels like Im getting to know the thought process of a living, moving, thoughtful teenager. If I had to pick one post, it would be the entropy one where you wrote about how you dislike misplaced stuffs and you like everything being in order, in your control. Your range of posts is already very impressive. But you might start stepping into new zones. Why do you think Nepal is lagging behind? Or current politics in Nepal? Why people should visit Pokhara? If they do, what do you highly recommend doing? Basically anything except football will be entertained by me.

                                                                                                                                -Rajnish Yadav

Your blog is interesting and slick , it can gravitate readers with creative digests.

                                                                                                                                -Sarthak Mishra 

As a follower of your blog, one of the best articles was about the Black Gate diaries because it really connected with my experience. I can tell what else goes on there and can literally visualize everything that you have written. Your blog has also acted as my source of inspiration after you posted “Be a sports fan” because it inspired me to start my own blog. I wished I could write on similar things as you did, but I went on a different approach.

                                                                                                                           -Animesh Kunwar 

Nice work indeed Manasbi.. Over time you have developed the art of writing flawlessly.. Keep going bro..!! I look forward to more and more posts from you..

                                                                                                                          -Sajal Mani Dhital

I thoroughly enjoyed the posts that relates directly to my real life and you seem to have done an incredible job to really encapsulate the nostalgia associated with BNKS. I wished that I had got the opportunity to study there right from a small age. Also, one of the posts that you had published right after I came back from the USA really moved me as it talked about the priceless experience of being a Nepali. In addition, your posts tend to cover a wide demography. And, as a final note, the posts seem to be different and impressive every single time.

                                                                                                                                  -Sandhya Giri

I have not gone through all fifty of your blog entries but for the ones that I have been fortunate to peruse through, I can say the quality was good bordering on very good. From skimming through the titles, you have discussed topics that are pretty much diverse, ranging from club loyalty to national politics, which, if I am correct to assume, resonate well with people of our age. I must commend your dedication to writing so many and about so much, congratulations on your golden jubilee! As for my best blog or rather blogs, it would be your writing about BNKS, perhaps motivated by Alma mater love or simply memories. I really do like the things about missing school, what we did in school years, even the story! For the story, to be honest I thought the prologue lacked what I would call personal touch but you made up for that by the second entry(I thought it was great, gaining moment!). Again, well done on coming so far, keep up your writing!

                                                                                                                      -Dikendra Jung Karki

I have been a great fan of your blog since its first publication. I find your writing so well crafted, the words so meticulously employed that at a point I too got inspired to write a blog of my own. You have always been such a hardworker and your effort and determination is undoubtedly reflected in your writing. You show symptoms of a strong prolific writer who can pen down issues ranging from sports to life experiences. Keep gunning, Manasbi. I am expecting to be thrilled by many other exciting articles and your unique perspectives.

                                                                                                                     -Sunil Lamichhane

Your blog is damn good. The articles on BNKS nostalgia and Federer are some of the articles that I have bookmarked. As for the ones associated to football, it would have been more interesting to read if you were a Liverpool fan (laughs) ! I would definitely want you to pen a post on our Rara 2 days in BNKS.

                                                                                                             -Rashik Bhattarai

I really like the fun part of your blogs (even the whole design of your blog page, from the main title to subtitles) – makes me want to read more. 

                                                                                                                           -Chandra Bhandari

 “अन्त्यमा सबैजनालाई मुरीमुरी धन्यवाद छ अहिलेसम्म मेरो ब्लग दिनहुँ आफ्नो केहि अमुल्य समय छुट्याई पढिदिएकोमा। यस्तै हौसला आगामी दिनहरुमा पनि दिनुहुन्छ भन्ने आशा छ।”

NEPALKO KANOON DAIBALE JANOON

I welcome you to the legendary tale of Nepal. A country where rules are meant not to be broken but gets broken anyway. That’s because hardly anyone realizes there was a rule lurking in its vicinity until the denizen gets questioned by authorities. And to your knowledge, it is a shame that the authority I am referring to doesn’t even have the faintest idea why the denizen is being punished! 

That doesn’t mean that we are very lenient. We have rules and regulations governing every aspects of the society. And when matters really get worse, there are police officers committed to bringing justice.

Contrary to the popular belief, it’s just that we fail to get charmed by those regulations. For example, once the Home Ministry of Nepal, Mr. Bam Dev Gautam, was found violating the traffic rule as he publicly came out of his vehicle in the middle of the road, walked to the divider and slowly stepped on the other side of the road by crossing over the divider. He wasn’t in any zebra crossing. Now, the point here is, at a time when the traffic police were imposing strict regulations to curb the accidents in the valley, how could they not punish the Home Minister for similar offenses that would grant the public a Rs.500 fine? The answer, my folks, is that, here, rules do not imply to the Big folks–those lucky people who can easily get away from the punishment by staring at those officials and giving a The Rock look, as if to convey that ‘Hey, I did that! Any questions? Good, I wasn’t expecting any.” As simple as that.
The news says it all! Photo Credit: Naya Patrika

I am not trying to bring out the big fish analogy but, instead, am shedding some light on the fallacies of our nation’s policies that have crippled our development agendas. Everywhere you look at, there are examples as clear as day to justify the aforementioned claim. The citizens have been shrouded in a mist of lies in order for the authorities to deliberately accuse them of being ignorant to country’s rules and regulations. 

Although we claim to be democratic, our actions speak otherwise. The rules don’t affect the drivers of our nation. We can’t yell out that they are drunk and steering in the wrong direction. That is the way it is. Our safest bet is not to get on the car at all. Because if we do get caught in the accident, it will be too late to report the traffic policeman that the driver was drunk. By that time, we would be convicted of hallucinating in broad daylight as the driver tends to be the traffic policeman’s best friend. The rules don’t affect the doers but affect the passengers.

It is why I find some truth in the adage ‘Nepalko kanoon daibale janoon’ (Only god knows the real rules of Nepal.) Rules must be equal for everyone and the punishment as candid as ever. We shouldn’t be afraid of imposing strict regulations to our gods even if it means getting banished from the territory. That’s all I can argue about. So let us bring in some rules where we can say, “All right. Let’s see who gets punished no matter the honorable post they are elected to!”

THIS IS WHY YOU MISS BNKS!

All right. If you are reading this, then you must be tempted to discover what the reason really is. Hang on tight as the show’s getting started and the reasons begin to unravel in front of your own eyes. Ok, ok. It appears that I am being too melodramatic, but that is just the obvious example to our emotions skyrocketing when we bring up the topic of our Alma mater. I thought about it deep enough and this is what struck me the most: We had spent a large chunk of our childhood away from home and in that moment, were blessed to call it home again. Now, we don’t forget our homes, do we?

I spent nearly a decade decoding the role Budhanilkantha played in nourishing my traits and turning me into a BNKSian. It was my family away from home. The warm reception I received from my Guide Brother, 264 Rajat, when it was raining like heaven was crying to welcome the new batch desperately, made it more captivating and alluring to be a part of the most respected institution in the nation. The first thing that proved my stupidity was when I asked for Rajat dai’s surname, because that was what I was accustomed to since I was born. 


“Bhai, we don’t use surnames to call others,” Rajat dai’s reply left me dumbfounded. 

Later, I checked my batch mates‘ names on the notice board and found not even a single one’s surname. I never knew most of my friend’s surnames until we were registering for the SLC. That was what stayed on our conscience for the rest of our lives to never ask for surnames for they never justified our works and were just a fragment of imagination we delved deep into. Even now, I find it tempting to ask for a stranger’s name only and stop him when he utters his surname’s initial. 

“Look, I don’t need it!” The stranger is in dilemma to the question I imposed. That is the BNKS effect and a reason to miss its teaching.

The other most compelling reason to miss our Alma mater is the respect policy that we have developed among BNKSians. For example, there is no way I wouldn’t add ‘dai’ and ‘bhai’ after every senior’s name and junior’s name respectively. That is what I would like to call the BNKS CODE. It strictly states that you ought to call your senior with ‘dai’ placed after their names and no other hanky-panky stuff. Did anybody ever teach me that besides BNKS? I don’t think so. In addition, the respect that others deserve compel us to maintain the discipline and make us an active listener because we wouldn’t want to get yelled at ruthlessly. 

However I put my reasons forth, it becomes more clearer and clearer that the memories we had with every classrooms, black gates, fellow peers, teachers, administrative staff, the datings in milan chowk, the eve teaching, reckless stuffs such as fighting to reserve last bench and first bench, the middle pitch, the cricket ball that spun unscientifically to claim your first ever wicket, the random paper games that you played in your leisure, the illegal importing of foods once you were back from holidays, the brown carpet that you at least once walked to collect your first ever academic achievement, the merits and demerits, the first apology letter for staying in the sun for so long, breaking the tube lights/window panes, giving a damn to study time just so that you could wait for a chance to copy your best footballer’s goal scoring celebration, the romantic gestures that you shared with the girls three tables to your right/left, the first crushes that you never confided to, the rejections that you instantly were awarded with, the make-it-as-it-appears-in-detergent-commercials cleanliness during house checkups, the gaffes that you share literally with anyone coming in contact with you, the mocking that you enjoy when the teacher’s favourite team played against your favourite team and lost, the pain that you bear when you played hide and seek in the dorm, and every other memories that didn’t make my list tend to echo a story so gripping and captivating that it is hard to put down our alumni books if we ever read one. 

Pictures Fade, Memories Don’t: On the last day of our normal classes of BNKS, the 3000D took their time to make the
most out of Silver Jubilee Park!
Everything that you observe on your return to the school becomes a story to talk about for a whole day! Each and every school artifice, the trees that sit alongside the pitched roads, the monkey ladder, the painting that sits outside Principal’s Office, every one of it has its own story to convey to your inner mischievous childhood. Whenever we meet any teachers, we tend to share the moment when they yelled at us, that made us who we are. It is just as we make of it. 

The corridors speak of the time when you had fights with your friend, the ventilators of the time five years back when you broke the glass with a cricket ball, the tree outside the English department remind you of the dominance that the boys of your batch had only for it to be toppled down by the girls of the next year’s batch, the graffiti you see in the toilets speak of the time when you made a fun out of it, the cultural programmes refresh you of your naughty self when you went rampant dancing as a girl in the school’s girl’s all time hit song ‘Paani Mitho’. The dates also evoke some memories deep from your inner self. For example, I remember Feb 14, 2007 as one when it snowed in Kathmandu Valley after 60 years, whereas Feb 14, 2013 is legendarily remembered for the prank that 3000 D shared when more than 30 love letters were shared between boys and girls without the other party knowing anything. 


A tribute made by 3067 Sarthak to the memories that 3000 D shared in BNKS
The list just goes on and on as I dig out the reasons to persuade you to missing BNKS so much. I can tell you only this; the memories that we connect with every material in the school has its own story connected with us, and as we all were in a growing phase they became an integral part of our lives no matter the circumstances we were led into. The moments were cherished and every now and then, just because the time is so fleeting, we regret not being gifted to revisit the best time of our lives whenever we could. Instead, we just sit in front of our laptops and type our own versions of why we miss it so^infinity much. But one thing is certain, every one of your piece will end up with this note:

ONCE A BNKSIAN, ALWAYS A BNKSIAN!

CHAPTER ONE: THE TIME TRAVELLER

“आज भोलि के भयो, के भयो 
  कसले कसले हो ..SS  मेरी नक्कलीलाई kidnap …”
‘That was a horrible dream. How on earth could I just let the kidnapping incident modify Nepathya‘s song?’
Ever since the message I received from DK, I was having a hard time figuring out a way to travel into my zoned-out universe. Now, it seems that there will never be a way to rescue Nakkali and tell her how I felt about her.
I curse DK! 
 
“Dkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk”, I yell in my study room that is located in the urban suburbs of Pokhara. 
“What happened, mate? Did you have a bad dream or something? Every time you doze off at your table when you study, you just yell out and disturb our neighboring cubicle mates. The consequence of which is that we have to maintain the harmony without your involvement,” DK sighed. 
“Huh, where am I?”
 
I looked around and to my surprise, I found myself going back 17 years to the day when I was reading The Time Traveller’s Wife. It sounded paradoxical to the situation I was left in. I knew this room more than any other. The shelves that hung in the walls and my Japanese and Freemasonry names marked on my bookshelf brought back memories. The smile that radiated from Bibek and DK. I stood from my chair and hesitatingly gazed out from the windows. The tranquil radiance that I got from the garden outside my cubicle soothed my nerves and compelled me to search hints for DK’s whereabouts. 
BC24: The shelves, the windows, the chairs, DK and my right hand.  Everything time travelled!
“DK, if you were ever to kidnap a girl, where would you keep her?”, I questioned DK in hopes of leaking some information to his dark side.
“What has gotten into you, Daniel? I would never do such a ridiculous thing!” DK left out slamming the BC24 door open.
“It’s just an ‘if’!” I tried to amend the situation I had blatantly created.
My question brought out tears in his eyes as I had deliberately questioned the credibility to our friendship.
“You shouldn’t have asked that,” Bibek said in a low voice. 
I felt ashamed of myself and opened my locker to grab a bottle of water. On the right hand side of the locker, there was the answer. 
Eintein’s proof of E=mc2. 

‘This is it. The only thing left is to find him.’
                                                                                  * * *
“Is this ’67? I have some unfinished business to settle with him,” I told the man on the receiver about my intentions.

“No, neva known a man with tha’ number. Who is this?”, an old husky voice replied.

“Daniel,” I replied.

“Daniel Who?” 

“Just an old friend of yours. Now, open the door!”

The man on the inside opened the highly classed door that he himself had developed and patented for $6 million. In his thirties and wearing his usual attire of a lab coat and a shabby dress-up, he looked up to check if anyone else had accompanied me. 

“You don’t need to point that gun at me, Dane. I know the reason you came to visit me. Come on in.”

“You haven’t changed, have you Sarthak?”