It has been some two weeks that I came to Nepal after my fellowship was over. On the first day of arrival I was sort of blank as I was not really able to think maybe because of very less sleep in the plane and jet lag too.

It is very funny that all the least developed countries (L.D.Cs) or developing counrties have all the bad things in common.I remember once me, Jack, Timmy, Julius and Denise sharing and talking about the public transportation system in our countries over our dinner at Bella. We were all telling on as how we travel in buses, how the conductor comes to collect money,how crowded is the bus, how we shout or bang the roof in order to stop the bus so that we could get off, what kind of characters do the conductors have (they generally are rough,undisciplined and bully type). I remember Denise saying she calls “Paro” “Paro” to stop the bus whereas we say “Roka” “Roka” to stop the bus. The buses stop wherever they like so that they could collect a passenger even in the busiest street, even in front of the traffic but if we want them to stop then they say it’s illegal to stop anywhere and we must stop at exact bus stations. It was frustrating to take a local bus all the way to a hotel and then to my house. And here I would also like to borrow the same phrase from my fellows and I too believe this is what we call the Charm of the Chaos. This charm of the chaos is universal in poor countries . why???

On the first evening after my arrival at the hotel I did not know that I had acted funny. I went for a short tour of “Thamel” the tourist hub of Kathmandu with a packet of pop corns in my hand. I felt that passers by were staring at me. And I felt that they were staring at me because all of them knew that I had returned from Germany. “Funny” It sounds like a story I read in high school where a poor man gets some money from the bank for the first time and he feels that every one walking on the street knows that he has some money in his pocket. And they all are after his money.

I was and am proud that I had accomplished my fellowship and I was very happy first because I would meet my parents and my relatives, second I could tell them never ending stories about Germany and about my stay and third it was obviously a great matter of pride to receive an international fellowship and to accomplish it. This has been the biggest event in my life till today.

In the beginning after I arrived at home I was feeling awkward. It was little hard to believe that I had left Germany…… At times I felt blank and empty and I also felt that I had lost track in my life. I had missed quite a lot of things since some things had changed and few big things had happened. But now after some two weeks my life is back in the same old track where it is not easy to do anything and now I am no more” Deepakovich” or the” general” or the “dpac” or the Tom of “tom and jerry” or “the hard working mt everest guy” or the “dimag” or “the man with the brain” or “the man goes with the soup”and so on and so forth but now I am “Deepak sir” (once who ever has taught in school always becomes a sir which means a teacher) or “Deepakji” or” Basnetji”. And I am back in my stamina or firm and ready to score a century or “hattrick” like in DEDON’s football ground.