Oh, It’s time to GO again!

Since I was 13, I am in a constant loop of going and coming, departing and arriving. First, I left my primary school at 13. The school was just one-minute walk from my home and my mother was a teacher of Social Studies in that school (by the way, that’s why I’m not so social many times, When your mommy is a teacher, who cares about studies and homework? They are just fun, you know!)

Anyway, I left that school because it was time to go for another higher school where my mom wouldn’t be teaching any social or anti-social studies. That school, of course, was far from my home. It would take almost 45 minutes to reach there and at that time we didn’t have those scary things what many people call buses or taxis or whatever. We had our robust feet and we solely and happily depended on those. Everything was fun. Life was fun.

Ambitions grow and people move. Needs expand and people move. Expectations increase and people have to leave, and I had to leave. I had to leave that sweet village and march towards a small city in another pursuit of happiness.

When you enter a city, things are completely different. It’s not only in Nepal, it’s everywhere. Things in a village and things in a city are always different, and often opposite.

Well, after spending two years in that small and cute city, which looks like a teenage model . had to move to another scary city called Kathmandu. It was the city where my brother was already struggling to become an IT expert and a business jockey. Now he has managed to be both. I’m happy for him.

I had so called ‘very good’ grades in high school so I was naturally supposed to study Natural Sciences and become a successful medical doctor or something similar like that. I remember the day when my brother brought science books for me, I was just intimidated. That night I couldn’t sleep properly and kept wondering how on earth people can read such thick and scary books! Life was no more fun, my friend.

I digested those scary books and finished higher secondary school and then a bachelor’s and some other small courses. I wasn’t static in Kathmandu too. I was moving from one faculty to another and jumping from one subject to another like the monkey left alone in a dense forest.

Let’s not go into detail now. At the moment I’m in a country called Finland and doing a degree in Social Services and what they also call community development stuff. My experience in a foreign country has simply been enriching. I have gathered a huge pile of experiences- good and bad, serious and funny, depressing and liberating. Experiences of doing odd jobs and going to bed at 3:00 am in the morning, experience of falling in and out of love, and the amazing experience of meeting wonderful and friendly people who make my day.

I have started packing for my trip. I’m a traveler so there won’t be much stuff to carry. I have bought some nice Finnish chocolates as gifts, that’s all. In fact, I am seriously thinking about my research work and its possible implications. I know that these three months will be really important for my entire career and this time period will determine my future direction.

Leaving for Bangladesh is certainly exciting, but leaving Finland and all these wonderful faces is not so easy at all. But again I think about my octogenarian granny and the talk that we had last December when I was in Nepal. She wanted me to be a stable boy. Her definition of stability is rather peculiar. My granny thinks that I should be in Nepal, find work as a clerk or some sort of officer or help my brother in his thriving business, get married to a nice girl and have some kids. And this idea is, of course, amusing, but not realistic at all to me.

Final words that I told to my granny were,

“Grandma, nothing on this universe is stable, how I can be one?”

She didn’t understand my question, instead just smiled and said, “ Oh, who can win talking with you?.”

Yes, granny, nothing is stable and I prefer to be an utterly unstable, unsteady, deviant wanderer.

(I received some comments from my readers that it is good if I don’t post others’ stuff, but write about my personal experiences. That’s a nice suggestion and I’m going to do that now onwards. I will have further updates from Bangladesh and my research and so on.)