State of Mind: Midnight

It’s 12:12 AM as I am starting to type these words. Not exactly a good time to start writing a blog post. May be a right time to dream. Dream about what? Sleeping with a girl? Forgive my lingo but I am alone and I am adult and it’s exactly 14 minutes past midnight. I know it’s time to sleep. I was reading the Person of the Year issue of Time Magazine, after watching my favorite show CID, and a line in the introductory article really struck my state of mind. “I am going to blog about my state of mind or the state of the nation or the steak-fries at the new bristo down the street? Who has that time and that energy and that passion?” (I usually come home at 10 PM from office and the show starts at 10:15. That’s a good timing and I like watching criminal investigative shows of any quality.)

As I was reading the articles, I couldn’t resist temptation to be in front of the computer and get hold of the keyboard. After all, I remember, I used to write about my state of mind back in 2004 when I started blogging. Then, putting that job aside, I jumped into blogging about the state of the nation (on UWB). Why not go retro? After all, the name YouTube also has that retro feel. Article about YouTube guys is informative and quite interesting. I envy them. These three guys are 27, 28 and 29 years old. Damn, I tell myself, I am 28 and will soon be 29. Will I start a YouTube like phenomena by the end of next year? What the hell I am doing here in this small room of a house in Gothataar Village? Reading Time Magazine article on “Leila, The Real Lonelygirl.” Ha, where are you, dear? The 20-year-old, according to the Magazine, lives in Maryland, “where she’s studying to be a social worker. Her personal life really is complicated.” F–k (God, I would be censored if I were in UWB), I tell myself, why people have complicated life even before they reach 20? I hate these people. So sex is out of mind, what else I can think about? I go back to the dream of being a sensational YouTube like miracle.

The thing is that I have actually no time to dream right now. I must get some good sleep because the harsh reality is that I must work. Tomorrow is a Saturday but, what the hell, I will be going to office anyway. I don’t remember when was the last time I took a holiday. I am hoping to do some real work tomorrow, work on some stories that I have been planning for days. Today wasn’t a busy day and that was quite a relief. But I don’t have car or motorcycle so I must wait till office vehicle drops me home. I am still in the phase of dream, mind it, I tell myself.

I don’t interfere in domestic affairs normally. Actually, I rarely take any interest in that. Sometime I even forget who else are there in my family. I come home at around 10 PM, eat whatever has been kept for me and watch TV or play with computer or read books and papers and sleep. Sleep till I feel like sleeping. For instance, when my editor Narayan Wagle called me this morning (at around 11 AM) with a story idea, I was sleeping. “Still sleeping?” he asked. “No, I lied. Then I woke up. When I wake up from bed, in most days I eat and get out of the house. So the house, for me, is basically a place to take rest. May be a hotel?

Someone told me recently, and last year too, not to compare myself with others. What the hell? Why not compare, I say. How can you evaluate yourself if you don’t compare? If you don’t set the bar? I always compare things. Like I compare my writings with those published in New York Times. Hmm, the paper is superior in quality. But not always. I was taken aback by the mistakes I saw in a recent article about Nepal in the Times. I wrote an email to the correction section of the paper (and CCed that to the Public Editor) yesterday. I am hoping to see the correction soon but if they don’t do that I will post the email here. So what do I think of myself? One who don’t do mistakes? Hell not. I also do the mistakes. And I keep on learning. I try not to repeat the f- – – – – – mistakes (Again, forgive my lingo. I am writing my state of mind tonight and you know mind is mind. I don’t know what I really meant by this but I hope the message got through.) We don’t expect such silly mistakes from newspapers like the Times, do we? I am sure the mistake happened because of the parachute journalism they practice when it comes to small and insignificant countries like Nepal. They send tourist reporters like the one who did that particular story, and silly mistakes are bound to happen.

So what else do I want to write about? It’s very cold in here. More so because I have opened the windows. Chilly wind is coming in. I must open the window to get wireless phone work properly so that I can connect to the Internet. I can’t afford buying heater, or paying exuberant electricity charge if I buy one. So better I close the window for the time being and open it when I have to connect the net again.

Poverty is all about comparison. I would be in the category of super rich if I compare myself with millions of those who are living openly under the sky and can’t afford to have a bed like mine. (Hmm, this Leila The Real Lonelygirl’s bedroom seems real cozy for me.) If I compare myself with the likes of YouTube guys (well, they say they haven’t seen any of the $ 1.65 billion that they are supposed to get from the Google deal. So I am not comparing with them.) or Google guys, then I am terribly poor.

Today I saw a fantastic documentary titled ‘We Corner People’ by a Nepali filmmaker named Kesang Tseten. The film wonderfully documents the difficult life of the people of a remote village in Rasuwa district and their efforts of building a suspension bridge with the technical help from Helvetas Nepal. “It’s hard being poor,” says a man in his letter sent to his wife from Kuwait where he had gone to work. “I live in a corner,” says another man in the film. “I don’t have a king’s salary.”

If you go by that standard, living in Nepal itself is like living in some remote corner of the world. And it’s hard to be poor in any corner like this. Well, actually I don’t consider myself poor. It’s midnight and my mind is thinking anything it likes to think. So it found poverty as one of the appropriate topic, I think. The film must have had some effect.

Talking about “me and my mind” thing, there is really one hell of a contradiction that I find. If that’s my mind, I must be a different entity. If my mind and I are different entity, how can I think? I mean, I say this is my hand or this is my nose. If I were to remove all these “my” things out of me, what would remain of me at the end? There would be no “me.” So, “me” is the combination of all these “my”s and there is no need for that distinction between these two. Really, then what is this? I am feeling some kind of chill in my feet? Whose feet?

Enough with this philosophy sh– which will take me nowhere. It’s been more than an hour since I started writing and it seems if I continue writing, I will not go to bed. No, I will. I am already yawning. A long yawn. But my mind says it still doesn’t want to sleep? A smiling Leila, the Real Lonely girl, is watching me from inside her laptop. Good night, err, Good Morning! 1:22 AM.

F—, it’s 1:47 AM and I can’t post the blog because the connection is crappy tonight. A consolation comes from the Time article: even YouTube guys in the US didn’t have the high speed connection required to browse their site. I will start reading the magazine.

4 thoughts on “State of Mind: Midnight

  1. “Wanna know me, then read my blog!” the entries that show on the page give me the impression. But that’s the Blog Slogan, isn’t it? Traffic chaos, Person of the Year, Kabul Express and The Complicated Lonely Girl in your mind that sums it up! but gettin back to this entry.

    To start with I thought I was told You were 27! From when did guys start defying their Age facts? or are you also the kind of guys who likes to proclaim to be older than they are?

    why people have complicated life even before they reach 20? I hate these people.

    Complicated. But times have changed Wagleji, lives are more complicated when younger than times when u are older. More because the younsters can’t handle wht they are given at such young a age and they only get more entangled in it. When older you can sort things out I guess! Nevertheless I hate ppl with complicated lives too. Esp when it is ppl I know who have messed their lives with unbelievable relationships, clandestine affairs( bcuz they make the most complicated element). So I rather stick to knowing ppl my age and am glad I can Handle That, in the least!

    Home and Bed and Breakfast! Many a times I feel the same. Life in Ktm has changed for sure, we’re all busy with our mundane life it becomes hard to know anything of the ppl around you too.

    What the hell? Why not compare, I say. How can you evaluate yourself if you don’t’ compare? If you don’t set up the standard? I always compare things?

    Now you’re talking. Sb once told me NOT TO COMPARE MYSELF WITH OTHERS. Someone ur age, you do it too??!! Then how can one tell others not to do sth when they’re addicted to Comparing themselves!

    But then everything is but a state of mind.. a friend of mine once told me “you can’t help comparing but there’s one thing you need to keep in mind always and to yourself ” I know I’m good and I don’t care about anything else because I know I’m at THe Top “..It will just make you feel good abt yourself and keep you motivated without giving ppl the impression that You are Being Too Boastful of whatever you’ve achieved.

    It was a good read. Felt as the writing was a Direct flight from Wagle’s Mind To the Blog!! . looking forward to more of such “Real You” entries..

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  2. Mind is one amazing thing, it thinks so much. It travels so fast. So mind ko ta kurai nagarau!! To precisesly capture the state of mind is one impossible task, I guess. I don’t know what I am typing… first let my mind think something.. then I will come back here again and write something🙂

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  3. Dinesh dai,
    Its been a long time that i started to get wonder on your blogs.
    but really up to yet this midnight monologues is the best read i ever get on ur blog .I read and read it for many times.
    really wonderful life is going on …
    who cares???

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