Katmandu…your strange bewildering will keep me home

of idyllic repose

So, I am sitting here in a small internet cafe in one of the many narrow backstreets of Kathmandu after almost seven years! Seven years since I last saw the insides of an internet cafe, as well. The city that defines a major part of me…and I’m reminded of Cat Stevens, oops, Yusuf Islam’s, “Katmandu”. 🙂

I have been itching to blog ever since I landed here, but thanks to the almost 16 hours of load-shedding, daily, and a very- weathered laptop, the feat remained unachieved until today. An urgent need to respond to a more urgent email brought me to my blog.

Kathmandu has barely changed since I was last here, sincerely, doing my O and A levels. Oh! Except for the explosion of consumerism in the forms of many malls and multiplexes.

Poverty, I still see it. Pollution, I breathe it. Music, I still hear it. The Royal Palace is now a museum, I need to go there.

There is something about Kathmandu that makes me feel like I never left.

Yusuf sums it up for me, pretty much.

I sit beside the dark
Beneath the mire
Cold grey dusty day
The morning lake
Drinks up the sky

Katmandu I’ll soon be seeing you
And your strange bewildering time
Will hold me down

Chop me some broken wood
We’ll start a fire
White warm light the dawn
And help me see
Old satan’s tree

Katmandu I’ll soon be touching you
And your strange bewildering time
Will hold me down

Pass me my hat and coat
Lock up the cabin
Slow night treat me right
until I go
Be nice to know

Katmandu I’ll soon be seeing you
And your strange bewildering time
Will keep me home

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