So here I am in my house all alone on a Friday night, without a girlfriend,… and having diarrea. I’ve been having it for weeks on and off, and my anti-diarrea provisions are running out. Another setback…
But don’t think I didn’t have fun today. It’s Easter today, as I’ve been reminded by my Fokke en Sukke calender. But not in Nepal. And not in a lot of other countries is my guess. Of course what I mean is endorsed by the state. I’m sure a few here do celebrate Easter. But in Nepal another festivity IS celebrated with passion. With how much passion, I don’t know, because I’m at home, without a girlfriend, having diarrea, while everybody is feasting.
In Nepal, as in India, it’s Holi today! The festival of colours. In the west we celebrate in family circles, or, if you’re still an unatheist, in tall dark coffin-like buildings, that a guy was hammered to a cross. In Nepal you smear colours in eachothers head and throw lots of water at strangers.
As my workmate Ram puts it, the perfect recipy is to start drinking at eight o’clock in the morning. But we started at around eleven. To compensate for the late start, we called for the heavy artillery in the form of a bottle of whiskey. We relocated and drank some more whiskey, while colour smearing in between.
A minor incident occured when the whiskey was empty and Ram and his friend went to get some more. They were bombed with water and his friend couldn’t see where he was going due to water in his eyes.
When he regained his sight he discovered he was on a colision course with another motorcycle, and indeed the collision occured. Luckily no one was harmed, but the motorcycle was. It was not fit for travel. Luckily the motorcycle of one of their friends was stationed nearby. After starting it and their friend not coming out to see who the freak was busy stealing his motorcycle, they assessed it was safe to steal it and we got our liquor. Nepalis and traffic… yet another example that it is an horrendous combination.
Those happy times are over however. For me anyways. From not to far away I can hear a chorus of drunken singing Nepalis. Ram’s voice is probably amongst them, as is probably my roommate’s. And if this is not the case, than that doesn’t matter. Nothing heightens one’s loneliness more than hearing the rest of the world having fun while feeling pity for yourself.
Did I mention I’m experiencing the ill effects of diarrea? I had my fun today, and that has already cost me. The gods of my tummy are not amused. Under the veil of my skin they burp to show their disapproval. At last night’s feast I also twarted my health by drinking some beers,… This diarrea game is a delicate one, I’ m experiencing. You get back what you put in. A metaphor for life if you will.
Ah, good… my roommate just got back, and it seems he didn’t have as much fun as I feared. It’s always nice to hear these things. Well it’s nice to be able to finish a post on a positive note, so I’ll quit while I’m ahead.