Tinkune : A Walkover
Tinkune, A Walkover
Right, at the place where it all started, my Kathmandu affair and its progress to a relationship. And the best part, I am still in relationship with this place. Not having breakups is kind of a bliss.
The bridge to start with which gave me memories more than anything. Remember the time when there used to be trippers stranded underneath? I used to walk aside each of them, tracing a path that couldn't have been much longer. It used to share intimacy and closeness. It used to be the ultimate frustration reliever. Got to give the credit anyway, since crossing the road upfront, to cross it again from underneath isn't that boring as it seems.
Then the walkover through the bridge. See left and you will be amazed at first to see an orange colored car on the roof of a building. I was bewildered when I came to know it was an advertisement of a workshop.
So, onto the area of interest. So many passengers passing by and so many transports. The traffic policeman always blowing his whistle. The vehicles crew always sledging the officer. People getting in and out. Buses standing. Shades like waiting spots for people. Some ladies selling stuffs. Couple of benches to sit. Two driving training centres on the left. Kantipur Hospital on the right. City Hub alongside. A small temple on the slight right of the centre. And college students sitting on the railing, waiting for buses and crushes.
I move forward in my memory. Incomes a chowk like area where my mobile now gets automatic SKYNET wifi connection. Right-Koteshwor. Left-Airport they say, but I say PENTAGON. My one of homes.
I start with left. You see Kwality Food Cafe, Sagarmatha Photocopy Centre and some shops. Then the grand office of KIA motors, which once caught fire. A further some shops and a road towards left. Take it, the road is not that bad either.
Now, onto the area of yield. My PENTAGON, where I got friends, teachers, grades, crushes, and a separate family. I can write about each of them in a different piece. They are my memories' bucket. From a birthday photograph gift to the chowmein in the canteen on the top; from the basketball court alongside to the gate where the strict DI used to stand, everything reunites the presence of life in my being, again.
Turn around. Take back the just previous road. On the left, a stationary where cheap and good loose sheets are purchased. Then comes our own Royal Banquet, our official banquet for college programs, which perhaps could have seen its chairs broken from us. Everything conspired us in not doing so.
You are constantly seeing buses pass on the right, often from Puranu Buspark to Naya Buspark.
Press forward with your body and backwards with your legs. It's some marble and granite houses welcoming us on the left. In between we go through some standing Pulsars; it is the BAJAJ showroom that has just gone by.
A little further and you have already started seeing the grand Annapurna Tower, besides the petrol pump. It is more importantly not so, but NASA college. Arguably the official rivals of PENTAGON but being its student I know it is so much important in my college's forthcoming too.
Go ahead and you will be headed to some coffee shops to Sinamangal and Airport.
Rock back to the chowk where we had turned left. Take 90° turn and have a walk. You are now in between the grass banks and the road to Koteshwor, greeted by road stones. Back then, the grass banks used to be guarded by blue tins, but now they have been removed. Walk with 0 frustration as you see some showrooms, shops, driving training centres, malls, and houses on the extreme right; allow vehicles to run in the middle road.
As this paved road finishes, you'd have probably seen a traffic jam. If not, it shouldn't matter anyway, being a pedestrian you shouldn't be affected.
Cross the roads, two times, to meet the road coming from Ringroad. Bow down your head to greet the gods in the temple on your left. Walk straight down keeping an eye on the bathroom suppliers, some hardware shops, air ticket branches and some shops on the right. The traffic will increase now. It is a big transit area in the valley, Koteshwor; perhaps the reason for so many ticket counters, buses, vans, and of course people.
Uhh, it was tough. Walking down the memory lane, to guide my being to life again, as I sit on one of those chairs near the shades at the bus stop of Tinkune, seeing the road to SubidhaNagar (ahead of the temple I mentioned earlier) to my straight and turning my head to the right seeing TINKUNE, written in Devnagari in Blue, in one of those shades.
As I look down, I am already greeted by around 5 dogs, don't know why. I have always found this place quite famous for colleges, showrooms, and dogs.
So, you have walked over to the place that bears the first attention on seeing the large map of the Kathmandu Valley, with the ∆ (triangle) shape.
Riwaj Adhikari
Right, at the place where it all started, my Kathmandu affair and its progress to a relationship. And the best part, I am still in relationship with this place. Not having breakups is kind of a bliss.
The bridge to start with which gave me memories more than anything. Remember the time when there used to be trippers stranded underneath? I used to walk aside each of them, tracing a path that couldn't have been much longer. It used to share intimacy and closeness. It used to be the ultimate frustration reliever. Got to give the credit anyway, since crossing the road upfront, to cross it again from underneath isn't that boring as it seems.
Then the walkover through the bridge. See left and you will be amazed at first to see an orange colored car on the roof of a building. I was bewildered when I came to know it was an advertisement of a workshop.
So, onto the area of interest. So many passengers passing by and so many transports. The traffic policeman always blowing his whistle. The vehicles crew always sledging the officer. People getting in and out. Buses standing. Shades like waiting spots for people. Some ladies selling stuffs. Couple of benches to sit. Two driving training centres on the left. Kantipur Hospital on the right. City Hub alongside. A small temple on the slight right of the centre. And college students sitting on the railing, waiting for buses and crushes.
I move forward in my memory. Incomes a chowk like area where my mobile now gets automatic SKYNET wifi connection. Right-Koteshwor. Left-Airport they say, but I say PENTAGON. My one of homes.
I start with left. You see Kwality Food Cafe, Sagarmatha Photocopy Centre and some shops. Then the grand office of KIA motors, which once caught fire. A further some shops and a road towards left. Take it, the road is not that bad either.
Now, onto the area of yield. My PENTAGON, where I got friends, teachers, grades, crushes, and a separate family. I can write about each of them in a different piece. They are my memories' bucket. From a birthday photograph gift to the chowmein in the canteen on the top; from the basketball court alongside to the gate where the strict DI used to stand, everything reunites the presence of life in my being, again.
Turn around. Take back the just previous road. On the left, a stationary where cheap and good loose sheets are purchased. Then comes our own Royal Banquet, our official banquet for college programs, which perhaps could have seen its chairs broken from us. Everything conspired us in not doing so.
You are constantly seeing buses pass on the right, often from Puranu Buspark to Naya Buspark.
Press forward with your body and backwards with your legs. It's some marble and granite houses welcoming us on the left. In between we go through some standing Pulsars; it is the BAJAJ showroom that has just gone by.
A little further and you have already started seeing the grand Annapurna Tower, besides the petrol pump. It is more importantly not so, but NASA college. Arguably the official rivals of PENTAGON but being its student I know it is so much important in my college's forthcoming too.
Go ahead and you will be headed to some coffee shops to Sinamangal and Airport.
Rock back to the chowk where we had turned left. Take 90° turn and have a walk. You are now in between the grass banks and the road to Koteshwor, greeted by road stones. Back then, the grass banks used to be guarded by blue tins, but now they have been removed. Walk with 0 frustration as you see some showrooms, shops, driving training centres, malls, and houses on the extreme right; allow vehicles to run in the middle road.
As this paved road finishes, you'd have probably seen a traffic jam. If not, it shouldn't matter anyway, being a pedestrian you shouldn't be affected.
Cross the roads, two times, to meet the road coming from Ringroad. Bow down your head to greet the gods in the temple on your left. Walk straight down keeping an eye on the bathroom suppliers, some hardware shops, air ticket branches and some shops on the right. The traffic will increase now. It is a big transit area in the valley, Koteshwor; perhaps the reason for so many ticket counters, buses, vans, and of course people.
Uhh, it was tough. Walking down the memory lane, to guide my being to life again, as I sit on one of those chairs near the shades at the bus stop of Tinkune, seeing the road to SubidhaNagar (ahead of the temple I mentioned earlier) to my straight and turning my head to the right seeing TINKUNE, written in Devnagari in Blue, in one of those shades.
As I look down, I am already greeted by around 5 dogs, don't know why. I have always found this place quite famous for colleges, showrooms, and dogs.
So, you have walked over to the place that bears the first attention on seeing the large map of the Kathmandu Valley, with the ∆ (triangle) shape.
Riwaj Adhikari
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