Here, a sister is questioning the insanity of Nepal's system shutting down every once in a while for no reason. She can't figure out why it is that Nepal, her brother, fakes a heart attack every once in a while and crumbles to the ground. "If you are perfectly healthy, then why the Nepal Banda, Dai? Why do you do it?" she questions.
"Why are you acting so much? What is your real motive? I know you are not unhealthy. So why do you fake these heart attacks and shut your system down?"
The sister is looking at her brother Nepal's behavior. And it makes no sense to her. She looks at him in disbelief. "Why have you stopped working, Nepal Dai? How will you sustain your life if you are constantly acting sick when you are not. Is this your way of avoiding going to college? Is that it, Dai? Aren't you too old for these tactics?"
The political environment can change, but she sees that her brother Nepal's behavior is not changing. The sister is looking at her brother Nepal's chaotic behavior. And she doesn't know what to do. She loves her brother. She wants to shake him out of his nautanki acting tendencies. She sees through the fake heart attacks.
She shakes her head and twists her mouth and looks at him through side-glances, her nose up turned, close to being in tears. She is dependent on her brother for her survival. She was hoping he would clean up his act and clean up their home. There is little to no money at home. They don't have enough food to eat. The water that flows through their tap is dirty. The mattresses they sleep in are soiled. The clothes they wear is tattered. The plumbing in the house is horrible. The roof leaks, for crying out loud. There is no proper running water. Electricity comes in spurts disturbing the sister's studies. And instead of seeing the problems that they are having at home and doing something about it, all her brother does is terrorize the neighborhood with his gunda brothers-at-arms, with a big smile on his face.
And she can't understand this. How can her brother loiter around the neighborhood achieving nothing wreaking chaos and still pretend that he loves her, their family and their community?
"Just look at him," she points her brother out to her close friends. "How can he shamelessly walk around the neighborhood, prancing about so proud of himself?" she asks. "Why doesn't he see how his behavior is hurting our family and the neighborhood?"
He brings so much shame to the family, and yet, because she loves him and respects him, she can say nothing to him directly. She grits her teeth, purses her lips, and she looks down to the ground, shaking her head in disbelief.