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My First 911 Call

Posted by Satish Shrestha on August 11, 2009


August 3, 2009

Jackson Height, renowned for its gingantic south asian occupation, is my least favorite place to hang out in new york city. Last night, I get off a train and walk towards woodside avenue. All of a sudden a can of beer falls on me. I look up and shout “Motherfucker !”. A bunch of people try to hide away from the third floor balcony. My two eyewitnesses urge me to call 911. My hair is wet and I smell beer. I’m irked as hell since they did not even apologize. I call 911 and report it. NYC 911 seems to be in rush like everyone and everything in NYC. In the mean time, a south asian looking guy comes down and observes the situation. He walks aroud and I could see fear in his gait. He runs upstairs and brings another friend and does ‘Namaste’ to me with apologetic face. He speaks hindi to me. And I say, “what the fuck are you saying?”. Its not that I do not understand hindi, but I’m sure it annoys every south asian when someone else starts speaking in his/her own dialect assuming that the others understand it as well. And he says, “I am indian, yaar, I am sorry, I won’t do this again”.He must have tought I was an indian too. But he was right, one of my eyewitnesses was Indian. The apologetic guy may not have been terribly drunk, but he smelt like shit. I hope I don’t smell that bad when I drink. He says sorry to me and other eyewitnesses. The other eyewitnesses were local residents and they appeared socially quite responsible. They scolded and threathen those drunks. Calling 911 was enough for them, I don’t know what my witnesses exactly said, but those drunks seemed really scared. I call back 911 trying to cancel the report. They say that is not possible. The cops would come and return if they see nothing. I leave the spot, thanking my witnesses. I don’t feel like I am in the west anymore.

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विडम्बना

Posted by Satish Shrestha on August 11, 2009


भन्थें प्रेम नर्क पथ हो
आज त्यहि पथ हिड्न म लालायित छु
गल्ती नै सही
मिठै गल्ती गर्न ब्याकुल छु

सोध्छु जीवनको अर्थ के हो
त्यहि अर्थ खोज्दै म उदाशीन छु
एक्लै सक्छु म भन्ने गर्थें
तर बुझें मैले मिठास गुमाउँदैछु

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आत्मग्लानी

Posted by Satish Shrestha on August 11, 2009


धेरै दिन पछी आज एकजना पुरानो सहपाठी संग कुरा भो | कुरै कुरा को सदर्भमा हामीले कक्षाको अर्को सहपाठी सम्झीयौं, जसको घर काठमाडौँ बाहिर थियो | मैले उक्त सहपाठीलाई थम्यौना नसक्दा मेरा ती सहपाठी जोसंग म गफ गर्दै थिएँ, ले सहयोग गर्ने हेतुले भन्यो, ” त्यो लिखुरे पाखे के त !” , हुन त एक समय म पनि त्यस्तै बोल्ने गर्थें | तर आज आएर मलाई मैले पहिले गरेका त्यस्ता कुराहरुको प्राएस्चित हुन्छ | मैले कक्षा दशसम्म अध्यन गरेको विद्यालयमा अधिकांश विधार्थी म जस्तै नेवार मुलका थिए | मेरो खास्सै नेवारी लवज नआउने हुँदा मेरा अरु नेवार सहपाठीहरु मलाई बाहुन भन्ने गर्थे | हामी सबैजना गैर नेवार सहपाठीहरूलाइ अत्ति नै जिस्काउने गर्थ्यौं | तराईका सबैलाई हामी नेवारी लवज मा ‘मर्स्या’ भन्ने गर्थ्यौं | काठमाडौँ बाहिर का सबैलाई ‘पाखे’ अथवा ‘पर्वते’; शेर्पा, तामांग, लामा जति सबैलाई ‘भोटे’ भन्ने गर्थ्यौ | हुन त त्यति खेरको स्थिति अहिले जस्तो नराम्रो पक्कै थिएन | तर यसो नियाल्दा आजको विकृतितिर उन्मुख अनि जातीय विभाजन को भुमरीमा पिल्सिएको हाम्रो देशको स्थितिलाई यहाँ सम्म आइपुग्नमा म लगायत मेरा अरु सहपाठीहरु को उल्लेखनीय हात रहेको महसुस हुन्छ |

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