Mr. Chandra Acharya Kirtipur, Kathmandu Jolly_chandra99@yahoo.

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READING WRITING NO JOBS, FLYING ABROAD A LOT OF RSs: A Tongue Twister of Nepalse Youngestrs & Adults

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The day was getting into the dark. The twilight panorama was ahead. The silence from the city crowd was spreading along with sweet sounds of evening birds. The sweet sounds of the birds from the evening primrose were the welcoming alarm for the cool air for the refreshment of the tireless daybreaks. I was busy in my networked computer since I got the lunch at 1:30. Suddenly my tiny mobile on the reading table made a ring and I found that it was a call from my dear nephew Mr. Suman permanently from Biratchowk, Morang. His call was from Gausala Kathmandu and he informed me that he had arrived there with a morning bus for some special work. He didnt share me the every details of his special work and asked me that he was heading to my room at Kirtipur where I had been living there for three years for my masters degree in TU. He arrived at the room without any dilemma at the junction that he had already been there three times before. We talked about his visit in Kathmandu. As he told, I knew that he was going to face a final interview for a foreign employment through an SOS manpower agency located at Balaju. The interview was for Baskin Robbins, an ice-cream parlor, in UAE. I was very much eager to know the every detail of the manpower agency and the work he was applying for because it was my responsibility and fatherly behavior towards him being a MAMA. To do otherwise, is to work blindly and no success could be in future that the future is not in our control except speculation. I found him in worry and hurry about the possible scenario of the next days interview. He asked me some ideas about possibly taken interview related to his work. My immediate response to him was THANK GOD. And my thank to him was not for his visit to me to get some guidelines suitable to his interview because the visit was not a new to me, it was his

habit to meet me in his each and every problems that he faced. Getting some ideas to write a love letter to his someone special and getting ideas to overcome the gang-fight were some nice examples of his visit to me. The heart-touching reason behind my thanking was, I was the only dear and pear and a fatherly man to him even there were many handsome and beautiful relatives with the handsome and beautiful rooms and apartments in the expensive city. I was really speechless at the moment he talked these things. Then I, with emotional feelings, shared some ground rules of any interview and the dos and donts that an interviewee should adopt with special reference to his work he was applying for. We searched the very important information in the related websites of Baskin Robbins in my networked computer. We found that Baskin Robbins was an ice-cream parlor established in 1945 in California by Burt Baskin and Irv Robbins which is a multinational companyThen we took the roles of an interviewer and interviewee to expedite his confidence. Suppose you are a waiter in a hotel, how do you behave with the nasty customer?, stay calm, listen, communicate and if it doesnt work grab the supervisor/manager and let him know the problems was an example that we did in our imaginative interview. We continued these things till midnight then we went for bed thinking about a nice dream of success. I found the morning music from my mobile phone near to my pillow which was for the morning alarm. And the music was, Jaga lamka chamaka hey Nau JAWAN ho I found the morning music from my mobile phone near to my pillow which was for the morning alarm. The alarm was at 4:45am in the morning, because I am a morning man and we soon need to reach at Tibet Hotel Intl Baudda, Kathmandu which was the venue for the interview. It was 5:57am that we had started to our destiny because we had to reach there at 7:30am at any cost. We took a bus at Kirtipur Nayabazar and left for the place. The journey was quite pleasing with the silence ahead except some horns from the nearby vehicles. We were in the front seat opposite to the driver. The cold air was blowing through the window and the outside panorama was eye-catchy because of early morning journey. I found Mr. Suman in worry and hurry thinking about the possible scenario of the interview. Thus, the good business, that I left no stone unturned to feel him at ease and comfort was really praise worthy at the time. I talked about the no-traffic-jam environment we had ahead and the other very interesting thing was; I tried a lot to divert his mind from his worry and hurry to a nice lady of teens beside to us. After then, an energy I spent, he started to make a pleasing talk to her that he used to love beautiful girls very much since he started his schooling. After then, an energy I spent, he started to make a pleasing talk to her. It really made me happy because my tricky business to divert his mind was successful. Finally, we reached at our destiny of the day at 7:05am with pleasing journey but I dont know how Mr. Suman and the nice lady left did apart because I was much concentrated to his interview rather than what the youngsters talked each other. We

moved our eyes to search the hotel at about 53 seconds and we found it 50 meter far from the place we got off the bus. We stayed under a big umbrella in front of Pathivara Kitchen and asked for two cups of tea. He asked the kitchen owner to have a smoke but suddenly I stopped him not to smoke and answered him the smoke may not be enjoying to the interviewer. The reason to smoke to him was; smoking overcomes tensions, a tongue twister of the youngsters. My eyes, suddenly, moved towards the crowd at the entrance of the Tibet hotel. Some of them were gossiping and some others were discussing and making talks each other. The people in the crowd were handsome and seemed to be college lecturers that could easily be noticed from their well dressed manner. Being close to them, I found the talks and the gossip was about the same thing that Mr. Suman had wondering for two days. Some of them had pieces of paper and others were in to and fro to have the paper, a set of questionnaire for the interview, photocopied. The environment was really interesting there and I became a little bit curious that it was my habit. Therefore, I moved to the crowd and introduced to them myself. The introduction was really interesting and sad too. The reason is, some of them in the crowd were the college lecturers; some others were master and bachelor level students. There were no ordinary people applying for the post. Suddenly, I found something difficult and was speechless that their talk broke my heart. The talk was none other than about the hopeless journey of NEPALSE YOUNGESTRS and ADULTS ahead. Suddenly, I found something difficult and was speechless that their talk broke my heart. The talk was none other than about the hopeless journey of NEPALSE YOUNGESTRS and ADULTS ahead. I felt the pathetic situation of the nation along with the hopeless college lecturers and the masters and bachelor students because I had no exception to that even I was a masters degree student. The funny tongue at the moment there was; READING WRITING NO JOBS, FLYING ABROAD A LOT OF RSs. The voice was really funny but it was far more heart-breaking. Having a glance to the hopeless feeling; READING WRITING NO JOBS, FLYING ABROAD A LOT OF RS and the nasty political leaders activities and the crisis and violence for decades in the country my mind was full of queries and evokes that whether the Nepalese people have inability to understand the system of politics or the political mechanism, I mean the government is unable to lead the bravery of the nation building dreadful hearts. Mostly the students who are the building blocks of a nation are much suffered by the ongoing crises in the mechanism of our nation. It is really ridiculous as well as sorrowful that our university certificates are in danger and have no sites for those excellent Gorkhes that we students have earned after a long brain storming ups and downs academic years from our first step of schooling. I am in a great dilemma whether to be here in Nepal or to be banished myself or ultimately kick the bucket talking and talking a lot about my mother and my dear motherland. The

situation is really pathetic to us these days. It is really mysterious and sorrowful that who is responsible for the downwards movement of our university certificates; certificates; an inborn human brain!, our nation!, a citizen!, the political system!, the law of the nation! or the government??? Finally, a ring came from a nearby entrance of the Tibet hotel. Then, the crowd of short listed candidates including my very dear nephew Mr. Suman entered the hotel for the interview. I wished him a nice BEST OF HIS LUCK and took a bus to my room at Kirtipur thinking a lot about the misery, hunger, crisis, violence and political gambling of the nasty leaders for decades in the country and about my nephews interview. The End