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| oys_chill |
Posted
on 10-Jun-03 04:25 PM
*****
I lied down in gundree for a while. "khane bittikai ta jyan gaye ni nauhana sakdina" i said to myself. Sabin made his way to the chaut scrubbing his wet hair humming "thanda thanda paani.." My mom made her way again "sabin, nahai sakeu, yo oyss lai ta katti bhannu parne ho nuhauna ni"
"hyaa mula oyss.nuhuana ja na ta!" I got even madder. parkhi ta moro sabine lai..janya chu I thought. I totally ignored him and went to a light sleep. The constant nagging, mugging, scolding began to take toll on me. I finally gave in. Mixing one dekchi of boiling hot water and one baata of icy cold water, I made a maun-tato compound to soothe myself. Swearing on myself, swearing on sabine, Swearing on the useless solar heater, swearing on all the handigaonles that got up early Saturday and took a bath, I finished half an hour shivering ordeal.
I went outside and leaned by the bardali railings and went to my routine daydreaming in the warm winter sun. I suddenly thought about the dream i had that morning.
"sapna ma ni jange le tarsayo" I thought. I had been reading "rana haroo ko tathya britanta" a 900 page epic for almost three weeks then. I tried to do some sword fight moves in my dream. I thought i could get him later tonite...."yesso ghumayera...
"oyssssss! k cha! deusai sapna dekhna lagya..." I blushed as I saw the trio of sneha aunty, shivani and her mom make their way towards our house. I quickly gave a reverend posture and gave a cosy namaste from upstairs. "bhare! fucchu ko b'day cha..sabbai jana khana khani gari aauni la......" i nodded my head. My eyes raced to see Shivani who was hiding behind the sari of her mom. They made their way in. I raced towards the far corner of the bardali hoping to get a glimpse of shivani. Her mom and sneha aunty went in. She took time taking her sandals off[maybe it was deliberate]. She did look like goddess in her dark navy blue kurta surwal. She quickly stole a peek at me and gave me that magical smile. In doing so, she exposed her heavenly dimples I had dreamt of. I was ecstatic. Taking a shower seemed so much trivial. I would get very close to those dimples that nite--i mean, very very close.
PS..aja ali masu bhat sick bhayen k. ali laamo bhayecha!
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| oys_chill |
Posted
on 10-Jun-03 04:25 PM
[Armour gleamed in the sunshine. JangaBahadur had a cold blooded look in his eyes. I was scared, but relentless. Our swords met in a wild frenzy, and before long I snapped; he came in for the kill.]
I woke up with strange hysteria. I must have perspired. The constant jingling of the bangles stirred me. I turned around. It was merely 6 30. My mom was busy sorting my clothes and cleaning the room. "hyaa mami chad dinu na"
"k chad dinu! sabbai fohor luga cha. yo hanger ma rakheko fohor ki safa"
"safa ho" I answered in my drowsiness. She sniffed my clothes "huncha safa! keta, kasto swasni chai bhetlas taile. " I giggled at the idea. "la aaba chado uth. paani hudai nuhai haal"
"sadhe cha nai baje nuhauni?" I went beserk. Why was everyone after bathing on a early cold saturday morning? but it was a strange tradition that had not been broken for years.I pulled up the blanket and disappeared into the darkness and the warmth underneath hoping for better dreams
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The sweet aroma of mechi special aroused me. "la baabu, sadhe saat bhai sakyo. daddy tarkari lina gai saksyo" " ma k garu ta?" i answered back sipping the sweet tea that had landed by my bed. "hoina! tero po kaam chaina. Uthera nauhauna gaide sablai sajilo huncha ni."
"la la janchu! i retorted back. "sutya chaina kya, ek chin paltya po" She gave me a puzzled look and went around doing her astronomical chores of saturday. I relaxed back and closed my eyes. Handigaon had woken up. Laughter and discussions filled the air. Ram Krishna baje, next door put on his usual morning bhajan of "hari sharanam" while the kids on the yellow house were already starting with their drums. Panku dai must be in shower for i could hear his usual spurts of "hara hara mahadev". I could even make out kubre's voice from his chaut "kasto chiso paani hai, ekkai saas ma nahai maile ta" Santa bajai was nursing her new borne naati "ghaam didi aau, badaal didi jaau." Yes, everyone had their hands full either with bathing or washing. I wondered if it had always been like this in ktm or was it only after the water shortage. It didn't matter to me. I gave myself the final ultimatum of ten minutes. I wanted to think of something exciting---[ohhh fucche ko aaja b'day. We are all invited. I perked up. Shivani might come too....
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She should come....
"baabu! ajhai suti rachas...chado uthera nuhauna ja na herr...pheri paani siddincha" my eldest sister managed everything in one breath. She had this obsession with water that we had named her the water minister of the house. I had to play my part carefully now. "la la" i succumbed quietly, pretended to wake up in bed, giving out fake yawns and rubbed my eyes. The acting was satisfactory; she bought it.
[ooo....."kasto garmi! nirulaas ma icecream khana jana paye po" she had said last summer. I had watched her closely then". It was winter now, but i wanted to go to Nirulas. I wanted to sit by Shivani and watch her happily munch on mango tango . I dreamt of her coming in that sleek black kurtha surwal with white sawl. She looked like a goddess. uggh! why does she resort to those baggy pants and bizzarre skirts sometimes....]
"Gojyangre ajhai suti racha" my heart pounded as I heard my dad's voice rise nextdoor. "kasto bhayera gayo yo keto...uta tarkari line thau ma Raju ni athyo. kasto smart. namaste uncle bhanyo. afai kinmel garera farkyo"
"pant baje ka santan ta atti smart chan ni" my mom joined in to inflict my wound.
"padera matrai k garnu, byabhar garna sake po yo keto le." I took the pillow and wrapped it around my head so that i didn't have to hear anything. Everything was getting louder
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[....She smiled exposing her dimples. The rare natural phenomenon I had witnessed often that Dashain. she even slapped me in frivolity for losing all the money in cards, and later apologized to me...wow! that was really cute. I thought..]
"Oysss uth ta chado" my younger sister joined in now. She was combing her wet hair taking a careful scrutiny of my room. "nahuana ja na! katti dukha dinchas" I got mad. even my little sister was picking on me now. "aaudina! la k garches?" i retorted clenching my teeth. "naaye naaija ta". she sprinkled water from her hair on my face and ran off. In my mad rage, I took the pillow and hurled it towards the door narrowly missing her. She giggled and made her way upstairs. I laughed at my own rage. Yes it was time to rise and shine. I brushed up and tried to comb down my "porcupine hair" hyatt..i thought. It wouldn't level down.
I slowly made my way upstairs towards the kitchen. The aroma of masu, kauli and achar watered my mouth like pavlov's dogs. I swallowed hard. My mom gave me a brief look and continued on the silauta. "talai man parne golveda ra dhaniya ko achar banako chu. chado nuhayera aaija ta"
"hass hass! oiee makuri" i saw my sister burning some meat right at the stove "euta chakhum na" "ees dinchu, aghi k bhanya thees" she got me back. I slowly made my way to the bathroom and turned on the knob for hot water. I waited for a while. A frigid cold water trickled down. I got enraged once more. "maami! ek thopa ni tato paani chaina..k khana solar rakhya hola.....kaile tato pani aaye po" my mom laughed. "sodh na terai bau lai" she summoned me to heat water in a dekchi and i did that in silent rage.
"babu! bhuteko masu ra cheura khanchas ta" "khadina!" i was still thinking of the cold shower that awaited me. "khali nauhauni nuhauni nuhauni" i jharkoed. i took a deep breath. "boru masu bhat nai khanchu" My mom is not the best cook in this world, but there's something magical about masu bhat she makes every saturday. It has that homely aroma that I have yet to experience elsewhere in the world.
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| sneharika |
Posted
on 10-Jun-03 05:51 PM
Oys!!!
tyo sneha aunty ma ta hoina hai???? :O)Ajhai tyo shivanilai birsya chaina??
...jokes apart.....a good one...i could picture all the characters...khatra chha discription ta. Malai pani kasto masu bhuja miss bhayo ni.
keep on writing hai.....who knows...samrat uppadhya in a making ho ki?
:O)
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| thapap |
Posted
on 10-Jun-03 06:49 PM
oys,
nice one. been reading ur post for a long time.. but this time could not stop from admiring it... . Kinda personal (o:
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| Silent-Observer |
Posted
on 11-Jun-03 07:00 AM
Yet another incredible fusion of vivid words and feelings... Ah! memories of home.
Great job!
;)
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| Poonte |
Posted
on 11-Jun-03 09:31 AM
Nakarauna! Aaja yesto laamo laamo kathaa padhne mood chhaina ke! Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr.......
eheheheh :P
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| Deep |
Posted
on 11-Jun-03 11:01 AM
Oys_
As always, just the word "hadigau" took me right back. this time i was sitting by that pokhari facing east toward bhagawatithan and listening your story.
Damn!
P.S. Tyo monti lai chineko chha? gurung?
[kya busy bhaiyo bhane---euta Roger ko katha lekham bhanya bhyakai haina----July 4th ma Boston ko fireworks herne haina ta Oys? charles river ko pool ma basera, hadigaun ko jatra jasto garera? ma pani aaunu paryo kyare!
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| DWI |
Posted
on 11-Jun-03 11:39 AM
Aesthetically enchanting, poetically enriching.
What a read.
Thanks for pushing us to that dimple filled with love potion; Romance guru.
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| yatri |
Posted
on 11-Jun-03 02:35 PM
Oys,
Your works are eclectic. In the earlier month, you presented us with a story that showed your penchant for getting into trouble, where some of us could totally relate to. Now you present us with a illustrious story that makes us go back to our own memory lane that we idealize and romaticize. Bravo kid:)
best wishes,
yatri
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 11-Jun-03 04:46 PM
Oys Ji:
Tenacious and meticulous in your narrations!
Enjoyed it! :)
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| GurL_Interrupted |
Posted
on 11-Jun-03 07:29 PM
Oys,
U ended it abruptly *Grrrrr* I think there is more to it...but u decided not to share w/ us! Hm... It was good!
P.s. Seems like sabai hadigaon ko daju-bhai were active in puppy love ;-)? Hm...4rm my perception! Deep, urself....& more....I might be wrong. Pardon me, if my perception is wrong! Or Hadigaon was blessed w/ many beautifuL didi-bhaini apsara haru! Hm.... :=D! Never mind!
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| OU812 |
Posted
on 12-Jun-03 03:53 AM
Walking down the long and winding memory lane of handigaon, wondering where my soul is heading on, to this brighter end. Many miles and many tears. Times were great but now they're changing, You should know you shouldn't be afraid..
Oooo I want to stay
In Handigaon.
This saturday, gonna sleep late, have tea without brushing my teeth and gonna have masu bhaat lunch... afai pakaunu parcha :o(
Majja Ayo.
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 12-Jun-03 05:45 AM
"Oooo I want to stay
In Handigaon. " OU812
"Oooooo I want you today!
I'm Ready For Love.
Ooooh baby I'm ready for your love!!!............"
Main Themes of Oys' Memory Lane stories! ;)
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| OU812 |
Posted
on 12-Jun-03 06:30 AM
Handiman from Handigaon
Hey girls, gather round, listen to what I'm putting down.
Hey babe, I'm your handi man.
I'm not the kind to use a pencil or rule,
I'm handi with love and I'm no fool,
I fix broken hearts, I know that I truly can.
If your broken heart should need repair,
then I'm the man to see.
I whisper sweet things,
you tell all your friends,
they'll come running to me.
Here is the main thing I want to say, I'm busy 24 hours a day.
I fix broken hearts, I know that I truly can.
Comma, comma, comma, com, com, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Comma, comma, comma, com, com, yeah, yeah, yeah,
they'll come running to me.
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| oys_chill |
Posted
on 12-Jun-03 11:56 AM
Sneha jyu, ho ho, hajur lai samjhera sneha aunty aaunu bhako ! Samrat in the making? haha......Ruler cha? naak ko size napnu paryo :)
Thapap,
Sincere gratitude for your comments. More than the praise of my writing and the stories, it gives me immense satisfaction when a person like you pops up and can relate to my story! EXTRA SOMETHING!
Silent jyu,
memories of home, or looking forward to home? GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!
Poonte dai,
hajur ko "choila" is not far behind either :). kaile kahi bolne kotha ma ni chirisyos na..darshan napako dherai bhayo :P
Deep dai, sitting by gahana pokhari, facing east ward re:O.........sardar ji kai ghar pheri aayo ni? I hope with stories, we can change the people's perception of handigaon... aroo lekhne kura roger ma lekhi saken!
DWI JYU,
katti furkako hau? Romance guru? or unattainable romance? :)
Thank you, yatri aka futile hiker :)
your words of praise are equally electric as well. Glad you enjoyed it and could relate to it.
Sitara jyu,
yes Love is the crux of life. Be it love of family, food, friends,place .......it is all love aint it? I am little disheartened that you fell to see my stories beyond romantic love :(
OU812 boroooo,
This saturday, gonna sleep late, have tea without brushing my teeth and gonna have masu bhaat lunch... afai pakaunu parcha :
ehehe.......boru, nuhauna napare ta jhan soon ma suganda.....armika ma hot shower lida lida, chala khuilina lagyo :(
Muri Muri dhanyabaad all!
Oys
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| Poonte |
Posted
on 12-Jun-03 12:10 PM
Balla bala padhen..sab...aekai saas ma... :)
so many things that we all could relate to, I am sure!Mero pani jawaani ko yaad aayera bhutukkai bhayen...
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| nkt |
Posted
on 12-Jun-03 12:23 PM
Great job son... make mama proud again and again :) muaah
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| Deep |
Posted
on 12-Jun-03 12:28 PM
Ke ho Oys ko ta sajha "mom" sajha"aunt" dhama dham aauna laye ta khule aam? huh? meri bassai!
Nakkali maal dekhi sabadhan bhanthyo ke ko bigyapan ma ho!
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| Rusty |
Posted
on 12-Jun-03 12:42 PM
Haina, yo Oys le katti lekna sakeko?? Ek din kurakani herena bhane, Oys ko eeuta memory lane miss hune jasto cha??? La babu, timile aatti nai ramro lekheu, parsi Amherst ma Momo party ma ma timri lai TOKMA lagaidinchu( Best memory narrator/writter)... another classic piece of your memory lane.
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| Hellbound |
Posted
on 13-Jun-03 12:51 PM
Oys_Chill,
very nice. I comprehensively finished reading. Your reminiscing ability past compare. You remember every bit of your history, which has already blown in the wind. As always, when I read your memory lane, I tend to put myself on your "I" character and ride on it. Kaha bata, mechi special chiya ko kura nikalyo.. Hmmm aroma of mechi chiya always dwells on my *fourth sense*. Ani, your crush (puppy crush) reminded me of my own past, when I fell in love with a girl long ago, almost one-sided. Ehehe!!
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| kaZ_thug |
Posted
on 16-Jun-03 03:32 AM
osyyyy... panku dai ??? katai tyo ta pareana aaani shivani katai tyo ta parena???
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