Archive for August, 2010

foreign friends in Kathmandu

August 21, 2010

While considering the pros and cons of separate holding tanks for urine and feces in a toilet for a non-agriculturalist family, my friend from Spain, the middle-aged family man who loves the act of lovemaking and defends and participates in prostitution, this friend invites me to try the food at his favorite Tibetan restaurant. We discuss love and specifically the physical act of sex. His view of the relationship between man and woman is based on hedonism and he enjoys seeing a woman experiencing pleasure, even when it involves a fee. If you feel uncomfortable or shy reading about sexual, my friend would consider it his mission to help you to free yourself from your personal repression. He’s a caring and attentive person, but I have difficulties with his view of women as prospects.
My belief in a man’s ability and necessity to gain strength from unforeseen difficulties and to see these difficulties as blessings is a view that hedonists cannot hold. I think these thoughts of mine have come from reading Victor Hugo and Ayn Rand. 


In my current situation this view is a survival mechanism. Daily I focus on the survival of my soul and it’s ability to see the beauty in the world. I don’t mind the melancholy, so long as it’s personal and meaningful. I accompanied the Spaniard to a dance bar, though he wanted to find paid sex that night (he had already had paid sex that afternoon). We shared a bottle of Tuborg with our rickshaw driver at the second dance bar, which was as bad as the first and I decided that these places are a waste of time and money. I am in survival mode. In this mode, I believe that it is necessary to assess my sense of life through my perceptions. I’ve decided that reading Immanuel Kant’s ‘Critique of Judgment’ to form and understand aesthetic abstractions. I am currently surrounded by beauty which is the objectified reality of the artist’s own sense of life. There is the art of man as the art of the divine that I can identify with. As Ayn Rand says in The Romantic Manifesto, ‘the pleasure of contemplating the objectified reality of one’s own sense of life is the pleasure of feeling what it would be like to live in one’s ideal world… a moment of love for existence.’ 

Back to the dance bar. As I was sitting watching some bad dancers having a good time on the stage, I saw one of the employees, a young lady, sitting alone and looking bored. I just gave a warm smile and she smiled back. Then the Spaniard, seeing my interaction, starts asking me if I want her and all such talk going right to the point, as is his style. When I look back, she had sensed the tone of the conversation through the wily smile and hungry looks of the Spaniard and was no longer smiling at me. It was then time to leave. 

The next day I go to see a singing competition at a Nepali restaurant with a Gandharba friend and two other guys that end up not having any money after ordering a drink (the foreigner is expected to pay for his ‘friends’). 

a singing competition.. I danced like a true Nepali 🙂

There is wonderful dancing, singing between men and women and live instrumental music. This is a tradition of the Brahmin caste I’m told. I dance Nepali style with some other men in front of the stage and have a great time. It’s a wonderful evening until the bill comes and then it seems that it is traditional for the foreign caste to pay.