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| oys_chill |
Posted
on 22-Feb-04 12:37 AM
Aaja yeso lekhum lekhum lagyo..sajha ko nostalgic posts haroo padera :). Thanx to everyone who've always been so inspiring and encouraging throughout the journey of these memory lanes
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The sweet aroma of Mechi Special tea fills the air. I am spoilt perhaps through the tenderness of my maami who stirs me gently every morning. “babu uthh! Chiya selaucha.” “Maami, ek chin sutna dinu na” I twist around and cuddle in my bed covering myself with the blanket avoiding her concern. Oh! I do want to taste that fresh tea my mom makes every morning.
I am still sound asleep, when my maami comes back slightly disappointed. “babu! La herr ta chiya selai halyo ni. La Utth aaba ta. Ma pheri chiya tatayera lyaidinchu” She goes away and I wake up full of guilt. It’s too late. I wake up thousand of miles away from the comforts of home. The aroma vanishes. The feeling begins to sink in that she’s not coming back. I have lost the craving for those morning teas for long now.
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The day after the news spread like a wildfire that Sangeeta, the good daughter of our neighbor, had eloped; my mom called an emergency meeting in the kitchen for three of us. “La herr nani ho! Koi man paryo bhane malai aayera bhannu” She related her concern chopping down the vegetables like a chef. “ Tyo bhagne kaam chai nagarnu hai.” We burst into laughter. For the next hour, we speculated on whom we’d marry or potentially run away with much to the delight of my maami. This was the only quality time we spent with our mom during the preparation of the meals. “yo kukur le bholi k garcha! Kei khana ta banauna aaudaina! Keti lai liyera bhagyo bhane ta, bhok bhokai marnu parla”
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Coming in terms with food, that night I was having a dream of a typical Saturday Masu Bhat. I was about to take the first spoonful when the phone rang. It was my maami. I was thrilled. I had not realized how homesick I was in merely two weeks in US.
“Maami”! I exclaimed. “kasto masu bhat samjhi raako thiyen” I made a mistake. Before long, my mom burst into tears and gave the phone to my dad. For a while, we talked about mundane stuff while my maami controlled her emotions.
“Babu!” now she was sounding much better to my relief. “ani tero swastha kasto cha? Tanna khana khanu hai. Hemoglobin level jachais..Nepal baata aauda kaum thiyo…..”
We’d almost finished our conversation when my maami recollected something.
“aanh, babu euta kura ta bhannai birsechu talai jane bela ma” She sounded very grave. “Bhannu na ta k ho?” I asked rather anxious. “Hoina, kura k bhane, tyaha KALE haroo dherai chann re…darlagda hunchan re…aaba thaha chaina sathi haroo le bhaneko malai pani”
“Harey maami, ani maile k garnu ta?”
“Chup lagg! Kukur!” She cut me short. “Kasaile baata ma rokera Paisa magyo bhane, jhagada garne hoina ni. Khusukka, paisa nikalnu ani, LINUS DAI, bhanera dinu, hero paltine hoina” …I recall saying HASS to her proposal :)Fortunately, despite my stay in the ghetto, I have yet to live that experience.
contd.....
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| oys_chill |
Posted
on 22-Feb-04 12:38 AM
I am not a frequent caller by any means. Though we exchanged emails a lot, emails were strictly from my dad. I could tell that easily from the words even it was always signed as dad and mom. Perhaps, that’s why my mom sent me separate letters every time someone came back from Nepal. And my mom’s letters were no ordinary. Each letter adorned with those words and phrases from literature classics. I would read again and again, trying to find the meanings of the metaphors she jotted down in simple sentences like:
“Timi haroo ko khusi nai hamro khusi ho……..Dukha ma nai sukha lukeko huncha…….sano biruwa ma mal/jal garyo bhane bholi tyasle mitho faul dinecha…”
I really don’t know how moms do it. From the twilight of the morning to the deep night, she works like a machine. From the household chores, office jobs to family obligations, she handles everything with ease. I was so thrilled to learn from one of her letters that she was taking computer classes in a nearby coaching center. She even revealed to me that she had opened a hotmail account. I awaited excitedly hoping to get a separate email from my mom. It never happened. I asked her the next time I talked to her on the phone.
“Tyai ta! Pathauchu bhaneko. Class ta siddi halyo. Tero bau le yesto purano computer rakheka raichan ghar ma. Internet nai rahenacha. Ani email matrai bhaye pani pathaun bhaneko, tero bau le sikaunu hunna malai, khoi kina ho?” :)
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The letters continued to flow in however. So many things have changed since leaving Nepal both for me and my parents. For parents however, used to four of their children in home all the time, must be psychologically and emotionally hard—and for a mom—I can only imagine. Yet, it is so fascinating from her letters that she indicates she’s extremely proud. Every achievement I tell her about is equally important to her as it is for me.
The first summer in US, I got a job in the president’s office in the university. I had loosely emailed home about this job, as I had really not wanted to work there with minimum wage compared to the computer lab. Within the next few days, I got myriad calls from my cousins and relatives asking me how I’d got job in the President’s office. I could not explain them it was not G. Bush I was working for.
To clear out the confusion, I instantly called home. We both burst into a thunderous laughter. “aaba malai k tha ta?” She was still enthusiastic. “Ma ni sochdai thiyen, yeti chadai white house ma kasari payo bhanera”. “Ani ramrari kura sunnu parcha ni ta maami..sable phone garera. Ani ko koslai sunaunu bho?”
“khoi keta k bhanne. Ma ta yesto khusi thiyen ki….Handigaon bhari halla cha”
I gasped for air “Handigaon bhari?????”
“Hyaa k bho ta? Akhir President nai ho, hoina bhane hoina bhan!!!”
Ahh! Maami- naïve, pure, soothing, witty , funny and simply out of this world!!!!
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| vibrant_soul |
Posted
on 22-Feb-04 01:21 AM
MOm-my blue-eyed Mary
purity unmatched.
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| VincentBodega |
Posted
on 22-Feb-04 04:46 AM
waste of time...verbose
I dont get what you are trying to convey.
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| sense |
Posted
on 22-Feb-04 04:57 AM
Yeah nice posting,
wish I could have say my mum that infact I used to like gundruk made by her though I always frowned while eating.
Breads n Pastas, pastas n breads ,,well aint my cup of tea when I could smell the aroma of khashi ko kabab in those light filled tihars n dashais.
Wish I could have said mum how much I love u when she brusted into tears while biding me good bye.
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| porcelina |
Posted
on 22-Feb-04 04:58 AM
that was such an intersting read, oys_chill!!! i really like yo style!! feeling lonely remembering MY beautiful, naive yet strong mamu...
i applaud this article, beautifully written!!
*porcelina*
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| meERA |
Posted
on 22-Feb-04 01:01 PM
Oys ju,
After a long, long long time another piece.
Awesome like all your other pieces.
You brought back the memories.
Those days, mom and our 4 sisters.
That was life when we were all together!!!!!!!
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| MS_INDEPENDENT |
Posted
on 22-Feb-04 01:46 PM
Thats what I like about the moms the most...no matter how you are, they always make u feel like you're the best person in this world (at least thats what they think) but it kinda works tho, encourages you to do ur work haha......the president's part was funny...its funny how those little things do matter to parents....:)
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| Junu |
Posted
on 22-Feb-04 01:54 PM
It made me cry.
Good job oys as always.
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| Junu |
Posted
on 22-Feb-04 01:56 PM
OOPS I posted in wrong thread. Sorry
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| oys_chill |
Posted
on 22-Feb-04 02:07 PM
Thanx everyone!
Lullu bro, ajai momo samjhi ra ho? rabbithole ma main batti nibla bro......;)
VB bru, kuro k bhane, lekhdai thiyen.....kura ta kata pugyo kata! aaba I had to end it somewhere..so it might have been incoherent. Besides, its almost impossible to write about intangible abstraction with tangible resources.Sorry for wasting your time ;) . As for the message, I am not trying to make a point here..and some things in life are better left unsaid cause they are implicit :)
Thanx sense, meera, porcelina, ms_independent and Junu for your comments!!
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| confused |
Posted
on 22-Feb-04 04:13 PM
Oys BRo arko khatARA enTRy..u write goood...i really get frm :) to This :( while reading your memory lanes...KEeP it uP..
ani talking abt moms..i also dont know how my mom handles everything she does..everything she goes through...guess moms are just a form of GoD ..HURRAY for MOMS....--- mama's boy
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| mysterious gurl |
Posted
on 22-Feb-04 07:33 PM
As always, SUPERB Oys. Keep it up! Read thrice and am still longing.... Ya Moms are like that always, extra caring and loving despite all the hardship she has to bear. Always her motto is...timiharuko khusi nai hamro khusi.... usshh felt nostalgic again....remembering my mom .. far away....
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| nepali_girl |
Posted
on 22-Feb-04 09:54 PM
Oys
"Mothers all want their sons to grow up to be president, but they don't want them to become politicians in the process."
-- John Fitzgerald Kennedy
;)
Mysti girl, me missing mamu a lot too!! the hand that rocks the cradle is the hand that rules the world...
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| patali |
Posted
on 22-Feb-04 09:59 PM
oys ji...nikai ramro..after a long time...I sure can realte my personal experience with your piece, I always wonder how, why moms could be like that, so naive, pure, soothing...as u have said...
As I read your wonderful memory, I started recalling how my mom burst into tears when I was about to leave after visting her.I can find her emotions in every letter she writes, "pyari chori , dherai dherai maya ra aashirbaad".,.... dekhna napayeko le sarhai aatiyeko chhu...lakshya liyera agadi badha, kahile pani haresh khanu hundaina. parishram ko fal mitho hunchha, bholi ko deen samjhera aaja mehenat garnu parchha.." etc etc...and ends with sadhai ko jasto...timri aama...
" Janani janmabhumischha swargadepi gariyesi". is indeed a very true saying.....
aama ki pyari chori
patali
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| Deep |
Posted
on 23-Feb-04 06:43 AM
Oys,
I enjoyed reading your post. I don't think you're trying to send/convey any message(s) or make any specific point(s) through your memory lane. Samjhanahuru sandesh muluk hunai parchha bhanne ke chha ra? Jasto lagchha.
Atit ka paana ma euta arko tahalai --- nice.
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| roc1432 |
Posted
on 23-Feb-04 06:59 AM
Propz........Oys bru....... sunday raaat bhar moj garera. .monday bihana.. memory lane padhna pauda... yo week ali ramro hola ki bhanne aasha cha......
... President's office ma maile ni kaam garna paa bhaye hunthyo.... malai ni cousins haru ley fone garthey ki.?
To Vincent Bodega........." bhanne lai fool ko mala.. sunne lai sunn ko maaalaa.. nabujhney chahi narka jaaalaa... .. "
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| WkW |
Posted
on 23-Feb-04 09:11 AM
Great Piece there Oys Bro. I sometimes wonder how you put ure inner emotions into words. That was simply awesome. If there were a hall of fame in Sajha your name should be written there... :-D
tats
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| snowy |
Posted
on 23-Feb-04 05:16 PM
Oys, This poem by Madhav Prasad Ghimire holds true in every aspects.
AMA
ama haschin pani
ama runchin pani
dhukka hunchin pani, dikka hunchin pani
bako kakhma jancha nani thulo bani
bhancha- "ama bhanda baba jati" bhani
kehi piralna pare runcha ama bhani
ama haschin pani
ama runchin pani
pardesh jancha nani thulo bani
chithi patra aucha chadai auchu bhani
bhetna auna paunna ama budhi pani
ama haschin pani
ama runchin pani
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| south |
Posted
on 23-Feb-04 08:36 PM
oys bro, i wish i could write like you. i wish i had such writing skill. i wish i could express thing so easily in such a simple way. good job bro. this is our society where we get so much love from our parents and they always want to see us becoming good human being and successful. their love can nt be measured and we are very lucky i should say. i can nt agree more with you about mom( she works so hard from morning till evening with so much energy and never complain about anything, she always think about us and our future, what a love).
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| Nkt2 |
Posted
on 24-Feb-04 12:51 AM
Oysuuuuuuuuuuuuu..................:)
Your memory lane articles bring a rush of emotions, some I relate too and some I don't, but regardless, its a pleasure to read these....superbly written as always. I agree with WkW...Oys, you should be in Sajha hall of fame...hey San!!! is that a feature coming on sajha soon???? I fear blinking right now.... Muaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh@mah son oysuuu....and please keep them coming.
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| oys_chill |
Posted
on 24-Feb-04 09:17 PM
Thank you all once again! Hmm..its almost funny how we all wanna be mama's boy and mama's gal :)...But all I can say is if there weren't readers to relate to my memories one way or the other ..I wouldn't be able to write more:)
About maami--what can i say. Except that I would never have realized what she really is without staying far from her--her sacrifices, her dreams, and her unimaginable hardwork--just for her children. Les not take our maamis for granted ;)
**NKT MAAAMUUU, where u been?** long time no hear,no call :(
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| jellybeans |
Posted
on 25-Feb-04 07:23 AM
:):):):)... Oys DaI!! another great peice:).. havent been online for a while.. came bak and was rewarded with ur memory lane!:) nehow howsu? long time no see..
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| llcoola |
Posted
on 25-Feb-04 05:45 PM
Great piece of work Oys. I always wonder why all good writers have to be from Hadigaun( at least in Sajhapur)?
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| GurL_Interrupted |
Posted
on 26-Feb-04 02:31 PM
Hey Oys,
I read ur story couple of days ago :-), but never got to the point of telling u anything 'bout it! Well today seems to be like my commenting day so decided to stop by! Hand me the mic!
Ok, testing check check! Ok it works :=D! "I enjoyed reading ur piece as always!-write more!" Let me keep it short & sweet since I've been getting complains that I have turned SOUR! :-)! Take care Oysu!
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| Shefali |
Posted
on 27-Feb-04 12:49 AM
oys
Dyamn u really can write good.Felt like i was rite there when all that stuff happened.Awee i sense that u r missing ur home and mammie...aweee babe .Nice work wish i culd write like u oh well
Shef
p.s=oys hera timro mamu jasto chiya banauna ta sakdina ma tara pani kahile kahi chiya khane rahar jagyo bhane lemme know hai jasto sakchu banayera dine prayatna garne chu ma.
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| KALANKISTHAN |
Posted
on 27-Feb-04 12:52 PM
wowow... oyssssssa!!!
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaanch!!!! (for the fresh Memory Lane)
and this aaaaaaaaaaanch!!! for Shefu makin' a cup of tea for you... dayummm!! Moj cha hehe...
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| Deep |
Posted
on 27-Feb-04 01:01 PM
Tya Shefali ka chya tanna jani bela "mero ni euta bro chha--sarai chya tanne man garchha--saathma lyamna milchha?" bhanera sodhna milla Oys? Shefali lai?
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| KALANKISTHAN |
Posted
on 27-Feb-04 01:25 PM
Brother Hosh ta Deep bro jasto hosh, natra chahidaina brother srother.. eheh.... kasto khyaal raakheko mero... see... ??? "mero ni euta bro chha--sarai chya tanne man garchha--saathma lyamna milchha?" re... -- Mutu nai emotional bho! :D
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| Shefali |
Posted
on 27-Feb-04 02:17 PM
actually tyo chiya ko nimto khali oys ko lagi matra ho.Arulai chiya khane rahar cha bhane afai le banayera khane anurodhgardai chu:pand deep plzz hai!!!
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