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| oys_chill |
Posted
on 09-Sep-03 07:28 PM
I watched as blood dripped from my finger. The more I washed away in the sink, the more it oozed out like a trickling stream. I had always been a novice when it came to cooking. It was the second time I had cut myself in many days, in my juvenile cooking fiasco. I wondered for a while if I really needed a band aid. Oh well! the cut was too trivial compared to many deep wounds I beared. Blood had to shed one way or the other. Its rather the few muddled scars that come back to haunt you in the long run.
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It was a typical Saturday lunchtime; the only time in the week when the entire family had the meal together. The phone rang without an alarm. My sister scurried off to answer it. She was amidst wild SLC mania, so phone was her favourite delicacy at the time. She came back within seconds with a suspicious smile.
"Oys!" she giggled. "Tero phone!" My parents hated when my friends called while we were having meals. She added oil to the fire as she exclaimed, "Oys! KETI KO PHONE." Suddenly, everyone stopped eating. THey all stared at me, as if I had just got a call from a police station or something.I shrugged off and went ahead to answer it, nervous and excited at the thought of who the person could be. I could feel my heart pound like electric drums. It was my first year in a co-ed school, and I had not adjusted to its mileau, so I guess my parents were out of the question in terms of understanding my
social needs.
"Hello" I tried to sound as courteous as possible.
"HI! Oys ho? Its me!"I couldn't believe my ears. It was Sheetal allrite. Her ever so soft,endearing voice that dessipated from the other end just left me speechless.
"Oys, are u there?" She inquired.
"aanh! Sheetal, yehi chu. Kata baata timi?"
"Oh sorry! actually, Suman le timro no. deko. Tyo botany practical bare sodnu thiyo......
I went back to the kitchen with a scintillating feeling. To my surprise, five curious, anxious eyes were all waiting for a legimate clarification. I blushed heavily. "aaba bistarai keti ko ni phone aauna suru bhayo", my dad gave his usual satire. My mom smiled only half heartedly, while my sisters rejoiced for they knew they would not only have to be victims from now on for getting calls from opposite sexes.
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Sheetal was different from other gals. She was not the most hyped, nor the most vibrant,nor she flaunted out her enthusiasm in public like other gals. Her quiet, outspoken, gentle and shy personality simply tickled me. This complimented perfectly with her long flowing hair, that dazzled in the class yet hid half of her face while she spoke. The best part was we never had to talk about her with any of my friends. She was like the hidden angel that could only be seen if you were were willing to spend some time seeking her.
I liked this low profile of her which made me happy at all times in class. Perhaps we didn't connect as well by means of communication. However, even in the limited mundane talks of hi's and hello, there was something very special. I cannot explain this euphoric feeling right now, but it was there then. The kind of chemistry that sparkled when we passed each other in the corridors, saw each other at bus stops, or when
she turned around to pick her bag-- our eyes would meet accidentally, and we'd gaze for a timeless moment. This rippling bond was there, well, at least, I always felt it.
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It was the last day of the school. Emotions were high among students. Photographs, autographs, and the eternal bond of frienship and brotherhood was all put to test. As I wandered around in the class like others in quest of few lines of memoirs from your classmates, I stumbled over Sheetal's desk.
Perhaps the gals had decided to follow the last day dress code. Sheetal too was in a dazzling kurtha surwal. She looked much more vibrant than other days. "Hi Oys" she smiled at me. I felt like I was in heaven. I couldn't wait to see what she'd write for me in my notebook. That was that.
As the final bell rang around 4 o clock, the emotional outburst was more readily accepted in the classroom and beyond. It was a very difficult time for all of us to leave our best buddies and separate into different ways of life. Suman and I stayed far from the madding crowd, in one of the stair cases, which had been our favourite sight seeing ;) place for two years. WE could get a panoromic view of students still clinging to each other.
"Sheetal lai aaja kasto chwank dekhya hau!" Suman's remark stirred me a little. He was
watching motionless at the same resplendant creature as I was. I nod my head in agreement. I blushed for I wondered if Suman knew my feelings for Sheetal and was teasing me. "Tyo Sandeep moro kya lucky!" Suddenly, his words took a precarious twist.
"KO SANDEEP?" I burst out at once.
Suman looked at me in disbelief. "Tyo Sandeep k. Physics ko. Aaba yini haroo dui jana ko bare timlai thaha chaina chai nabhana" Suman gave a dubious smile, which soon transformed into a sarcastic laughter. "oie Oys, katai timlai ni man parcha ki k ho?"
"HUH? hoina mula! tyasto kei hoina" I tried to sound as natural as possible. With a heavy heart, I gave my best shot which Suman bought. A tingling sensation rocked my body. With great uneasiness, I reached for the bag that lay by my side, unzipped it, and reached for the notebook filled with memoirs. I turned the pages in great desperation and stopped at the page where Sheetal had poured out her feelings.
What an emotional fool I had been. Her writing beared a very indifferent tone. Clearly inscribed in a calligraphic, blue prints were words:
"Oys! you have always been a great help. especially in practicals. Don't ever change" :)
DUHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!
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| KaLaNkIsThAn |
Posted
on 09-Sep-03 07:51 PM
LOL!!!!
aaang siringa parcha, oys ko memory lane le!!
Thanks for the memory lane dude!!
Nothin' could be better than this, before I go to bed!! ;))
(sheetal hunt garna jaane ki? eh.. )
aru ni jaawosh!!! ;)
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| ashisharyal |
Posted
on 09-Sep-03 08:23 PM
Oys your letter reminds of something that happened in 98-2000 batch of viswa niketan science campus tripureshwor, Well really enjoyed it.
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| GurL_Interrupted |
Posted
on 09-Sep-03 08:52 PM
Nice :).
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| yoUnGbLooDZ |
Posted
on 09-Sep-03 09:15 PM
oys./. tero love story.. i mean.. not love story but story of love mah ta ma euta indian movie nai banaune bhaye.. heri rakh.. hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.. dami cha.. keep on writing foe..
yb
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| Rusty |
Posted
on 10-Sep-03 06:58 AM
Hmmmm...Oysaaaaa
Nice nice, keep it up...Another great story about your crush...:P
How many girls do you have crush with
Before you call yourself a man?
The answer is certainly blowin' in the wind;)
>>It was my first year in a co-ed school
I never thought you went to co-ed school.
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| oys_chill |
Posted
on 10-Sep-03 08:18 AM
thanx fellas!
kalanki bru, hunting jane bhaye aaunus na ta yeta ;)!
AshishAryal, thank you for your words. hmmm viswo niketan campus, 98-2000 batch hmm! Interesting! was sheetal there re kya? :P
Thanx G_I!:)
oiee yb foe, kina indian movie? nepali movie banauna mildaina? ta ra tero parooo hero heroine jhann ;) bichar garr! :P
Rusty bru, thank you for your dylanic reminder ;). co-ed school aka high school, in better terms in nepali, I. Sc. :). mero ta crushes matrai, hajur ko lops ni???? kata jawosh!
la laterz
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| Rusty |
Posted
on 10-Sep-03 08:31 AM
Umm seasonal crush on different girls are eternal...:P
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| SimpleGal |
Posted
on 10-Sep-03 09:51 AM
Elegantly narrated memoir Oys! Loved it.
Crushes are what make life worth living. Few of us know what LOVE really is! So enjoy the feeling of being "crushed" by a feeling while it lasts! We only live once.
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| everythingzen22 |
Posted
on 10-Sep-03 11:32 AM
Nice One OYS CHILL...the tortured lover...and profound story teller...gripping sensitive yet funny...
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| oys_chill |
Posted
on 11-Sep-03 05:55 AM
ty ty simpy zyu and everythingzen,
simpy jyu, some of us know TRUE LOVE? ahem ahem! experience ho?
Who are you re again zen bru? chinya chinya jasto lagyo ni!
la la maryo..laterzz!
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| AX |
Posted
on 11-Sep-03 06:13 AM
Great memoir Oys. Truly awesome. katai biratnagar ki keti ta parena :-)
I think this is the 101st crush that I got to know about yours ;) Got more??? keep them coming......
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| SimpleGal |
Posted
on 11-Sep-03 07:20 AM
Oys, when I said few of us know what LOVE is, I meant that I am among the many who don't know what what love is! : ) Maybe my writing wasn't clear. Crushes are more frequent than Love is what I was trying to say. So, since love is a rare feeling experienced by a few people, enjoy the feeling of crush!
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| Poonte |
Posted
on 11-Sep-03 09:04 AM
Thikai ho, OYS...lop-sop garnu hunna...crush matra garni...paye suntala, napaye bhuintala...baato laagni...testa taruni haru ta katti aunchhan, katti janchhan...aafno jaali balliyo rahe samma, kahan jaalis machheli merai dadiya...lu jaa ta...
Chha koi taruni haru aba mero talu ma jutta hanne? herum ta! bau ko chhori bhaye tyo syandil taakera matra dekhaa ta...la ta...:P
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| saday |
Posted
on 11-Sep-03 09:26 AM
Oys bhai ra mero experiences haru dherai mildo rahicha, hehe. Good work bhai.. aru pani lekhdai gara hai...
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| prem_dai |
Posted
on 11-Sep-03 09:40 AM
Sleep more, increase your memory!!
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| oys_chill |
Posted
on 11-Sep-03 12:48 PM
AX bruu.........bull's eye re kya ajha ;)
101 re :O. hmmm! have u been keeping count ki k ho?
pooo dai...........mane baba hajur lai mane ;)....hajur ko advice jai hoss!
Saday daiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii, howdy, nice to see ya :) ty ty. eheh hajur ra mero ajha katti stories mileko ta kura garna banki nai cha ;)
prem dai, memory increase garna sleep ta kaam lagthyo..tara, padnu ni paryo.kunni, kolle bhanya ho, pade pachi thulo manche hoincha re ta :S
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| psychodreamer |
Posted
on 11-Sep-03 06:07 PM
:)
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| noname |
Posted
on 11-Sep-03 06:48 PM
Ke audhi kura aaune yo OYS lai !
Nice one, again !!
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| muskaan |
Posted
on 17-Sep-03 09:44 AM
oys... mero ta aashu nai aayo ni lasta tira ta
great narration
aba arko kahile???
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| lonely |
Posted
on 17-Sep-03 11:30 AM
Oys bro,
aati dami lagyo...your story is very intersting and common to most fo the guys....
How was your first feeling when a beautiful gal like Sheetal called you?
Simpal gal jiu, hajur ta kura sundai experiened jasto chha ni...
Don't think that I am no more lonely, just because I don't pst so often in sajha hai hajur..
Oys bro, aaru ni jawas ni..hajur sadhai crush ko raja but prem ko bhoko ho ki kya ho??
always lonely
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| phoenix |
Posted
on 17-Sep-03 03:27 PM
A very beautiful piece....it is something which almost everyone has faced . It's more vivid coz we could identify ourselves with the character. Your first paragraph really captures ones attention. And i like the way you have used 'dialogue' in between .
A great job Oys!! Keep them coming.
PEACE :)
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| najar |
Posted
on 22-Sep-03 08:18 AM
Arreyy oie mere baap ki bichhade huwe dost ke bete oys_chill, where art thou? Next family get together in India, hai?
Was wonderful to see the setting at and around which so many memory lanes took place. Equally nice was to put the face behind the few characters have had a chance to read so much. A key mention was a special person of whom i hold a vivid memory of oys_chill's one of the first few (or is the very first??) memory lanes. When i saw him after doing darshan sarshan first thing that swept through my mind was--"Ye oys, uu le ta uu" :)
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