If you are planning to be subtle and quiet in Nepal now think again. The whole country it seems is in the frenzy and ready to shout, scream and holler (whatever word you want to use) to be heard. Everyone feels without doing this, nobody will take notice.
In the streets of Kathmandu, the vehicles are not only honking horns like crazy, in fact they are trying to outdo each other with louder and more piercing horns. It’s like saying, ‘Move the fuck out of my way!’
In the streets of Kathmandu, the vehicles are not only honking horns like crazy, in fact they are trying to outdo each other with louder and more piercing horns. It’s like saying, ‘Move the fuck out of my way!’
Even a horn of a small motorcycle these days are louder than
a bus.
Our politicians – they’re never tried of spreading hate – detonating
like nuclear bombs every time they speak. They're yelling hatred against rich
people, against poor, against Indians for denying us our rights, against Tibetan people. Every time they speak, their mouths appear to spew venom.
Look at students now. Instead of studying and building their
careers they are now in the street. Closing the roads and denying common
citizens like us the right to free movement. Their unions are as vociferous as
ever.
The trade unions are always on strike. They strike for little or no cause and they’ve grown louder and louder. In fact, they are so tired of
shouting that they even occasionally resort to using guns to make their points heard.
In the street, when someone hits someone, other people gather
around and a commotion soon follows.
From their homes, the whole population is also shouting for
constitution – over at the radio, in talk shows, in papers, at each other and maybe even in their dreams.
With shortage of electricity, water, cooking gas and petrol, the cries have reached ever greater decibel. The whole nation has become like a noisy beehive.
We are so loud we only know how to yell. And when we don’t we close our ears.

