Sitting in my little office sailing through cyberspace,desperately seeking to stay in touch with the rest of the world I suddenly lost contact!
Oh,damnation,another power cut somewhere,but I 've got to reach my client before they go on vacation for a month.Why in heaven 's name can 't NEA get it together.Don 't they know how important this immediate communication stuff is?How is e-commerce going to prosper with power-cuts?I must write to the IT pages and complain.
I call up my server,"What 's the problem?"
"We 're down," comes the answer,,"and will be up in two-three hours."
Oh,great,don 't they understand we 're talking milliseconds here?I might lose three sales by then.How can an email service provider be without a phone line.I have to get across by tonight,so I jump into a taxi and head towards Jawalakhel where my ISP is.
Reaching Jawalakhel I 'm greeted with the mother of all traffic people jam I 've seen since Woodstock.What in heavens...?Oh,yes,it 's Bhoto Jatra.Finally reach the intersection and get my turn to circle the roundabout -but where is the chariot?And as I look around,lo and behold,there is the Macchendranath leaning on my ISP 's building (Worldlink)and cutting off the phone lines.The chariot is swinging low,its turret nuzzling gently on the facade.One of the guide ropes had snagged in the transformer on the street and Lord Macchendranath had simply called it a day.
Now it was all clear.This was a bolt from heaven,a Sign,a message from on high of the impermanence of earth and sky.What is here today is gone tomorrow,yes even the Internet will one day grind to a halt.
Jai to Bungadayo,Karunamaya,Chenresie, Rato Macchendranath.Long may you bring down the lines of cyberspace and invite us to join you in unity in the community.Thank you for making us stop and come together in celebration,in spite of this mad age of gigabytes and nanoseconds.