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| Deep |
Posted
on 08-Oct-02 11:23 AM
Hal khabar
Ek saas ma sakaunua ma Ranjana hall agadi dhussa garera soda botalko guchha lai tala tira dhakale pachhi halka baf ood.do soda baraf, noon, ra kagati halya gilyas ma khanyaidau garya sauji lai herdai hat lamkaudai thiyen..euta bhate aaipugyo…"ye deep, ke chha?" It was Diwas. Ek bottle tellai ni kindinai paryo.
After Ke chha hal khabar round. He said, "jau mero ghar, I will show you my true halkhabar". Then he smiled. I had very little doubt what he meant by "halkhabar". I have to meet Brajesh dai in Nardevi before I go anywhere, I told him. That's fine. We will go to Nardevi first then will go home, he said. I took my seat on his Honda CG.
Diwas was neither a friend of mine from school nor was from my tole. One of his close relatives, Amar, was a very good tole friend of mine. It's in Amar's house I had met Diwas first in last year Dashain. Amar and I used to hang around together, and Diwas used to visit Amar frequently. So, we , Diwas and I, also became good friends. He was not too close to be a "ta" friend but was certainly close enough for "timi" friend. I was seventeen then and he was nineteen.
After handing over some money and a letter to Brajesh dai in Nardevi, we headed towards his house. He was saying a lot of things but I was only catching few on that motorbike ride. He stopped in front of a beautiful house. Opened the gate and we entered. It was a nice house with a manmohak garden. I really enjoyed colorful sayapatris there. It was a dui talle ghar. I had been to his house earlier. So, I knew this was not his house. "kasko ghar yo?", I asked. I thought, "did this dude directly bring me to his halkhabar's house ?". I didn't knew he was that bold. "Mero", he replied. Actuallu, me and Dineshdai (his elder brother) live here. Our parents built this house for us. Buwa lives in Baluwatar house". "Then who is going to cook and take care of you guys here?", I asked. "tyasko bandobasta chha, you don't worry", he said and we walked up to a room which he introduced to me as his.
We sat there and started to talk. "chiya khane?" he asked and before my answer he went out of the room and came back after a minute or so. It was a big very spacious room with two big wall-to-wall windows to the west and north. He drew the vertical blinds to open the west window and I pulled the blind screen string to open north window. Right then, he jumped, turned around,caught my hand and said, "hey, don't open that window". He quickly closed the blind. He seemed pretty upset. I didn't know what I did wrong. I just stood there confused. He regained his composition and smiled. "ke bho?" I asked him. I never draw those blinds open. That's the window I watch my halkhabar from, he said then winked. Tea with masu chiura came in the room. "Aau chiya khaja kham", he spoke again. Masu chiura chapaudai I asked, what's her name?, "Nikita", he said. He was beaming taking her name. "What? Is she a Russian girl?" I suddenly asked. Some how that Nikita Khrushchev came to my mind. "hya……keko Russian…Nepali ni…st. mary's ma padhchhe das ma" he clarified. He started to praise her and I was listening masu chiura ra chiya khadai.
Then, after masu chiura, he rose and went slowly to that north window. He slightly pulled a blind to his left then said, "oo uh uh!, tyahi re chhe la…." then he let that blind blade go back to its position. He looked at me asked, 'did you see her when you tried to open that window earlier? Did she see you?", "timile banda gardihalyou ni maile kholna napai..I didn't see any girl", I told him. He seemed little worried for a couple of seconds then with a smile he said, "I will show my Nikita to you, come on".
We both approached that north window again and he took one blade one inch away and said, yeah, she is still there….do you see her? First of all, there was this one inch window to look thru and even that was blocked by him. "No" I replied. "la yata bata hera" he gave me his one inch window. Look where? I asked. That red building, he replied. I saw noone. Jhyal ma hera na chhat ma haina, he said. Sabai jhyal ma here, I didn't see any one. Koi pani chhaina, I said. He pushed me to a side and peeked thru that an inch open space, and with smile he said she is still there. "Look", he asked me to look again. I didn't see anyone. I was not feeling comfortable watching someone that way either . He asked again, "did you see her?", maile yattikai bhande, "yeah". So, kasto lagyo ta mero halkhabar? He asked me again with joyous tone. "khatara re chha, bhabya lagyo" bhandiye.
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| Deep |
Posted
on 08-Oct-02 11:24 AM
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After few more minutes, "aba ma lagnu paryo" I said. "gaihalne? Aba ek chhin ma chhat ma aauchhe…he beamed." "jata sukai aaos" man mania bhane but I said, I have to be home by 5:30. ek chhin basna kar garyo but I said, "feri aaulani". Maile pardaina bhanda bhadai pani he came to drop me off. Bata ma ke ke Nikita Nikita bhandai thyo…I didn't really get what was he saying. Kina jhyal kholna nadya hola…I kept thinking. Ke ma showcase ma rakhaya chhez ho sabailai lyayera dekhauna bhanli bhanera hola, man ma soche.
Ghar ma ek cup chiya khayera I went to Amar's house. "aaja Diwas lai bhetya thiye.. ghar liyera gayo", I told Amar. "Tyaha euta kt"… bhandaithe.. "Nikita.." I could not complete my sentence Amar interrupted …tyahi Nikita ko kura garyo hola haina ta sanga pani?….mero halkhabar…mero hal khabar bhanyo hola haina?….tyo boulauna lai sakyo…Nikita Nikita bhanera….feri tyo Nikita lai chahi atto patto chhaina…" Amar said. There was nothing more for me to say. "Chhana chahi tyo Nikita ta gazab ramri chha ni taile dekhis?" Amar asked. "Ka dekhnu ..ek inch blind hatayera her bhanthyo kehi dekhya haina", I vented my frustration. Tyo tyastai ho….Amar said.
One day, I was coming home from Bishalnagar. Tyo Ramesh Nath Pandey ko ghar mathiko dhisko ma eklai basera beer khai ra re chha Diwas. "ye Diwas, ke ho?", I called him. "Oho, deep…ke chha yaar?" he got up with his beer bottle. He looked sick, drunk, and fohori? Ke gari ra yaha eklai? I asked him. "kya bore yaar….ghar ma jutho paryo…ek jana uncle ko death bho yaar…kya bore….ekdam bore lagi ra chha…tyahi bhe ra yaha ayera beer kha..momo khana laijauna yaar" he said. I felt sorry. I didn't see his motorbike there so asked, "motorbike chhaina?" " Chha yahi"…he looked around…."ye khai mero motorbike?", He started to yell. Then after two/ three minutes, he said , "ye aaja ta ma hinera aako…motorbike ko sancho nai diyena ni Dineshdai le…tyaslai ta ma thik parchhu ahile ghar gayera…". "Nikita lai herna aaune haina? Feri aauchhu bhanera gaf diyera…ma chahi kurda kurda…" Diwas boldai thyo. It was getting dark and he was drunk. So, I stopped a taxi and sent him home. Nikita Nikita…ke ke ke ke bhandai thyo.
Tyasko yastai aath das din pachhi, Amar told me that Diwas went to Delhi with his parents. His parents wanted him to attend a school there and also they (Diwas's) parents were worried about his behaviour. "Kina ra ke bho?" I asked. "Tyo Diwase..tyahi Nikita Nikita bhanera sadkina lai sakyo. Nikita lai chai baal matlab chhaina…", Amar said.
In one cold Poush evening as I was returning home from New road, I met Diwas. He looked fresh, energetic, and happy. "Amar was saying you went to to Delhi" I said. "Yeah, didn't like the place. I am back in town, now". He spoke. We went to a restaurant. He was completely a different man then. I could not believe he was there in that dhisco all alone drinking beer that day. I asked about Nikita. He seemed worried then he smiled and said, "Nikita ta Nikitai ho yaar…malai ta jhannai pagal banaki…". He dropped me off at my home.
After a month or so, Amar came to me and said, "Deep, Diwas ta birami re chha yaar dherai…his parents are taking him to Delhi again for treatment…ma ta jana la…jane ho?" I felt bad. Amar and I went to see him. He was lying on his bed closing his eyes. His parents and few relatives were there. It was a very sad environment in that room. I looked at the north window, blind lagai rakhekai thyo. Only west window was open. I remembered how he wanted to show me his hal khabar that day. "feri aaula ta bhaneko thiye tara kasto din ma aaunu paryo.."I felt really bad. We stayed there for about one hour. He didn't open up his eyes. Next day they took him to Delhi.
Baisakh ek gate ta manaunai paryo bhanera I went to Amar's house. Diwas was already there. He was normal and upbeat. We played cards, drank, had good time. To celebrate his recovery Amar proposed a picnic in Godavari…Just three of us…next week.
When we reached Lagankhel for Godavari picnic, Diwas said, "I am not feeling good, I don't want to go". "Hya…kich kich nagarna…yaha samma jane bhanera aaisake pachhi…"Amar spoke. "haina, malai jana nai man lagena", Diwas said again. "ke bho?", I asked him…."khai ke ke…banta aauna layo…." Diwas said. Kagati khayo bhane thik hunchha, I told him. I went to buy some kagati and gave him. "Khitka chhadera hasyo…and said….maile yattikai bhandya….timiharulai kya tension hai?"…we went to Godavari. Enjoyed the picnic a lot.
Tyasko kehi samaya pachhi, I left kathmandu.
After two years, I went back home. Pugekai din beluka, I was watching TV and also was telling some of my relatives my out-of-town experiences. Just then, I heard a recognized voice "bhayo yastai tin char din….ki kati bho?." the voice said. I looked at the TV screen…"…hunchha tin char deen, panch mahina bho" another man said. Niyalera I looked at the TV, I focused on the person who was saying 'tin char din bho". Tyo mailo luga ra makal topi ma hasdai dikka hudai kura garne was no other than Diwas himself talking to a TV reporter from Lagankhel manasik aspatal.
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"Incident is real, characters are real but I changed the names…..I don't where Diwas is today…Where Nikita is….Amar sanga kura nagarya pani kati bho kati…"
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| bideshi |
Posted
on 08-Oct-02 12:08 PM
A sad story!
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| San |
Posted
on 08-Oct-02 08:49 PM
This thread is back online.
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| ugly duckling |
Posted
on 08-Oct-02 10:33 PM
Maan khinna bhayo
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| ebony_firefly |
Posted
on 09-Oct-02 01:35 AM
sob sob:(
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| DHUMBASSE (DUMBASS) |
Posted
on 09-Oct-02 07:56 AM
Maile hijo pani bhaneko thiye ,tyo posting ta haraye cha aba.
tara je bhayepani kura chahi tyahi ho. Hamro DEEP daile yo katha tyo guccha hareko jhokma lekheko ho!, Maile dohraa khaye pachi "arulai dekhaunu parcha , jhelli bhayo" bhandai thiyo. Kasaile kehi pani bhanenan. Ani ta kaha gaeab bhayo, Bhalna chodera bhaneko ta katha lekhna harayeko rahecha, malai ta lageko thiyo.
La! sarai saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad katha ! Deep daile aba guchha khelna chadi dinu paryo. Yesto yo Guccha hareki sad ,bad, mad story matrai lekhcha daile, aba Padahi - gunai , Lekhai tira lagnu paryo. Jiralai tehi bhandinu. Aba dekhi guccha banda. La Ja!
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| Deep |
Posted
on 09-Oct-02 12:27 PM
sathi haru,
hal khabar thik chha haina ta? Dashain ko mukhma dukha mannu hunna, hai.
hari om!
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| oys_chill |
Posted
on 09-Oct-02 12:45 PM
mero ni ek chin ta halkhabar kata kata pugya ni deep dai:)
pade pachi chai HAI SANCHO bho!!
dashain taka, suvakamana ni takrai halam na !! nepal jasto nabhaye ni, nepali jasto banne prayatna garam ;) ki kaso??
la ta ahile lai yeti nai!! aroo pachi DEEP blue Sea baata!
oys
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| Deep |
Posted
on 09-Oct-02 03:33 PM
Oys_
Dashain ko subhakamana chha la....H'gau style ko whatever that means to you. hai..
Ani aru sabailai pani subhakamana chha dashain ko...
ma chahi aba taas fitna janu paryo...
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| Poonte |
Posted
on 09-Oct-02 03:41 PM
TAAS????? kahan ho? kata ho????? 21 patti ki 3 patti???? louna! 3 wata siquence nadekheko dherai bho yaar!
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| jira |
Posted
on 09-Oct-02 03:51 PM
aja mero ghar ma khaal jaumna la cha, awuney ho? andra bhundee tarumla .. 21 patti
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| Deep |
Posted
on 09-Oct-02 03:56 PM
baramase lai tin patti hos ki 21 ni poonte! fitna kam chha. Kura sunda ta Poonte bro ni khalli hola jasto chha.
Aaja euta ka bolai rachan kere. Utai fitne ni!
andrabhudi bhutchhu rey...? ani kaan, jibro chahi chat parisakya ho ki ke ho?
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| DHUMBASSE (DUMBASS) |
Posted
on 09-Oct-02 04:11 PM
Jirale jibro chapaudai Fitne bho aba Taas,ma ta tyo samjhi samjhi haanshi raheko chu, ha! ha!
ajha arulai pani aaija bhancha, kassiyera. Phalaas khelni Phalass, Jira bao pheri parecha San franma, Taar aba chittai patta lagne bho ko ho yo Jira bhaneko bhanera. Aba PM lai sodhnu parcha. PM sanga ta mero khatara ko dosthi ni pheri ha! ha!
la Deep Dai! aba narrow down garani naparne bho, Aba maile naramro chal chalera yo Jira ko ho bhanne patta laune bhai, Ha !ha!
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| jira |
Posted
on 09-Oct-02 04:23 PM
Tyo PM mero sathee ho bhanera mailey lattey dya
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| DHUMBASSE (DUMBASS) |
Posted
on 09-Oct-02 04:49 PM
Gaff dincha jira bao pani, maile oha Mr. PM lai phone garera sodhna khojeko" Ye ! bhanta tasanga tyo kappanko dandama macha herna jani ko re " bhanera sodhana khojeko bichara PM ta kam ko hatarma daudi ra rahicha, Ahile beluka phone garchu bhanyacha, ani ta pheri thaha bhai halcha ni hamro Jira bao ko rahecah bhanera
HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA !HA
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| dry |
Posted
on 09-Oct-02 05:23 PM
ahaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
sarai ramro story re chha yaar..kya manai khinna bho.....haina tyo manche ahile samma pani mental hospital mai chha?? teslai rag bhayechha
yaar...keti bhanepachi jatai nahune....class bata tension ma ayera story
padheko, jhan tension po bho....oh deep bro aba dekhi chahi ali man
haluka hune story lekhnu paryo hai....
haina khal kaha jamna lagya re?? hamlai ni invitation chha ki chaina
ha?? bhutun sutun pani chha bhanni sunya jasto lagyo?? la hai 21 patti
hat ma atdaina...3 patti bhe chahi jamchu ma pani.....
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| sparsha |
Posted
on 09-Oct-02 07:27 PM
How is taas going?
Story is harip senti, huh?
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| Deep |
Posted
on 10-Oct-02 09:14 AM
Taas khelna milena ni! kya bore!
Dry, I will try to write something on lighter side next time. Hai ta.
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| dry |
Posted
on 10-Oct-02 08:15 PM
thanks deep bro..looking forward to that one..............
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