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| khimu |
Posted
on 25-Nov-03 11:00 AM
It was August 1999, when i left Nepal, right after my ninteenth b-day. The night before i said goodbye to my relatives and my firedns. Even knowing that i am very attached to my home, for some reason i was not scared. I did wanted to leave, and i did wanted to be independent.
the next morning my parenst took me to the airport. It was beautiful outside. We came inside the airport. We went to the counter and picked up the ticket. The ticket to obsecurity. The time came to say goodbye to my dad and my mom. We huged for about five munites. My heart trembled, but just a bit. I walked up to the passport controler, the huge glass was separating us. A tall and thick glass wall between my future and me. Whats the reason for traveing? What is my reason? I asked myself. Then the first thought came to my mind , and i said,"collage"/ And here i was behind the glass wall. Sitting there i felt like i was trapped in a cage. I felt like little bird thats separating from a mother. Like a bird thats going to fly free. Then i looked up and saw my mother standing there and saying something, but i couldn't hear anything. I couldn't read her facial epression. Was she sad or happy? Was she crying? It was a last time i seen her. I felt an incredible strong connection between us and i didn't fell alone. Maybe just a little bit lost.
Finally, I got on the plane. The strwardess was giving us safty instruction, but i didn't hear a word she said. My mind was somewhere else. The plane took off. Here i was sitting and thinking about my parents and my little sister. It hit me suddenlly, i am leaving going far away. It was a diagram showing how far i was from Nepal. Suddenly i broke down in tears; I didn't know where i was going. As I sat there glancing out the window, Into the night fell asleep. I wake up next morning, and there I was in the land of dreams America. I walked off the plane and got scared. I had never seen so many people in my entire life. Then i got worried. What if nobody came to pick me up? O walked outside. It was gorgeous and the world seemed so colorful. Sun was shining. It was the first time in my life I ever saw "Palm Tree". The tree was so tall and it looked poertful to me.
There were bunch of people standing and holding of paper with people's name. I felt relieved, then I saw the oriented gurl holding my name. I walked over to her and said "HELLO" my name is khimu (Actually real name). Her name was "Marlina". She was about 4'9; she had beautiful long, dark hair and green eyes. It was something about her that made me feel uncomfortable or maybe it was just me. I am shy meething new people for the first time. I had a hard time understanding her and she did too. It was an awkward silence in the car, all the way to my new family house. Finally, we arrrived. Everything seemed so alien to me . I spent my first night on the phonecrying to my parents.
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| khimu |
Posted
on 25-Nov-03 11:08 AM
I felt lost and disconnected. I liked the things the way were. I llike living with my parents and now everything suddenly has changed. My parents were very suppurtive to me . My dad said, "This is the price we all pay for freedom and independence" (In Nepali).
When i arrived to collage two days latter. I didn't know what to expect. And i wandered. Was i going to fit in? Would i make friends? The first couple of months were hell. I was homesick and i felt exhausted communicating and studying english. But i did found the strenght and independence in me, and then i look back i am proud of myself. I had to learn how to do loundry, manage money, and other things. I also learned that i have a strong relationship with my family. Being able to adjust to these new things. Made me more mature, strong, responsible and who i am today.
peace of mind
khimu
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| dogz |
Posted
on 25-Nov-03 11:30 AM
Laast touching story ni hou !! Aashu dhara dhara aayo yaar mero ta !!
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| buzz |
Posted
on 25-Nov-03 11:31 AM
khimu,
how are your feelings now? have they changed from the day you cried on the plane? do you feel the same about your parents, country? do you feel like going back to nepal, do you still miss home? do you think you have learned to live an independent life?
I have to ask all these questions, because your piece referred to 1999, and I was hoping to get the answers by the time I finished reading your writing..
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| GurL_Interrupted |
Posted
on 25-Nov-03 11:40 AM
Very thoughtFuL piece Khimu! Glad, u were able to let go a part of ur life to explore & challange the world on ur own! All of us r in the same boat, rn't we? :-) Keep it up!
Btw, where is ur jodi Raju these days? :-)! He seems albiet silent! I wonder what that silence means ;-) :=D! Jus kidding! *sigh*
Happy thanks giving everyone :-)! Hasta manyana!
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| Recon |
Posted
on 25-Nov-03 12:11 PM
Khimbu,
Thats happens to everyone for few days..But now must be enjoying huh? Going to clubs every nights?
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| khimu |
Posted
on 25-Nov-03 02:53 PM
sure!
I am dying to go back to Nepal, but i can't live with my parents.1/2 month is different i 'll be happy stay with my parents but i can't live, like i used to, you know.
Now i am ok, buzz. Drug, sex and roc N roll man! what can i say. These things are part of my life, haina bare!
Hey, GI Raju ko ni ?
timiharu ko pani kahani sunau na ta.
peace of mind
khimu
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| Doctor Bee |
Posted
on 25-Nov-03 04:27 PM
Aww...that touched my heart.
Doctor Bee
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| isolated freak |
Posted
on 26-Nov-03 06:54 AM
Yet another excellent and brilliant piece by Khimu, the master of narratives. However, I smell some plagarism in this one. Khimu bro knowingly or unknowingly made a factual error: There is no direct flight from Kathmandu to the US. Therefore, his statement that: I slept on the flight and the next morning I was in the US seems to be coming from somewhere else. One has to either spend a night or couple of hours either in Singapore, Bangkok or Kualalampur before boarding on a direct flight to the US of A (note: these flights also stop for refueling mostly in Korea).
"Suddenly i broke down in tears; I didn't know where i was going. As I sat there glancing out the window, Into the night fell asleep. I wake up next morning, and there I was in the land of dreams America. I walked off the plane and got scared."
Again, keep on writing and be careful of the factual errors. Its always a pleasure reading your excellent down to earth narratives.
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| ugly duckling |
Posted
on 26-Nov-03 07:24 AM
Like Khimu, I am sure there are thousands of souls who felt torn apart when they first stepped on this soil. Then, we slowly adjust with America ko jhilimili. The strands of memories connecting us back to Nepal gets thinner and thinner. But, there are certain occassions when I miss family, home and nepal more than other times, specially during holidays. Not that I was raised to eat turkey and mashed potatoes on the 4th thursday of November. Maybe because I know everybody around me are driving 8 hours to be with their family or flying 1000 miles to be with someone they care. And I, on the other hand, will be going to my apartment, heating the leftovers from yesterday, and eating my supper in front of the old tv.
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| zIon |
Posted
on 26-Nov-03 08:23 AM
After inquiring about my prospective university I got a package in my mail. The brochure had all these alluring pictures - beautiful girls lying under the trees on those fluffy grass, the "furnished" dorms with bunk beds, TV in one corner and a PC on the other etc.. Somewhere in the middle was a picture of the University stadium with around 108000 people cheering for thier mighty Vols. Wow! I thought, bigger than our dear Dasharath Rangashala. Later I found out that that only happens six days a year - during home games. What was I thinking? Those brochures are deceiving (or is it just marketing!?!).
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| khimu |
Posted
on 26-Nov-03 09:34 AM
actually, i changed my first plane in Doha and second in London.
Theres lot to write but i don't wan to; Natari bhane whole SAJHA BASHI runchha.
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