Devdas.Sawariyaan.Ram-leela.
One name is common in these three movies, What could that be?It is a no brainer,right? You are so very correct.No doubt that your answer was Sanjay Leela Bhansali.Here,I am not critically rating any movie nor am I talking about the stories in particular; I am talking about the amazing imagination of the man of the dreamy magnificent sets. Well,you must be wondering why out of nowhere I am talking about Sanjay Leela Bhansali,( you may be thinking I ran out of baked hearts, sugar coated memories, fairy tale wishes and kisses to write about but I have not, I am full of those sorts of crap :P) .What happened was, after my last exam (which I originally was planning to flunk but I didn’t) I went to watch the movie “Ram-Leela” at Fcube (Fcube because it is really close to my exam centre,also I wanted to go there, guess what?when QFX is hiking up its ticket price, ticket price at Fcube is really kissable :P). Alright, let me not get carried away like always, I sit at the seat with popcorn ani get my eyes ready for the almost three hour movie.
Throughout the whole movie, I did not see what was really happening to the story of movie but my attention was all snatched by the amazingly artistic set in which the movie was shot. Leela’s room was like so freaking amazing, the pool in frontyard of her room had banyan tree growing in middle of the green pool with all those romantic shoots growing from all over and almost touching the face of that pool.(kasto nai ramro thiyo, you should see for yourself, I can’t correctly describe it… the image at the top is what i am trying to describe).Same with Devdas and Sawariyaan, you know how crazily beautiful the place was. Whenever you see Sanjay Leela Bhansali’s movie, you know it is the projection of his wild creative imagination. Ah! And the attires of the heroines, they are like super WOW! Movie herdai garda ni I was like … kati kharcha garyo hola yo euta geet shoot garna… Leela has wore 5-6 dresses till now, euta kai kati liyo hola…that Man must be the gold king Midas, to be able to spend so much.
Nevertheless, his work is just praise worthy and admirable. If you ask me to choose between a fairy land and Sanjay leela Bhansali’s movie set guess which one would I choose???

“Samanupatik” and “Pratakshya” – two words for the day. Before I get to the story hidden behind those two amazing words, I so want to share my first voting experience. Even before that let me talk about my picture in my voting ID card, only if I could, I would lock it in a box and bury it or if I could burn the ID and again burn ashes of it… that is how much I loathe the hideous printed picture of myself (even photoshop and instagram would fail to win the make-my-face-seeable mission, I look that much hideous). Enough about myself I guess, well! I was not sure if I would go and caste my vote, I logged into facebook and the newsfeed was flooded with you know what – everyones’ magnified thumb with purplish blue mark (like a manicure horribly gone wrong) and their updated status – voting for the first time #nepalvotes… I voted what about you… feeling wonderful voting… blah blah vote… vote blah blah… Yes! I should not be saying more, you must know all about it.

My mother is wiser or lazy , I don’t know which? You guys decide for yourself. She said “kaha ailey dekhi janey vote halna, deuso tira janey ho, line basnu pardaina.” So, me, mom and my sister left home for voting at around 2 pm, everyone were walking in groups, talking about today. Mobiles and cameras were restricted in the voting centre so, we handed our gadgets to dad and went to the centre. Damn the rules, I could have got a picture of myself voting. I entered the gate and guess what? I felt like walking down the red carpet (ignore the fact there was no red carpet, well in fact no carpet at all) … every pair of eyes were examining us, as we were the only voters there… hehe(thank mom) we did not have to stay at line but were confused kata janey, if we were early atleast we could have followed others like sheep 😛 . Well, the guard said which line we were to go… Mom lai “ga” and dd ra malai “kha” line ma jau bhanyo. I searched where that stupid Kha was, but the stupid glue had come out and the letter was hidden with almost khasna lako paper written Kha. Then I took out my stupid hideous ID card and showed it to the volunteerS (big S as there were many men checking on the same thing two times thrice.) Well, you all know how this all goes, sab jana vote halera nai ako hola.

Then one of the volunteer says “dd bahini ako raicha ta… mukh ustai raicha dubai jana ko”. (Thank you Mr.Idontknowyou who thinks we look alike which we don’t. I guess the volunteers were bit bored resting their bottom at the same bench since whole day at same spot. They were making small conversation. It was not their fault to get me wrong as the elder one because I look giant than my sister. I was so freaking nervous already and they talking was not helping me. I took the big blue paper and went through all the signs, and then I was like “I was to vote samanupatik ma and pratakshya, which one is this?” the feeling was just like exam bela ko, having two confusing sure answers for same question. Then I hit the stamp in one sign (I am not telling which :P) … then it was Niki’s turn to, she shouts from the booth – “ oi yo kun chainey ho?” I had no freaking idea to answer. It was like blind leading a blind. Then I took the pink paper with so many signs, this time I knew it was samanupatik wala turn but I forgot what it meant. So, I thought for a while and hit the stamp to the same sign.

After we came out of the voting centre, I asked mom and Niki what they did. And guess what, they turned out to be just as much stupid as I was. Atleast mom should have idea about the word “samanupatik” and “pratakshya” as this was not her first time voting but she was still confused. Bato bhari we kept on discussing the right definition for the words. I wonder how many of us really are aware about correct voting process and more importantly whom to vote as we hardly know our candidates. We know more celebreties of other countries than the people responsible for our country, I don’t blame others but myself for being ignorant about this. I felt bad that I was so careless for not doing simple research about the voting process. I felt like a Nepali citizen for the first time when I held that pen like stamp with swastika sign, I for a second felt that feeling of responsibility. I swear to myself I will be responsible about my rights from now on. That stamped vote was not as easy to drop like any other paper in the dustbin… it felt precious!