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30th All India Governor’s Gold Cup

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Rinchen
on October 26, 2008
in Sikkim
. 23 Comments

Photograph by: Shital Pradhan

Sikkim’s all about football frenzy. Went to watch the final of the Governor’s Gold Cup yesterday where the match was scheduled between Army XI and Three Star Nepal. I’m not a football buff or anything neither did I watch the earlier games. But I missed last year’s final too so I wanted to watch this time for sure. 

The stadium was packed and the first thing that I thought was - God, I hope no one’s planted a bomb or anything. Yeah, I know I was being paranoid but couldnt help myself. After the cultural programme ended and the match was about to start and I was still alive, I relaxed a bit.

I wasnt paying much attention while the team announcements were made so when the match starts, I dont know which team is which. I nudge my aunt, sitting next to me (who’s The football buff) and she doesnt know either. I dont think she cared much; she was busy cheering most of the time and gossiping with the other lady sitting next to her anyway.

I wanted to ask the other people sitting around me but I think - what the heck, I’ll figure that soon enough once they start playing. And thats how by the time the match reaches near half time, I still dont know which is the Nepal team so I can cheer for them! By this time, its too late for me to ask other people for fear of appearing extremely stupid! I look closely at the blue team and catch the words ARMY on their jersey - then went, aahh… All this when the Nepal team was playing in its national flag colours of red and blue.

In the meantime, a kid sitting behind announces - Mama, I feel like going for toilet number two. I felt sorry for the poor mother who had to miss a most exciting start by obliging to her son’s bowel movements.

Somewhere behind me sat the most negative man in the world. He started cribbing when the Army XI players played very well in the first half of the game. He critisized the Nepal players for lack of ball control, slipping and falling on the grass a number of times, playing out long, drawn out injuries and wasting time and so on.

His best comment was - Surely this player doesnt have to run with the ball so much along the entire breadth of the field!

I was initially partial to the Nepal team, just like any other person there but ended up cheering for Army XI, which I felt was the better team except for one inopportune goal which led Nepal to victory. 

More photos of the match here: http://sikkim-himalayanreview.blogspot.com/2008/10/photo-features-of-30th-all-india.html

 

We were on a break

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Rinchen
on October 9, 2008
in Sikkim and Wanderlust
. 16 Comments

I had eleven days off from work, thanks to puja vacations. I decided not to grow roots at home and travel with friends instead. And that is how we headed off into the sunrise, since we started early morning at 7 am.

The exit road from my house till the main road is a steep uphill. Now many may wonder how it is that we actually navigate the vehicles out without getting killed everyday. Those who live here, like me, do the same - but only once a week if you must know.

As my friend sped the vehicle uphill, I yelled BODY WEIGHT agay (front) and not surprisingly, no one understood what to do. Well, you see a few years back, we were on an adventurous horse back riding trip up the steep, slush-filled hill slopes of Kufri, which was some kilometres after Shimla.

The horse guide walking in front screamed: body weight agay - after which we had to lean ahead. The call downhill was - body weight peechay! (back) and we had to lean backwards accordingly.

It was either lean or die laughing at that point of time. I leaned all right. Then felt sorry for the poor horse afterwards.

The day turned out to be quite pleasant. I like this pic here cause the sun had just risen and the whole image has different shades of blue for all contemplation. The bridge leads all the way to The Avenue. This is my favourite spot throughout the journey. 

The moment we reached there, I turned and before I could speak, my fellow passenger says - I know, The Avenue - a road which is lined with trees. I thought the I know part was stressed a bit sarcastically but I was too caught up to respond.

I think I forgot to add the Feel free to click on the pics for a larger view part in the beginning. I know most of you are smart enough to know that without me having to tell you. If nothing else, I know that I run the risk of those people getting pissed and wondering if they should stop visiting my blog for the insult. 

It may come as a surprise but I’ve recently learnt the arts of Changing The Topic When Needed Most. LOOK AT THE PRETTY PIC BELOW!

P.S. All the pics were taken from a moving car so the blur you see (if any) isnt intentional and most certainly is not bad photography, how dare you. Good trip, with Tiger and especially Stan Marsh from South Park behaving extremely well for a change.

Singtam

Published
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Rinchen
on September 30, 2008
in Life as it happens and Sikkim
. 18 Comments

You know, you live in a place for about 5 years and it finally and surprisingly grows on you. I know most people assume that I live in Gangtok since I blog from Sikkim. Nope. Gangtok is about an hour further up north from the place I live in, which is called Singtam. When I first joined work and saw, yes with my own two eyes, this… this dump of a place, the only thought I had was - how the hell do people live in a place like this???

The main market was infested with taxis and the temperature was soooo hot that I nearly melted. Gangtok, on the other hand has a divine climate that makes the entire place centrally air conditioned, as my dad used to say. Singtam, on the other hand was filled with vehicles passing through, villagers in their sunday best come out to do their weekly shopping, alleys filled with a peculiar stench that just wouldnt quit, with - ugh - little eating shacks right next to all the dirt. 

Whose number only preceded by uncountable number of booze shops, (to one of which some of us would be loyal customers for life) Maybe the worst piece of news I’d heard about this place was that it was a haven for crimes. Burglary, murder, take your pick. I had made up my mind then and there that I would commute from Gangtok rather than stay in such a place.

Stay, that I did. Made a lot of new friends and neighbours. Visited the police station on a regular basis. Once the institute bus had a major accident with a biker chap and since I was on the bus at that time, I was the witness by default. Another time, a burglary occurred at my new apartment although the theft was recovered the next day itself. So yes, I made a lot of friends at the police station. Psychologically, it made me feel more secure.  

Til date, I dont know a lot of people in town. The ones who know me as Rinchen mam, from XYZ Institute give me warm smiles which probably translates into - please pass my son/daughter/nephew/relative, good lady. I smile back at them and find it amusing that this is such a small place where everyone knows everyone else.

Two people who meet me in the market and dont let me leave are - my former sweeper, safaikarmachari as they’re called these days. Rawat bhaiya goes on and on relegating stories about bhabhi, mine - not his. I always know the next words coming out of his mouth will be - please give her some work in your office. 

The other guy’s the parking ticket collector. Previously I used to dodge such people in the hope of saving 5 bucks but when I found out that he’s my former maid’s brother, I offer him a little cash once in a while. He always wants me to go to his home and meet his sister and her little kid. Oh and he also doesnt give me a parking ticket anymore. Which is nice.

Then there’s my regular shopkeeper who’s always happy to see me. He probably sees dollar signs where I’m standing because he says things like - please come in, madam, come in. Please take anything you want. Its your own shop. His shop’s name is Fruit Shop. So is the next door’s and the remaining shops after that. I’ve never seen a sign board outside declaring the actual name. Strange.

I’ve also gotten used to the temperature by now. It doesnt seem so bad now and I have begun to hate Gangtok’s bitter wintry cold. Somehow Singtam feels more home to me than my actual home of Gangtok. Its not as advanced as the capital city but its a place where everyone knows my name. Thats reason enough for me. I’ve come to love the place I once could not stand. Stranger things have happened.

The great debate

Published
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Rinchen
on September 3, 2008
in No good and Sikkim
. 359 Comments

I’ve recently been battling out the topic of stopping immigration in Sikkim in the forum of sikkimonline.info. The topic ranted about a Sikkimese being an alien in their own domain, being dominated or called chinkys, bahadur, etc. outside the state. This is how I responded:

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Lil girl sings Nepali song

Published
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Rinchen
on August 2, 2008
in Musings et all and Sikkim
. 2 Comments

Corny things

Published
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Rinchen
on July 27, 2008
in Good things and Sikkim
. 2 Comments

Things get very corny enroute to Gangtok and you can intercept the freshly roasted smell miles before you actually reach the place where they sell them. Thats my cook buying some roasted corns while we were on our way towards Gangtok. The corn fields line the highway and the village people make their living selling corns for 5 bucks a piece. Pretty cheap. And delicious too. I ought to probably say healthy too but I’m not entirely sure if it is indeed so.

I dont know how but nowadays they sell corn throughout the year along this stretch of the road. Earlier there used to be certain seasons for which people used to wait impatiently for the corn to ripen. Guess the villagers decided to make this a way of life. And looking at the large number of vehicles which stop and buy from them, I’d say people are really fond of this stuff.

Use of plastic bags are banned in Sikkim so we didnt get one. A small step towards reducing pollution and rightfully so. Therefore, as we continued our journey, the whole car started smelling like a corn field itself. Half an hour later, as I picked up a friend, the moment she sat in the car she exclaimed, You bought corn!!! Lets have some!!!

You know you’re from Darjeeling/Sikkim when

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Rinchen
on April 29, 2008
in Sikkim
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Found this article in a friend’s inbox and HAD TO post it.

You greet your friends saying ‘Yess bro!!’ even though there seems to be no logical or grammatical justification to the phrase.

You can literally ask whether someone would like to ‘EAT WATER’!! (eg. Paani Khane??) or Booze!!! (Raksi khane??) or even a KICK (Laat khanu manparyo??)

You know what ‘ALOO DUM’ is and you have definitely tasted it!!

And you would rather stand outside in the cold and relish Aloo dum (which btw you think is the best potato delicacy in the universe) than to go in an air conditioned MacD’s right across the street and have burger & fries.

You try to look elsewhere when you see a pretty female heading ur way

99% of your friends sport one of the following hair styles: spikes, long hair or middle parting. The remaining 1% are bald.

You tend to take a bow whenever you shake hands with someone new. With both hands.

You will laugh when you read the following on a billboard: ‘Great Condo for sale in Palm Beach for you and your family’

3 out of ur 5 friends can play guitar… the remaining two have also given it a try at some point or the other.

The words ‘Maradona’ and ‘Pele’ were one of the first words you uttered since you learnt how to speak.

All your friends have an opinion on football.

The moment you’re a floor over the Ground Floor (preferably on a balcony) you tend to look down and SPIT

You look up when you hear an airplane.

You point with your lips.

Whenever you meet someone you ask, ‘Have you had your food?’ ( bhat khayou?)

You meet someone in a movie hall and ask, ‘ Have you come to watch a movie?’ (movie hernu ayeko?)

You call all action movies ‘ action pacck’

You think all festivals mean relatives playing cards and getting drunk…

You cannot drink without chicken chilly and momos…

You are crossing a one way street and you have to check both sides…( debre ani daine )

Your relatives give you money whenever you visit them… ( even when you are 40)

When you see a pair of slippers upside down (ulta chappal) you have to turn it around.

You don’t trim your nails at night. (Otherwise the devil might take you and your family)

You feel you haven’t eaten if you haven’t had Bhath (rice).

You laugh at everything on Nepali TV but you still watch it…

You have been dragged to a mandir on saraswati puja so that you will get good grades.

Your grand mum doesn’t let you whistle at night.

You cant date someone if you are not in love.

You Know who Humjayega is.

Although you have never met him.

You miss those mountains you used to see the moment you opened your eyes in the morning

You go out for lunch/ dinner/ whatever in a group and look at the menu for half an hour and order the following:

a. momo
b. chowmein
c. fried rice
d. chicken chilli

You think of titaura and your saliva glands go wild!!

You think Toyota Corrolla is the no..1 car in the world!

You miss wai wai, churpi and titaura almost any given day.

You are good at drunk driving, especially on motorcycles

Your conversation with anyone you just met, always ends up being an interview to unearth the degree of association with this person. (eh…Ghar ka hare?? gangtok? Tyeso bhaye timile xyz lai chinchhau??)

- 90% of the time you end up knowing someone who knows someone who knows the person.
- The remaining 10% of the time the person is your relative.
- you feel obligated to pay for everyone else when eating out with your friends.

Your American friends ask you if you have climbed Mount Everest.

You probably haven’t even seen mount Everest.

You love the pungent, fermented smell of pickled bamboo shoots (tama) and dried and aged vegetable leaves (gundruk) + you are drooling at the thought right now!