Sunday, December 6, 2015

The Outcasts

The outcasts
It’s his first day in high school and he is alone. Well the elementary school wasn't a happy place either but the high school has made it worse. He is a commerce student and it’s his first day in high school. The schools a recent one so therearen't much student. The cell phone is allowed in his school which is odd among high schools. He enters his class and puts his bag down and turns his headphone to full volume. He watches as the students come in groups and sit in their choice of seat. Well at least his class has got a lot of them. The first class is economics and as with everywhere in the world its introduction time. He is closing his eyes with his headphones on. “Ouch!” the teacher throws his marker cap at him and he pulls his headphone down “hey you! Yeah you with the headphones, introduce yourself”.  He stands up “Hello everyone, I’m Ravin Shrestha...” “Tell me more about yourself, your hobbies, friends, parents?” ouch! Well it wasn't his favorite topic. He doesn't have any friends, none that matters anyway. And his parents don’t live with him and he doesn't know where they are. All he knows is that they live somewhere far but they send him a juicy check anyway. With all his guts he speaks “I’m into dark sketches and writing. I don’t have much friends but I do have some of the great ones. And, I don’t live with my parents.” “Thank you. I expect you to keep your headphones down now.”    
He looked on as they introduced themselves. He didn't bother to know them for he knew that he would be alone, no matter what happens. The periods passed and the lunch began. 3 hours of nonstop introduction and useless chitchats of the students had kinda pissed him off?  The lunch came and he sat at one corner of the canteen and ate in silence enjoying the peace and calmness within. He looks and watches as they eat. After the lunch it’s back to class again. Bored he tries to sleep but all he gets in response is marker caps. Finally when the day is over he rushes to his house. It’s been like this for two years now, since his parents left him he has been living alone. Elementary school wasn't much fun. He was treated as an outsider, an outcast. In those two years he has modified his house, tearing down the walls and creating a large room which he calls ‘the steam room’ since he blows off his steam in that particular room. The neighbors’ a normal one with a park and a lot of open spaces which is odd to find in Lalitpur, the so called ‘brick city’ as there is a lot of brick alleys known locally as ‘the galli’s’. The most recent activity is that a café opened, right in front of his house. At least he would have a decent cup of coffee now. He smiled and shot straight to his house. He opens up the refrigerator and takes out a mini bottle of ‘Minsk’ which is a sort of Vodka, pours a little bit of it on the glass and goes to the kitchen. The wall between the kitchen and the living room had been torn down recently so he could enjoy TV while cooking. He makes himself a decent lunch i.e. scrambled egg with French toast along with a dark coffee and turns on the TV. Putting aside the Minsk he eats down his lunch and after that he drinks up his Minsk. Well coffee and alcohol isn’t the best combination so he falls asleep very quickly.
He wakes up around 12 am. He looks outside his room window which is on the ground floor. The café next door is still open. He goes out of his house towards the café. The window is open but curtains are closed, and there is some soft music playing. He stays there for a while and then he hears a female voice, “Dad, it’s only been 3 days here and I already miss you.” and he hears someone sobbing. Not knowing what to do he pulls up his notepad from his back pocket and writes a welcome note. “Hey! Welcome to LP. Sorry for eavesdropping but I kina heard your sobbing. Lighten up dude. –your neighbor, Outcasted Phantom” Outcasted Phantom is his alias which he writes down below his dark heart arts. He knocks on the door and goes back to his house with a smile. Once in the house he empties the bottle of Minsk and watches the TV till dawn. At around 5 am he looks out of his window, he is sober by this time and wow! The café’s open. He pulls on his hood and goes towards the café. “Hello aunty. Can I have a cup of coffee?” He puts up a fake smile as he greets the neighbor. “Oh! Hello Ravi. Since you are the first customer here, this one is on the house.” The neighbor replies with the smile. He drinks up the coffee and leaves “ok aunty it’s getting late for school!” “But it’s just 5 am! The school ain’t gonna start for another 2 hours!” “Well I like going there early. I get the chance to get prepared for the day.” He smiles and leaves. And is say again his high schools and odd one, it has no uniform and electronic gadgets are allowed there. The schools starts from 7 am and lasts till 2pm having 4 periods each lasting 1.5 hours with an hour of lunch break after two periods.
So after paying for the coffee he goes to his house and lights up a cigarette. He leaves half an hour after that. Well he is kinda used to it. It’s been like this his entire life. The elementary school was exactly like this but it did have some exceptional days, which left him devastated in the end. After the school it’s back to home again. He now cleans the dishes from the previous night and turns on the TV. His cell phone rings at around 5pm, ‘Maya’ calling. “Where the hell is she calling from?” he picks up his phone grumbling. “Yo!” “Hey, Ravin I’m really sorry for last time… sorry for the way I ended things with you...” “No, you don’t have to be. You made me realize the truth, made me realize that I am an outcast. Actually I am thankful for that.” “Ravi…” “I’m done… done with you, done with having fake friends and useless mates. I know it gets lonely sometimes but I’m satisfied at being alone…at least it’s safe.” he hangs up. Well things had ended badly after the last exam of elementary school with Maya. They used to be best buddies but apparently Maya had faked that. “No! I ain’t gonna dwell on the past memories again.” Saying this he pulls out another bottle of Minsk from the fridge and empties it in a single gulp. The booze soon gets to him and he falls asleep very shortly after that
He wakes up at around 11pm. For some reason he looks at the café immediately after waking up. It’s still open. He goes up to the café and as soon as he reaches the door of the café he sees the ‘Closed’ sign. But he hears a familiar voice, the voice that he heard last night.  “Dad, I really miss you.” and some sobbing. He tries to look inside but the curtains too thick but he sees the outline of that person and all he could tell from the outline is that it’s a female and definitely not the aunty. Being the sensitive kind he wishes to go in and give her some comfort. As soon as he is about to knock he realizes that he doesn’t know the person at all but the urge remains. So he writes again “Hey dude. It’s me again. You look like you could really use a friend. Call me at 98********. I just can’t hear you crying every night, it’s been two days straight, and at least try to sleep because I saw your shadow all night long.-your neighbor, Outcasted Phantom” he leaves the note, knocks the door and heads towards his house. Once inside he makes himself a sandwich, a dark coffee and waits for the morning to come.
********
2 weeks later
the days were going normal for him until a few days ago. Oddly enough some of the nerds of the class spoke with him and included him in their group. By then he knew most of the names and it changed the world for him. He was one of the nerds now but he still felt outcasted as he still has no idea what they talk about as they talk in their sciency language. He still sits alone but at least he is not alone in the lunch and during the 5 minutes break after each period he talks with them. In the English class today the teacher, Nawaraj, told that the teens can be classified into 6 different groups i.e. the jocks/ athletes, the gossips, the handsome/beautiful, the friendly, the nerds and the loners. This made him laugh which in turn led him out of the class. Later the teacher asks him what the laugh was about to which he calmly replies “sir I don’t belong into any of those groups. So I just wanted to bail out of the class.” “You don’t say.” He smiles and sends him back to the class. He still had another period to go so he put his head phone on. The last period was of Nepali, which usually makes him sleep and he slept like a bear all throughout the period.
The notice board has a new notice. “This is to inform the students that it is compulsory for all the students to take an extra class starting from Sunday. The options are:
I. Sports(basket ball, football, cricket)
II. Dance/singing or music
III. Articles and literatures (Newspaper, Speeches, and library management)
The students who refuse to choose the extra classes will be put in Library management by default”
He signs up for ‘Article and Literatures’ and shoots straight to home. He prepares his lunch (buffalo steak and salad) and eats them with some Vodka. The alcohol soon takes its tall and he falls asleep.
He wakes up when his cell starts up ringing “Tweet Tweet SMS”. He checks up his cell. The text was from an unknown number. “Hello Outcasted Phantom. It’s the girl from the café. You can call me ‘Obscure Hope’. Thanks for the notes. You made me realize that hope can come from anywhere. I first saw you about two weeks ago while you were going away from the café and all I saw was a guy with a hood. I saw you a few times after that, I think, and still all I saw was a guy with the hood. Seriously, though I still haven’t seen your face. I wanna get to know you but I’m afraid of knowing you as I’ve lost everyone I ever had. My mom died when I was 10 and my dad’s all messed up and I am here alone. Still don’t know why he sent me here though. Having an aunty doesn’t make it much easier. Physically yes but psychologically not much. I’m glad that I have such a good neighbor.” To which he replied “we can just stay text friends. You don’t have to know me. And about your being alone situation, all I can say is that I’ve been there and felt that. To be honest I’m still trying to deal with all my messed up emotions. And I’m glad that you finally decided to reach me out. I was getting alone myself. :D. Good night. And at least try to sleep tonight. I know that you haven’t slept ever since you came here.” He then takes out another bottle of mini Minsk and empties it. It is the only way that he could sleep since sleeping pills are not allowed for people under 20years.



Thursday, October 15, 2015

Unsure

I've never been treated like this
like being spitted upon and kissed
upon by the same person
the ways she flips these 
personalities inside me. we clicked
the first day we met
when she hissed those...
what the fuck were those words?
i cant remember them, those verbs 
spitted out in the suburbs at that time, 
were those blessings or were those cursed words
springing back and forth
cause those vowels has crashed me down
but i can't even frown as 
the power surged from within me
from those same fucking words and
switch boards been completely manhandled and 
as i say "i hate that bitch, i wanna kill..."
the speech gets stuck 
just in those last two verbs as i realize 
i love her, wanna hug her, i wanna kiss...
No i cant ! can i? AH! those 
lips, those eyes, yeah crazy eyes...
shit snap out of it, i gotta realize
the reality of this realm, that despises every move
I made, that forced me to hide inside my blankets for years,
those thankless ghouls
but her soul somehow soothed me down and 
made me Nuts off at the same time
so I'm writing these lines
oh! wait- What the Fuck! i just ran out of Rhymes!!!!
   
  

Thursday, July 2, 2015

the 25th hour.. the core

The 25th hour
 Filled with anger… filled with love… weird… that’s what I am, but I can’t help it. That’s just who I am. My childhood was a dark one (not gonna reveal it) and from that rose my issues. Cultivated over 15 years, born in booze and isolation it grew. I hear voices. My own voices which are taunting me, tells me that I don’t deserve any friend cause I hurt them. You don’t need to be a close one to be hurt. Although I do admit that the close ones are the one who are hurt the most. I have no control over myself. I am a Ronin, a wanderer. Elementary school was a bad experience, High school, even worse. Of course I made friends, who can live without friends… as much as you claim to be an antisocial, you need friends. None of them lasted and I have hurt the ones who have tried to understand me.
There was one person who understood me, almost. She never even knew that my issues- anger, despair, hallucinations, foul outbursts, and sudden falling down- existed and she got hurt badly. There is a reason why I keep these things hidden. I hurt the ones one I love the most. That’s the reality and no matter how hard I try to protect them from me … I become their worst nightmare.
I don’t wanna be alone but that’s what I have to be if I want to protect the ones that I love. Unrequited loves, almost-best buddies-… they are the ones who are hurt the most and while one has miraculously recovered from the hurt, others still remain in pain. If you are wondering why I hurt you, well it’s because I wanna protect you from the greater danger, that’s me. Believe me when I say this you don’t wanna fully know me. I am kind, I am loving, caring but I am filled with anger. It is said that misplaced anger is the most dangerous of all the anger and the bad part is you’ll never know when the anger will explode.
I know that I ain’t the only one facing this. But as one once said “you may know about their journey, you may even know their whole story but you have no idea how they truly felt so don’t judge anyone” I follow this… infect this is one of the codes I follow. I try to know people before I make friends. Friends… that are a thing I choose very carefully. When I say that you are my friend… I truly mean it. I know dying ain’t the bravest option but if I say that you are a friend that means that I’d support and help you till my last breath. That being said… I have lost a lot of friends. I hang on to the slightest thread of friendship and then, they suddenly leave. I know that they have their own reasons but come on, not even a call? That’s just rude.
Like I said I don’t wanna hurt people. I have one of those psychological things that make me slightly more sensitive to people’s facial expressions. 5years if learning to fake expressions and a year of learning to make facial expression have made me extra sensitive. This is the good part. The bad part is that I feel it, not much but slightly and I am more sensitive to negative emotions than positive emotions, hell one friend (not gonna mention her mane, yes she is a female) named me be negative. I feel all those shitty emotions of the people around me. The more pain I cause the more I get hurt. Loneliness is the worst thing anyone can ever be given-as I have experienced it- but sometimes in order for you to save the ones that you love you have no other options left but to stay alone and feel this pain.
“I ain’t no graceful person… I am the broken windows during feb, I am the gunshots muffed by a few city blocks, I ain’t no Saturday morning or a Friday night… I am a mid Tuesday; 2 am, I fall from grace with a dull thud” that almost perfectly defines me. I am a guy born on the 25th hour, an hour that occurs every 64 years. I know I ain’t but I sure as hell think I am.
You are supposed to be your best friend but I am my worst enemy. I destroy everything I try hard to create.                   I have hallucinations- voices telling me what I truly feel- and the only time I don’t hear these voices is when I’m drunk. But as soon as the dizziness from the booze clears the voices scream even louder. “Numbing the pain for a while will only increase its intensity when you finally feel it- William c. hann” its true but for me a few minutes of silence in my head is priceless. No one knows you better than yourself… but what if your own subconscious taunts you? What will you do? Suicide?? NO! You once promised yourself that you won’t do it. No matter how hard the life becomes and it just happens to be the one that doesn’t break promises. That puts you in a very crappy situation doesn’t it?
I am one of them; the ones who feel like they belong to all those leap hours of the leap years that didn’t happened. Many are voiceless but I have the words and I am trying to expresses the voices of the voiceless. I am full of flaws. Depressed (believe when people say that they are depressed casually they don’t have the slightest clue to that the depression is like but we know what a monster it is… trying to feed on us), anger issues, schizophrenia and all those psychological shits that you have an are still surviving… hats off to yall. I am among the 25th hourers.
Those unsaid words, unrequited loves, those huge crushes, those sack of shit best friends, those hours spent on trying to be distracted via art, music or any other way… just to be busy… just to be distracted, will matter one day. Just be sure to say what’s in your heart (the good ones, even if they are risky) cause dude, life is too short. I learnt that after I lost my friend to the quake. I had soo much to say to her… soo much to share, and one day I lost her. She was gone just like that. The tears that I had blocked for years came exploding out. Of course I ain’t immune to sadness and I had shed some tears before that but that was immense. It’s never easy to lose a friend. That came to me twice. But anyhow…… survive my damaged peeps for you will matter one day.    

Friday, May 29, 2015

m sorry

like i said the life is never fair
so many things i've said before
and now i regret them
shit how the life turns out.....
people change and so did i
but i dont know if its for better or for worst
and i wanna say
m sorry
for the way i've been
and all i've seen is misery
cant usee them too?
i know u can.

don turn your back against them for they may come for you too
the miseries and so sill happiness if u just look the right way
and i don even know what to say
for all i've been is a jerk
and what the fork
i've been trying to change
but still
m not changed yet and don even xpect me to
cnahge completely

Saturday, May 2, 2015

i want to....

this is for those people who want to help but cant
i wanna do sth
but what about my parents?
they are worried
i know that
many have lost their
but i have survived
but yet i cant make them cry
and even though i try
to convince them
they wont understand
so i am trapped
in between yes and no
and i can't help but feel
helpless
i have energy to help
and heart
but the physical condition
for i am a victim too
and i'm being torn apart
from this helplessness
i am fit and fine
but scared
i have the will to go
but the courage is smeared
by the shakes
of the quakes
its a bit long but it has 3 cases

Friday, May 1, 2015

please

so many things unsaid
now will never come out
your life was all about
love
yes, you gave love
shared
everything you had
but that wasn't enough
no not for the god
 he wanted more
so he took you
leaving us in pain

"lets hope to be good friends"
yea thats what you said
for you knew that
i cared
and in your eyes is saw love
maybe too much
I should've told you that
a fact
that led to...
no! i cant say that word
i care too much
know that you'll be remembered

i know you cant hear us anymore
but i hope that our voices
reaches you, in the afterworld
we love you, hear that
we all love you please come back
simmi please
i beg you please
for you had soo much to give
and soo much to recieve
and we
had much to give you
so please
come back

: love, pranish snesei(soon to be but not never will be)