Dreams!....Oh dreams!,..many are they, unfulfilled though...Sometimes I guess, I built many castles in the air but now I guess some castles are worth building even though in air. However, there's a dream that I got fulfilled soon. My family couldn’t afford to buy me a laptop. I used to go cyber on wheelchair once in a month but it was really difficult. I wished I had a pc myself at my home. But it was surely like a reverie to me. Later, I asked my dad to buy me a mobile with GPRS facility. And he brought me a cheapest one. It could hardly catch yahoo only. I had added very few friends & could chat with only one at a time. Usually, I used to send only offline messages. Sometime later, I got the ID of my cousin, Mohini Chhantyal who lives in Denmark. I asked her if she could send me money so that I can buy a laptop? And she really did dat. Earlier, I always dreamt that I had a laptop myself & I had experienced the worldwide famous social network called facebook. That dream of mine really came true. That made me so happy. Later, I discovered how useful this network is to a literature-lover like me. Now my laptop has been my friend to connect me with real friends. My real world is actually limited coz of my disability within the walls of my room but what a wonder! I got a vast world through the internet, a virtual one though.
Oh yes I forgot to mention how I managed to pay for the internet monthly. Earlier I had no source of income. Sometimes, I did knitting mufflers, sometimes I worked on the domestic winding mill called 'charkha'. But all gave me no satisfaction. Those works brought a lot of pain on my fingers & back. Later, I got a new job-teaching tuition some students at my own home. In da beginning, I had very few students, only three but later the number increased to at least 14 students. All were my relative's children, some were tought freely but some with a little money. However, this had made me able to pay for the internet monthly without bothering my dad to pay for all the expenses.
Teaching was really fun. Those mischievous students make me laugh. I don’t talk much but I had to while teaching them. I even had a sore-throat sometimes. It was really difficult for a disable teacher like me to control those mischievous monkeys but anyway I liked it coz they help me feel that I’m also worthy to be a teacher. Oh! Those monkeys didn’t use to stand my words coz they didn’t fear that I may beat them if they made noise. And then I really had to shout with a loud voice, 'Shall I tell your parents that you don’t stand my words? Then you'll get nicely beaten up.' And then they just used to be quiet.
Oh sometimes they used to be so funny that even I couldn’t stop laughing. Specially, my own uncle's two sons were funny making me burst in laughter. Usually, they all hold their nose & laugh. I shouted, ‘Hey! Why are you laughing? Concentrate on your study.' And then Khemraj would say. ‘Sis Suman farted. So we've difficulty in breathing.' Then I would say, ‘Stop it. It’s better to smell the fart for mischievous kids like u.' Hahaha…even I laughed at my own remarks. I had actually thought Khemraj was lying and so those guys were refusing to agree, ‘No we can’t sis!' Then Khemraj again assured, ‘No sis I’m telling you the truth, this Suman ate a lots of fried soyabeans and so his stomach is out of normal. And so he farts frequently.' In the meantime, he again exclaimed, ‘Look sis, he again farted.' That time the air was really stinky & Suman was also laughing. I suggested, ‘Hey! Suman, you idiot! if the fart gonna come again, just run out.’ Haha… Then all the guys laughed making me laugh too. Oh no! But Suman couldn’t control his fart, yet he farted in the room & immediately ran out. Hahaha!
Well I’m writing about my dream, just slipped to somewhere else. Reader might have been bored. Actually my dream was to be known as a writer. For this, I was in great need of a P.C., not desktop but a laptop coz it’s difficult for me to sit beside a desktop. After I got the laptop, this dream of mine, submerged somewhere long ago became true indeed.
For three years, I wrote continuously on blogs, websites and facebook. This gave me a little identity as a mere writer. Later, God help me meet a good friend named Shrawan Bomjan who helped me publish a book, a collection of Nepali stories. That book helped me a lot to be known as a writer among my fellow beings. I didn’t know the publication process and it was very expensive to print a book in Nepal but Mr. Bomjan including many other friends joined hands to help and finally, my dream was fulfilled. Soon after this, God helped me meet some good friends who guided me for self-publication on Amazon. And I got success there too by publishing a short children novel called ‘Phurba and the yeti Chyangba’. Amazon is really amazing coz it prints my book in America although I’ve never been there. And as a result of this, I’m inspired to write this another book ‘Stories from my life’.
I’m so happy to be known as a writer, known a little though. My life is very meaningful now coz of laptop. And guess what? A new kind of tension wrap me up when my laptop stops working. Recently it got recovered from its illness and now here I’m writing this story. And lastly I say, struggle continuously on your path and you’ll surely get your dream fulfilled one day.:-)
