Oh My Sleeping Child the World is so Wild

… But youve build your own paradise

Every midnight I quietly go to bed with this promise that I will wake up early in the morning. The alarm in my cell phone rings just in time: 6 AM. I instinctively reach up to the machine and kill the sound of Christmas tune only to go back to sleep. I don’t forget the promise made a few hours ago but I can’t open my eyes however hard I try. Okay, I will sleep for a few minutes, I tell myself, and definitely wake up. When I wake up, it’s already 8 AM. Still my eyes find it difficult to get accustomed with the surroundings. They want me to close the lids. I, poor fellow, defenselessly abide by their wish. When I wake up it’s 9 AM or 10 or 11. It could be 12 as well. Early to bed and early to rise. Who said that? I can’t sleep before 12. Even if I try to lie on the bed and get some sleep, I can’t. So I end up dreaming about going on the moon or jumping over from flying jet.

There are options to avoid such adventures. Take a book or press the remote control buttons. I don’t know which I do the most but I lie on the bed making sure that I am damn tired, or sleepy so that I can’t think of anything weird. Sometime I keep the TV on and try to sleep. Let me say BBC World is informing me about the world events as I am struggling to go way temporarily from the planet. I wake up in the middle of the night, may be at 2 or 3 AM and switch off the idiot box and go back to sleep. This time, I go asleep without even knowing where I am sleeping.

Over the past five days, I have seen some progress in my effort to wake up early. Five days ago, it was 12 mid day. Then 11. Then 10. Yesterday it was 9. Today it was 8. Quite a feat in waking up early, I told myself and started turning pages of Kantipur. Plus, I was shipping tea too. Bhauju had almost stopped brining in tea to my room for obvious reasons. She would bring tea at around 7 and I would say, okay I am awakening, please put that there. When I was awake, it was 10 or so and tea was icy cold. So she must have thought that I wasn’t’ qualified enough for morning tea.

So what I want is to go bed early, that is around 11 PM and wake up at around 5 AM. I am sure that is possible but don’t know why my eyes don’t believe me.

Previous blog on sleeping:

1. House Arrest: Read, Sleep and Imagine

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Final Day and Visit to Elephant Breeding Center

I had an opportunity to have Tharu food in a stall on the ground. The food, Chicheri was similar to rice and was tasty. “What’s your name?” I asked the girl on my left for this caption. “Lina,” she said. And surname? “Come on,” she replied. “You are in a Tharu food stall.” Lina Chaudhari is a student of BA in a college in Chitwan and she was volunteering in the stall. Pic by Pawan Neupane

28 Dec: The final day of the elephant race. I slept till 3 PM. I read a few pages of The Story of Nobody. I wasn’t feeling well. Subrat Acharya SMSed me saying that the program was about to get over. I was planning to interview the winning elephant rider so I went slowly to the ground. I found an oxen cart on way and jumped over it for the bumpy ride. One guy came after a while and started conversation in broken English thinking that I was a foreigner. Many people have mistaken before. How can a bearded man carrying camera and wearing North Face jacket and trekking trouser be Nepali? I didn’t speak because I knew he was form a hotel or something and wanted me to book room there. When I responded in Nepali to Santosh Acharya, another friend of mine in Nepal Magazine, who was returning from the ground, the boy instantly realized that I wasn’t exactly the one he was looking for. He quickly left the cart but thankfully paid the fare.

I reached at the ground and interviewed (pic, above by Subrat Acharya) the man of the moment: Nasir Ali seated at the back of the elephant of the moment (Janga Bahadur). Here is what I wrote for Kantipur based on the interview:

यति कुरा गरिसकेपछि नासिरको दिमागमा हात्तीको कानमा हुने रहस्य फुत्त आएजस्तो भयो । ‘मान्नुस हात्तीको कान भनेको गाडीको एक्सिलेटर जस्तै हो,’ क्लोजअप मञ्जनको विज्ञापनमा देखिनेजस्ता सेता दात देखाउदै नासिर अलिले भने- ‘जति दबायो उति दौडिन्छ ।’

तर कुनै हात्ती कम र कुनै छिटो किन – निश्चिय नै, त्यो हात्तीको शरीर र बलमा भर पर्ने कुरा हो तर नासिरले फट्ट जवाफ दिए- ‘हजुर उसो त (मोटरसाइकलहरू) स्प्लेन्डर र आरएक्समा पनि फरक हुन्छ । स्प्लेन्डर अलि छिटो दौडिन्छ ।’ लौ, कुरैकुरामा जंगबहादुरको रेकर्ड उल्लेख गर्न बिर्सको । उसलाई तीनसय मिटर जान र सोही बाटो फर्किन फाइनलमा एक मिनेट ३७ दशमलव ३३ सेकेन्ड लागेको थियो । उसलाई दोस्रो हुने पवनकली (एक मिनेट ३७ दशमलव ९७ सेकेन्ड) बाट चर्को दबाब परेको थियो ।

Here is the complete article.

Then we went to Elephant Breeding Center, a few kilometers from the ground. I had been there several years ago which I have already mentioned: with Roberto in 1998. That was quite nostalgic crossing over the muddy river in a boat packed with people. I took a video of the center. Here is the video from the elephant breeding center:

While returning, I bough a bottle of honey. “Hone from tori,” the man said. “How can honey be made from tori?” I asked. Never heard of honey from flower. “Well sir,” the honey is definitely from bees. But bees collected juices from tori. So its tori honey.” I was like wow and instantly paid Rs. 150.

No evening walk for dinner this evening. In the Unique resort folks started singing and dancing as Pawan and I stayed inside reading and sleeping. He was sleeping and I was turning the pages in the dim light of the hotel room. Subrat Acharya came to invite us to join the entertainment and I reluctantly went outside with him. Wasn’t really feeling well but couldn’t really reject his request as well. We outside and ate a piece of roasted chicken. That was warm and tasty.