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| oys_chill |
Posted
on 27-Jul-03 03:31 AM
I wondered ceaselessly on the dull ceilings. The fan reeled on relentlessly giving me fleeting relief from the scorching night.I was still trying to comprehend how, where, when and why I had seen Sheetal that afternoon. Seven years seems like a lot at one end,but at the same time she had not lost her elegance through this period of time. She still had those big almond eyes that intrigued everyone , her long silky hair that rollicked back and forth as she confidently strode amidst the busy market,and her irresistible innocent look that captivated the most stone hearted creature on the planet. Our eyes met just once and she quickly pretended it did not. She never turned back.
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"Oyss! hami sita khelchas?" my sister inquired.I was too young to understand the implication of this childhood game yet I readily agreed to become the "BEHULA." I was the only guy amidst six girls which included two of my sisters. It didn't come as a surprise
as they chose Sheetal for the "behuli". "Khyal khyal ko bihe" was an eternal bliss for me, for everyone treated me so well, and Sheetal was beside me. Yet there was something so irritating about Sheetal that baffled me. She wouldn't talk and she acted so dumb rambling strange things. Her silence haunted me sometimes, for we never uttered a word
with each other though we were supposed to be eternal bride and bridegroom for the day.At the end of it all, while my sisters performed various fake rituals,
she would sulk away and go home leaving me shattered from the core. Though I didn't flaunt it, I was happy when my sisters and her friends chose me and sheetal to be the "perfect jodi" for each of their trivial games.
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There was a loud knock in our door one Sunday afternoon. I ran towards it to answer it anticipating some thrill.To my surprise and strange anxiety, I saw Sheetal staring blankly back at me. She looked pale, slightly blushed and she stammered to take the name of my sister. She could not face me as if she had committed some heinous crime and had come to confess to the almighty. I quickly called on my sister, but I didn't move an inch from my spot for I was equally concerned of her hysteria.
"Hami ta jaana laako" she slowly motioned to my sister with her face tilted down.
"kaha?" my sister, who had become her best friend for years, inquired.
"Hong Kong" She continued slowly. "Daddy ko transfer bhayecha" She let it out slow.
"ani kaile farkine ta" my sister started to turn pale now
"Khoi thaha chaina" she gave me another of those blank stares at me moving her view away from my sister for the first time.
I felt paralyzed. I did not no know what to do. I didn't know if she'd ever come back. Did she expect me to say something?
I felt dizzy then. I would not be able to join in this "behula behuli" game for a long time it seemed. There wasn't another legilblee candidate.
"La ta janchu. pheri farkinchu ni" She almost burst into tears. She ran back as fast as she could.
*******
Life after high school had taken an ominous form for me. Yetthat Friday, I convinced Sudeep to buy some ratna park ko titaura and head off to Basantapur. After Suman, Bibek and Abhas had left for abroad, I felt terribly alone. Now only sudeep was left and he was to leave for US in very near future.
We laughed as we pretended again to be buying titauras for our sisters and munched our way towards the spot we really enjoyed once in a while.As we climbed the terrace of this temple, the market in Basantapur seemed to be in its peak on friday afternoon.
We took the seat beside the tourists and gazed on the busy world. What was to become of our lives,we hadn't the faintest clue.
Amidst all this, I spotted Sheetal from 100 yards away just like that. I wouldn't recognize her if she hadn't come with her mom, who had that same waist line silky hair that dazzled from afar.
"Sheetallll" I gasped. "K re" Sudeep inquired. "Pheri ko dekhyo" He was beginning to get tired of me spotting people I knew whenever we were in Basantapur.
Yet I didn't hear him. I was tranfixed at this figure that I had longed for seven years. She had grown up to become this barbie doll kinda woman, I thought.
She blew my mind away. I begged lord that she saw me. While her mother was bargaining with the banana vendor, she started to wander around with her looks.
Within seconds, she spotted me, atop the terrace of this beautiful temple. All I could was manage a smile. She stared at me with the same blank look she had once while
we played that childhood game. "She had grown up to be an elegant lady" that's all i could say to myself. She was indeed stunning. My heart raced over time,
as i lay there motionless. Suddenly her stare turned into a scowl. She turned away indifferently as she followed her mom go to another vendor.
*****
"Oys k bho, koslai dekhyo" Sudeep was literally shaking me.
"Sheetal I gasped again" I had never thought of Sheetal till that day for seven monotonous years. i hadn't the faintest clue if she was ever gonan return. But now she had.
"KO Sheetal, kun sheetal, ufffff" Sudeep was getting tired.
I couldn't get my eyes off her as she disappeared into the crowd.It was beginning to get dark around us. "26 no ko bus chutla pheri, ghar jaam" sudeep adviced as he suckled onto the last "titaura" he had with him.
As we made our way through the menacing crowd of the Friday evening, I awaited anxiously if there would be any faces that would turn back. It was too dark to see. Had she recognized me? I wasn't too sure. Did she remember our "behula-behuli game" I was doubtful. Was someone turning back to steal a peek of her childhood friend? I couldn't really tell. Life's a fastlane and I was plunging into the darkness of the summer evening.
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| ebony_firefly |
Posted
on 27-Jul-03 05:18 AM
carefully crafted work of art.:)
feeling of anticipation is what engulfs you all the way.. .
i hope there will be part two to this piece.
keep it flowing oys...
blac_
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| OU812 |
Posted
on 27-Jul-03 05:25 AM
Seven years just waiting for a chance,
To tell her how I feel, and maybe get a second glance,
Now I've got to get used to not living next door to Sheetal...
Howzaaat, bowled by another Maiden over. When will our Handiman get the maiden of his dream and set on a maiden voyage to maiden land of dreams. I hope there is a fairy tale happy ending to all your stories from Handigaon. If not you will end up with Iron Maiden.
A pleasure read.
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| OU812 |
Posted
on 27-Jul-03 05:26 AM
Oi Blac_ paji ke 6? How is your watercolor painting going on? Where r u these days? KTM or US? Still on hating spree?
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| ebony_firefly |
Posted
on 27-Jul-03 06:02 AM
still painting once in a while..but these days its in the solitude of mountains..dude:)
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 27-Jul-03 07:06 AM
Oys my MC!!
Another sensitive piece! Great!
I recall those "behula behuli" days; I always wanted to be the mother of the behuli.... so I got to "cook", "singaroo- pataro the behuli" (used my amazing 7- yrs- old's fashion sense!) and pretend to cry in the loudest, whiniest voice!!!
:)
Hi Ebony:
So nice to see you again!
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| psychodreamer |
Posted
on 27-Jul-03 11:40 AM
Oys now it must be fourteen years. ooni kaha chin ??
Those kind of love are precious oys and i think they are even better if they remain precious forever and precious are the things which are hard to get :)
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| muskaan |
Posted
on 27-Jul-03 01:48 PM
hi oys
i still remember that day when we played "Khyal khyal ko bihe"
and i also had spotted u from the middle of the crowd but i was helpless ... i had to act as if i didn't noticed u ... i wish i could meet u again and go back to the past and be khyal khyal ko behula behuli ........but......
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| Trikal |
Posted
on 27-Jul-03 07:30 PM
Oys bhai,
Excellent presentation. Summer tira yata aaune bichar chaina ta?
Trikal....
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| phateko_kattu |
Posted
on 27-Jul-03 11:05 PM
Sitara ji
I also happened to recall those "behula- behuli " days .I always wanted to be a father of Behuli . Rino-mato .....pretended to borrow money for behuli ko lagi daajo (used my amazing 7 yrs old art of borrowing money ) ..managing for the grand Suvha -Bibaha .etc
but we are not 7 yrs kids anymore .....KB46 ?..hehe
what a co-incidence hagi ?
:0)
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| phateko_kattu |
Posted
on 27-Jul-03 11:10 PM
daajo=Daaijo
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| Rusty |
Posted
on 28-Jul-03 05:50 AM
Crusader,
Very nice!
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| kalankisthan |
Posted
on 28-Jul-03 06:05 AM
Oysssa!!! suppa!!!
Four Thumbs uppa!!! (including 2 of 880) ;)
Aru pani jaawosh, before the hectic fall semester begins!!
Kura asti ko, I miss it again... Heard, it was one heck of a show!! (source: dai bro)!!! :(
Laterz!
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 28-Jul-03 06:26 AM
Phateko Kattu ji:
Tyahi ta what a coincidence; I, the behuli's mother, you the behuli's father. But I don't remember you wearing phateko kattu in those days! Ke ho hajur.... Rin le sarai dubayo jasto cha ni!!!
;)
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| jira |
Posted
on 28-Jul-03 07:31 AM
one of your best
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| najar |
Posted
on 28-Jul-03 07:40 AM
Cherishing!
Tyo behula behuli ko game chahi saarai popular jasto chha--sabai le kheleko. Haami chahi behulaa behuli putali laai banaunthhem...aaama, baau, daju, bahini, saathi haru haami banthhem! Feri khelne ho ki saathi haru, syau ko sahar maa tyestai khel haru, sounds liek there will be enough people to take each role? :p
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| Deep |
Posted
on 28-Jul-03 11:35 AM
Nam matra sheetal re chha tara kasto polne ni hai Oys?
Na padikan nai ramro chha lekhdim ki jasto lagi sakya thyo (naramro huni ta kurai chhaina ni) tara pani napadi lekhna sakina.
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| ou812 |
Posted
on 28-Jul-03 11:53 AM
After bihe, did any of the behula's out there have the urge to escape and head to the nearest ambak tree or play guccha?
When passing by maiti ghar, recieved angry stares and earfull "Khelne bela ma khelcha, ani safa garne ma bhagcha, Katti Boldina timi sanga"
Still scary!!
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| oys_chill |
Posted
on 28-Jul-03 12:07 PM
thanx all.
firefly bro, long time no see! heard u r having fun. I can't wait to do the same as u r doing! :). second part Nepal aaye pachi lekchu :) ehe
OU812 bro, don't you worry! the drought is gonna end soon. No more maiden overs. I have learned some tips on how to hit the late cut and the reverse sweep ;). But the turf here in US is too unpredictable, I want it innocuous like back home!
Sitara jyu, mother of behuli or mentor of behuli ;)?
Psychodreamer, the memories were precious..but it wasn't lop :P
Muskaan, Muskaan, BUTT does makes the cowards of us all :P
Trikal maharaj :) long time! Sukuti haroo banaune hall sunya thiyen ;) ahile....ta ali mildaina..aaba dorm sare pachi milamna parla
Thanx Rusty and kalanki.........yah it was ONE HECKA SHOW! Jira dai thanx.
najar dizzu, putali haroo sanga khelna chai ali laaz lagthyo re kya ;)
Deep bro, tyai ho kura! sheetal sheetal memories.....namitho anubhuties :(
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| oys_chill |
Posted
on 28-Jul-03 12:08 PM
eheh 0u812 bro,
i used to get index finger and kanchi aaula, KUN CHAI KATTI RE? index finger choose garyo bhane "ZINDAGI" bhar nabolne..kanchi aaula liyo bhane "For that day" ho kyare ehhe.........of course, never had the guts to go for index finger :)
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| Rusty |
Posted
on 28-Jul-03 12:10 PM
Comfy, feri ekpalta padheko, kya daami lekheko. Dyaaaam!! Now, you have become a perfect writer.. Memory lane veteran... Ma pani eeuta merory lane lekhau bhaneko, ML101 class lina aaunu parcha jasto cha.. :)
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| ou812 |
Posted
on 28-Jul-03 12:14 PM
Oys, as I remember, Katti was placing thumb under your chin and jerking it forward while maintaining a scowl on your face.
kanchi aunla was for make up.
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| oys_chill |
Posted
on 28-Jul-03 12:16 PM
ajha, thuk layera hoina? eheh. now i remember someone else scowling GOSH! need a break
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| vibrant_soul |
Posted
on 28-Jul-03 12:48 PM
oys,
very touching indeed. keep it flowing!
sinch!
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| Dwi |
Posted
on 30-Jul-03 04:48 AM
I liked the presentation a lot. The content was okay (sorry, but I am being honest, but it sure was touching), but you just made me a fan of your writing style. With such a simple, real life experience (?) event, you created an art of literature.
Your style of presenting the present, then rewinding to past and back to present has lots of uniqueness to it. Again, I just loved the style. You should start on something of bigger volume.
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| oys_chill |
Posted
on 30-Jul-03 11:45 AM
Sinch how/where these days. thanx for stopping by. and keep in touch. Any plans of going back soon. We should definitely hang out near saraswati than ;)..duwai lai payak parne thaun
DWI jyu, Thanx for your candid comments. Honestly, The state and time when I was writing this piece itself was very blurry. I have to agree that content was very mediocre compared to other lanes. Josh aako bela lekhdi halya ni, and even that is diminishing slowly but surely. A larger volume re ?? sangai lekhni bhanya hoina ta ?? Its almost august, I can sense semester storm approaching already :(
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| Silent-Observer |
Posted
on 02-Aug-03 08:24 AM
:)
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