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| jira |
Posted
on 24-Sep-02 09:51 PM
"Panee purna la cha, chata leeyera ja", I heard my mom's echo from the kitchen. "Aja ghaam laagcha bhunya cha purrai", I responded as if she was totally wrong and stepped outside from the door. The sky was already dark that means phaatphoot barsaa, I guessed. “Oho! Ghaam lagcha bhunya thyo, khai ta ?”, I asked myself and hurriedly sneaked back to look for an umbrella. Bhunya belama ka paincha ra, tyo nee hattar ma. Since I was already running late for my office, I did not think it was wise enough to look for an umbrella "Je bhetyo tyai lawunchu", Yes! there was this purano chinese bursadee my brother had bought when he was in class ten. We used to share that on and off. On my way out, I spent no time to fit myself in before the rain started to pour. "dudddddaaa,,dyaang", Aphnai agadee bancharo khasya jasto lagyo. I do not know who told me but until then I was pretty much convinced that whenever there is thunder and lightning, the bancharo falls. I did not see any bancharo infront of me though. I looked at the raincoat, the button holes were already torn apart. Machhai chirney jatro pwaal thyo sabbai ma.
I was walking fast to catch the tyampu before the rain sucked me in. The torn holes were too big for the buttons. They all came out the same way they went inside. I looked like Al Pachino in 'Scent of women'. Haahhhhh!, that was all I had to say if I really wanted to look like him. I missed 9.30 tyampu. "Aja pheri dailok diney bho moro ley", I already imagined my boss geting angry with me even though I had been lucky enough to make some excuses so far. I was standing there infront of Maila ko pasal. The rain was dripping from the crevice of his jhingatee ko palee. "Lobhee budha! pali ta banawunu nee chana nabanaye panee", I cursed him for not replacing that for years. Tieeeeetitit! Office jana la!, a thin voice came from the helmet. Without waiting for my answers, "Heen jaam", the voice responded again. I do not remember but I thought he must have seen me nodding. I quickly jumped into the back seat. "Hunnuuuu....hugee!", I could barely hear him except for that big 'hugee'. "tyampu chutera", I made my own conversation from the back. With his tej raftaar, we were already in kalopool but I had no idea who I was riding with. “Aba yatee khera naam sodhney nee kuro ayena, pheri kati chotee sodhnu purney ho!, panee ma ..pheri full helmet cha”, I was thinking so many things and trying to convince myself not to investigate his identity. As we were climbing up to Gawucharun ko ukalo, I saw a girl walking towards hill with her face covered with an umbrella. Wouh!! she looked beautiful from behind. Ko hola yo? "Kasto panee ... gai.. bhunya beech batoma huhuunnununu whannnnn", he slammed the breaks real hard. I did not look at gai. Instead, I managed to look at her. I was excited because I thought she looked at me too. Thukka! I was dissapointed at the same time. “Pachadee basya belama dekhi”, I threw disgruntle towards myself for not being able to buy even Rajdoot by then. ..continued.....
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| jira |
Posted
on 24-Sep-02 09:53 PM
"Teehar sakiye pachee ta tooorturey bhaye nee kinchu”, I decided. I later realized that I had made similar decision six months ago. "Tripureswore haina office?", he broke my imagination of buying Rajdoot. "Ho", “Aphno kata nee achale?”, I fired back loud with the same question. "Puranai thaam ma", his intensity was almost double this time. Even with the rain and heavy traffic, I heard him clearly. "Russian galli bata jaam hai", he suddenly turned his bike towards that narrow galli which connected the Gyaneswor and Dillibazaar then. It was called Russian gulli. I do not know who gave this name to that galli but there was nothing Russian about that galli. The only thing I heard was there used to be Russian embassy inside that big compound in the vicinity where the galli ran through. But, that was long time ago and nobody used to call that Russian galli when the embassy was there. I did not find any logic behind the name. "Not even any Burja in the vicinity, how could that be a Russian?"
I did not know why but I began feeling little scared riding that bike in that galli. First of all, I did not know who I was with. All along the galli, I felt regret riding with him with that 'Janey haina' ko bharma. I was thinking negatively. “Paketmaar ho ki?, galli ma lagera lootan diney ta haina?” Unknowingly my hand slipped towards my wallet. It was still there. I looked back, I did not see anynody except for a singaney kid with naspatee in his hand. "Kyai paryo bhuney nee bachawuney koi chaina phuchhey bahek", my heart pounded twice than ever before. "Yo galli ma ananda cha, koi hindaina...ma ta suddhai yuattai bata awunchu", I was startled again. Ek chotee ta ..ko m*** ho tun!! bhanum jasto lagyo kathalo samatera. I checked my wallet one more time. Ko ho yo?, I really got scared. Sanchhai gunda raicha bhaney ke gurney? Leaning my chin lower, I looked at his back. Koom nee chawuda lagyo. Unlike my support, his legs seemed muscular with that tight jeen ko paint. Khaltee panee bhwakka dekhey. How many knives could they keep in this type of big pocket?, I was constantly firing so many unanswered questions. “Pani rokiney chanttai chaina, jhun durkee ra cha. Yasto belema utrera ni ke gureny?,,jhun aulputra...ko ho yo Mu..!! bekkar chadhechu”, I was monotonously crying inside. I tried to remember my every friend with bike. Dhurbey, Suman, Achyut, Balgopal .. every one of em..they all had bike but nobody had job then. Subhey ajhaai mountain bike mai dallya thyo. Ananta had been riding that old Hero-ranger cycle for ever, Bisnu dai ley malai dekhey nee baal didainun motor bike chadhya belama, Bhushaaley bujjey lai dai ley bike chunnai didaina. I did not waste any time to think of anybody who I could remember had had any link to motor bike. Still, I could not come up with any conclusion. "La! aja ma khattum!! bhako ewuta ghadee ra sikri gayo dashain ko mookh ma”, I checked my neck and wrist at the same time. As soon as we got out of galli, he ran through several manholes. I hoisted my lower buttock. Paketmaar speeded up again....continued...
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| jira |
Posted
on 24-Sep-02 09:53 PM
“Bike panee ta choree kai hola nee, tyai bhayera kuda hunuparcha”, another negative thinking struck my mind. I closed my eyes..hey prabhu…….My surprise! He slammed the break infront of my office. “Traffic bhayena bhaney ta chanddai huncha”, I clearly heard the paketmaar this time. Before I said goodbye, the paketmaar looking was gone. “Ko hola yo”? Thukka! I regretted once again for having so much negative thought about him. Bhoot!!! “Dhat bhoot ley nee ride deencha kai, I jokingly consoled myself and went inside the office.
I could not think of anything all day. Even in toilet, ko hola tyo ley jhaskai rahyo and even after office hours on the way to bus stand, I had been thinking “ko hola tyo byana ko?”. Borepati..Borepati..la...Chaalborepati....dui sit baki..I heard this faint voice from distant. I walked towards the voice and found this tyampu for Chaalborepati. I murmured, "what the hell was that Chaalborepati?". "Ye bhai yo chabel jancha?", I asked that ragamuffin. He simply shook his head down and kept pounding the back door. Borepati...Borepati..Chaalborepati..ek sit baki. Anyway, I did not bother to ask him again and just got inside. As I sat, I saw a PK ko dhoti coming towards the same tyampu I was in. "Ye didi awunoos awunoos la..ek sit baki ..Chaalborepati”, she started walking faster. "La aja fine ride huney bho", I managed to make one seat beside me in the corner. Jhyaalpatti ko choddeem na chokari lai, I was all excited for her. "Chadhna ta tyampai chadhna parney ho", I praised myself for not choosing minibus that evening. In matter of second, she was there sitting beside me in that seat that I especially created for her. She was quite attractive. Without giving a clue, I looked myself in tyampu ko mirror. My wet hair looked not bad at all. “Meri bhigi bhigi si…….Anamika…..meri bhigi bhigi…, I started singing softly. "Kumaripati haina?", she asked the front lady. "Haina Jorepati", the lady replied. Chokari frantically got out. I and phucchey both looked at chokari. We were all dissatisfied for different reasons. No Anamika for me and one more passenger for phucchey. "Chabel.. Bouddha..Jorepati.." Phucchey yelled again. It was clear this time. To my dismay, a budho with boka from nowhere got into the tyampu, swatta. "Bajey boka ko ek seat lagcha hai", Phucchey warned before budha sat as if there was any seat left. Now, budha was in that empty seat that I had specially prepared for her. All of a sudden, budha in, chokari out. I did not like that whole scene whatsoever. I was mad as hell, did not even bother to look at his face. "Jaam Jaam dai", phucchey made a final call to the driver. The water was still dripping down from boka and budha was sweating too. "Ye bajey, tyo boka lai tier mathee rakhnus", Phucchey was pointing towards designated seat for boka. Budha obeyed what Phuchhey said.
"Khasti bhai sakyo aja, pursee ta astamai bhai halyo, balla balla.....", budha shattered showing his long yellowish teeth. I was mad at budha for ruining my trip so was not interested in any single conversation going afterwards. I did not even notice that tyampu had already made some stops before reaching Dillibazaar. "Ye bhai, tyo ghadee tip!", Ka?, phucchey karayo. Phucchey must have had the first look at that watch trapped inside the tyre. He did not waste no time to pick up that watch by removing the boka ko khutta. "ghadi ta ciko recha tura byannai chundya ", Phucchey made his first remark on that watch and quickly kept inside his pocket. I gave him a funny look. Mu.....Magney lai tato bhaat. "Band saddey bha bhaye ta ghadee nai khasdaina thyo nee", conductari buddhi, I calculated how this bhooskhole would drag his life onwards. No Anamika! Ke gurney!, pheri byana ko yaad ayo. I again started thinking 'ko hola tyo byana ko'. Chabel..chabel.. la dai! Phucchey ordered me. I looked at budha before I got off. He was still there holding his boka. Tee kootdeem jasto lagyo. I gave him a bitter final look and headed towards Ganeshthaan.
Ko hola yo had been constantly following my mind as I was walking. “Oie jira! Bhukkar office bata?”. I looked back, it was Bishnu dai. I did not feel like talking to him because he never gives me single look when he is in bike. “Pani ley dhila bho, aunee tapai kata nee hindai?”, I hesitantly completed the formality. “Herna , byana tunlai purayera phurkeenda jolteen ma purera silencer pipe nai bangyo bhunya, banawuna dya chu, lina jana la”.
“Ye…………..”, I slowly passed Ganesthaan.
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| Dumbao |
Posted
on 25-Sep-02 09:17 AM
Jira!!
Ramro lagyo la Jira. Thik Cha. Tyo dayeko man chhai ramro sanga barnan garechau.
That Galli was Russaian gulli before it actually moved to Baluwatar. Right at the end of the galli, as you come out of it while going to Dillibazar, The white house to the left used to be the residence of the ambassador and also , if I remember correctly, used to house some part of the embassy. That is why it was called the Russian Gulli.
There have been numerous stories of 'Bhoot at 12 noon', rigth at the section of the gulli,where you turn right and after about 20 feet, turn left to get out of it. SO we were always scared to go through that gallie at noon. On top of that, as you get closer to Dillibazar, the Charkhaal Adda is on your right, which used to house or bring in criminals for arraignments. That was another thing that frightened us always as we walked on that russian gulli.
Nice job Jira, Pheri ghar yaad aayo.
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| Deep |
Posted
on 25-Sep-02 10:52 AM
Jira,
khatara re chha, la. Syabbas!
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| jira |
Posted
on 25-Sep-02 08:02 PM
Dumbao!
Thanks for adding up something about Russian galli. I had almost forgotton the story of bhoot behind that galli. You are right, I have heard numerous things about that. It gives me more realism.
Deep!
Syabbash muttai diney ki choklate ni khwauney? "Syabbash", another long lost memory interms of birsuna lagee sakeko word. Thanks for your comment. Dashain ayo, aunee phattphutta samjheencha nee purani yandey!!!!
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| jira |
Posted
on 25-Sep-02 09:24 PM
Dumbao!
Thanks for adding up something about Russian galli. I had almost forgotton the story of bhoot behind that galli. You are right, I have heard numerous things about that. It gives me more realism.
Deep!
Syabbash muttai diney ki choklate ni khwauney? "Syabbash", another long lost memory interms of birsuna lagee sakeko word. Thanks for your comment. Dashain ayo, aunee phattphutta samjheencha nee purani yandey!!!!
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| mitra 2 |
Posted
on 25-Sep-02 10:00 PM
Jira,
Dashain ko peski wallet ma thiyo ki kaso? Paketmaar sanga kasto darako?
Good one! Aru pani jaaos na ganthey...
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| jira |
Posted
on 27-Sep-02 09:19 AM
Mitra2!
Paketmaar ley ka lanu nee dashain peski, bichara!! bishnu dai..tyasta chainun...
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