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| oys_chill |
Posted
on 11-Oct-03 01:41 AM
I stood still enthralled by the beauty of the full moon. It looked so beautiful midst
the cloudless sky.Suddenly, I was gripped with nostalgia that attacks me during
transient weekends. But this nostalgia was very vivid indeed, as the full moon
marks the end of our most rejoiced festival. Dashain had come and gone again without
much a-do. The last full moon I remember of Dashain brings the crisp,clear sound of
laughter and joy, when we were all seated outside in the bardali playing and singing. I
still don't know if moon was more beautiful or was it Shivani.Both looked very soft and serene.
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I couldn't believe my eyes. It was still raining in October. All throughout my dashain holidays, was gone without the lattai and changa, and by the time Tika came, the rain had subsided, but now my parents had other ideas.
"OYsss!" my mom's anxious voice stirred me. "Luga laiss babu? Raincoat pani boki rakh." Though I had protested heavily against going for tika to different relatives, my parents coerced to the fact that all my relatives wanted to see me as I am mostly away from home rest of the year. At that age, my mind couldn't comprehend anything but money, and being a boy, I knew even at the time, I was going to get very little. On the other hand, my sister was bubbling with smile from the morning, which irked me to my bones.
We must have been very tiny then, for both my younger sister and me easily fit in the petrol "tanki" of my dad's bike. She'd continue to whisper to me how much money she'd make throughout our trip. However, my mind was on something else for I smelled a premonition looming around us.
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"khali afno pariwar ma matrai jane nabhannus na!"
my mom was protesting to my father, while bargaining with the vendor on bananas and apples, at the same time. My dad would quip back now and then with severe austerity "thula, paka-bada, kaama paila janu parcha bhandai chu ta!"
My sister and I sat down "tusukka" at the other end of the street right by bhagwati bahal temple. As they crossed the street still arguing, they motioned us to go the temple to pay homage. my dad was still grumbling "chado gara chado!"
"eh eh! hilo hera hilo!" my father's warning came a little too late. Amidst the hurry, My mom slipped in the most horrid fashion ruining her beautiful silk saree throughout. She was spellbound wondering at the reaction of my father, with a kodak moment look. "aaba jauli timro maiti, yo gati ma" my father quipped again, and the tone of another dashain mahabharat had reached its climax, and we knew instantly where we were going next--home.
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Of course, my mom had lost the first hurdle. Perhaps, my dad felt a little bad now, he asked us to tell mom to take as much time as possible. Finally, at almost around 1, we reached our first destination. I personally did not like this place for I knew I wasn't gonna get a penny from anyone here with my past experiences.
"hernus ta hajur ko bhada le bato bhari karayera, mero tyasto gati bhayo" my mom had her sweet revenge explaining the morning incident to my dad's cousins. As in every typical household, everyone supported the buhari's cause. "Basu! buhari lai tyasto bhanne ho? buhari ta ghar ko laxmi hunn.."
Waiting for my turn to get tika, i was impatient for i just wanted to get it done. Now my dad had made it very explicit that I was suppoed to bow down to the legs of his fupu--there was no exception to it.
"............buwa le bhanda dherai padnu, thulo manche bhanya herna paiyoss, eh parmeswori" my dad's fupu finally ended blessings. I looked stealthily at the pack of fives that lay by her side, and I knew none of it was coming to me -- still i Hoped. I looked at my dad who was motioning me to bow down. However, my fupu was extending out her single hand (she had probably assumed that i'd just give my head), but with her hand in the way, there was no way i could reach her legs. Amidst all the confusion, I instead gave my hand and joined in hers to make the HIGH FIVE :). THough, it became the joke for many years to come, it was a sheer humiliating moment at the time.
"THUIKKA MORA! tyai sika the maile talain" my dad lost his temper. Unable to control my emotions at the time, tears trickled down like the dhobi khola of October. To make the matters worse, dad's fupu consoled me saying it was all rite and giving me a nice slice of Rs. 5, which I grasped with enermous guilt.
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*siddinai lagyo*
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| oys_chill |
Posted
on 11-Oct-03 01:42 AM
Finally things got better as we got to go to the mawali khalak. "hajur ko baini ko patakkai suddhi chaina, hoss garera kei kaam gare po!" now it was my father's turn to relate the story. "yo sanai dekhi yestai ho" my mama smiled, as me and my sister enjoyed sitting in the laps of our favourite mama whom he referred to as the prince and the princess.
The bhojpure styaled, laughter, nicknames and rowdy talks could be heard next door, and it was apparent, my mom had found her home again far from her original birthplace, among her siblings, brothers, and cousins. I turned to look at my sister who was busy playing with her envelope full of money, counting and recounting aloud. I looked at mine. It was less than half of hers. I wanted to beat her then, but at that age, I must say, she could have beaten the crap out of me.
As we thanked everyone for the hospitability, the ride back home was smoother. To all our surprise, dad maneuvered his bike towards NEW ROAD.New ROAd at the time was our disneyland.
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Apparently, he wanted to buy some camera related accessories, but it was an wonderful excuse for me and my sister to constantly go up and down the only escalator in the capital at the time. After thoroughly tired jumping up and down, and exploring the maze of bishal bazar we returned to our parents who at the time were perhaps trying to reconcile with each other sitting at the corner of the store..the last thing I heard was "Hajur pacharya bhaye, kasko ma paila lanu hunthyo..." that was that.
"Pugyo timi haroo lai?" we nodded our head. We wanted to go home and crash now. But my father was giving too much a surprise to handle. "lau hida, icecream khane bhaye." we were euphoric as we jumped up like the "complan" boy and "complan gal"
I had never seen my father as such a compassionate being throughout my life.
As we sat down again in tall stools in the icecream parlour lusciously licking our cones, I turned my attention to my sister. She was still bubbly like the morning. I hadn't done anything bout her attitude.I closely observed her ears. AAAH! i saw the most eccentric thing. One of her ears was noticeably smaller than the other. "Oiee makuri" I tried to sound as harsh as possible. " Tero euta kaan thulo, arko sano raicha, kapaal le, naluka ta! "
She jumped in shock, went to the nearby mirror, inspected her features for a while and returned back confident. "kukur! taile garda ta ho ni. asti sanibar, "bhettai" khelda, nali nira taile malai ladako hoina." Though it was almost entirely true, I blurted out "chup lagg! kasle bhettai khelnu bhanya thiyo ta!" she lusciously licked on her icecream without removing her evil stare from my face. For a moment I was scared, but I had no idea what was coming at me "kukur! afno KAAN herya chas...khub ramro cha? hatti kaane!
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My mom was sitting alone in the Bardali with my dad reflecting what had been an
eventful Dashain. All our relatives had gone back to their homes. ALl the children were gone. In a way, it was absolutely "soon saan." I went nearby them.
My mom smiled at me. " K bho babu? bhok lagyo" her tenderness touched me.
"hoina maami! chandra ma herna aako, katti ramro hagi?" I looked at the sky, but I could not hide anything from my maami.
"K bhayo baabu? kasaile k bhanyo? she insisted. I finally gave up.
"maamu, mero kaan kasto cha?" I asked innocently.
She pulled me towards her, embraced me, ran her hands through my face and finally touched my two protruding features, and gave a light peck on my cheek "Atti ramro cha, rajkumar jastai.........ooo tyo chandra ma jastai" She pointed to the bright full moon, which I followed and found it smiling upon me magnanamously.
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| KaLaNkIsThAn |
Posted
on 11-Oct-03 06:28 AM
Oyssssssssssssa!!!!
hahahaha!!!
This one is funny and touchin'... at the same time!!!
Enjoyed tremendously hehe... kahile ko guff ho yo? Motorcycle ko tanki ma ataaune re! LOL!!!
Are you from kaanpur? hehe...!!!
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| forget-me-not |
Posted
on 11-Oct-03 09:19 AM
Oys,
I still don't know if moon was more beautiful or was it Shivani.Both looked very soft and serene.
Ko ho yo Shivani....ke ko kura garna la bhanya ta.....aarkai po parechha...I was waiting patiently for Shivani to appear but she never did...ke ho tetso dhoka....
BTW, its great....I liked the way you write these stuffs...dhelai bhaye ni Happy b'day la...
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| roc1432 |
Posted
on 11-Oct-03 09:23 AM
Hahahahahahahahahhahahahhahahahahahhahahha
Oys bru ley hasayo.. nice one bro.. kaan ko story ko memory lane yati chadai lekhidiyeko .thought u would take longer.
"Atti ramro cha, rajkumar jastai.........ooo tyo chandra ma jastai" She pointed to the bright full moon, which I followed and found it smiling upon me magnanamously. "
hehehe nice ending.. bru i need to take some creative writing classes from you.
Dashain pani sakyo .aba tihar auney bela bhayo ..tyasaile sabai lai ahile dekhi nai tihar ko upalakshya ma hardik mangal maya suvakamana..
and jakko newa pasa pinta " Nhyu daya bhintuna"...
tareymam
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| jira |
Posted
on 11-Oct-03 10:33 AM
aajkaal balla hya churiphuri badhna thalyo.natra ta yo jyaan jhannai syalyakkai bhako ni
memory lane jindabaad
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| Rosie |
Posted
on 11-Oct-03 10:57 AM
What a beautiful piece...great material and what a graceful, sincere and clear narration. I refrain from reading long postings on Sajha, but this one was an exception. It made me laugh and cry at the same time. Oys, you should seriously consider publishing some of your works. Your writings have so much truth and down to earthness...its awesome. Keep up the good work :)
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| vibrant_soul |
Posted
on 11-Oct-03 11:25 AM
so subtley witty, yet so poignant!
oys bro la happy dashain hai ani happy b-day pani
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| GurL_Interrupted |
Posted
on 11-Oct-03 05:18 PM
Nice one Oysy! Shivani kee sheetal kee suntali? Now I ma confused :=D! Hera 3-tyaam ta haina? Eeeeh, suntali ka kura puraidinchu hai mata!
*Hehe*
I agree with rosie sis!
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| SimpleGal |
Posted
on 11-Oct-03 07:35 PM
What a beautiful memory lane Oys!!! A portrait of the "life" in dashain!! Funny and moving! Thanks for sharing with us such a wonderful glimpse of your dashain.
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| Poonte |
Posted
on 12-Oct-03 03:08 PM
Feri Shivani ko story bhanera danga pardai padhya ta...eheheh...tyo kaan ko story po? :P
DIYOOOOOOOOOOO! Kya sanga diyo! ehehehh...end ma ta aafnai kaan chhamna pugechhu maile ta...aba aina ma herna doudana paryo...
Salalalalala...ghar ko yaad ayo :( Mero chaai kaan ta hoina...taukai agadi niskane...ghantauke bhanthe! Ahile samma ni tei tauko nai atti prominent...aba chaai kapal jharera! eheheh
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| ru |
Posted
on 12-Oct-03 03:38 PM
great narration
remanence of those innocent, superficial and yet significant, burdens of childhood...hilarious and yet poignant, naive and yet wistful
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| oys_chill |
Posted
on 13-Oct-03 07:34 AM
Ehh! jhandai birsi ra...
Kalanki bru,
Tanki ma ataune deen haroo ma I used to be "thote" but without braces ;). I am from jaldo baldo handigaon ni ;) kaha kaanpur!
forget me not,
To be honest, had just read Deep's masterpiece, so ali kati influenced bhayechu...eheh....thought it wouldn't do anyharm to dissolve shivani this time ;). Thanx for your comments though!
Rocie,
chu jula? creation writing class re??? Dhewa cha ??
Jira dai, waiting for your daily masala mix, as well :)
Rosie jyu,
Dherai dherai dhanyabaad for your encouraging words. Writing about the past gives me immense joy as well, as everything seems PICTURE PERFECT. To be honest, I am not a very creative person myself; I cannot create stories. As for publishing, I believe I am still very Rustic...ali bela bhachaina.......but if u r really interested, one copy of collections chai computer lab ma print garera hajur lai pathauchu :) master copy re kya ;)
Hey Sinch,
Thanx buddy! hope to see you in the west when time flies ;) yah happy dashain to u too!
Hey G_I,
dhett! kaha shivani, sheetal ko kura public garya bhanya! suntali le thaha pai bhane, poilo gai bhane, kasko jimma huh?
Ty hai simpu dizzu, your encouragement keeps me driving yor jhatkas keep me going re kya ;)
Poonte dai, hahah! ghan tauke bhanera pheri kasko po yaad aai ra..la aroo bela bhanumala tyo chai! Ultimatum ko time siddina kati baanki cha ? cycle ko chain sain tayar param?
Ru,
Thanx for your comments. wordsworth dai le yesai child is the father of man dya ho ra?
>> loo aaba chai dhilo bho...........monday maniaa (in class) suruuuuuu! laterzz
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| Deep |
Posted
on 13-Oct-03 08:16 AM
Oys bro,
maile ni bhyaye!
kya--- ma oota Bhawana yata shivani kurya kurai---chappal ko loti chinya jasto bho ni!
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| najar |
Posted
on 13-Oct-03 09:31 AM
memory lane**
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| najar |
Posted
on 13-Oct-03 09:31 AM
Oys_chill's memory at its best. Mero second fav ho yo. First one chahi tei ke tei.
Mero kaan pani saarai thhulo chha, kyarne hola :( maami lai sodhna jaam ki kyaa ho.
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| Bal Matlab |
Posted
on 13-Oct-03 07:41 PM
Oys Bro,
ALi Lamo bhayeko le, tyam lagyo padhna. Dhila bhayeni ramrai sangai padhiyo. I thought this one "Memory Lane: PURNIMA OF DASHAIN!" was for those people talking about your "KAAN". Jiskya ni, na risaunu ni yo kura nikalya bhayera. Dubai deep dai le ra afu le, testo keti lukai dine bhanya, ke ho tragic hero haru ho ki kya ho. Aba maile ramro cha ta bhannai pardaina hola ni, sabai le bhanchan ni tyo ta. Malai mun parya part chahi
"siddinai lagyo", ma ni dherai comment lekhdina, "sakki halyo". Je hos dashain yaad ayo, ani tyo "complan boy and girl" ko add pani yaad ayo. Ma ni aja studio ma paint gari ra thiye, tauko ma tehi add chaina, "Nerolac" paint ko yaad ai rakheko ke.
Lekhdai garnu, ani khyal rakhnu, sabai ko kaha huncha ra testo "KAAN"
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 14-Oct-03 10:24 AM
Oys, my mc:
Donkey's (y)ears to match your ears! Elephant's (y)ears to match your memories. No doubt, Sheetal and Shivani lapse into bouts of hiccups every time your memory cache re-boots up!
Enjoyed it tremendously!
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| KaLaNkIsThAn |
Posted
on 14-Oct-03 01:15 PM
>>Kalanki bru,
Tanki ma ataune deen haroo ma I used to be "thote" but without braces ;). I am from jaldo baldo handigaon ni ;) kaha kaanpur!
Braces laa bhey ra hepya ki kyaa ho? eh... Daat jurukkai uthya bhaye pani braces laayera milaauna milcha, tyo uchhittya kaan ma braces laayera milne bhaye ta ma Kaan nai kaatera fyaaki dinchu!! eheh!
BTW, achel Oys memory lane pani haasi haasi lekhcha jasto cha!! Aba ke shivani ra sheetal ko guff garai bho?? They are gone with the wind... Brand new romantic "usko" memory lane kahile lekhne bro? Dharodharma, I refresh sajha every 1 minute hopin' to read your brand new memory lane on her -- eh!!! **wink wink**
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| Rosie |
Posted
on 14-Oct-03 09:08 PM
Thanks, Chill for offering to send me your stories. Keep posting them on this site so that I can enjoy with the rest of the ppl here.
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| noname |
Posted
on 15-Oct-03 05:18 AM
Dhanna 20 jana bhitrai padhna vyayechhu...natra aru thread ma "Click here to see ALL replies to this thread" ma hirkauda hirkauda...jatra bhai sakya..
As always, brilliant narration!
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| Rusty |
Posted
on 15-Oct-03 07:42 AM
Very nice, as always
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| patali |
Posted
on 15-Oct-03 09:48 AM
CANT AGREEE MORE .....good job..nice one....
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