पार्टी थ्यो दाई ---------------- "भोली बिदा छ, पार्टी गर्ने हैन त केटा हो आज?". The voice was real enough to make my eyes open. It was already dusk and I thought it would not be a bad idea since I was free for next 36 hrs. after realizing that my dish washing duty in campus cafeteria was on halt due to possibility of heavy snowfall that evening. And, I immediately remembered myself concluding my final remark in that farewell party in Nepal ‘अब अर्को पटक चाइ उतै गएर लडौनि हो’. So, it was my ultimate chance to turn that vow into reality. "अरु लाई नी आउन दे न एक्कै छिन ", I was already amused by the proposal itself. The rest was up to my other good fellas. Within next half hrs, all the delegates aka my roomies upon their arrival made a final seal in agreement with no possibility of veto whatsoever. However, the guy A seemed little worried, “मैले त नेपालमा नी लड़ा छैन.....”. "च्याउ खा छस् ?", guy C pulled him over before he could complete his sentence. He assured guy A that taste of beer is somewhat similar to that of Mushroom when tasted for the first time by any novice drinker as if he had already mastered that whole culinary thing. “तेसै पनी अम्रिकन बियर मा लेख्न लाई मत्तै हाल्या हुन्छ अल्कोल “, guy D also uttered his ‘Bhatti’ experience of his ‘Chhyang’ days supporting guy C. But the beer store does not open on Sundays. "के गर्ने?", Guy B spoke the bitter reality of that half Mormon town. Already excited, I was in no position to ruin the party. "मैले देख्या छु एक ठाम, स्टोर नंबर नी था छ मलाई ", I tried to subdue the sudden melancholy boasting my expertise as if this was my second time coming to US. But at the same time, I was little nervous due to my dubious claim which would further ruin my credibility had I came out wrong. So, I spent no time in making a move and there I was trying to fix the tangled shoelace of my Nike which I had recently purchased from nearby thrift store. Tell you frankly, I had never felt such a panicky in my life. First of all, I was not so sure the store # 247 which I claimed would sell the beer in those wee-hours and second of all, I would not want to jeopardize my reputation among my fellow party - goers. My credibility was at risk so I had to prove myself outward right. I walked and walked to look for that hope diamond as if there was a thin link of genetics between my clan back home and the great explorer, 'Vasco De Gama'. After about twenty minutes of walking in that treacherous cold, I saw that number 247 scrolling in the dim neon light. I ran as if I had never run in my whole life and presented myself in front of that bookstore Blondie. "Howdy, good evening....", Blondie looked confused by my sudden yet awkward presence. "Howdy to you too", my heavy Gorkhey accent interrupted her in nick of a second not that I would have understood everything she would have to say even if I had waited. "I need that beer myaam", I asked pointing towards the big ass cartoon. "Are you sure you want to get the whole thing?", she looked at me as if she had never come across any drunkard in her whole life. I felt little insult how she was underestimating my drinking capacity. "The body does not prove anything, it is all about how you control your mind", I was practising the dialogues inside my mind for potential heated conversation. But, my limited communication skill then somewhat prohibited me from expressing my bulging anger. So hiding my scintillating anger, I simply nodded turning my head in 180 degree which I later knew would imply otherwise in this western culture. Seriously, I did not remember anything in between except for making the payment nor have I remembered how I had carried myself and that big ass cartoon of fuel in that twenty minutes walk back home before I exploded, "Eureka!!! ल खा केटा हो, पार्टी गर अब छादनि गरी ". Guy D inaugurated the party by opening the first can of that foamy beer.....