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| deep |
Posted
on 16-Aug-02 09:38 AM
Rangako masu.
PRP (may his soul rest in peace) was from Bishalnagar, Kathmandu but used to attend school in Darjeeling. He was not the only Nepali from Kathmandu there. He had some friends from the valley he used to hang around with in Darjeeling. Right before school vacations he used to find his uncle there to accompany him back to home. But this time he and a friend of his decided to have the pleasure of traveling on their own.
They caught an early morning bus to Silguri. From there they took a car to Kakarbhitta. And a night bus to Kathmandu from there. They were enjoying their travel. They passed Damak, Itahari, Inaruwa, Koshi barrage, and stopped at Lahan for dinner. Both had bhaat, thapi thapi. Bus again moved on and stopped at Hetauda. “Let’s have makai”, PRP suggested. His friend seconded. They bought couple of makais and started to eat. “Thuk.ka m***, yo makai ta ramrari poliya rainchha” PRP said. “Mero pani”, chhodaudai his friend said. They complained to the vendor. Vendor did not gave much damn to their complain. “sabai tyastai ho”, he said. Paisa halya maal, fyakna pani bhayena. After finishing makai they enjoyed coffee. Bus headed west with a new driver. They passed Narayan ghat , Mugling, and Naubise. In Naubise, they had tea and sel. As the bus was moving up, PRP felt a slight pain in his stomach. After few more minutes his stomach produced another round of pain. “pet dukhyo, m***” his friend said. “Mero pani, yaar” PRP admitted. Bus entered the kathmandu khaldo. Pet on and off dukhinai rahyo. Right before they approached the bus park PRP felt pressure in his stomach. “Chyapyo, yaaar”, his friend said squeezing his stomach with both hands. “aru kehi haina, yo Lahan ko bhaat, Hetauda ko makai, ani tyo m*** aghi khako sel ko karamat ho”, PRP gave the reason. “Who is gonna be at the bus park?” his friend asked. “Kaka”, PRP replied.
At the bus park, PRP's uncle was waiting for them to arrive. They took a taxi and first went to drop his (PRP's) friend off. “Katai almal ta bhayena?” his uncle asked. “Ahuh bhayena”, PRP replied. His uncle was talking with them and occasionally with the cab driver too. “keho ni tapai ko naam?” Uncle asked the driver. “Hari Arjel, hajoor”, Driver replied. “Ghar kaha ni? ”, Uncle asked again. “jata sukai hos ni”, PRP said to himself in irritation because he again felt the stomach pain.
“Bhojpur, hajoor”, Driver said.
After dropping his friend off they headed towards Bishalnagar. PRP was shifting sitting positions frequently cuz bhat, makai and sel were at war inside. "Kasto pet dukhya..." he thought. His uncle was in talking mood but he was not really paying much attention to what his uncle is talking about. "ke bho talai?" his uncle asked. "kehi na kei", PRP replied. He also got a bit irritated. Badly digetsed Lahane bhat, Hetaude makai and perhaps that Naubese sel were in no way agreeing terms with his bhudi. “Get the hell out of here” bhudi told to those badly digested food. PRP was trying his best to halt that pushing pressure. His stomach revolted and produced a growling warning. He shifted his position once again and moved away from his uncle towards right side back door of the cab to save some get-off time. "kasto chyapya ni...." He looked outside. “He bhagwan, kahile ghar pugne ho?” he thought. Cab just passed Scout office in Lainchowr. "Damn, kahile pugne ghar..?". He felt like Bishalnagar is much much farther away from Lainchowr than Kathmandu from Darjeeling. Stomach exerted yet again another pressure a bit more powerful this time than the last one. He tried to reposition himself to crush that stomach revolution. This time disaster happened. “la ma******, barbad”, he said to himself.
His uncle looked at him so did the driver but no one except PRP knew what just happened. Wind through the opened windows and "prabhuko bhaja timi premale naam..." radio nepal bhajan confused the driver and his uncle. PRP rolled his window further down to counter the odor with some more fresh air. Driver tuned down his radio and sniffed couple of times to figure what started this stinky smell. He looked back again. This pungent smell was bothering him a lot. Uncle was also paying close attention to PRP but he was not looking at anyone. PRP was so embarrassed and was just looking out side. When the cab passed Bishalnagar tyampu stop, the driver looked back again. The smell was driving him crazy. “ke ganhako yo? doong doongti”, driver asked to himself.
They reached his house. His uncle paid the driver. As they were about to walk out Hari Arjel, the driver couldn't help asking PRP's uncle, "Dai, tapai harule Ranga ko maasu lyachha ho?"
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| deep |
Posted
on 16-Aug-02 03:14 PM
"Ranga ko maasu" no good?
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| mother goose |
Posted
on 16-Aug-02 03:25 PM
deep, give some time will you? you post like million in a minute. not everybody has time like you appear to have. wait for my comment. maybe tomoroow,hai?
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| shiva shiva!! |
Posted
on 16-Aug-02 03:28 PM
I don't like ganaune ranga ko masu. But the content is good Deep!!
I can't stop reading your mini real time stories.
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| manashalu |
Posted
on 16-Aug-02 06:27 PM
Nice reading
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| oys_chill |
Posted
on 16-Aug-02 10:22 PM
Ting!
The cymbals clatter, the bells jingle, and the drums beat; I find myself entangled in the begotten memories again.
It’s quarter to six, and I find myself wide-awake. The first day of a month long Dashain vacation, but there’s more to my exuberance. Wish I could explain.
“eh Oys, uthi sakis!! Ek maina kasari bitauchas hola taile”
The cool October morning sunlight makes its way through. “maami, ma aaja dudh lina gaidinchu ni” I volunteer. She acknowledges. “mm maami, 5 rupiya disyo na.” Mom reads me.
“hareyy! Manche lai k k kura ko tension cha. Yeslai chai khali “CHANGA” ani hijo kindeko dhago lattai ma sarisakis” suddenly she sounds like an expert.
I have a quick recap of yesterday…whining with my mom in Asanbazaar, to get me “Black nuk string” ever since my passion for kite flying soared, black nuk has been inseparable. “ahile pachi garchu..changa ta lyaunu paryo”
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Time is very different then. The pitched road is still a dream for people out here. The traditional thatched roof houses are prevalent. It’s a time when every kathmanduian still makes a mockery of the culture, tradition and festivities of my god-ridden town. Despite living in this bustling locality, I am by no means a local. At least not now. I am here only for short spurts during vacation. It hurts inside not to have any real friends in the hometown. Few Dai-s here and there. After the primary chore, I head to “KT ko pasal” at the end of the street.
“Oys babu, kaile aayou” her soft voice breaks out.
“hijo aako sauni, changa dekhaunu na!” I get down to business.
I rememeber rajesh dai’s advice in selecting a kite “dherai lulo pani hoina, dherai kada ni hoina” I run my hand over the kites one by one, taking my own sweet time. I choose “teen dharke, baba ji, and rato sada”
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“Oys, agaadi kati dum re?” my sister asks innocently. She’s probably my best friend during the vacation. I am glad that she keeps me company. She doesn’t run next door to play with other gals doing fake marriages of dolls.
“agaadi teen, pachadi char” I sound convincing. The “kakka” process is tedious. I feel the roots of a good flying kite lies in the knots of these strings tied to the kite. The weather is still bleak, though its one of the most beautiful days.
“Oys, tero dhago ra paila ko dhago katera heraun ta” I agree, and in an instant, the old string snaps out. “WOW! She exclaims. “panjabji ko dhago lai ni katcha hola hai” she seems optimistic. But everyone knows, panjabji is invincible; he creates terror in the sky whenever he flies kites.
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As the fresh gust of winds tear through the trees, we are in “chaut”. I see few kites in the sky already. I hate this three story yellow house next to ours. I despise its antenna too where I have lost dozen kites, so I pray hard that the wind is in other direction. Fate is on my side. Soon, my red kite flutters in the air. I am jubilant seeing my kite move up straight when I tie the string, and go round and round when I untie (rajesh dai’s definition of a perfect kite).
Soon, impatient, my sister asks for the lattai…
“de na oys, ma pani uduana sakchu yeslai ta”
I agree. She is not bad at all. Others laugh at her when she tries this. But I admire her for not joining other gals in stupid games. “Oys, laloo le udayecha, parum na”
I agree, this local laloo is one hell of a flyer. With his amazing maneuvers, he does not only cut kites, but takes them too.
This seemed like a perfect day for vengeance. I give few “kamtis” and take the kite to his direction. He does the same. Battle of cat and mouse. No matter how hard I try to come on top, he makes twists to come over me. I give up. I tie up the string with my full might. today is different. He loses his dariwal. We shout on top of our lungs “DARIWAL CHETTT” It was eternal bliss. Soon, not so local Oys is terrorizing the skies of Handigaon. Every dog has its day. I see my red October soar proudly in the skies, dancing yet obeying my commands.
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It is around two when we hear the agonizing voices, “panjabjee aayo”. I shudder in irrational fear. I feel my hands shaking holding the “lattai.” We could see “pahelo sadha roar in the sky behind us. Roar,literally. Then I realized the insurmountable as my sister exclaimed “abbui, sankha ghoteko changa po raicha” I gaped in disbelief at the knowledge my sister had. She then had the uncanniest idea.
“Oys, ta changa lai tala le, ani tyalle paryo bhane, “MANDALE” hanne ni” I was shocked now. She can’t dictate my ways here.
“nai pardaina. Aja yeslai ma afai thik parchu”
Soon I entangled with panjabjee, and to my astonishment I was on top. Soon we let go of the string and it continued for sometime, till the kites looked like two distant birds in the sky. I looked at my string. More than half of it was gone already. I stopped….POW!! the tension on my string could not withhold the panjabjee’s flowing string
I heard a voice from distant “rato saada, chettt” we both stared in disbelief. I saw my red superpower disappear into the horizons. People say, when you lose a kite, it takes away all your depressions away with it. Seemed like the depression had just set in. My sister tried to cheer me up. “ajhai duita cha ni, arko pali ta taile katchas!”
“bhai go, boru jaum tala, bhok lagyo”
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“Katti gham ma khelchas Oys! Ani po tero tauko dukcha ta”…my mom massages my head with tori ko tel. I don’t like the smell, but I can’t complain the massage I am getting. I introspect my lattai and the new black nuk once more. My dad comes in. My sister gives him the account of the day; she has switched sides now. All three are in merry mirth.
“yesle k udauna sakthyo ra!!” He is about to leave when he remembers something “oh Oys, jhannai birseko, sanibar dubin haroo aaudai chan, Nathaniel changa udauna aaucha re” I perk up at this news. That is what I like about Dashain. I never even talk to Nate throughout the year. But Dashain always brings us together, despite all our differences. The love, the passion for flying kites stands tall in both our hearts. I always wonder where Nate developed this passion; Kuire bhaye pani ……
“ la bholi chai nakhel hai ghaam ma, talai tv herera bass” she gives a final twitch in my head.
I lurk towards bed thinking out loud. “Wish I could explain you this passion!!”
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| oys_chill |
Posted
on 16-Aug-02 10:26 PM
oops sorry deep dai ..it shouldn't hae been here.......what' going with sajha
aghi samma post garna didina :S ahile esto
deep dai really enjoyed yor story..didn't know it was yors.......hasda hasda ahile.....frgive me..maile taarko memory lane banako :(
...k bha yo
bro arko pali thread post garda, give us a clue that its yors.natra kasari thaha paune deep da ko ho bhanera..i thoght ranga ko masu was like soe other stupid surveys like you had
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| nuts |
Posted
on 16-Aug-02 11:02 PM
forgive my ignorance, what was "may his soul rest in peace for ?"
a good one !
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| jira |
Posted
on 17-Aug-02 09:40 AM
Oys_chill!
your changa ko story is nice, this time it overrode the Ranga ko masu eventhough it did not lose the pace. Good one! Deep bro! no heart feeling. I am still expecting your master piece :-)
jira
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| Nepe |
Posted
on 17-Aug-02 03:45 PM
Deep,
Gaaiko masu khane, dhanteko hoina, your story made me laugh so much, I fell off the chair, especially by the common sense of the cab driver who tuned down the radio to figure out the stinky smell.
I can not wait for more.
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Oys_chill,
I haven’t have chance to comment on your postings yet. But I can not wait to tell you that I have become your instant fan. Keep up the great writings.
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| deep |
Posted
on 18-Aug-02 08:26 AM
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*mother goose Posted on 08-16-02 3:25 PM Reply
eep, give some time will you? you post like million in a minute. not everybody has time like you appear to have. wait for my comment. maybe tomoroow,hai?*
Mother Goose ko bholi pani aaj nagad bholi udharo jasto re chha. Huna ta afno pani tyahi taal chha (Re. Desh Bhakta bro--ghumai ghumai).
Khai Mother goose?
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*shiva shiva!! Posted on 08-16-02 3:28 PM Reply
don't like ganaune ranga ko masu. But the content is good Deep!!
I can't stop reading your mini real time stories.*
Thanks.
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manashalu Posted on 08-16-02 6:27 PM Reply
*Nice reading*
Thanks.
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oys_chill Posted on 08-16-02 10:26 PM Reply
ops sorry deep dai ..it shouldn't hae been here.......what' going with sajha
aghi samma post garna didina :S ahile esto
*deep dai really enjoyed yor story..didn't know it was yors.......hasda hasda ahile.....frgive me..maile taarko memory lane banako :(
...k bha yo
bro arko pali thread post garda, give us a clue that its yors.natra kasari thaha paune deep da ko ho bhanera..i thoght ranga ko masu was like soe other stupid surveys like you had *
Oys-Chill, no problem. Thanks for reading the story. I didn't understand what do you mean by "give us a clue that its yors.natra kasari thaha paune deep da ko ho bhanera.."? *Originated by* ma ta Deep chha ni ta. ma ta Oys_Chill dekhna sath padhan dina thali halchhu.
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nuts Posted on 08-16-02 11:02 PM Reply
*Forgive my ignorance, what was "may his soul rest in peace for ?"
a good one !*
Thanks, nuts. Well, unfortunately, PRP died in an accident here in the US just two years ago. He was a great friend of mine.
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*jira Posted on 08-17-02 9:40 AM Reply
ys_chill!
your changa ko story is nice, this time it overrode the Ranga ko masu eventhough it did not lose the pace. Good one! Deep bro! no heart feeling. I am still expecting your master piece :-)
jira *
Jira, thanks for the comment. I am a bit sad not because Oys_chill impressed you more but I couldn't write as good as Oys_Chill. I am not competiting with oys, jira. I enjoy oys. So, there is absolutely no reason for me to have any *heart feeling*. My regard to you does not quiver because of your impartial comment.
* I am still expecting your master piece :-) *
"koorda koordai jindagi nai bhaigayechha......" nahos hai. mero master piece "syal le jharla ra khamla" bhanera sandhe (bull) lai follow garya jastai huna ber chhaina.
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*Nepe Posted on 08-17-02 3:45 PM Reply
eep,
Gaaiko masu khane, dhanteko hoina, your story made me laugh so much, I fell off the chair, especially by the common sense of the cab driver who tuned down the radio to figure out the stinky smell.
I can not wait for more. *
Nepe,
Aba, after numerious *steaks* when you say "*gai ko masu khane* katha ramro lagyo" I am not quite sure how to take that comment. :)
thanks.
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| kekohalla |
Posted
on 18-Aug-02 04:55 PM
Deep,
Makes me laugh when I recall the memory of PRP rushing to me and grabbing me by my hand to dance with him claiming that I was with him. And, the cute guy from the country of the Everest?? Even funnier..... I know, my posting does not have anything to do with your posting, Ranga Ko Masu. However, just wanted to let you know that you brought back some memories that added some grins on my face. Keep up the good work.
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| sparsha |
Posted
on 19-Aug-02 08:26 AM
I still vividly remember how we (PRP, myself, and few other friends) often used to talk, talk, and talk until 3 c'clock in the morning and instead of saying "aba sutaun" we would say "aba chiya khane haina ta?" Number of times, we went to fetch coke at 2 o'ckock in the morning.
When talking about PRP and Manchester, I remember once we were talking just about anything until 4 o'clock in the morning at Sai's apartment. Then we all went to sleep. When I came out to the living room after waking up, I saw one of us was drinking beer in the kitchen. It was around 3 PM. By looking at him any one could easily tell he, the beer drinker, wasn't awake for a long time. Another friend also came to the living room and noticed the beer drinker. He said, "thukka, BYAN BYAN dekhi nai beer khana laj lagdaina?". "Chiya patti rain'chha ani ke garne ta ?". Beer friend responded.
Good old days!
It's really sad that PRP lost his life in such a young vibrant age. Wish him peace wherever he is.
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| NK |
Posted
on 19-Aug-02 09:09 AM
Deep,
Yet, another entertaing page from your memoir! And Oys_Chill, I have been enjoying your 'Memory Lane Reviisited' too. Sajha is bursting with all these talents! encore! encore!
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| catmandogal |
Posted
on 19-Aug-02 10:52 AM
Ranga ko jibro is very good!!
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| deep |
Posted
on 20-Aug-02 09:08 AM
Rangako kaan, gidi, andra bhudi and other stuff ni? aren't those stuff *very good* too?
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| __ |
Posted
on 19-Sep-02 07:44 PM
Deep dai,
Dherai pachi PRP dai ko yaad dilaidinu bhayeko ma dhanyabad. May his soul rest in peace. He was one of the coolest guys ever I met. Bhagawan le pani cool manche harulai chadai bolaunu hudo rahecha.
peace,
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| the guy from the yellow |
Posted
on 19-Sep-02 10:22 PM
building!!
oyster ji
u despise my home?? k ho bhayena ni ...how could u do that...if i had only known u then i would have complied with ur request but remember u never ever and ever said anything ...tara for reals reminds me of my days...just like everyone else...
felt like burstin up into tears!!!
chill
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| deep |
Posted
on 20-Sep-02 08:21 AM
PRP chhaina. So, sad! Dashain aaudai chha, kehi nabhayepani shubha-kamana ta dina hunthyo! I miss him a lot. He was a good friend.
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