Going even further back.....I remember as kids during Dashai Tihar.....The air smelt different. There was a kind of feeling I had when the one month holiday of Dashain and Tihar came.......SADLY I've lost that feeling. The feeling of festive nature as an Adult I cant feel that way ever but I do remember how it felt as a kid during that time......, no school for a month meant no waking up early No teacher beating  ( and whats up with that in Nepal.....Man I got spanked and beaten so much at school by teachers that if it was here in usa that those teachers would have gotton life in prison or even death  LOL)  I was mostly in a boarding school and anyone who knows boarding school fun ...will know what Im talking about. Sleeping in double bunk bets in a room of 60 or more. wake up early for jogging, PT and marshal arts. Crappy breakfast that made you fart a lot in the first class which created a huge FUN of disgusting smell dead rat and rotten egg blend...... SILENT BUT DEADLY GAS......lol.....School assembly....Shreemaan gambhir....NO syncronization at all. then school song,,,,prayer,,,,and speech by the principal and some choosen kid from grade 10. AND then Hair, nail ,teeth, shoes and school uniform inspection. MAN around Dashain NO MORE OF THOSE CRAPFOR A WHOLE MONTH YEAH!!!!!!!!  Rememember those days guys ......it said for youngsters like us around 8-16 yrs old ........KITE FLYING.........KHASHI KO MASU..........NEW CLOTHES AND SHOES......AND MONEY FROM TIKA's DAKSHINA....and later DEUSHI AND BHAILO......I remember as a kid running after CHET KITES with my eyes in the sky hardly watching my footsteps......jumping into others house and trees, SISHNO BUSH....now whats that SHISNO????do can you get it here in the US..........it hurt like crazy....funny thing was when anyone got hurt by SHISNO....the street popular remedy was SINGAN..SSHHHIIIIIIIII.....and out came the .green snort from a friend or your own NOSE and applied  all over the affected area LOL...YUCK!!!....anyone done that???   man during dashain I looked like a KHATE because I chased kites all the time and fell and torn my clothes and wounds every where specially on the knees. And then the fun of flying kites with friends ...what was that Nok maar Dhago????......AAAYYYY  DARI WAL DHAGO CHOD DHAGO NABHAYE TUPPI CHOOOOOOD............all the kite language like ...kakaa halnu, guakh halnu, using rice to mend torn kites, maja halnu, variety  kites like......sankhar ghote, Paan butte, Tin dharke, rato sadha, etc LOL  man I was like  ninja then...I could run full speed on high walls and jump from high places and all....and getting yelled at at home for looking like a khate at the end of the day.Now choosing your new clothes was fun too......but as kids, sometimes Me and my brother had the same looking out fit .......and as I grew older I used to get money to buy my own and it was never enough to get the one you liked the most but there was always other choices. During tika time I got a lot of money from relatives because we had a lot and some we didnt even know that we had to go to. LOL I felt like the richest dude but my sis always got more money because some places they didnt give dakshina to boys....That sucked.Count the money after every tika ANd then play cards...EK suka bot LOL...mostly flush, kitty and jutpatti.....LOL and food was everywhere you go....I felt my stomach was going to explode but we had to eat. If I remember it now ........MUKH MA THUK AAUCHHA.....Khashi ko masu, bhaat or chiura, aalo cauli tarkari, aalu ko achhar, tomato achhar, saag,raita, kaalo daal, ani Ghiu jhanne you know pure cow ghee), Tama, gundruk ra bhatmaas sadeko, mula ko achar and kakro ko achar (the ones which is sour and spicy from formented in the sun in bottles and clay pots) oohhhhh yummmm. and then its soon time for PATAKA...DEUSHI...BHAILO and friends start practicing but while quite young it was just AAAYY BHANA MERA BHAI HO DEUSHIRE....or BHAILIRAM..didnt matter boys day or girls day..we were out there. And since pataka was banned....we still bought them from shops..malta barut, chocolate bomb, jhirjhire, gamala, pistol, rockets, chakra....and I loved to jump when the chakra went on....LOL. I also loved to put a tin can on top of malta barut or the choc bomb and see it fly high......OH lighting candles everywhere in the house LOL so much fun...it looked so great...and the sounds around the neighborhood was incredible and festive in the evening.........I remember listeneing to all the patakas going all over the town....boom BOOM boom....and the smell of sulpher and the smell of that flower..that yellow one hung in houses, then some where you can start hearing...Bhana mera bhai ho.........deushire....and soon a group of smaal kids come in your house and start singing......give them 10rs and they leave happily......and then its time I headout where friends are gathering to go on our own venture. as young boys we tried to smoke and it felt soooo cool and drink too. sleep at a friends home and then equally divide the money or go picnic...then all those kaag puja,,,,kukur puja now I enjoyed that because I love dogs and we had up to 5 of them.......and I put tika, mala, and took blessing from the paws...and then BIG LUNCH OF BUFFALO MEAT AND BONES FOR ALL THE DOGS.....lol they ATE like there is no tomorrow........then came bhaitika ....... YUMMM another fun time .....after bhaitika......me and my brother were rich of fruits, nuts, sweets, spices like supadi,lwang,sukumel,elaichi etc...........And then like everyone in my friend circle.....HOMEWORK TIME..........LOL I always left my homework around the last days before the dreaded school started........my heart always felt heavy those days just before the school started........and soon enough.....school day was the next day...and worse for me because I was in hostel.......I had to go a day earlier..........I could almost cry but Held tough and as friends start comming back......ITS ALL FUN AGAIN except the crappy hostel food and strict teachers.............................