A Nepali's American Life - अमेरीकामा नेपालीको जीवन

यो लेख साधारण रुपमा हामीले प्रकाशन गर्ने लेखहरु भन्दा फरक छ । किनकी यो अमेरीका बसेको एक जना भाइको दैनिकी हो । यहाँ केहि असभ्य शब्दहरु पनि लेखिएका छन् तर सत्यलाइ सहि तरिकाबाट प्रस्तुत गर्नको लागि यी शब्दहरु जरुरी थिए त्यसैले जस्ताको तस्तै प्रकाशन गरिएका छन् । यसले यदि कसैलाइ कुनै तरिकाबाट हानी पुर्याउन गएमा हामी क्षमा चाहन्छौं ।

My day starts with a burning flame of Marlboro Light. Hell yeah!! Who gives a dam to anyone ? I had never imagined of such change in any person’s life so frequently. And do you know that reason behind it ? It’s the fucking surrounding around you. A child is born, he/she cries, yet everyone around laughs on that pain. Same goes on forever till death. And that’s the fucking lesson everyone should learn. I believe the worst part of life is work. May be it’s just what I feel. Clunk the car and go to work, put a hard rock song to its fullest volume, flip my window to half and light a cigarette. That’s what I usually do and love to. Reaching the workplace means yet another day in hell. Sometime, I feel like shooting all those mother fuckers down who come to the store I work. I am fed up of their noises from their ass-like mouth. And you know the other word they often say – “what’ up homie?” Are they really a human being or wot? Don’t they have a brain in their head or do they put their brain inside their ass? Shit man! How much of weed do they smoke in a days? Give me a rello… To those motherfuckers, I feel like shouting on their face. If u got your attitude then I also got mine. Why the do they not understand this is not the real world and life they are living? Fucking United States!! Why the hell are they like shits? Lets say even if I make an excuse, they’ll turn into barking dog. Another thing we hear time and again while working at gas station is the word “Thank You”. So many times that I feel who made this fucking word? Basically, words like “how you doing?”, “thank you”, “debit or credit”, and “what’s going on?” are pronounced by us more than any other. Even more than those abusive national languages we used to speak back in Nepal. Man! This world sucks; we are the one who faces thousands of people a day with different race and different language. Can you imagine? I even know what they smoke, what they are going to take and even the fucking time they are goanna come to my store. I may be late to work but those customers are damn punctual. They even make me hear their fucking god dam story about their family while shopping. Common dude, fuck off. I don’t want to hear about your family aunt, dad, mom I don’t even give a fuck, even if they died. And can you believe, those fuckers are never ready to listen.

More over, I’m not that fucker who run in the boarder to pick up that trash and fill the fucking cold cooler staying inside for an hour. I didn’t come to United States for this man. Did you hear me? Fuckers, give me a break. I had thought that America was full of good people and it’s the land of opportunity but now I feel like it was a fucking foolish story alike elephant-ant joke. Opportunity? This word sucks. I put this word in my ass right now. Cause, I’m not the fucking dumb ass white guy. I don’t have fucking white skin. I was born with brown skin. Hell yeah! Never think I’m bad though I got fucking awesome mind in me. I never put my brain in ass I got it in my head since I was born. I challenge every fucking Americans to compete with me. And I’m dam confident that I’ll kick every American’s ass in every field. You know why? Cause I’m brown, and I love to be. That’s how I feel about this fucking land and those fuckers living here who judge people by their skin and not there brain and emotion.