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January 18, 2012 By:
microphile
My friend from Delhi had arrived back home some time ago and I was in charge of taking her around; showing off the new Bhatbhateni complex at Krishna Galli, bragging about the numbers of multiplexes, and make her realize what she is missing. I should have realized one thing though: she was coming from Delhi and I should have kept my mouth shut. (Please do notice all the sarcasm in all the right places.)
So, the next time around she told me “let’s roam around the Kathmandu streets”, we made our way through a short cut to reach the micro stop and climbed into a fairly packed one. We managed to grab bench-like seat that is right behind the driver’s seat. She was excited about this particular ‘roaming’ because it was going to be the last day of her visit to Nepal. A guy sitting in the front seat climbed off a stop and I took over the seat next to the driver’s. Me and my friend kept continuing our distracted conversations; varying from the price hikes to the recipe to foods that we love. It is one of those girl to girl talks that I do not have a frequent privilege of; so I was relishing all the vain details of our talk.
After a while, I noticed that she had to twist her neck sideways to talk to me so I asked her if she was feeling uncomfortable. Although we were using both Nepali and English to converse; we were liberal with our use of English words. Suddenly, the driver turns sideways to face me and says, “If you are feeling uncomfortable, you can come in the front.” In English! Every one inside the micro brought their chit-chat-chatter to a halt and looked at him. My friend looked at me and I gave her a smile. The driver then looks at me and I do not know where I am supposed to look now. You must think I am making this up but no, seriously, the driver started to speak in English with us. Me and my friend were not trying to boast about our language fluency in English and I feel neither was the driver trying to do so. There was something very naïve, simple and friendly about this gesture.
Somehow we make a lot of assumptions and one, to put it bluntly, is about drivers and conductors; or generally the profession that involves driving. But these moments when I come face to face with my assumptions, I feel happy about how they are proved wrong. Finally, I had something to show off to my friend from Delhi: a world of micros, micro drivers and conversations.
Microphile loves to travel however, since her fantasies of travels into the Egyptian pyramids and Saharian deserts are, well, mere fantasies; she makes do with the hazardous amount of traveling she has to do in micro-buses, aka, micros. She loves to read while traveling in micros. All that traveling has most probably caused some spinal/brain injuries that she is unaware of; while she continues to travel by micros every morning; observing the mundane and writing about them in this blog.
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