Holding the striker and boasting gamesmanship, one hits unfailingly and sweeps off half a dozen. The next puffs a cigarette, takes his turn, sets the striker and hits in vain. Spitting on the ground quickly he disdains cynically. About a score other standing around the competition pay an intent gaze over the show with frequent directions, conditional suggestions and subsequent remarks. He makes another attempt with praiseworthy success hitting all in the hole. Triumphant laughter and hurray bursts out wildly driving everyone around flabbergasted. Under the shade of a tree goes this noisy carrom board game. How they gamble betting hundreds of rupees vibrates the show frenzied. Old folks taking light moments, vivacious belles eating chatpate and some other glutting chowmein and, chatting in the shop next to the crowd, by and large, reflects the common Nepali pragmatics. Of all, the attraction, however, is a gaggle of young lads playing nearby in the heap of sand. The kids of late childhood or thereabouts, who look footloose, mischievous and impatient, stunt in the heap amazingly portraying their best actors from Kollyhood to Hollywood. The way they jump, fight, very often show dozen of awesome antics of gymnastics catch the eyes. How they surf their simmering moments of happiness and excitement and enthrall themselves the fullest for hours, free from stress and tension, is envious. The instinctual longing of humans is comfort and contentment. They don’t like to succumb to the turmoil of worry, depression and failure, rather they want to cherish every moment of their life. While passing this fiesta enjoying in full momentum, I’m disillusioned as to how come they meet the ecstasy as such without working fingers to bone the way we do not fearing idleness and faithlessness and tend to jolly themselves up everyday. Nonetheless, ours is the society always deprived of opportunities and development. Perhaps life would be Utopian, if we could live just by doddering and fooling around, playing and amusing, yawning and dozing off, dallying and dwelling like that. But, thanks to all those problems and hardships, obligations and responsibilities, stress and frustration which, in every interlude, creep upon us firmly.