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| deep |
Posted
on 05-Jul-02 02:09 PM
Barbad
Every time Deep looked at Anu’s house, he was seeing no body. He kept looking at Anu’s bedroom window to catch a glimpse of her but she was not gracing him with her amazing beauty then.
Anu was the most beautiful girl in our tole. She was from an influential (Politically, socially, financially) family. To her family, most of us (the residents in our tole) were below their standard. They indirectly hated us for being low class people. Anu was instructed not to extend friendship with other girls in the neighborhood. She used to play, mostly, inside her compound wall with her brother. A red car used to take her to school and bring her back home. Jhak-kal jhu-kkal dekhinthiyo unlai.
Almost all young boys tried to talk with her. She was not giving a damn to any one. Deep thought she was his, and only his. She should not give a damn to anybody else. He started to think this way particularly since last evening when he THOUGHT Anu smiled at him from her car as he was returning from his school. He was numb. “Anu is smiling at me? “ he asked to himself. He was not looking for an answer because he already knew what the answer supposed to be “YES”. Sitting at his window he was remembering the joy he’s having since last evening GAZING at Anu’s bedroom.
Deep saw Anu. She slided the curtains away and presented herself at the window for Deep. He couldn’t believe that. Shyly waving his right hand Deep signaled Anu about his presence. Anu released a big sweet smile for him. His heart was beating so fast for a second he thought it is just going to burst pretty soon. He got very restless and moved off the window and got down to his chowk. From there he saw Anu at her door. She gestured him to come out on the street. Within a second he was there out on the street waiting for her. She also came out. Her beauty was second to none. He saw her father’s car coming towards them as he was approaching her. “Timro buwa ko gadi aayo”, Deep said. “I got to go, come to the window, Deep” , Anu said. She hurriedly turned around and headed towards her house. She didn’t miss an opportunity to turn back and smile at Deep as she was taking herself in through her compound wall gate. Deep also quickly carried himself back to his room and positioned him at the window.
She did not come to the window. He kept waiting and waiting. Deep was still GAZING at her window but where was she? Biyog (najar kai bhaye pani) ko pida was beginning to indicate that the pain is going to be intolerable in no time. He grabbed the phone and dialed her number. He knew she was there. He also knew she was playing with him. It was her who asked him to come to the window. Sure enough, she picked up the phone.
“ke chha?” , Deep asked.
“Thik chha”, “ko ho yo?” she asked.
“Kya nachinya jasto gardini?”, Deep with a smile and pounding heart said.
She didn’t say anything.
Deep lai asahya (couldn’t tolerate any more) bhayo, “Jhyal ma aauna”, he pleaded.
Still, she was not saying a word. Ma Deep, ke. Jhyal ma aauna. Parkhi ra chhu.
“Bole tarchha, hane jharchha” Deep thought. “I really love…
He couldn’t complete his the most important sentence. He heard a loud and unbelievable interruption from the other end, “Ta Rachhes…”
She came to the window holding phone in her hand. She was not Anu but certainly was Thulmaharani, her mother.
Deep with panic hung up the phone. Moved out of the window as fast as he could.
Yo mu** samjhine bani le pani….%^&* jasto barbad garna layo.
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| someone |
Posted
on 05-Jul-02 02:46 PM
Yope, Deepji le katai merai 'katha' chorer lekhnu bhayeko ta hoina? :-) Seems that my own personnel feelings written here. Aruko pani 'thorbahut mildajulda' such moments haru chhan ki?
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| deep |
Posted
on 05-Jul-02 02:51 PM
Afno yasto ghagada purano ghatana huda hudai aruko kina chorna parthyo ra ni.
So, we are of the same dyang, at least in this matter, huh?
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| deep |
Posted
on 05-Jul-02 02:53 PM
Ghahadan hunu parne ma Ghagada bhaye chha, yata mastira.
Purono hadbadaune bani gakai chhaina bhanya!
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| someone |
Posted
on 05-Jul-02 02:59 PM
Hatteri !!! Purano feri 'Purono' bhayechha.. Mind nagarnus yasto mistake ta bhai halchha ni deepji, sajha visitors can understand.
Hope your story could become catalysis to bring here more and more such interesting moments of sajha visitors.
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| deep |
Posted
on 05-Jul-02 03:56 PM
Office ma kam garda gardai..purano kura samjhera lekhan diyi halya.....
lekhai ta dhwasta bhaye chha, kyara.
Bhani hale ni hadbadaune bani...gakai chhaina bhanya...je hos bujhidine sajha-mitraharu chhan ra ali dhukka lag-chha. Purana tyasto tyasto (Barbad jasta aru pni chhan ni) ghatanaharule pani ho ali hadbadaune banako ta.
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| Jhapali mitra |
Posted
on 05-Jul-02 04:19 PM
Deep jee,
katha ramroo thiyoo. ani the later combination added by someone mitra is SUUN MAA SUGHANDHAAA.
yoo katha padera mero undergrad padhdha ko euta mitra koo khuub yaad aayoo. Hamilai tyoo mitra lee college koo chyaa pasal ma rakhera khuub yestoo BARBAD jastoo kahani sunauthiyoo. tyeshlee hamilai khuub joot dinthyoo.. EEE ani,, farak chahi ke thyoo bhane,, he never got hurried (as ur habit as u have mentioned),, but was cool and patient to say it and he seemed quiet happy to see us around him..'' bara kaha chaa.
Ani deep jee,, got any idea when Anu gonna look to you,, perhaps i could guess when she gonna look at you.
ani bhasa koo lagi no problem, hami mitra harulee lee correction garchauu ok??
bela bela when bored in ur office,, make some effort to jot down ur kahanis in sajha ..hunchaa???
khoii Muktak kar haru kaha gayee.. oyeeeee SUMAN (SOMNATH),, kata GAYAB??? Shri Man Gambhir bitra harayoo ki kya hoo... ding ding,, knock knock-- wake up out of the rastriya geet and send some muktak laaa..
Jay desh
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| Biswo |
Posted
on 05-Jul-02 05:29 PM
Deepji,
I understand talking to Anu's mom is definitely not fun.Sad you couldn't figure that out
beforehand.(Are you sure her mom didn't have a crush on you? Yea, that's a joke.)
Anyway, you erred man, you should not have said "I love .." to the old lady even in
confusion. Why? This poem should guide you:
Kati Briddha Hos, Kati Dukha Sahos, Katti Galos Bhokale
Mattaa Haati tirai chadhaauchha Najar Khaadaina Ghaas Baaghale!!
(I don't know who wrote this famous poem, from Guna Ratna Maalaa?)
I hope you got your Mattaa Haatti later:-)
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| harey! |
Posted
on 06-Jul-02 12:09 AM
what a loser! chwak keti le ekchoti herera hasdai ma tyesari jyan nai ta nafalau na. Yo ta purushartha kai bejjat ho yaaaar!Chya!
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| bagmati1 |
Posted
on 06-Jul-02 03:20 AM
Deepji, a maulic nepali upanyas 'Pallo Gharko Jhyal' written by Govinda Bahadur Malla 'Gothale' Padhnu bhayeko chha? yadi padhnu bhayeko chhaina bhane yakchoti padhnus la! Your writings reminded me 'that Novel'. Yasko naya version novel lekhna kassine ki alikati lamo ra kathbastu thapthap garer?
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| PASCHIM |
Posted
on 06-Jul-02 11:20 AM
deep-ji, interesting story, but not too uncommon I'd say, aajkal ko tele-love ko jamana ma. You know it's a well-known theory among wanna-be grooms going around checking wanna-be brides to actually really take a deeper look at the bride's mother to figure out how your shrimati is going to look like in a few years after that initial youthful lust is exhausted...and the passion needs re-igniting and you start to question if both your looks not being in their best is something to do with the mirror in the bathroom...well, anyway, i wouldn't thus be surprised if your call to the mother wasn't exactly unplanned :) bujhe bujhnu bho, nabujhe, lau good night!
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| rrrr |
Posted
on 06-Jul-02 02:05 PM
rrrrrrrrrrr
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| Nepe |
Posted
on 07-Jul-02 11:46 PM
This is an old ghazal of mine. Thought this is a suitable context
to share with you, Deep. Here it goes.
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| Paschim |
Posted
on 08-Jul-02 02:16 AM
Never quite been as suicidal as brother Nepe over love, but the salaams to banda dhokas and jhyals...yeah, done a lot of that. This one makes a better recital although I think it is poorer in quality than the one you released in DC.
By the way, make no mistake, I know a Bhupi when I see one :)
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| NK |
Posted
on 08-Jul-02 10:05 AM
I have not installed the nepali font yet, so i don't know what our nepe has written. but enjoying the exchange and of course the posting. Feels like I had quite a boring child/adolescent hood.
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| deep |
Posted
on 08-Jul-02 01:31 PM
sathi-haru,
I am pleased to read your comments.
Harey! aba tyati bela Deeplai kya tension bhaira bela ma kata ko purusartha ko parivasha bigranchha ki bhanera sochne fursad! Uniharu le ta chaheko bhaye Deep ko ta jatra hunthiyo ni! stupid bhayera " ma Deep" bhanera nam samet volunteer gari sake pachhi.... Anyway, thanks for reading.
"Deep saw Anu. She slided the curtains away and presented herself at the window for Deep. He couldn’t believe that. Shyly waving his right hand Deep signaled Anu about his presence. Anu released a big sweet smile for him. His heart was beating so fast for a second he thought it is just going to burst pretty soon. He got very restless and moved off the window and got down to his chowk. From there he saw Anu at her door. She gestured him to come out on the street. Within a second he was there out on the street waiting for her. She also came out. Her beauty was second to none. He saw her father’s car coming towards them as he was approaching her. “Timro buwa ko gadi aayo”, Deep said. “I got to go, come to the window, Deep” , Anu said. She hurriedly turned around and headed towards her house. She didn’t miss an opportunity to turn back and smile at Deep as she was taking herself in through her compound wall gate. Deep also quickly carried himself back to his room and positioned him at the window. "
This whole section existed only in Deep's imagination not in reality as he was GAZING. Just the imagination! tyasaile ta barbad garyo ni!
bagmati1, aba kata ko upanyas lekhnu...hamile pani upanyas lekhna thale "sahityakar" haru le ke garne ni? I am not sure if I have read "Pallo ghar ko jhyal". May be not. I am gonna read if I find that book now. Thanks for suggesting.
Jhapali mitra, As paschim mentioned the story "barbad" is not an uncommon one. There're many many barbads everyday. Well, interestingly Anu became a good friend of deep for a short period of time. Why only for a short period of time? well, that's another story altogether. Thank you for your encouraging words.
Biswoji, Well, Deep was too occupied with Anu's thought to figure out before hand (who was on the phone) and Thulmaharani's voice was also nothing but sweet. Yep, deep got the matta hatti later but for a brief period of time only, unfortunately.
Paschim, I agree the story is not uncommon. It was unique to deep then, though. In fact, he was not intersted to know how his Anu would look " after the initial youthful lust is exhausted". He thought that day would never come. At that time Deep was trying to love her "for now" not for "tomorrow". Defination of love then was different than what it is now, to him.
rrrr, your response was the most complicated one to comprehend.
Nepe, deep probably would have included your posted gazal here in one his love letters to Anu had he had the opportunity of getting it (your ghazal) then. But unfortunately, those days you probably were busy " ti dain ka miyo ma ghumiraheka goru ka puchhar nimothna" ...kata ko ghazal? kaso? please don't be offended. Bhanchhan...Nepe aka DK's ghazal and ghazal reading style was very plesant ANA ma. Badhai chha!
NK, ANA ma ramailo bhaye jasto chha. la....la....
"Feels like I had quite a boring child/adolescent hood." Well, give us an opportunity to evaluate that. Why don't you post one of your "those days" stories?
Once again, thank you all.
Deep
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| NepGirl |
Posted
on 08-Jul-02 01:38 PM
yeah, I have one of the similar stories, but this is opposite though. In our tole there came a pakistani family . The guy's father worked in some INGO some big intenationally financed company i am sure.They had a family of five,they rented a huge house, I still rem. we were some intermediate college girls. Our oute was to college was infront of the guy's apartment or so. One day ankha ankha boli rahey onth ley bolnai sakena scene happened .it then became the daily routine while going to and coming from the college. He noticed us and we all(me lagayet my friends) noticed him. He was a fyaaanee looking man. now i think us (silly) were influenced by the damn pakistani serials then..We used to leave at 8:30 a.m. or so and he used to take his dad's car out (that was a bahana) and wait till we arrive halla khalla gardai . he had to be there no matter what.Then I used to be with mah gang so it was fun (k matlab) but in the evening I used to be alone returning home due to our class schedule and practical labs schedule. I had to pass by his apartment and he would wait till I reach in the front road and he used to knock on his window. mero mutu dhuk dhuk cause this was unusual and remember I was in the eleventh grade. also I was scared as hell that someone in our tole would notice this incident/accident (how sad). Anyway days passed by one after another so did the waiting and the knocking . After some time Dashain came, me and my sister were out shopping for dashain . We were returning home after dinbhari ko thakai. I noticed a black with yellow striped mountain bike toofaaan sanga and stopped just infront of me. Screeeeeeeeeeeech!!!! Guess who was on that bike? u guessed it right!! the guy ofcourse! he was starring at me with a smile but couldn't utter a word. Well me and my sister couldn't wait there for him to speak. We pretended that we didn't see him and were busy in our sisterly talk and also the polythene bags were too heavy then for us naazuks.We were walking and talking as well tara bela bela ma I was looking back. After few steps he was still looking at me. I looked back two three times. he was standing there still with his hands on the mountain bike. Then came a curve so i couldn't look back anymore. Anyway we reached home and thanko manko our goodies for dashain. I was thinking while thank mankoing, why did he do that ? so Dashain ko bida khattam dakshina hajam and back to our college. We were on our way to the college but there was no white Toyota Corolla (with a blue number plate), and no guy in white pathani kurta salwar waiting for us to arrive and no one to knock on the window ko sisha . I was a little disturbed wondering what happened. Anyway days went by and later i was on my kausi from where i could see their apartment (dhundli dhundli= not clearly), I saw people renovating the house (washing pardas, painting walls and badali kudali). Then I realized the non-speaking ,just ishara garoing pakistani romeo vanished. I wondered so many times what was IT he wanted to say/tell then?
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