A walk through Kathmandu

Kathmandu.
City of Kings, Gods and pollution, and with kings and gods comes: Corruption.
Not to mention protests and crises.

A walk through the city the day before...

A police van roaring its way through the heavy traffic of Putalisadak. Monks inside the van. "FREE TIBET" "CHINA LEAVE OUR COUNTRY". Smily faces all around. I didn't know this thing... what do you call it.. protest.. was still going on. Very dedicated.. I see these Tibetians are. Nationalism you call it, no, maybe ethnicity...

The feeling for your ethnic interests.. that you are one... and that anyone interfering with those interests is an alien.

No fear of the alien nation
No fear of the hatred they preach....
Scorpions again. Kudos to Scorpions!!!

Anyway, the Tibetians don't seem to ever give up. I don't know.

And, then I saw this petrol station... no queue of vehicles. Just the day before the price of petrol was legally increased to Rs.100 per litre.. and today the bastards (a thousand apologies...courtesy: that Indian character in Mind your Language) start providing petrol... the way they stock their petrol and wait for the price to increase... that was the main reason for the crisis.

Human nature, maybe.
Anti-social, maybe.

And I have a confession to make.
I had to bribe (oh I hate that word) a fellow for providing me petrol without having to stay in the queue at Bhadrakali Petrol Pump...he was an army driver who told the officials there that our vehicle belonged to a Major..

Does situation make a person bad? Well no. I don't blame the situation. I blame myself. I allowed myself to be enslaved by the excuse of the situation. Eternally damned.