There is nothing to surprise to say that we have friends of both rich and poor and good and bad categories.Last Friday, I got a chance to go to Casino Tara with one of my Spanish friends who falls in the first of the first category mentioned above and also likes to be called Saroj,a typical Nepali name. Frankly speaking it was my first to such places where people play with money , see shows ,eat the delicacies or lounge in royal suites.prior to this I had a thought that gambling is a terrible …

vice and entering a casino would be an ultimate sin. But entering it,I soon realised that my beliefs were not quite just .I found it a life time experience. I was forced to change my obsession about casino. I knew it was just another form of recreation-a recreation to cherish for long at that. The story of my experience starts with Saroj’s seating to a fairly crowded table where some human lollipops were assigned,may be to mitigate the losing customers’ pain in big deals at bets.With some hesitation I managed to sit next to him .For a few minutes, Saroj led with a good fortune but the things didn’t remain the same .I could at least understand that he was on a gradual loss ,though I didn’t know other tit bits of the game. Neither did I find it interesting to watch nor could I stay still and unstressed on his loss. So I chose for going around other tables and asked for his consent. He agreed and asked me if I was interested to join the roulette over the next deck. I simply said “no”. But when I saw the roullette operation and realised that my little mind could understand at least the maths of winning and losing,a sensation tickled me badly and I could not help taking out the single note of RS.500 well-tucked in the innermost part of my wallet.The emergency fund that I always let it unspent despite the haunting the dire needs in some point of time. But this time, I didn’t bother much to think over its utility side.Excitement won over the conscience and I asked the attendant to change it for the credits as required in the roullette. My whole capital could buy so called 30 credits for the roullette rule. The excitement soared. I forgot who I really was. With the so much smooth responses received from the attendants, I thought I was also an equally valid customer and a gambler of the rank of those present there.Amidst these all the stormy calculations and with the little knowledge,I decided to imitate the nearby Indian gambler. With no delay I chose 3 numbers to lay my bet. My numbers were 0,7,19 and I pressed x10(multiply ten times) button for each. Within a few seconds of rotation, the roulette ball fell in the no.15. I din’t even get much time to pray for God or to reinforce my own wishes of winning.In the seconds of time there emerged a warning on my board reading -your credits have finished. Not only the credits but I thought I myself was finished.I could not even surprise much on what had happened let alone entertain! I knew that I had pressed 10 times for 3 numbers meaning that it was equal to 30 credits-my whole bank! I was drowned.I had nothing to do then than to just unwillingly drag myself to my losing friend on the other corner. After this and that experience of about 3 hours we left for home disappointed. On the way home, Saroj asked me if I played the roulette. I lied him and sid I didn’t but my heart was secretly telling that within 30 seconds I had lost 30 credits(300IC) which would have bought me some 30 kilos of rice for at least 30 days!Oh casino!No cash-in-‘no’!