This morning as I left my flat to head out into Birganj, I discovered something very troublesome.
On many levels.
I paused, then composed a haiku:
I gave this country
education for the poor,
and they stole my bike.
So there it is. Nothing else. Moving [...]
Previously I wrote about some of the odd people I’d met in Jhapa district, namely Sunjay, the Islamic Extremists, and a child named Time Pass.
I’d now like to write about some of the odd Birganj-wallahs that have crossed my path since coming to this town. While I’ve made actual friends with whom I socialize, we [...]
I remember where I was last Tihar, a year ago. A year ago? A year ago I’d gone to Kathmandu to hang out at the Spice deraa, my old co-owned flat in Kathmandu, with some of the folks there.
Pardon me while I wax nostalgic, but a year ago I was living in a different house [...]
While I don’t usually use words like peaceful to refer to Birganj, I must say that last night’s triade of bombings in my hometown came as a surprise. Two of the bombs were at offices to the north of Birganj proper.
One, however, was located not far from Shripur.
I can’t remember when exactly, but last [...]
Just like Birganj, my flight from Kathmandu to Birganj was packed with characters. First of all, I had been away from the ‘Ganj for nearly six weeks.
I remember when Rob had been gone from Birganj for nearly two months people starting appearing every where to ask me, Where is Rob? Where is Rob?
I think some [...]
