No big deal

Usually I travel across the city on the bright green,

bright red and orange buses and bright yellow

auto-rickshaws and they inspire me to wear pants

and shirts in these colours, for example, a green

pant and a yellow shirt, and if I like them, you got

no say in it, and what's the big deal in it?

Chuck Taylor has got his name lingering in our minds,

when we came out of schools and colleges till now

but Moreh is hardly four-hour’s ride from home and

I can get so many fake but the same shoes at a price

I can afford, much cheaper and also, it's not the local

made but imported products from Malaysia and

Thailand and Hong Kong and Cambodia, unlike the

beetle shoes made in Kakhulong, so in wearing them,

what’s the big deal even if you can get the original piece

from Ansal Plaza?

Ansal Plaza reminds me of shopping, and shopping

reminds me of girls though I don't mean to be a sexist,

and never I endorse the superiority of a sex when the

only difference between man and woman is what we wear

inside: men wear underwear while women wear panties,

and what's the big deal with feminism and masculinism,

when the only animal I want to be is a human being?

But a 'human being' is an exaggeration, or perhaps there

are different types of human being: the wild type, the

beast type, the peaceful type, the hardworking type, the

doctor type, the engineer type, the teacher type; though

I would prefer no type but just the literal meaning of a

human being in me, as in the possession of a thinking

capability, and it's no big deal to become a human for

we are already born a human being.

And at home, a gun-toting thug can come around midnight,

when the world is dead, to deliver a demand letter and

if resisted to shoot the receiver to death, but there is no

big deal in that animal conduct, anyway, for we are animals

and there are so many animal-type among us though it is

surprising animals can also be human beings.

The gods are consoling because no other animals worship,

except our Mickey the doggie, who used to howl whenever

the priests chanted and the temple bells were tolled a long time

ago; but Mickey's gone and it's been a long time I have been

away from home; the only thing that counts now is that there

are many people who are believers, who trust in the nonexistence

of gods, and it's no big deal there are also many nonbelievers in

the nonexistence of gods and it makes no difference to humanity.

For what really matter are the politics and economics that are

interminably mixed to be the tunics of our civilization and that

society be damned if it fails in whichever measure it conks out

in this derricks of governments and production and distribution

and consumption and the only subject  that is of vital is the

easier-said-than-done thing of having the light of common

consciousness, but it is no big deal to become a shithole for that

kind of society that fails to function but excels to just excrete.

No liberalism, no socialism, no communism, no capitalism

but metabolism, as in the excretion in the above society, is quite

critical in our lives though not as much as having a nationality

to define my beingness, but as a natural process because my

nationality cannot be compromised — I belong to a place that

belongs to the map of a country, so it's no big deal that I don’t

tick the checkbox asking my nationality on several application forms.

And back to this room where we are here together, it will be no 

big deal for you to say “Fuck you for writing a crap, you are simply 

repeating it is no big deal,” for it is easy to criticize, but it’s alright, 

I mean, it’s no big deal.