| ou812 |
Posted
on 31-May-03 01:52 PM
We had to lose Yuvraj aka Ebu at all cost. He was the youngest, weakest and the slowest. He would slow us down on our perilous journey ahead. Speed and stealth was of utmost importance in this mission. The risk of being caught was incomprehensible. Think!! Just then, Prabhat breaks the gloomy silence with a brilliant idea. Of course! Why didnt I think of it? It was a perfect solution to the predicament we were facing. It was a full-proof plan. All we had to do was figure out a way so that Ebu would be the chosen one. I gave a furtive glance towards Rajeev, who had a saint like aura at that exact moment if it hadnt been a sly smile playing in his lips and a mischievous glint in his eyes. He will have to be the executioner. Rajeev begins the scared ceremony of choosing the hallowed one once we gather around the circle.
Inky minky ponkey, father had a donkey, donkey died, father cried inkey minkey ponkey . The finger points at Ebu. Bingo!! The operation was carried out with such a military precision, poor Ebu blinked in disbelief and muttered few garbled words in protest, Timi haru sadhai malie mattrai doom banauchau&. mo doom hudina . But rule is a rule. The mighty finger had chosen.
Devraj feeling his younger brothers anguish tried to console him with few words of comfort. How about we make you doodh-bhaat? That way you wont have to count up to hundred . With such comforting words, Ebu relaxed a bit and languidly headed towards the nearest coconut tree. Forearm resting on the tree trunk, head bowed, Ebu started his countdown. One&.. tu&.thlee&foo&phibe&ceex&. Run boys run. Without so much as a backward glance we made a dash towards the hills. No one was to pause until we reach the destination. We could hear poor Ebu count Eitheen, Nitheen&. trailing in the distance.
Hattisar Science Campus perched on top of the hill overlooking the sleepy town of Dharan was our final destination. From here we could view the Dhankuta hills on north, Biratnagar plains on south and Doodh Koshi in the west. A friend from class 4A had actually fallen in the Doodh Koshi River as a baby. It was the reason why he had such a milky white complexion, so he says. Our favourite game at this hilltop was I spy with my little eye . Spy our house, neighbours house, School, movie halls, Chatpate Walas, shops where we bought cakes, doughnuts, cream-cracker biscuit, wafers, titauras (Pau).. Speaking of which, I wondered if anyone of us had money to buy titauras. Best of all the snacks put together. For Ek Rupee you could get 20 pieces of that rectangular lapse ko titaura. Five each. The trick was to make it wet enough to wrap it around the index finger and happily lick it. Sometimes we would spot shaking bush. If you sneak stealthily close enough, you just might see boy and girl doing what not. Khee&teeee&teeee. But till date we had never spied such action except for balloons lying around. We were strongly warned not to touch these balloons, so in turn we just poking them with a stick. But none of these activities was in our agenda. Our mission was to explore the campus itself. Inside the hallowed walls, lay labyrinth of corridors and murky classrooms. One wrong turn and you could end up entombed within the walls. Within this maze lay the secret forbidden science lab. What horror lay in that lab was unfathomable. The infamous and horrid tales of babies pickled in jars, goats with 5 legs, two headed cobra, human skeleton, glass utensils to boil little children. Hogwash!! Stories to scare unruly kids. Badmass gar na, Hattisar ko campus ma lagera chodinchu . We were brave boys. If we could watch horror movies, this was nothing. On we marched up to the gates of hell.
Tatti ayo& DAMN!! This was typical of Rajeev. That tummy of his, either hungry or contracting for tatti. Devraj hissed, roknu sakdainu? I had a feeling that Devraj was trying to get back at Rajeev for playing that aas paas trick on his little brother. Rajeev the quickest tongue slinger on this side of wild east held his deadly weapon. Probably concentrating all the energy on his spasmodic muscle. Without much ado he headed for the nearest bush. Prabhat whispered under his breath, feri sisnu le chak napusnu hai, hami sabai pakda parcha .
As Rajeev vanished behind the bush, I saw a shadowy figure move within the campus gate from the corner of my eyes. I got a chilling sensation run down the back of my spine. My mind started to project horrid images of creatures locked in the lab. I let out a deafening scream Murkhuttaaaaaaa and ran for my dear life. Abandoning the current tatti crisis, Devraj and Prabhat took off behind me. Rajeev jumped from behind the bush like a startled pray holding his half pants. With heart pumping in our mouth, throats parched with fear, we all flew downhill to the safety of our home.
Later that evening, I received earful from mum as she mercilessly applied tincture iodine on my cuts and bruise. Phooo&. Phoooo that burns. Thik paryo, kata kata duli hinchas, Yastai huncha . Tomorrow aas pass for real. Inky minky ponkey&.
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| oys_chill |
Posted
on 02-Jun-03 11:21 AM
Knock Knock Neo! DHYAPPA!
I knew it was coming........didn't know in what form, size, shape, but I knew 0u812 was gonna rage his underlying fire in sajha sooner or later :). Thoroughly enjoyed it. Your narration was breathtaking, took me back again to those cherished years of childhood games, which dance in my mind now and then.
Not to belittle anyone, but I thought your writing had that resonance of Male Sitara ;). A personal perception may i add.
PS. Next time, write in "Notepad" before you post it in sajha to avoid those boxes :P
POO dai, long time no see, no hear! sastanga dandawat!
Oys
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| DHUMBASSE (DUMBASS) |
Posted
on 02-Jun-03 12:25 PM
yes! indeed a very nice narrative, well done sunna u 8 saya barha..hijo nai padhuala bhanne thiyo..balla aja time paye..
Mark twain ko short stories padhera sakaye pachi i got addicted to his writings..and went to one of those second-hand book stores ( no !! its huge..u can buy any sorta book there for cheaper prices) ..bought five o' 'em books..and just got done reading tom sawyers adventures, and next one up was Huckeleberrry finn
ke garne..huckelberry finn padhne belama guccha kheliyo..bhangera shikara gariyo..badarlai jiskauna gaiyo..aba ahile paddha ta laz huncha publicma yetro junga darhi jhyappa ayeko manchele bhanera 'the adventures of huckleberry finn' lai " In to thin Air" ko khol odhyaeko chu ra kambata ghar janda aaunda , majale padhdai bashcu, trainko chicest seatma
arkale dekhda pani.."oho!! kya khatara ko kitab" bhanera bakullako ghanti jasto tankayera herna khojchan..photo herna khojya hola. everestko .ma pani jhan jhan lukuanchu...
hunda hunda ta aashti mero cheuma baseki aaimailai khapi nasaknu bhayecha ra " Crazy people!! such an insanity!! uff! bhanna thali ma tira herera..maile pani lato paltiyera here u tira.." what happened" ko hisable...chasma mathi bata malai ghuri yekchin ta khaula jasto garera..ani calmly pointing at Jon Krakauer's name on the cover, made a hysterical screeching noise..and threw her hands in air every which way..
sensing peril close by, my mind ordered me to get up and move away, and i had no choice but to carry on with the order. so I got up and stood by the door.i glanced at her now and then. Her perpetual stare made me uneasy, and gave me a shiver,no matter i was 20 feet away from danger..Nevertheless my heart was romping and thumping and tramping and thudding the walls of my rib-cage.., knowing my trick had worked as a magic.....
So i am encouraged very much to read and read and read,nothing else but to read..
Ou812:
u do write very well...want to see some more..
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