Border: A Thin Line Of Love And Hatred.

How Indian we are? A question to ponder upon! India: we all hate India. We all hate Indians. Why?

I do not hate India. I love India as much I love Nepal. I am an Indian? I love America. Make me an American. I like Shilpa Shetty better than Karishma Manadhar. Kill me? I do not like Pakistanis. But they are really nice people, only Muslim. I do not hate Muslim. I hate Hindus too. Christianity: a faith based on a controversial resurrection of Christ by some Constantine. Jews: the Christkillers and the shylocks. I hate caucasians. I love Negroes. I hate Negroes with sullen attitude, though. I love pretty blondes and brunettes. I hate Mexicans. I love Latinas. I love dollars. I do not hate Nepali Rupee, and never liked Indian Rupees either. I love the ships that bring our basic commodities in Calcutta port. I hate the largest railway system in the world, Indian Railways. I hate Laxmi Chanda Mittal and Mukesh Ambani. But I donot love King Gyanendra nor Girija Prasad. India is our neighbor, nor do I hate Bill Gates and Warren Buffet. In Bible, it says; Thou shalt love thy neighbor. I say: Thy Neighbor is thy enemy!

We do not care what Indian people do. We should not. We should not care what other people are doing. Why should we care if we cannot do the same thing they are doing. I have only question, and it is a weird one: Why do you think British never ruled Nepal?

Right, because we were brave enough to stop them from entering our borders. Because we were more powerful than a powerful East India Company and the British Raaj which colonized the whole world, from the Americas to the Far East. Because our valor and prowess vanquished the nefarious intent of the British, to colonize Nepal. The Hindustan, as they called India then, was so weak, they gave into the British rule. But Nepal, a tiny kingdom, was brave enough to contend the most formidable power which ruled over the rest of the world for over 300 years.

We all should hate India. We all should hate British. Heck, while we at it, we should hate America too. We should hate all and everybody else. And resurrect our country from its ashes. But how? That is a question that has been gnawing upon me, it is unbearable and unthinkable. Then, it dawned upon me: without India, there is no Nepal. Correct me if I am wrong. Curse me if I am wrong. But then, give me the answer too.

Shilpa Shetty is hot. You should see her in Om Shanti Om. Damn, she is hot. Sorry, I forgot she is Indian. But she is still hot. God, I hate Indians. No, not because they are far ahead of us, because they reek of onion and garlic. I do not hate India becase it is technologically, geographically and economically one of the most foremost developing country, I hate India because they churn out movies like burgeoning mushrooms left in the market in wholesale price, and god, I cannot resist. That bushwacks my patriotism.

I am thinking of opening an restaurant. It will be a Nepali restaurant. I will name it;

 Sagarmatha

Indian/ Nepalese cuisine.

The menu will consist of: Momo, Khasiko masu. Khukurako masu, Alu Tama Bodi and Jhaneko Daal. And rest of the about 15 to 20 not so popular indian dishes that sell ok.

I speak Hindi, Urdu fluently,and I hate when they think I am an Indian. My pride doesnot deter when the Americans ask me of my heritage and I proudly say,

Nepal. I dread the frown in their face.

Nepal, I think I heard of it.

Then, submissively, I have to say, Nepal is the land of Mt Everest and Lord Budha, situated between China and India. I say India later so that they donot accentuate on the Indian part, but they solve the puzzle.

Ah! I see, but I thought Mt Everest is in China and Lord Buddha was born in India.

And I have to explain how he was born in Lumbini and it is only 30 kms away from my home. My face beams proudly when they acknowledge. I feel I defeated India.

I hear many of my friends' early careers. Dunkin' Donuts, Subway, Gas Station. I myself work in the similar line. And my friends feel obligated to curse their Indian or Pakistani bosses, and laud for their kind charity at the same time. I hate my boss, but I am loyal to him. He treats me good. not very unfair. I heard one friend say, If there were no Indian or Pakistani employers, all the Nepalese would be jobless in the US. They give you your first jobs of your life and create a milestone for your career. I counter him, it would have been better if there were no Indian or Pakistanis employers. We could work for the Americans. Most of the non-professional (education-based)  people I know who work for Americans  work behind the scenes. I work under one and tens other work under me. And I wish I did not have to do that. Not with an Indian or Pakistani employer, who trusts me enough that he leaves me with his money.

My rhetorical is my prerogative. I see things in the narrower corridor of wider spectrum. I love the blue sky, and I love the bleak winter too. Do you?

PS: The narrative went longer than I expected. It is entirely my perspective and comprises of biased and unbiased snippets, sardonically sarcastic and ironic too. I am verbose at places, pardon me for my impetuous ignorance. I am a mere high school dropout who saw and tasted life with both eyes: of a struggling person and that of a true Nepali patriot. I found that the eyes of struggling person is more important than that of a Nepalese patriot. Necessity and responsibilty teaches you to love the most unexpected thing, for the sake of yourself and others associated with you. If you are fine, people around you will be fine, and that goes to all of us.