Royal ghosting
Monarchy apparently is one of the most interesting phenomenon, concept, and/or system—choose what you may. I never fancied one family having all the riches and luxuries. My father once worked as engineer in Royal Palace. His job, as he told us, was to ensure all mechanical stuff were functional, with special focus on air conditioners. As he used to say, he found his way into rooms where even high profile officials were barred. He certainly fancied the kings and queens and everything that happened inside the huge walls of the palace guarded by a whole battalion of army. The seed of greatness of our monarchs was perhaps subconsciously implanted in my young brain back then.
As fate would have it, I was admitted to a school specifically meant for the blue bloods. In ten years, as ironic as it may sound now, I happened to be a member of the club whose president was in line to become the future king of Nepal. Ironic because the club that he led was 'Shooting' club! Yes, we had those air rifles and he taught us how to take aim and shoot. I also had an opportunity to interact with the then princess's husband, perhaps the only eye-witness who knows what happened on that fateful night in 2001.
I still vividly remember the very first sight of the prince, walking with school bag through the corridors that lead from science block to math block and not believing my eyes. He wore the same dress, carried the same bag and seemed to have no one in awe of him except me! Honestly, my immediate interest shifted in knowing what and where he would eat.
Blame it on the time, but my friends thought kings and queens ate 'gold' rice. So much for my proximity to the blue bloods.
In the meantime, for some reason, I had this idea that Royals here were 'gone' once and for all. I was thus beginning to follow Harry and William. Then, in popped Kate Middleton. In between, there were stories of Bhumibol; both the red and yellow shirts paused to wish for the well-being of their beloved king. A little earlier, the Spanish Team, having won the 2010 world cup, was granted an audience by with Spanish Royals. The reverence they had for their royals was there to be seen on TV. Interestingly, they all seem to be loved and revered.
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As fate would have it, I was admitted to a school specifically meant for the blue bloods. In ten years, as ironic as it may sound now, I happened to be a member of the club whose president was in line to become the future king of Nepal. Ironic because the club that he led was 'Shooting' club! Yes, we had those air rifles and he taught us how to take aim and shoot. I also had an opportunity to interact with the then princess's husband, perhaps the only eye-witness who knows what happened on that fateful night in 2001.
I still vividly remember the very first sight of the prince, walking with school bag through the corridors that lead from science block to math block and not believing my eyes. He wore the same dress, carried the same bag and seemed to have no one in awe of him except me! Honestly, my immediate interest shifted in knowing what and where he would eat.
Blame it on the time, but my friends thought kings and queens ate 'gold' rice. So much for my proximity to the blue bloods.
In the meantime, for some reason, I had this idea that Royals here were 'gone' once and for all. I was thus beginning to follow Harry and William. Then, in popped Kate Middleton. In between, there were stories of Bhumibol; both the red and yellow shirts paused to wish for the well-being of their beloved king. A little earlier, the Spanish Team, having won the 2010 world cup, was granted an audience by with Spanish Royals. The reverence they had for their royals was there to be seen on TV. Interestingly, they all seem to be loved and revered.
