I spent more than four hours in Thamel area today. Was sort of busy. Thus, could not go to Kirtipur. I am unaware about the developments in the CDM today.
Despite his promises, Prakash dai hasn’t given me the
cellphone yet. Dewansha believes that Prakash is only
pulling the wool over my eyes; he is of the opinion
that I am only being exploited.
I don’t mind helping others.
I have been helping Prakash dai by drafting letters to
his attorney in the States, and his business partners
in Europe, interpret the legal documents and sometimes
I have learnt a lot while helping him.
Today too, he came home and asked me for my
assistance. I wrote letter to his attorney Mr. Lerner
requesting the refunding of the amount that was
deposited as service charge for B-2 Visa Petition.
I read all the mails that were sent by the attorney’s
office. There is no system of refund, it has been
clearly mentioned. I explained it to him. However, he
has been sort of obstinate. He has wasted more than $
100 for sending Xerox copies of the documents and
request letter for refunding via courier. Again, he
asked me to write an email. Okay. I did it.
I know, however, not even a cent will be refunded.
His representative Mr. Anil Bahadur Pradhan is a
moron. He knows nothing about the transactions. But
saying that he would work for the refunding, Pradhan
is swindling money from Prakash.
At the communication centre where we worked for a
couple of hours, Prakash dai projected me as a boy of
19 years old. The owner hardly believed him.
At Sainik Restaurant, I got irritated by Mr. Pradhan’s
monotonous and arrogant rumblings. The boss-eyed is
running after a spam mail that has asked him to claim
one million dollars in some place of Africa. I
explained him that such mails are but a ploy to
deceive people. But he did not believe me. Go to hell,
Mr. Pradhan’s English is poor than that of a school
boy. Nonetheless, he misbelieves that his is very
good. Only twisting your tongue while pronouncing a
word or two doesn’t make your English good!
In Thamel, a felle followed me. I took no time to
recongise him as a broker. The following is the brief
Broker: Where are you from? You Indian?
Me: (Why the heck everybody asks me where I am from?
Fuck off you sonuvabitch! I said to myself.) Not an
Indian. Am from LAPEN.
Broker: Oh, Lapen!(He pretended that he knew a lot
Ummm… Is the place in South?
Me: South. Yes it’s in the South. (South Asia, you
Broker: Which language do you speak sir?
Me: (The same language you speak in. Bloody hell.)
Many languages. English, German….
(I knew he is a Nepali who probably would be a hotel
broker, or a drug peddler or a pimp. But again asked
Where the hell are you from?
Broker: From village.
Broker: Where do you stay here?
Me: (I was confused then. I took time and told him a
blatant lie) Annapurna
Broker: When did you arrive?
Me: It’s been more than two months.
(Then he came to the point)
Broker: Sir do you want some good hashish?
Me: I never smoke.
Broker: Then what do you need sir?
Me: (Eff off now!)
Broker: Gals? Nice gals. Do you wanna have a look?
Me: Oh, no. I have got my galfren to roll in the hay.
(I know he did not understand all what said, except NO
Then he was about to leave me.
Me: How much does a girl charge?
Broker: (I could notice delight in his voice then.) Do
you wanna have a look? You choose, then we will fix
Me: No. I just wanted to know the price.
Broker: What’s the use then?
Then the bugger left without saying a word.
Thamel has been safe haven for drug peddlers, and
prostitution. Where the heck is the police and
administration? I have seen many cops taking bribe
from Kashimiri, Tibetan and other shopkeepers in the
area. Also, they extort money from the shopkeepers.
They get commission from the drug dealers and whores.
I saw Dr. Abhi Subedi there. He was walking with a guy
carrying an umbrella. It was raining. But did not talk to him. I have never spoke to him. So how could I?
It’s raining now and I can hear the rumbling of thunder. I like this sort of weather.