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| oys_chill |
Posted
on 03-Jun-03 06:07 PM
It was beginning to get warm. Greenery was prevalent. Parijat had begun to sprout its beautiful white flowers. Its fragrance gave me immense joy, as I picked some and headed towards the bus stop. It was my last year in School. I was all alone. I used to go with my sister and her friends, but something transpired after grade eight, I decided to walk alone in the mornings. Perhaps, it was part of growing up or just my cowardice, but the one fact could not be defied: Gals scared me both at bus stop and in my Tole.
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"Tangal Ganesthan" was a common busstop center for more than a dozen schools.Triyog, SMS, MIS, LA etc.--just to name a few. The best part for me was to sit outside Tangal Darbar and watch students stoop in front of revered Ganesh, especially during exams. Occasionally if i got lucky, a harmless eye contact with a cute stranger was always on.
As I was assessing the situation, I was aghast seeing my sister and her unruly group on the other side of the street in their distinct -- royal blue & white uniform. Their bus had run late again. As soon as they spotted me, my sister and her inseparable friend crossed the street and came for the kill. That was the last thing I needed that morning pestered by gals as bystanders watched me turn into a ripe tomato.
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"haleyy katto chweet" Sarika didi tried pulling my emaciated cheek. "hyaa! nachalnu na dizzu" I replied blushing. "Timi haroo ko bus chutla ni"!
My sister wasn't so easy. "herr ta Sarika" wooo tyo keti" She pointed at a hapless girl from Triyog, leaning on the wall waiting for the bus. "Oyss lai tyo man parcha re" They began to laugh loudly. I was beginning to lose control.
"ma gayera kura gardim oyss? " " bus chutla bhaneko" "la la janchum" They were about to cross the road, when another mini bus from their school stopped right in front of ganesthan.
"Hey Shireen" my sister shouted. A wave came out distinct from the bus. A figure made its way towards the window and greeted my sister. For a moment, all I could make out was the wavy, silky hair that fluttered relentlessly as she moved her head to and fro. "Shireen, yo mero bhai". I was motionless. "HI" she raised her arm. I gave her half raise of my arm managing a smile. "Serene" the words resonated within me. Yes, she was indeed very serene and the innocent face she had mesmerized me on the spot. The bus took off, my sisters crossed the road, and I realized that my hand was still in mid air..
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I could not concentrate in class. The name "Shireen" itself began to take devout form for me. I had never thought of girl in that sense. Heck with the sense. Growing up in the boys' school, I had never felt the need of a female company nor I ever enjoyed it. However, something different had struck me that morning. I was trying to convince myself in vain that Shireen was different--at least from the vicious gals in my tole who would come out with buckets of water during holi to make a mockery of me.
The trauma continued at home. I confessed my curiosity to my sister. "Shireen... She so nice. Atti ramri. Smart. Understanding." My sister added oil to the fire. I kept wondering that night, if I would get a glimpse of her again. Maybe this time, I would muster enough courage and wave in front of all her friends.
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I was in bus stop earlier than usual. I was very conscious about my dress up that I didn't even sit down. A relief broke out seeing my sisters were long gone. I wondered if her bus was gone as well. "Speak of an ANGEL" The red and yellow minibus made its way and stopped in front of ganesthan. I held my breath. "nwaran dekhin ko baul nikalera" i raised my head and faced the bus. The face was gleaming back at me. I felt the time freeze and the world stand still. Everything seemed hazy for a moment except her innocent face that stood tall above all the filth of this earth. She raised her arm and gave me a rhythmic wave. I complimented back strongly and world fell into place. I scrutinized around. "Fucches" of my school, dudes from LA , and even pujari ba from ganesthan were looking at me with their gaping mouths.
So the waving saga continued. Days turned into week--months. Every day--though sometimes it meant meeting my sister and her friends, it was too little a sacrifice for the tranquility I had found. Summer passed by quietly, Dashain and Tihar rejoiced n left, and the chilly November wind began to encompass me in cosy ways.
Then before I knew, fate twisted once more.
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| oys_chill |
Posted
on 03-Jun-03 06:08 PM
It was another regular day at the bus stop. Cricket had caught on the teens. I would umpire for the "fucches" while they enjoyed playing cricket with table tennis bat and ball. I would stop now and then to make sure that I didn't miss the most awaited bus of my life.
Finally, the merry gold bus screeched to a halt and waited to load the students. Something felt different. The bus seemed rowdier than before, but the figure didn't make it to the window. The long streak of the cosy wave came to an end. I grew anxious, but the bus didn't wait to listen to my misery.
My heart raced through wildly. Thoughts came thumping down my spines. Maybe She's sick. My thoughts were compounded with maybe's. As the thoughts bombarded me, yet another bus from their school passed by. A group of gals, seated on the rear side of the bus, threw a rampant wave towards me. It happened really fast. Without thinking twice, I waved back vehemently. I gasped for air. Something had gone terribly wrong. There was a disgust in the gals' faces. They burst out into a boisterous laughter pointing at me. I didn't get the joke. I turned around. The "fucche" bhai from my school stood there smiling. It was prolly his didi and her friends waving to their adorable bhai. Nah! NOT AT ME, and IT WASN'T HER.
The next day, I missed her bus. But the sajha bus came back to haunt me deeper. The same vicious gals pointed at me and burst into another rowdy laughter. A psychological toll grasped me as it continued on for several days. The bystanders began to grow conscious of the laughter and its correlation with me. With the heavy heart, I decided to give up on my quest.
I changed my schedule and headed for the busstop much later. I even missed my own bus a few times. I didn't care. It was only a matter of a few weeks, but I could not withstand that laughter that haunted me day and night. So, there was the end of my rosebud yet again that never blossomed. With the winter break and SLC mayhem, soon everything was forgotten and time came to my rescue to heal my wounds.
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Not even in seven mad gods' names, I could imagine that I would see her again after years of subtle memories, in the least expected place. She recognized me instantly that really tingled me. She had grown to a much different person than I had imagined her to be. During the intermission, I took her aside and told her about the waving saga and the unfortunate incident in full fervor. She listened intently and smiled, "I don't remember any of that" She stood up and headed towards the hall indifferntly leaving me stranded between the past and the present.
Why would she? i tried to make sense out of this nonsense. Perhaps she waved to everyone along the way. It was plausible. There were myriad of her admirers. Drums began to beat hard inside me. Things started to get blurry once more. Far into the fading scene, I saw her leap out again with her face lit up with that magical smile. I lingered on but I was being pushed into the sea of tranquility that I had always longed for and I decided I would stay there.
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| deep |
Posted
on 03-Jun-03 06:24 PM
Oys,
kya ganesthan purayo bro le. tyo ganapati ko chhata ma maile dherai thokya chhu--dhyanngga parera---prabho deep le hajiri chadayo hai bhanera.
About that waving smile, she told me later. tyastai ho. I didn't know who Oys was then.
:) :)
Keep on writing, oys. Waving ra smile ko barema mero pani saano kahani chha. lekhamla. yasma chahi kasaiko permission chahidaina.
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| sneharika |
Posted
on 03-Jun-03 06:36 PM
Oys............waah!!!
"pushed into the sea of tranquility that I had always longed for and I decided I would stay there".
U r the gifted one ...u beautifully put together these mere words to give such a powerful meaning. hummmm.....kasto maan chune memorylane haru timro ..la la keep on sharing ur gift hai...aru baki lanes haru pani jawosh na
prayers n wishes,
sneha :O)
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| ou812 |
Posted
on 04-Jun-03 02:40 AM
Comfy's War, The Return of Comfy, Comfy Strikes back, Yet another glorious tale of ackward adolescense to which we can all relate. So, do we go across the road, get in the bus and blurt out our feelings? or do we leave the solitary reaper alone? We face this delimma everyday, be it that lady at the bus stop or that beautiful girl in tube(metro), for whom you go the extra stop, miss couple of trains waiting on platform. mmmm..... I guess it all boils down to not knowing in the sea of tranquility. Such is the real world we live in.
Fantastic narrative once again.
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 04-Jun-03 04:14 AM
Oys ji:
Growing pains; a descriptive narration! But, you know, gals go through them too... the awkwardness of suddenly being eyeballed by boys and men;receiving comments, come hither looks, occasional lewdness, bluff calls ( My dad changed the phone number 3 times! :S)... a transition between playing gucchas with the neighborhood kids and blossoming into womanhood( accompanied by lectures from my mother!).
Bravo!
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| DWI |
Posted
on 04-Jun-03 05:30 AM
Narration chai mannai parne ho. Too good, too f*king good.
Compile all the memory lanes and you will get "Nepali Wonder Years", more literally polished.
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| PremPujari |
Posted
on 04-Jun-03 07:16 AM
Okay!!
First part padhye!!
ukus mukus bho yaar!! Ma ta gayera 1 set push-up haanera aauchu, before I read the second part.
Kyaa khatara Narration cha ni bruuuu ko!!
Bruuu, Malai ni busstop ko taruni haru yaad aayo bruuu!!!
"aaja USKO yaad aayo, mutu bhitra chura chalyo
Balla balla bhareko ghau ma
Feri Naya chira paryo"
:D
Okay, going to read the second part!!
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| PremPujari |
Posted
on 04-Jun-03 07:41 AM
Broooooooooo.. AAAaaaaaaaaaaaaanch!!
Hazurrr le kunn chai vitamin khaaibakshincha -- tyasto sudhdha banaspati ghiu ma deepfry garera nikaaleko, NewRoad ko tip-top ko galli bhitra ko imli ko achaar haaleko samosha khaayera pani katti writer haruko dimag ma naghusne Idea, hazur ko keyboard bata furr furrr furr bagcha!!
eh.. Khatara cha la!!
Crush parya Love parya bhana pani danger, bujhyou oys!! ehhe
SLC dine time ma aafnai school ki euti sanga khatara crush parya -- eh.. School bus euta saathi ko store ko agaadi rokinthyo -- ma daily tyo time ma hajiri bajauna jaane ehhe... darshan paauna!! Tyo Taruni le ta kahile notice garena jasto cha (nisturi mori), but one of my "short tempered" teacher noticed my activities. Ek din jhyal bata aadhi jyaan nai nikalera that teacher yelled at me "Oye Pujari, SLC aai raa cha, don't you have to study, Jahile talai yahi dekhchu!" -- ehh.. mero crush jhyap bho ani!!
hehe.
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| Rusty |
Posted
on 04-Jun-03 07:48 AM
Oys,
This is damn good. I am wordless....speechless.... Keep it up!
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| forget-me-not |
Posted
on 04-Jun-03 08:30 AM
Oys,
It was great. I really enjoyed it. Life ma crush ta dherai lai dherai choti hunchha hola but the way you wrote it was great.
I think this was the agegroup when you want a friend from your oposite sex, a need for most school going boys, I am not sure on how girls would see this.
But it was just great.
2-4 wota crush ta malia ni parya thiyo....tara aafu ta boy school ma padya...school jada bus ma chahi haina ni....yo dukhi ko pruporo ma ka lekheko thiyo ra....hostel ma ketai keta ko bich ma ka keti dekhu ni...2-4 jana chipu ( aged) sathi hari ko ta miss haru sanga cross partho, aafno ta tyo kahile bhayena, techers bhanya sadhai guru aama/guru ba bhanthaninthiyo nomatter how he/she was.
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| Poonte |
Posted
on 04-Jun-03 08:49 AM
Ahem! Arko bhai le halayo feri Sajha...bhataa bhungai hune gari!!!!!!! eheheh
Meetho ra saral...baru...aafno tyo karna fusfuse yantra maarfat samparka garna mildaina achel? yesso naya number ni pesh garum na dai lai :)
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| oys_chill |
Posted
on 04-Jun-03 11:41 AM
Thank you all for your candid comments ;)
Deep dai, ganeshthan ko jatras far outweigh the jatras in gahana pokhari ni! waving ra smile ta innumerable ;) esp. when you have a sister that wants to introduce your brother to every gal she knows :P
Sneharika jyu, dhanyabaad. I try to make it as short as possible so that it becomes readable but at the same time, Maun ma uthal puthal bhayeka bhawana haroo lekhna napaye feels empty ni...lanes ta aroo ni chann thuprai..herum katti ko mood chalcha :P
DWI..nepali wonder years huh? that's one of the best compliments I have ever received :).......nepali wonder years on one side and darker secrets of nepali on the other sides ;) kaso???
Ou812, I thought the sea of tranquility can also be found on the dark side of the moon :)
yeah, some of us have jus sour memory lanes; not everyone is blessed with adventures of huckleberry kanchas :P
Sitara jyu, I am sure you would have got daily bluff calls, daily dose of chocolates, letters and bouquet of roses :P hoina ta? Having sisters myself, I wonder why all the wrath is put on the daughters?
PP jyu, agree agree...crush is far more dangerous! so crush pare pachi, khutta muni rakhera crush ni garna saknu parne rahecha natra you know..880 volts effect comes to haunt you :P
Rusty, turning comfortably numb?? always speechless and wordless :P biha hune chat kaat jasto cha!
forget me not..afu ni boys' school nai tarera aako ho....I totally agree with you, grades 9, 10, 11 were probably the most confusing years while growing up!
Poonte pbpd :) .......naya thau ma na ta karna dhwani cha, na ta antarjaalo.......imagine my ukus mukus during weekends ! :( three more months in blackwell prison! eheh poonte dai..but guess what? sister ra father chai chann :)
Oys
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| Rusty |
Posted
on 04-Jun-03 12:12 PM
Oys,
That's right! Maybe my brain is deaden or hallucinated... I search for the words, but words just dont come out... When I read anything written by you, I notice your mindful nature.. Here, I am trying to relate your cognizant mind and numbness in the dark side of moon. Well, for me, you're first-rate writer. Once again, I thoroughly enjoyed reading your memory lane. :-)
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| oys_chill |
Posted
on 04-Jun-03 02:58 PM
Rusty Rusty Rusty,
tyo numbness ra dark side ko chai next weekend..chiso chiso corona ra momo tandai kura garumla hai ta :) get yor car ready hai ta ;)...get EMI TOO!
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| jira |
Posted
on 04-Jun-03 07:59 PM
balla balla sakkaye padhera..ramro lagyo. Memory lane lai alikata badhawunu,,handigawu ko bato alik sano cha..ukalo hundai dhobi khola tarera Chabel tira aye huncha...ma tee hunchu hai.
Have a nice corona ra momo.
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| Prem Charo |
Posted
on 04-Jun-03 10:28 PM
Oys !! Raamro cha la, Gajjab cha !!!
Prem Charo :}
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| Poonte |
Posted
on 05-Jun-03 08:51 AM
Sister ra father? Ko parae tini haru? Maile bujhina hau :((
maastira aayem bhane kasari khabar garni? yahi bijuli patra maarfat? Tyo Door sanchaar ma mero thula baa hunu hunchha...sorce-force laaidim? euta phone milaidim?
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| OU812 |
Posted
on 05-Jun-03 09:02 AM
Comfy, I ate my dark side of the moon. Apprently it was made of cheese. Can you believe it????? These days it's sunny side up :o)
Everyone is blessed with Huckleberry days. You are giving a good account of them wonder years. Aba Memory lane ma 18 certificate halnu paryo ;o) ani it will be umma gumma with saucerfull of secrets hehehehe
Enjoy your weekend with carona and momo. Yo rusty le malie bolaundaina. Thuikka. La la Moj gara .
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| Rusty |
Posted
on 05-Jun-03 11:44 AM
Oys,
what you talkin about??? Momo and Corona???? Damn... I remember 15 ways to identify Nepalese. One of them was that Nepalese never back off to eat MOMO.. Jaha gaye pani MOMO ra Beer.. Jata gaye pani MOMO ra BEER... aaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaa:P
You're true patriot and nationalist as well... ehehe!!
Aba, tyo dark side of moon chai ahile chodchu, tara...tyo party ma MOMO haina, spaghetti chai huncha...:-)
OU babu, NKT sanga pani bhet bhayo, ana family reunion dinner garnu parla ..you're welcome anytime... U can cross altantic ocean anytime....;)
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