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| Parakhi |
Posted
on 06-Jul-02 08:37 PM
“Baa” le Pani Magnu Bhayo
I don’t remember, but I think I was four or five years then. I had not started going to school yet. Days were very amazing to me as they are for my little kid now. I used to be very obedient to my parents. May be all kids are like that.
Our house was in isolation from other villagers. It was on the foot of small hillock covered with Sal’ko jungle which bordered to our Kharbari on the back of house. We had two homes one for just separated big brother and his family and one for us. Our house was below Dai’s house, and the door opened in west direction. We had machan to store corn and colocasia (Pindalu) in front of the house.
Our big Aangan extended to the south of home. We used to have “Paralko Dain” and “Masko Dain” in the same Aangan in different months. There was a Paral’ko Tauwa at the east side of aangan. Our two milking buffaloes were kept there. It was easy for “Paral Thutna” and feed buffaloes. My father, called Baa hereafter, used to pull paral from the tauwa every morning and evening. It was a regular job for him to care for those buffaloes and baby buffaloes. I didn’t see my mother climbing to the tauwa and pulling paral.
That day was as usual. I was playing by myself at the Aangan. It was clean and playable as the “Dain” had finished two months ago. I saw Baa climbing to tauwa through a small lisno (Bhareng) attached on its side. He came a little to the side to pull paral. It was amazing for me to look how he pulled paral with his right hand, left hand holding bigger bunch of paral so that he would not slip. All was going fine for few minutes. I was enjoying Baa working at the tauwa so that he could feed buffaloes before they were milked. It was always pleasant to look at the gabuwa full of milk foam after Baa milked bufalloes.
“Bwang”. I heard something from the side of tauwa. I looked for Baa. But he was not on the tauwa. I went near to Tauwa to find what had happened. I saw Baa lying on the ground. He had fallen on the side of paral he just threw from above. His eyes were half opened and mouth uttering something. I called him few times “Baa!” “Baa!” “Baa!”.
Baa did not answer my calling. A minute went by but he was still lying there. I was just looking at him, slowly he moved. I didn’t know what he told me, but it was some faint word that I understood he wants some water. I ran inside the house and took the first “Amkhora” that I found some water in it. I gave it to Baa. There was not much water in it. So I ran again to bring some more water. I remember I did it for few times… perhaps four times before Aama noticed me rushing with water again and again. Since I was a little good boy to them, Aama didn’t order me to stop doing it. She asked me why I was taking water. I thought I was doing right thing so I told her Baa asked me for water and ran towards the tauwa again.
Aama followed me to find what Baa and I were doing. Baa was still sitting there lying his back in the nearby wooden pillar of Tauwa – eye closed, head downed. Aama called Baa but he did just said few words which we did not understand. I told Aama that Baa was pulling paral before. Then she began to cry and called my Thul Dai and Hajoorama. Baa was taken back home with the help of all those three adults. He had fallen from about 10 feet injuring his back and hitting his head when he fell.
Baa suffered few days from the injuries. I felt sad about it. In the same time it was the time when I could sit with Baa all the days. I was happy with this. It took more than a week for him to recover.
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| PASCHIM |
Posted
on 07-Jul-02 02:11 AM
Parakhi-ji, this must remain a personally very moving story for you of course, but it also reminds those of us with strong village roots of the joys and perils of hard agrarian life in the nepali pahads. I myself have tons of fond memories from my childhood of the tauwas and the heaps of paral...and how we used to run around, jump around, play around the tauwas...you could almost say, paral was a part of life for part of the year for me like the pandheros and the khandayo ko rukhs, taari khets and the jungle pastures...nostalgia is simultaneously joyous and painful.
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| bagmati1 |
Posted
on 07-Jul-02 05:57 AM
Yeah, there must be many such sweet memories in everyone's life who have come from pahads'.
jastai:
Banma bayar tiper khayeko ra kandale luga kotarer chyatiyeko
Dain halda paral bhitra lukamari kheleko, goruko puchhar nimothdai miyoko waripari ghumayeko
Amba(belauti)ko rukhma chader pakeko amba tipna lagda hanga bhanchiyer ladeko
Batoma yaklai hindada bandarle pachhyayer lakheteko
Kholama bhel aayer khathka mudha ra thulthula dhunga haru paltaundai lyayeko darlagdo aawaj
Pahadko yek dui ghantako uukalo chader tirkhale aakulbyakul hunda mulko aatyanta chiso panile tirkha metda sworgai pugeko anubhab
Bachhama juneli ratko(sanjh) samaya lukamari kheleko yad
Tiharma ghar ghar sayaptri, gurdauli, makhamali fulharule sajiyeka
Khanayo ra dumriko botma chader tipdai khayeko
bhadau mahinama hariya dhanka faantharu hawama bayeli kheleko drishya
Gham astai sakeko lage pani tadha tadhaka agla pahad haruma ghamka sunaula jyotiharu finjidai gareko
Gothala janda khola badhi aayer tarna nasaki chheuma basi basi tulutulu herna bhadhya bhayeko
Makai bariko chheuma aago fuker hariyo makai poldai khayeko ra ani bandar lakheteko
Kukurle bandar, shyal lakheteko drishya
Beluki Bansko jhyang waripari saraun(sarok) charale hallikhalli machchayeko aawaj
Urathlagdo ratma lokharkeko niras yakohoro aawaj
Schoolma kapardi khelda tanatan bhayer luga chyatiyeko ra gharma ammabuwa lai bhanna darayeko
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soo many... soo many..... missed them now.
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| Biswo |
Posted
on 07-Jul-02 10:28 AM
Parakhiji,
Hey that's sad memory, huh. I also used to climb Paraalko Tauwaa and used to get
immense enjoy doing that.Never slipped though.
Hope your dad is doing well now.
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| Suman Dhakal |
Posted
on 07-Jul-02 10:42 AM
In Jhapa we say paralko dedi. Never heard of the word "tauwaa". Yeah i still remember those days. The dhai woould go on well into the night so the khetala would build a little tipi out of paral. And we little kids used to spend the night there as well. Aaaspaas or tela kasa as bachhau kailash likes ot say was ton of fun beacuse there were lots of places one could hide.
The bad thing, however, was that jioo ek dam chilauthyo paral ma khele pachi. taipani we used to play. Well, no more paral ko dedi out here in Tucson. Just hot sun and lots of cactai
Suman Dhakal
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| bagmati1 |
Posted
on 07-Jul-02 06:57 PM
>>Yeah, there must be many such sweet memories in everyone's life ......
Here, 'sweet..' means it is sweet to remember now although it was painful at that moment when it happened, hope nobody will misunderstand it.
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