| meera |
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on 06-Feb-04 11:51 AM
Ananta is in a temple. He looks at a calf busily sucking milk from his mother. The mother in turn is licking her calf. What a scene. Tears forms in Ananta’s eye. What love, there never was a moment when his parents hugged him like that. Slowly his marijuana’s effect takes place and he is transformed. He is finally in peace. He gets exactly what he wants. Today he has not taken cocaine which is his usual stuff. The guy he was supposed to buy cocaine from did not show up. So he had to do with marijuana which he feels in very light. He wasn’t always like this.
As per the custom, when Ananta was born a goat was cut. In his case, with the goat accompanied a huge party too. After all a son was born. Ananta Thapa was born into a very rich house. When he was born, a “dhai ama” was employed to breast feed him. When Ananta was small, toys and servants surrounded him. That was the life he knew. As he started going to school, he was mostly surrounded by friends. After all he had the most amount of toys and the tastiest lunches. Whereas others would bring bujiya and chaura, he would have sandwiches. Of course others always ate his lunches. He didn’t care, as long as they played with him, that’s all that mattered. Ananta soon realized the difference between him and many others. Most of his friends’ mothers would bring them to the school, in his case it would always be the driver. His mother would not have even woken up when he went to school. And when he returned, his mom would usually have one of her bride (cards) parties or go out. And his dad was so involved in his business that the only thing his dad would ask him was, “Chora, kati paisa chaiyo?” Ananta remember ever since he went to school, he had a tuition master who would come to this home to teach him. On his sixth birthday, he went running to his parents’ room, “Ama, baba aja mero birthday ho!” He gets a reply from his dad, “Chora pachi present dinchu!” Ananta excitedly replies, “Aja ama baba sanga ice-cream khana jane” His dad says, “Mero kaam cha aaja” and his mom replies “Sheela kaha janu cha, timi Kancha sanga jau.” With heavy heart, Ananta walks back to this room. He got a new bike but that didn’t help lift his spirits.
Life was going on. Ananta soon came to the realization that the rare times when he did not have money, he friends would leave him. Ananta didn’t like that. Soon, he was associating himself with a group who were the “dadas” in school. The advantage of being in their group was the girls would look at you but you also had to smoke and drink with them. Ananta had no problem with that after all there was none of the servants would tell his parents if they still wanted to remain employed. Studies were boring for he would be promoted anyway after all his dad gave donations to the school. By the time he was in grade 8, he was into drugs. Anytime he felt lonely, he would take them. He had advanced into as far as ICD which when taken would give him great hallucinations.
Life goes on. One day Ananta is rushed to the hospital by one of the servants for he has taken a larger amount of the ICD and has fainted. The doctor says he won’t live long. As Ananta is lying on the bed and both his parents are surrounding him, they ask, “Chora timilai kehi chaiyo?” Ananta replies, “Ama, baba malai maya garnus!”
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| meera |
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on 06-Feb-04 02:13 PM
All of us must have lost a friend or someone we knew who died from drugs. I am just addressing a social problem through a story.
In the beginning, the story starts with Ananta in a temple because that is where drugs are sold (unfortunately) and in the end he is rushed to the hospital as he has overdosed.
I wanted to write these in Nepali but I don't know how to use nepali font.
Haath ko Maylo Suna ko Thailo
Kya Garu Dhana le
Sag ra Sisnu, Khayeko Besa
Anandai Maana Le
-Adapted from Muna Madan (Laxmi Prasad Devkota) -
Thanks Bhunte dai, your praise on my other stories were quite high, I don't think I deserve that much.
Forget-me-not and Biruwa, thanks for commenting.
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