Dashain Tihar is always fun and the D/T-fever still gets hold of me during the D/T season, like right now, I don't feel like doing anything, I long for beer and andra/bhudi fry with kabuli chana, chiura, grandmother cooked khashi ko kabab (which gets better as the days go by) and whole nine yards since the moment I wake up to the moment I fall flat on my bed. Anyway, your tihar kissa reminds me  of an incident.

One time a friend of mine came up with an ingenious idea -- "Let's go play deushi". Me and my friend, we all knew the reason behind his newfound obsession, he was in love with a girl (झ्याम्पुतली) from a house down the road and he wanted to impress her more (friggin' as if his Salman Khan hairstyle was doing less honor). We somehow thought it was a great idea -- we had this small local band in Kalankisthan that nobody knew of and it was great opportunity to prove our "talents" and make some dough to buy musical accessories. We had couple of crooners, guitarists and a drummer in our band and we had couple of songs of our own. But there was a problem, you can not take a drum with you in deushi -- we decided to play madal 'coz it's portable and we had bunch of songs that we could play with madal. This drummer dude, he couldn't play anything but drum (and few guitar chords). Now we had a new problem, who's gonna play madal? This guitarist friend knew how to play madal but he didn't want to give up his guitar (friggin' ego, guitar looks impressive to carry around than madal).

After a long discussion, I said "fk it dude, I will play madal" and I had no friggin' idea how to play madal. I practiced for about a week and I was playing a okay. So, we went to play deushi. First couple of houses, my madal was playing good. As the temperature went down, it was almost impossible to play madal, my fingers were all swollen. I was hitting it hard and it was getting worse. Finally we reached the destination (झ्यामपुतलीको घर) -- झ्यामपुतली was there at the patio with her family. Everyone started jammin' up and I was in no mood to play. So I played madal very softly, I barely hit that thing hard enough to make sound. Finally it was over, we got दक्षिणा and all, my friend was happy to impress झ्यामपुतली. I was happy since it finally came to an end. As we were leaving, झ्यामपुतलीको आमा was like "सबै राम्रो थियो तर त्यो मादल बजाउने लाई चाँही मादलै बजाउन आउदैन रैछ". Next day whole tole knew I was the worst madal player in Kalankisthan. :S