Another hour of talking and smoking and we finally reached Daman. Maybe I can't appreciate natural beauty (someone call Dr. Sigmund Frooti!) or something wrong with my head, but I didn't find anything interesting once we got there.
I hear this place is packing when there is snow. We waited for another hour and finally the rest of the gang showed up! Finally, we got our 'Bhaley'... daal bhaat and raksi and what not!
Another hour spent cracking jokes and my ass was numb like hell. I have never been on a bike for longer than 20 minutes but three hours and you feel like your ass is going to fall off! I wonder how the ladies do it when they go on so-called long drive with their BFs!
Then our 'smart' friends started playing the 'What's behind the name' game! According to one hip-hop lover, Daman is actually 'Da Man' ... we had one Bollywood-inspired guy who said, "Daman means to give or help the poor or something like that '... I don't know if that's true but who the @#$! cares!
It was my turn and being a fool , I just blurted out , "Daman means ... uh... uh.. to exploit, discriminate... it means to repress or something like that?" and all of the happy bikers looked at me as if I was a card-carrying member of the Maobadi Party! What do u expect from a guy who scored 35 in his SLC 'Nepali' exam?
And our friendly 'gal' just rolled her eyes and gave me that look, 'You are stupid, aren't u?' and I just agreed with her telepathically. And then I cracked a joke. I thought it was funny but I forgot we had ladies around!
I guess no more listening to Sean Paul ... and there goes my dream of ever singing to her 'shake dat booty... turn it round and round' while she demonstrates it physically!
I don't know what's the deal with 'local' masu and gau ko daal bhaat! For me, a daal bhaat is a daal bhaat ... I must get my tongue checked. KTM's pollution has blocked my nose forever and now it must be playing tricks with my taste buds as well.
After taking pictures of ... I don't know bato ghato, dada kada and jhyang bhanjhyang...we decided to head back home! Another 3+ hours... and this time, no guff-suff only small talk like, "Jaado Bhayo?" as if she was going to give me her jacket, "Euta Churot Salkau na". From a potential date... I was now just another man Friday!
She dropped me off ... we bid farewell telepathically ... again! Got home, took a quick shower and went straight to bed. I would rather attempt to climb Mt. Everest (even if it means I may not come back alive!) but I am never going to go on a bike tour, short or long.... going to Thamel from Lalitpur is long-distance for me and I won't feel like a tractor ran over my ass!
I hear this place is packing when there is snow. We waited for another hour and finally the rest of the gang showed up! Finally, we got our 'Bhaley'... daal bhaat and raksi and what not!
Another hour spent cracking jokes and my ass was numb like hell. I have never been on a bike for longer than 20 minutes but three hours and you feel like your ass is going to fall off! I wonder how the ladies do it when they go on so-called long drive with their BFs!
Then our 'smart' friends started playing the 'What's behind the name' game! According to one hip-hop lover, Daman is actually 'Da Man' ... we had one Bollywood-inspired guy who said, "Daman means to give or help the poor or something like that '... I don't know if that's true but who the @#$! cares!
It was my turn and being a fool , I just blurted out , "Daman means ... uh... uh.. to exploit, discriminate... it means to repress or something like that?" and all of the happy bikers looked at me as if I was a card-carrying member of the Maobadi Party! What do u expect from a guy who scored 35 in his SLC 'Nepali' exam?
And our friendly 'gal' just rolled her eyes and gave me that look, 'You are stupid, aren't u?' and I just agreed with her telepathically. And then I cracked a joke. I thought it was funny but I forgot we had ladies around!
I guess no more listening to Sean Paul ... and there goes my dream of ever singing to her 'shake dat booty... turn it round and round' while she demonstrates it physically!
I don't know what's the deal with 'local' masu and gau ko daal bhaat! For me, a daal bhaat is a daal bhaat ... I must get my tongue checked. KTM's pollution has blocked my nose forever and now it must be playing tricks with my taste buds as well.
After taking pictures of ... I don't know bato ghato, dada kada and jhyang bhanjhyang...we decided to head back home! Another 3+ hours... and this time, no guff-suff only small talk like, "Jaado Bhayo?" as if she was going to give me her jacket, "Euta Churot Salkau na". From a potential date... I was now just another man Friday!
She dropped me off ... we bid farewell telepathically ... again! Got home, took a quick shower and went straight to bed. I would rather attempt to climb Mt. Everest (even if it means I may not come back alive!) but I am never going to go on a bike tour, short or long.... going to Thamel from Lalitpur is long-distance for me and I won't feel like a tractor ran over my ass!
"I was now just another man Friday!" ..hehe
ReplyDeleteShort movie title "Da Man did Daman" for the last time :)