The Bat Cave - (Incomplete; publishing 5 years later. See transcript)

Hi World! I stumbled across a blog maintained by my old English teacher when I suddenly came to the realization that I once did some casual, extra writing as well, on Blogger. This piece below is rather interesting: in the sense that I have completely forgotten what I was trying to write. I love when this happens. It's almost like digging up an archaeological site and trying to figure out what exactly I was going after. The titled "The Bat Cave" does not ring a bell at all. Although... wait a sec! Was it the Bat Cave in Pokhara I visited with my brothers over this holiday?? It might have been! It's amazing how simple I was, back then..still an optimistic adolescent. This blog in general, reminds me that I should try and be a bit more positive in my outlook on life. It's full of BS but I was in fact writing a lot of crap just to get it published on Yahoo Voices to make a quick buck. I do want to start writing again.. let's see where we go with this.


December, 2014.

I had returned home to Nepal after three long years in America. Three whole years of new experiences, both good and bad. I needed a break. I wanted home, I wanted to see my mother.

I arrived on Christmas Eve. My French cousin and his friend were there to receive me at the airport. They put me in a cab after bargaining a good deal with one of the hawking drivers.

Nepal was primitive. The taxi zoomed full speed into the nooks and corners of Kathmandu. There were no street lights--Nepal observed several hours of load shedding(rolling blackout) everyday, and the only thing lighting the streets were the headlights from the numerous vehicles, both two and four wheelers. To top the chaos, the entire city was as dusty as it could get, to a degree where wearing a dust mask was almost always necessary when treading the busy streets.

I finally reached home. My childhood image of the house was quite magnificent compared to the actual state of the building. The once tall and soaring house was now a medium sized residential concrete building.

I surprised my mom and aunt who were very glad to see me. They expected me to arrive at least a day or so later. It was my idea in telling the cousin to be discreet about the itinerary.

The family was back together. My other family which comprised of two younger cousins and their mother were in India at the moment. They were returning home to see me.

My first few days in Nepal were ones with mixed feelings. As happy as I was in being reunited with my mother, I was spoiled enough with the relatively luxurious amenities of America that I grew frustrated at the poor infrastructure of the house and the country.

We visited all the sacred Buddhist temples within the metropolis, which as predicted was on top of my mother's to-do list. While at it, we enjoyed the local grub, specifically the "Street Chai" of New Road.

I slowly grew bored. Boring people are prone to get bored after a while.

My cousins finally returned.

The elder one had completely changed in mentality although remaining the same in stature and appearance. He'd become what they call, a "Teenage Dirtbag," although his teen years were well past him. The younger one however, had metamorphosed into an unrecognizable figure. He was as tall as me, and now, bulky.

Fun times began, especially the night life.