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| oys_chill |
Posted
on 16-Aug-02 10:34 PM
OK, this is just a test...sajha is acting weird
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| oys_chill |
Posted
on 16-Aug-02 10:35 PM
real story
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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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| Junkie |
Posted
on 17-Aug-02 12:01 AM
Good one oys ...... tara yo kasto dantya katha ho ..... aajkal ko bachha harulai bhujnai garo ..... hamro pala mah tah "eka desh mah ... etc rah etc thiyo" ..... ani etc etc bhaye pachhi, they lived hepp-ily ever after hunthiyo ......
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| deep |
Posted
on 17-Aug-02 08:28 AM
Oys_chill,
Read your story. Went back in time. "Kakka, pech, lattai, babache, dharke, sada, pwankh,....,good old days". Nice one.
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| om_name |
Posted
on 17-Aug-02 09:16 AM
Very nice..memory lane indeed.
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 17-Aug-02 09:53 PM
OYS,
Amazing, you have a knack for painting a picture with words!!!!! Certainly, an eye for details!
Here is a question out of curiousity, with all due respect.
Do you type fast, or do you have a lot of time to spend on typing??
Whatever it is, the end result of your pastime is quite laudable!!! :)
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| oys_chill |
Posted
on 17-Aug-02 10:53 PM
hahaha..thanx fellas!!!
Junkie dai, dantya katha aaudai cha..jus for you!!
Deep dai, still sorry, this story also got posted n yor thread..
sitara :) thanx :)
Ok lemme be honest with you too .
I DO TYPE REALLY FAST.......typing tutors in school years paid off i guess...as far as having time is concerned......mmm
Time is relative to everyone i guess hoina ta? its not that i have time, its lke time has me beckoning me into memories..
"I am young, life is long, there's time to kill today...and then one day i wake up and find, ten years have got behind me, noone told me when to run, i missed the starting gun.........oks somewhere along that line i guess
oys
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| Junkie |
Posted
on 17-Aug-02 11:23 PM
Oys bhai ....when time catches up ..... fool it ..... or in simpler terms ..... get a plastic surgery .... lookat me .... am 50 ... yet I look and ofcourse act like I am 15 ..... got fake Id though for enjoy allthe goodies .....
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| ebony_firefly |
Posted
on 18-Aug-02 10:00 AM
`cymbals clatter, the bells jingle, and the drums beat...
childrens natter,the frens mingle and kites compete in the summer heat..
nice one again! comfs..
hmmmmmm. lets see if i remember some kites names...(babaji,rato sada,hariyo sada,dui dharkeey,taukeey,paneey,char kuneey,dariwal,tin dharkeey...)...o! i still do remember the names..
my mom used to say"gham ma dadhdaa dadhdaa tharuu jasto kalo bhaisakyo"...nothing
compared flying kites in sunny afternoon under blue sky with a tinge of silver clouds and cool breedges.....it made the stream of euphoria and freedom flow within...the heart.
"maja halneey ,sukauneey ,readymade dhago,lattai,changaa.,lattai,live band in terrace,blisters in hands,sunburns,bamboo vataa,beer bottles,snacks frens....ahhhhhh! those days..
alas! with the computer similiar stuffs in the world..i think like animals we need to put kite's in the protcetion list(kites protection act)against its extinction....
eheheheh..lols
keep going....
blac_
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| strawberry |
Posted
on 18-Aug-02 12:29 PM
i simply LOVED this memory lane. hopefully we will take more rides through these memory lanes with oys! you are a great writer. "oys is terrorizing the sky of Handigaon" rey....cute!
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| strawberry |
Posted
on 18-Aug-02 12:33 PM
Hi to blac dai.......when was the last time we said hello?? :( i hope everything is going on fine.
love
straw
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| rusty |
Posted
on 18-Aug-02 09:50 PM
Oys...no words to describe your memory lane. I do have something to share with you too. It's sad but it's my memory lane.
Was walking down memory lane,
Was walking on the beach,
Throttling the feelings of pain,
Keeping doubts out of reach.
Had a look at the sands of time
The hours when time itself stood still,
Could hear distant bells chime,
And I was walking while I still stood still.
Felt the heat of the sun beating,
Could sense an awe that the past left,
Saw the sheath of life fleeting,
Glimpses of what was there were best.
The past present itself as visions and images found in long corridors of time. The human mind perceives the past and tries to make a meaning out of it.
Memories may be good or bad, but to make most of the past, one has to probably look at the mistakes committed, and to keep oneself cheerful, often look at the happy days, taking screenshots of the better glimpses that the past presents.
Hope to see more....
Regards
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| watever |
Posted
on 18-Aug-02 10:14 PM
hmmmmm...you are developing your writing skills pretty well! (good bhanera katti bhanne...even you know its good.... ) :P
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| destiny12 |
Posted
on 18-Aug-02 11:34 PM
oys_chill
Thanks a lot,now i m refreshed with the words stirring my oldies which( I guess) were sagging behind....Ur sister reminded me of my bro, the days used to soo perfect...before dashain...sky with the kites all around,mingling ..I used to be so in touch with dai in those days..(especially before dashain)."ooie!dai, lattai de ta!!...de na " with convulsions..........."ooie teen dharkee,dariwal,...dhaagooo chooddd"Using lattai..changa udaudai"...lol
...poor oys! wht did ya do?.."dhago ma maad halna birsheko thiyo??that might be the reason ya cudnt beat the terror caused by panjabi's kite??"(just kidding)...
oys..even if u jot down some of ur memories, i m sure..u gona refresh everyone....keep it up!
cheers!!
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| oys_chill |
Posted
on 19-Aug-02 11:39 AM
Rusty,
your poem did leave me spellbound for a moment...thanx a lot for sharing your memory as well..
whatever and destiny..thanx a lot for your comments
oys
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| khahare |
Posted
on 19-Aug-02 11:47 AM
oy_chill bro,
you said that you are going to start fairy tale series, but other NYPALI bro already started to post fairy tales. 'MAY BE'
WE are still waiting for your fairy tales as already said that you going to start it like deshbaktajee started MAHABHARAT.
-danthya katha
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| oys_chill |
Posted
on 19-Aug-02 11:48 AM
hahaha!! khahare bro.......mmm i am in a very lousy dilemma indeed.....
dantya katha in nepali or english....or NEPALINGLISH???? i read nyapli's story too.
oys
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| khahare |
Posted
on 19-Aug-02 11:56 AM
hehe... whatever you like to use, but romanized NEPALI is little bit difficult and also tired to read
you may start whenever you will have time, it is (not compulsory)your business:)
-danthya katha
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| Junkie |
Posted
on 19-Aug-02 06:45 PM
khahare lies ..... It is indeed mandatory .... WE NEED NEPALI DANTYA KATHA ...... bhana mera bhai bainee ho .....Oy .... sorr milaee kana ..... Chana mathi ghiraula ..... koklay bhanla dantya katha heraula .....
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| ebony_firefly |
Posted
on 20-Aug-02 08:02 AM
hi ! to strawberry..:).i am alive and in the ongoing quest of life...yeah! its bee3n quite a while since we last said hello!>..best of luck to you in all your endavours and hope to talk to u soon.:)
BLAC_
KEEP GOING COMFS.....
PS# hey!rusty .hmmmmmmmmmm..well,.....gem emerged from the poems when one cleared the rusts ! keep going..best of luck!
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| Diva_Starz |
Posted
on 20-Aug-02 08:27 AM
Oys:
There is no effusion of words…can see eloquence reflecting in every lines. Keep it up!
“…soon not so local Oys is terrorizing the skies of Handigaon. Every..........proudly in the skies, dancing yet obeying my commands" expresses the true passion of a fervent kite lover ;) Aren’t kites a symbol of hope and freedom, of reaching out for one’s dreams?
Going through your memory lane helped me too soar beautifully in the plain blue sky…free to fly with the wind :).
Thanks to you, my vocabulary is now rich with beautiful nep names of kites. But, didn’t get few of ‘em like *sanka gotheko* and *Kamtis*. Mind telling me?
Thanks:) :)
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| Soleil |
Posted
on 20-Aug-02 09:24 AM
"Tirkhayeko, pani lai na-metinay kuwaa jastai......." Totally riveting. Well chosen words with streaming articulacy that certainly is beguiling. Two thumbs up for my Oys bro.
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| watever |
Posted
on 20-Aug-02 04:33 PM
rusty your poem rocks! good one....really!... tara sure danthya kathas would be refreshing... oys...are you planning to write one urself or giving your expert opinions (;) to the ones that already exist? mahabharata ta naam nai dekhera padhna mann na lageko ho seriously malai (no offense intended so dont take any!) ...danthya katha chaini padhchhu ;)!
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| Junkie |
Posted
on 20-Aug-02 08:38 PM
good thot Watever .... finally another supporter for my quest to elicit some "dhanya katha"from the eloquent of the ones for the inquisitive mind.
As for Kite: that is a war. remember how I used scrub to every ounce of basee-bhat in my threads ..... hoping to gain some victory in air ...... little did I know they used taja-bhat ...... dhaat ...... solace in loserness, atleast I tried nee yaar .....
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| oys_chill |
Posted
on 21-Aug-02 07:31 PM
dhairya dhairya!!
Mehanat ko faul mitho huncha re kya junkie dai :)
aaucha, aaudai cha, aaunai lagyo.......jus got lost in another memory lane, just can't think of anything else...brain cells have died..empty dimag, empty life ani empty oyster without the pearl these days!
oys
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| sinch |
Posted
on 22-Aug-02 11:55 AM
hey i gotta admit i skimmed through it hai...tara time and again these "memory lanes" remind me of those old days..
anyways chill oys bro
apple juice?
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