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| deep |
Posted
on 09-Sep-02 12:54 PM
Myadona
It was April of 98. I was in kathmandu and was heading towards general post office, sundhara. Time was around 3 PM. I had to post some letters so got on a line to buy some stamps. It was a long line. Some 25/30 people were in queue. It took me a while to get to the ticket counter. As I was about place my order, a guy from no idea where appear right by me and inserted his hand with das rupya ko note thru the counter and asked for panch rupya ko ticket. I could not believe he did that in front of all the people. I spent half an hour to get to the counter and he comes there out of nowhere and goes straight to the window asking for ticket. He, obviously, had no respect for others. The guy behind the counter was arranging some stamps. He didn’t even notice that the guy stretching das rupya ko note was not in line. He was ready to give the guy panch rupya ko ticket. I asked the out-of-line guy to stand on line at the end. At that he says looking at the line, “yatti laamo line ma lagera kahile kinne ticket…malai hataar chha ke….line lagne fursad chhaina…bas chhutchha afno”. Then he asked the stamp seller again, “khai dai chhito dinus na, ticket..sunnu bhaye na?”.
Kasto mu** besomtai. Oo dekhi bahek ta sabai mu** fursadi. Line lagne fursad chhaina re…ma*&^%$. Manmanai fatfataudai I crossed the overhead bridge and bought some chana/badam from a vendor by that sahid gate bus stop. “tyo mu** chabel jane bus kata aaune ho I was thinking. Chana/badam sakiyo bus aayena. I started to walk around. 15 barsako pinas khulaune toilet hudai I kept walking towards RNAC building. Passed Mahankal then, Bir hospital. Taruni haru pani nikkai badhe chhan kathmandu ma, I thought looking around.
I was on a chabel bound bus. Took a seat. The bus was not that bad. Seat was comfortable. Jhyal tira ta basnai paryo. The bus had some kind of smell, courtesy of the passengers, I guess. The guy sitting next to me was not a happy looking guy. He looked mad at something/someone. He was wearing chocolate color pants, butte shirt with couple of buttons down. Mailo mailo ganji was also visible. He was generously releasing pasina ko gandha. The bus passed bijuli office, Vadrakali, and stopped at Singha durbar. “kaha jaane?” cham chham pasia bajaudai khalasi asked the guy sitting next to me. “jaha gaye ni kina chaiyo talai? My angry saha yatri said. Khalasi chhakka paryo. Sahayatri gave panch rupya ko note to khalasi. “Kati paisa katne ta?” khalasi asked. He also knew my sahayatri is mad. “jati sukai kaat”, saha yatri replied. Khalasi gave him a ticket and some change back. Then he looked at me and smiled. I gave him bis ko note and said “Chabel”.
“Maitighar” Khalasi karayo. I looked out side. Few people were waiting for bus. Sabai dukh paka machhe jasta dekhinthe. “kasko mu** maitighar yo?” , I asked to myself, “ke nam yasto * maitighar* ? A chhemeki tourist in his off-white dhoti kameej came running and got ready to climb on the bus. “Randa park”? , he asked. The khalasi already had done his dhyang dhyang so bus was slowly pulling away. Khalasi didn’t quite get him. “ke?” asked the khalasi. “Randa parek” tourist repeated. Khalasi didn’t get that again, I guess. He looked at other passengers and asked “ke bhanchha yo dhoti?”. “Ratna park jane ho re?” a pasanger clarified. “Ratna park jane oota, arko side ma bas”, khalasi showed the tourist the other side of the road. “jau jau” khalasi chichyayo, did dhyang dhyang ..bus moved on leaving that alamalla tourist there. “randa parek re…dhotilai…he he he…” khalasi spoke.
I didn’t like the way khalasi treated that tourist. I was myself a foreigner in the US and I definitely would have felt bad if I were treated this way there. The guy couldn’t pronounce Ratna park clearly, so what? So what, he was wearing a dhoti? He could be a Nepali from Terai. We shouldn’t be proud in and laughing insulting ourselves.
I remembered a day some six years ago. I got off at Central square from outbound red line. Bought some tapes and samosas at Shalimar. Then walked from there to Harvard square. Then, there were not that many people working at Au bon pain there. I guess there was only one Nepali guy working at that au bou pain. It was already around 8 PM and was getting dark. There was this chillness in the air already. I was new in the city and wanted to explore more that evening. Took a bus randomly from Harvard sq. I had this train/bus monthly pass so fare was not an issue. That bus took me somewhere close to Roxbury. I was thinking of returning to the Harvard sq. on the same bus but the driver said he was not returning to Harvard sq. I got off in that Roxbury neighborhood. It was getting cold, night was progressing and I lost interest in exploring the place at that time. I wanted to get back to the dera-apartment. I figured out, it would be better if I could catch a bus to Sullivan sq. instead of Harvard sq. because I had to take the orange line to get to my apartment.
I wanted to know if there is a bus service to Sullivan sq. from there. I asked a guy, “is there any bus service to Sullivan sq. from here?”. “To where?” He asked back. “Sullivan sq.”, I repeated. He nodded his head and left. I asked couple of more people. They couldn’t get where I wanted to go. So, I was prepared for the next guy. I wrote “Sullivan sq.” on a piece of paper and asked a short cut question to a guy standing nearby, “Sullivan sq. …bus?” I kept pointing at the word Sullivan sq. He got it. “Oh, you wanna a bus to Sullivan sq.?”, he asked. “Yes”, with a smile I answered. It was súll v n sq. not soolivan sq. as I was saying before. Ma chahi mu** soolivan sq. soolivan sq. bhanira …;)
“jay bageswori”, Khalasi karayo. After mitra parak, I got off at chabel. I was walking from chabel chowk to chabel ganeshthan. As I approached charu medical hall, I heard this song “Quit playing games with my heart…”. Whoever was playing was playing the song very loudly. I wanted to say who sang this song to myself but I couldn’t remember the name. I tried to remember but just couldn’t. This made me mad. The more I tried more frustrated I became but couldn’t remember the name. Right before I reached the temple, I located the source where the song was being played. It was a shop on my right just off the main street right before the ganesthan. It was really loud. I still could not remember the artist. Ganesthan ghumera I headed west bound but I was still struggling to remember the name. Ma*&^%$ kalle gako yo geet…kasto birsya…l*** jasto. I was going crazy. I had to know this. I got to know the name, otherwise I am gonna be violent”, I thought. I turned around and headed back towards the shop where the song was being played.
I approached the shop. It was a repair shop. All kinds of broken electronic gazettes were there. There were two people in the store. One was working on a TV and the other one was working on a stereo. I stood there to draw their attention. TV dude first looked at me. He did not greet or say anything. He just stared. Stereo dude also looked at me briefly and went to back to his work. What kind of customer service is this? “may help you , how can I help you…mu** kehi chhaina…” Then I thought well, I am not actually a customer. Anyway, I was only interested to know who sang that song so I looked at the TV dude and asked, “yo geet kalle gako huh?” the volume was really really loud. I don’t think he heard me but saw my lips move. He turned down the volume a little bit and said, “aaja hudaina, bholi aaunus”. What the…”Ke bholi aaune?” I asked. That TV dude was wearing blue pants and dharke khairo shirt. Nanuhako tyasti 4/5 din bhako hudo ho..burrra udeko kapal, nakateko junga dari….”Yasta mu** lai ke thaha yo mu** geet kalle gako bhanera” mann ma lagyo. Stereo dude was not looking any better either. He was wearing kaaalo shirt, khuleko cutrize pants…chipi chayallo kapal…khai kahile nuhako thyo kunni last time….I thought well, I shouldn’t waste my time on these dudes.
I was trying to remember the name…kasle po mu** gako ho…I couldn’t remember. No, I couldn’t. I thought I am not being fare to these dudes. I am trying to judge them by their appearance. They may know more than I do about English songs. Who knows. I realized my mistake.
As I was about to ask again, stereo dude turned the volume further down. I said, “ma saman banauna dina aako ni haina lina aako ni haina..” Yo bharkhar bajya geet kasle gako ho..tyahi sodhya”. “Ye…”, TV dude said, “ma ta saman ko kuro garya bhanthanya..”. He didn’t answer to me. “Kalle gako tyo geet huh dai”, I asked the TV dude again. He looked blank. After 30 seconds, he said “khai malai ta thaha chhaina” then he looked at the stereo dude. I also looked at him. “kalle gaako tyo geet?” I asked him. He tried to remember hard. Nikkai samjhina kosis gareko dekhe but then after wasting sometime he looked at me with khai-mu**-koko look. “khai…..”, he said. “thukka”, I thought he was gonna tell me. And as I was about to retreat, I saw stereo dude’s face brighten up. He smiled, his eyes flashed then he blessed me with his answer, “Ho …MYADONA ho la dai MYDONA”.
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| oys_chill |
Posted
on 09-Sep-02 02:17 PM
haahahah.......deep dai, yesto ramro story ahile samma kasaile napading..
well yini haroo lai k tha? ;) nways, tyo pasal ganeshthan ko opp. side ko ho??
nyways, this one was superb.hahaha myadona........remember someone telling me bout a dude singing "Anather wan byat da dast, and anather wan byat da dast" in patan tole...thanx for the refreshing experience dai:)
oys
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| Bhenda |
Posted
on 09-Sep-02 02:32 PM
Very Funny!!! Haina tyo post office ma jahiley pani line katney manchey ko kami rainachha...ma chai jahiley mai jhanda ti jhant harulai new khojna auneu parny bhanthanya...
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| dhyangro |
Posted
on 09-Sep-02 02:35 PM
...BTW, isn't that some boy band song??
maybe the backside boys??
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| Bhenda |
Posted
on 09-Sep-02 02:43 PM
Backside boys rey hhhheehheee.
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| deep |
Posted
on 09-Sep-02 02:44 PM
dhyangro, yes it was backstreet boys who sang that song but I just couldn't remember that then. But the stereo dude says "MYDONA" with flashing eyes and a victory smile ek chhin ghoriyera.
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| deep |
Posted
on 09-Sep-02 02:46 PM
Backside boys, huh? yep!!!! rearside dudes!!!! tyastai halla chha! LOL!
but, what do I care?
MYADONA!!!! uh hun!
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| Soleil |
Posted
on 09-Sep-02 02:46 PM
Hysterically funny it is. Nice piece there deep. It also reminded a similar incident like Oys br's "anather wan byat da dast...".......Mykal Jyakson ko "Pee-Lay...Pee_Lay" ra "Thillar"....khubai charchit thiyo hamro tole ma. BTW....."Beat it" and "Thriller" were the actual title of the songs:)
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| psychodreamer |
Posted
on 09-Sep-02 02:50 PM
deep:
once again you made us look at the empathy that we can show for others.....i liked you story as well as what you thought for the victim of khalashi ko katu bachan....your description of your mental disstability or lets say curisioty to know something that you knew but just happen to forget it is really live....thanx for sharing the story
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| contector aka ramey |
Posted
on 09-Sep-02 03:02 PM
oho deep dai! kasto majako katha lekhya.
You know what thought. When you mentioned at first that some dude tried to get the 5 rupees ticket. I was convinced that you were gonna come up with a conclusion with the same dude being the main character. Apparently not!
Even when you were on a bus, your sahayatri, I thought, was the dude who got the ticket!
But anway, I like the random ness and kathako marma kathmandu ko daineek jiwan ma ghatney ghatnama aadhareet chha. The words you chose were awesome that wil transport bidesi nepali dajubhailai back to nepal.
lekhnus.. aru lekhnus. mero laagi sajha.com nai "madhuparka" huna thalyo.
Aba dherai bho.. I better get going.
rantna park janey kohi chha?? dhyang.. dhyang....
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| deep |
Posted
on 09-Sep-02 03:27 PM
Oys, soleil, bhenda, psychodreamer....thanks...!
Geet ko kura garda yaad aayo. Kathmandu ma euta sathi ko ghar bandai thiyo. I was there with my friend. I heard one of the dakarmi singing..."yeeeee....chakrapani... chakrapani...... chakrapani...... chakrapani..... ooohuuuuhuuuu..." I could not understand what was he singing. I asked him what was he singing? with pride he said it's an english song..."timiharu le ahile bujhdaina", he added.
Later one of my friend's uncle said, "tyo dakarmi funkytown gaudai thyo....usaiko verson..."
Funky town (lipps, inc)....I think it was written by Steven greenberg...and was very famous in early 80s, I guess.
for the lyrics "....Well, I talk about it, Talk about it,
Talk about it, Talk about it,
Talk about, Talk about....." Dakarmi oostad got them as Ye....chakrapani chakrapani chakrapani chakrapani oooohuuuuuhuuu..."
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| Nepe |
Posted
on 09-Sep-02 04:51 PM
Hilarious and lively. deep bro, your stories have transformed Sajha into a real Nepali adobe. You make us feel the color, smell and the sound of Nepal so lively. It is so real, so authentic and so uncorrupt. I told you, you are one of the best things that has happened in Sajha. You are a phenomenon. Let it keep happening
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| Gazal |
Posted
on 09-Sep-02 05:08 PM
Deep :)
I love your stiores except *&^&*%^& symbols .
Tapain ko prem ruchii Neeta/Neetu ko haal khabar k cha ta?
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| Gazal |
Posted
on 09-Sep-02 05:09 PM
Hareeyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
wrong thread ma post bhayecha :(
Sowwie about that.....
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| Biruwa |
Posted
on 09-Sep-02 06:37 PM
Mr Deep,
I appreciate your stories. It is nice to read them . But you have got one BIG problem.
You use the word mu** too often. I remember when you began writing you excused your self saying that this word is often used by one to the real life characters on whom the story is based. I thought ok, if you want to depict a real life character in his real life "vomika" then we can accept. But in every story you have been using that word and in this self potrait story too, you have used that word.
I would appreciate if you stopped using that word. And I would like to suggest you to stop using that word in your real life too. All the best!
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| Curiouss |
Posted
on 09-Sep-02 08:22 PM
by the way, what does MU** mean? i have used it alot but never knowing what it really meant.
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| harka kami |
Posted
on 09-Sep-02 08:28 PM
means the hair on your dolphin.. sorry I just jumped straight to the point...
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| SOULFREE |
Posted
on 10-Sep-02 04:40 AM
Hahahahahahaha.... myadonna re!!
Deep bro le laaaast haasayo.. That was the good one dude. I read it yesterday afternoon but didn't get a chance to leave you a note.
--I used to say "myadonna" when I first came to america. I was laughing rememberin' myself.---
Did somebody just say backside boys..? hahahahah.... i am laughin' like Crazy!!!!!
Yo, Deeep.... Don't stop using Mu** and Ma**ik**.... otherwise your story will be like usineko "buaaailer" kukhuka... mu** no noon no spices......
Peace!
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| deep |
Posted
on 10-Sep-02 09:39 AM
Ramey, Gazal, Soulfree and other frineds,
Thanks for your comments.
Nepe, you are very generous with your comments.
Biruwa,
"I appreciate your stories. It is nice to read them ." Thank you Biruwa.
"But you have got one BIG problem" Really?
"I thought ok, if you want to depict a real life character in his real life "vomika" then we can accept. But in every story you have been using that word and in this self potrait story too, you have used that word."
So, what is your point here? am I not a real life character in my real life "vomika"?
"I would appreciate if you stopped using that word." Why would you appreciate if I stopped using that word?
"And I would like to suggest you to stop using that word in your real life too." Thank you for your suggestion but I would have appreciated more had you made that suggestion after knowing me in real life.
I am not intimidated with your comment. In fact, I liked what you wrote. I have recognized you wrote what you wrote in good faith. I am not doubting that you are one of my wellwishers.
Your point is respectfully noted.
Thanks for your "all the best".
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| Sangey |
Posted
on 10-Sep-02 10:07 AM
As Deep wrote:
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Funky town (lipps, inc)....I think it was written by Steven greenberg...and was very famous in early 80s, I guess.
for the lyrics "....Well, I talk about it, Talk about it,
Talk about it, Talk about it,
Talk about, Talk about....." Dakarmi oostad got them as Ye....chakrapani chakrapani chakrapani chakrapani oooohuuuuuhuuu..."
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Once, I was in a bus going from Siliguri to Darjeeling. Lipps, Inc. ko above mentioned geet "won't you take me to... Funky Town... won't you take me to... Funky Town" was playing in full blast.
Driver turned to me and asked, "bhai, yo geet mero sanu chora le kasari gaucha, sunney?"
I replied, "huncha daju. soondiu na."
He bellowed, "MA JUTTA KINCHU... PAISA DEU... MA JUTTA KINCHU... PAISA DEU."
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| EBONY_FIREFLY |
Posted
on 10-Sep-02 11:50 AM
nice one deep bro:P
blac_
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| deep010 |
Posted
on 11-Sep-02 09:48 AM
...tyo pasal ganeshthan ko opp. side ko ho?? ....Oys_chill ko pasal ho ki ke ho tyo?
ha ha ha....
;-) narisau hai som....
white_
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| oys_chill |
Posted
on 11-Sep-02 10:55 AM
TV repair pasal ma lagya bhaye ta aaja yaha hudina thiee deep dai!! I WISH!! jus trying to remember those forgotten/forbidden roads..tyo ta paari patti paryo ni ;)
Wari pari ko memories nai taaja cha tara
oys
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| deep |
Posted
on 11-Sep-02 11:21 AM
Wari Yamuna...Pari Jamuna
Sanjhaima dhobi khola aauchhu bhana na...na...
(jo aaye ni hunchha...jamuna ra yamuna ma duijanakai mildaina bhane...)
Aaja ek dam chabel yaad aaira chha....charu medical hall samma ghankine gari kun geet bajairahola ahile myadona ko.....
Oys_ listen to that "funkytown" song....chakrapani chakrapani... (Talk about it, Talk about it....)....jutta kinchhu paisa deu bhanchha ta?
deep010, kasto chha?
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