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| Paschim |
Posted
on 08-May-02 03:40 AM
This picture made me utterly nostalgic and homesick. Those evenings, that place. And that stunningly beautiful color. Phew. Always thought I'd name my future daughter Lalima. Anyone else who connects with this feeling of a completely joyous experience just seeing nature glow?
Picture source: nepalnews.com, 8 May 2002.
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| ananta |
Posted
on 08-May-02 03:58 AM
yeah, really beautiful !!!!
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| Biswo |
Posted
on 08-May-02 08:12 AM
A place I used to enjoy very much. Near Rapti river in Sauraha (isn't it?) ?
There used to be only a few places near Rapti river to hang out, but they
used to be crowded in the evening. To my surprise, the last time (that was perhaps
more than 2 years ago) I went there, the eastern bank of Rapti was filled with
pub houses, a couple of them owned by my highschool pals. Some even Tharus.
They didn't study very hard in class. I never thought they would grow up to be
enterpreneurs. But that time, there, they were very optimistic. Tourist arrival
was steadily increasing in Chitwan.
No more, I guess. Sauraha is probably bleeding with the whole nation.
(Lalima, doesn't that mean redness? Is there any other meaning for that?)
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| Binay |
Posted
on 08-May-02 08:51 AM
"Godhuli sanjh" would be the word that you two might be looking for.
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| Mitra2 |
Posted
on 08-May-02 09:02 AM
I think 'godhuli saanjh' is different. 'godhuli' is the dust created by walking of cows/animals just before the sun set. And that's another beautiful thing as above.
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| suna |
Posted
on 08-May-02 10:48 AM
Wish I had a photograph to share with you all but since I don't maybe this description will suffice (hope it does).
A damp monsoon afternoon
walking down the winded lane
with fogs barring my view
condensed droplets on my head
It seems like its morning
It seems like its dusk
Confused minds
muffled by the fogs
The roofs of the houses right below me
suddenly appear out of nowhere
Am I dreaming
or are they really there
I see a tree
and now I don't
I feel lost
and at the same time I don't
Such are the rainy days
in a far away land
my hometown
hidden by the fogs
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| Bhenda |
Posted
on 08-May-02 10:54 AM
I remember staring at the sun every evening, I remember the smell of fire after sunsent....chitwan is the most beautiful place for me.....I miss you Chitwan..
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| Paschim |
Posted
on 08-May-02 08:30 PM
Looks like we do have a little Chitwan fan club here on Sajha as well. Spent some of my best teen years in Chitwan, swimming carelessly in the grey, unclean rivers to beat that damn heat of Jeth and Asaar, taking baths under a public dhaara 3 times a day, and sleeping on the flat roofs at night watching the stars. Suna's monsoon poem also brings back memories. Rain or shine, loved going to that particular spot Biswo mentioned in Sauraha. I was there this February again. The place was dry, not many people. But that sun was there, and that exact color that I haven't seen anywhere else in my travels across nearly 20 countries in 3 continents. It's so special. Biswo, yes, Lalima is indeed that color - not exactly red, not exactly orange, not exactly crimson, but a mixture of all three I suppose. Don't know if a word exists in English, but in Sanskrit, I was told, it's called Lalima, that color just minutes before sunset. Binay mentioned "Godhuli Saanjh". Yes remember the days when bull-pulled carts with wooden wheels roamed at snail pace the dusty roads of Ratna Nagar. Used to hop on and off and also pretend to be driving the cart. That wonderful childhood is gone, but memories remain.
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| Dilasha |
Posted
on 08-May-02 09:16 PM
Wait a minute! This reminds me of my good old high school days when I along with my friends used to ride on our bicycles to attend our tuition classes offered during the time of SLC. Oh how I miss those wonderful days! This picture inspires me to weave a story now. Assuming these people are women, here’s a short imaginative script:
As usual the four girls were riding on their bikes to Mr Kedar’s house for their regular Math tuition, but this time he chose to teach in the evening so that he could spend some time with his in-laws who had arrived from Kaun khola. It was a gorgeous evening and the sun was about to hide behind the famous Raaniban as these girls were approaching his magnificent house in Damside, overlooking the beautiful Phewa Lake. Suddenly Neeta’s bicycle came to a screeching halt as its chain came off its place. The rest of the three had to stop.
Sushma: Uh oh! what happened?
Neeta: Gosh! this chain….I knew this would come off for it was making a weird noise yesterday. Dai was telling me to put some oil on it but boy did I care!
Rashmi: Don’t worry, let me try to fix it, Sush, why don’t you hold your bike I’ll check Neeta’s.
Prachee: I don’t understand why Mr. Kedar asked us to come in the evening that too on a Saturday! I just don’t feel like studying at all.
Sushma: I know, I feel the same way too. He should’ve given us off today. Geez! Rash how’re you doing?
Rashmi: Hold on…almost done….can you lift the front a little bit Neets?
Neeta: I heard his wife’s making some khichadi and aloo ko achaar. We better go guys, for we’ll be missing her famous aloo achaar.
Sushma: You know what? Why don’t I make some aloo achaar at my place and treat you guys while we all forgettabout tuition? Then we’ll watch Dilwale Dulhaniya Le Jayenge later tonight.
Rashmi: Okay, now I’m done. What was that again? Going to whose house?
Neeta: Thanks Rash, you saved my life!! I couldn’t have imagined walking home with this “bigreko bike”
Prachee: Sush wants us to go with her at her house for she’s going make some delicious aloo achar and what else Sush?
Sushma: I’ve got some mango pickle sent by my didi from Daang. You don’t wanna miss that, do ya Rash?
Rashmi: No way, if it’s your didi’s home made achaar. Oooooh my mouth’s already watering. Let’s not go to Mr. Kedar’s house guys. We’ll make up some story for him next week.
Neeta: Is it going to be just aloo and mango achaar or something more than that? Heh heh just kiddin…
Sushma: Whatever you guys want! The kitchen’s all yours!
Neeta: I’m all for it then! Are you?
Prachee: yeap let’s go back!
Mr. Kedar and his tuition were abandoned that evening with the hope of enjoying Sushma’s home-made food. As the three girls turned back their bicycles, the sun was already behind the famous Rani ban.
Paschim: thanks for the inspiring picture. It made me nostalgic too!
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| HahooGuru |
Posted
on 08-May-02 09:39 PM
Where was I in chitwan:
1. at walked from Mugling to close to Debighat (chitwan side)
before Gorkha Naraya-Ghat high way was complted. Wow,
we climbed that tall mountain where Chepang live.
(whole day). My grand parents were in Chitwan at that time
and we walked there to celebrate Dashain. Great memories
indeed. Now, we privately own nothing in Chitwan. I wish
I have my 3rd home at Chitwan (first at Pokhara (its there)
2nd in KTM Balaju or Baneswor ... not sure yet (concept chha), and third
thinking (image)
2. Went to east west south and north end of Chitwan.
Well, I fortunately to a chance attend one UDGHATAN SAMAROH of
one school in Tandi (Bhandara???), forgot the exact, but, very
close to the road the Thai made out of ADB loan.
3. Went to Tiger Tops and roamed around the jungle on the back
of Elephant.
4. Went to see Parasuram Kunda south side of National Park.
(slept in a local lodge, peoples souted Gaida ayo Gaida ayo
in the middle of night). So, scared.
5. While with G-parents, I visited Gunja-nagar and Sarada
Nagar ... Indeed a good place.
6. Went to see movies at Ganesh Cinema hall several times.
Wow, was in third class row (the front row to back balcony?).
Great memories. The electricity gone at the middle of the
show. "Rafi" ko dudhwala ice stick to guliyo stick.
7. Played foot ball at Chitwan Highschool ko ground ma.
Bhisma kanta sir Chhori-Jwai shared an apartment while in
AIT. I really enjoyed the backup from them.
8. Bicycle riding learned in Chitwan. wow the plane road
ride ride and ride from morning to evening.
9. Once got chances to get inside the Diyalo Bangalo,
and surprised to see "the achi dhune fohara", no
hand use. Well, its not that much of surprising, but,
while being a gaule kid, that was wonderful.
10. Was in Deughat in Maghe Sankranti. Narayani
war par in that deadly boat.
11. Went to Balmiki Ashram. Surrpised with the hand
of Sita that were trapped when she left this world :
jamin fadera sita ji jamin muni harain re, tara haat chai
mathi nai adkyo re kya. It was still there.
Am I not qualified to be a member of Chitwan fan club?
hGxP
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| nepaligal |
Posted
on 08-May-02 11:00 PM
Wonderful topic!!!!!
As u all telling that missing Chitwan!!! I mean home town!! And I am also one from Chitwan...I went to high School "Bal Kumari School" and later went "Bal Kumari College"..... As everybody telling that missing all that wonderful times back home....i am also one who is missing home town my "Chitwan".
I like to thank you who choose this topic, now we all can fell home ..I mean Chitwan in this Sajha.com or GBNC as our home...when we are not in Chitwan, we have to think this is our Chitwan:):):) and sharing our feeling.
---nepaligal
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| nepaligal |
Posted
on 08-May-02 11:03 PM
oh!!!Sorry in my previous message I forgot your name. I mean who brought this topic...and here u r!!! Thanks Paschim for your topic then we can share our memories back home.
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| Biswo |
Posted
on 09-May-02 08:26 PM
Paschim, Guruji and all others:
Chitwan was particularly special for me, and for a lot of us, because it was a place
where our hungry forefathers descended from tough life of hill, and settled down.
They made schools, they made houses, they made a society where racism and
casteism almost didn't exist. They made themselves comparatively prosperous.
Liberty from hunger and ailment also companied liberty of freedom when they
chose democrats in elections even of those Panchayat days.
Land of Tharus were probably taken unfairly. But it was not like Taiwan or Wild
West where aborigines were ruthlessly murdered. Not a single soul was killed.
I was always proud of the land where you could listen to Baglunges speaking
their own language, Gorkhalis asking Kaskeli what aansi(hasiyaa) means, Dhadinge
looking curiously at the Newars of Bandipurs.Bihari workers used to come to
work in farms and used to walk in crowd shouting loudly among themselves, and
Western tourists used to come to see the wildlife. It was a good place to be.
I don't know how many of you remember there used to be 'bonded labor' type of
system. I remember we used to have tribal helpers in house, who were paid
meagerly then. I was happy to note that such system vanished a few years
ago, because opportunity for those tribals increased. I am particularly glad to
see that some of them have been small time enterpreneurs too. I wish the
same thing had happened in western Nepal too.
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| Ahemmm... |
Posted
on 09-May-02 08:55 PM
Dilasha,Are you who I really think you are?!You know,all those names seem a little too familiar!!!Ahemmm......If you are who I think you are,remember we rode our bikes all over Lakeside on New Year's Day(so many years ago!!)Know me now?Remember,your mom-my mom,being tv veejays.....?!!!!!
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| Dilasha |
Posted
on 10-May-02 12:27 AM
Ahmm..ahmmmm boy oh boy! am I so surprised! yes ahmm I am who I think you think I am. :) well, how could I forget those days of dreams and fantasies? pretending as if the whole salon was some kind of a studio and delivering our dialouges in front of the virtual camera! singing out loud "ma pani janchu muglin bajaar" so loud that i almost lost my voice the next day, hunting for mobiles in mahendrapul, those jokes about our english teacher, and not to mention the rabbit!! woman when are we going to relive those moments again?? This August???
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