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| oys_chill |
Posted
on 03-Jan-03 05:46 PM
I could feel the chill of Kathmandu Winter inside my room. Reluctantly I put on my clothes. My maami came down with a glass of warm milk and a couple of sandwiches. She looked concerned “ asti bharkhar school banda bha! Ananda le nasutera bihanai dekhin katti khelna parne. Lau galbandi ni laga, ghati ma chiso pasla natra!”
“Ani kata jane re ?” She continued on. I ate in one breath, gulped down the milk, put on my shoes and told her indifferently “tyai naxal ko sports center” I lied. “aaja national players haroo sanga practice cha” I boasted. My mom started giggling “ ta bacha sanga” ani aayepachi…..”
”Oyss, Oyss!” Sabin’s voice broke our conversation. I ran downstairs and met him. Sabin was my only friend then in Handigaon area whom I met only during breaks. Every winter some kind of mania took over us, and this time it was the table tennis mania. It was the only route we found to prove our stance among the numerous Handigaon “DADAS” We played in TriShakti club next door every afternoon till it got dark. Sabin got idea from his brother to further enhance our skills by practicing in sports center in Lainchor. My parents wouldn’t allow me to go to Lainchor for that age, so we decided to tell them it was in Naxal.
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We reached the “Cubord” hall at around 6:50 and to our delight, it was empty. After playing in some of the finest boards in the country, we felt it was worth the trip in the morning in that cold. There were indeed some national players that came there for practice. Occasionally, we got to practice with them in a so called “COUNTER” After the hall started to get crowded around 9 :30, Sabin and I decided to call it a day.
On our way out, Sabin got a couple of One rupee notes and gave it to the gatekeeper “la dai, yeso chiya siya khanu ni” he sounded so mature. He winked at me “ bholi dekhi, hamlai kach kach gardaina”
We walked back tired from our practice. As Sabin took the right gully near our home, I continued on towards my house meeting my dad on his way out “Khelis ta keta” he smiled wryly at me. His words sounded like a subtle trap to me. “aan, atti thakai lagyo, aaba sutchu” . He nodded his head and continued on.
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I was in state of shock. Indeed, my dad was going to make my holidays a live nightmare. He had left assignments for me and my sisters. To add to the woes, my sisters were assigned just a page of handwriting each while I had to memorize the multiplication table up to 17 that day. At first I didn’t panic, I knew multiple table up to 12 by heart. But he had even kept a prize of Rs. 20 for one who excelled in the assignment. It was totally unfair. My sisters were like nang-masu, even if one of them won, they would share the prize. I started murmuring “hyaa! Dui maina ko chutti ma ni ananda le basna Nadine.”
Furthermore, my sisters were enjoying the first sunshine of the day sitting on the bardali eating badam. They both had finished their work. I checked on their notebooks. Their calligraphic talents were indeed praiseworthy. A wave of anger and jealousy crept over me, ek chin ta Ink pokhdim ki ma jasto ni lagyo.
Leavin aside my anger, I had my lunch and went outside with the multiplication table and started from seven: Seven one ja seven, seven to ja forteen……..
“Oys, nakara ta” my sister cut in. “Ek chin ananda le sutna de! 20 rupiya ko dherai lob nagar ta” I almost exploded at their comment. I left them without uttering a word and went up in chaut where I was free from all the pressures. I closed my eyes and felt the warm sunshine embrace me. Gundri ochyayera, I thought I’d sleep for an hour and then study. I knew I could topple my sisters, especially in this competition. I slept sound.
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“Oyssss!” sabin’s voice woke me up again. He had a paddle in his hand. Damn! I checked my watch, it was almost three in the afternoon. I was in a big dilemma, but the thought of upsetting one of the dadas in the game far outweighed the Rs. 20 prize, though it was very painful. I thought maybe I could study between games, and slipped the table into my pockets and raced off.
It was one of the most satisfying days in the club. I beat almost everyone there in the club. “fuchhe, dherai dhak nade” sagar dai shouted once when he lost a close game and I was giggling. It was one of the most satisfying feelings, for I knew it would be embarrassing to be beaten by kids especially where all the so called “hastis” came from all corners of Greater Handigaon. Amidst my joy, I totally forgot about my homework.
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I was nervous when my very dad was quizzing me. It was much tenser than the oral quizzes we used to have in school. “Seventeen seven ja?” he raised his voice. I was blank. I tried to sound joyful and do the maths inside my head. Seventeen was too big a number for me then. I gave a wild guess of 109. “Thukka lata” he commented. I was embarrassed in front of my sisters. He gave Rs 20 in front of my eyes to my older sister and my sisters scurried off making plans for tomorrow.
After the bitter spitfire, My dad tried to cheer me up “ Sabin ko ghar ma gaako thiyen, suti sakecha, atti nai khelchau ki kya ho timi haroo” “hoina, ali ali practice matrai”, I found a new life from my dad’s comments “hostel janu agi, naya baat kindeunla talai” I was euphoric. Who gave a rat’s ass about that 20 Rs. I went to bed and slept in peace
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Next morning, on our way to the sportscenter, Sabin seemed tensed.
“K bho Sabin, sancho chaina ki kya ho”?
“Hoina, yaar, aaja chadai farkinu parcha hai Oys. Bau le kaha baata aaja malai hw deko cha” I stood there spellbound. “20 samma ko multiplication table kasari kantha parne yaar, malai ta ten samma ko ni ramrari aaudaina”
I breathed a sigh of relief and I chuckled as we jogged along. Sabin continued “Hamro bau lai yesto theees idea kale dya hola? Dui maina ko chutti bhar hw dela jasto cha. Aan! Hijo ghar ma ko aako jasto ta lagya thiyo, tyalle hola ! katti chadai sutechu hijo…….”
At that point, I couldn’t help laugh out loud as we passed the Nepal Dairy to the sportscenter for another adventurous practice session.
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| fRank |
Posted
on 03-Jan-03 10:16 PM
haha bro. le hasayo yaspali.. even me remember.. mah dad asking me to memorize the multiplication table up to 20 during the winter mahina ko bida .and plus the handwriting practices (besides the hw from the tuition i had to take ever since i was in grade 1).. ani ma chahi jahile pani hw nagari used to go to sankhamul ko playground and play football, the real football not the american football... and i remember returning home with the dirty feet and sometimes cut feet cuz i always played without the cleats. ( damn i should also get the nickname "Pele") ani ghar farkida . my sister would have done her hw. and i would never get my done.. ani jahile pani used to get gaali and pitai from daddy.. no wonder i got kukhura le cherya jasto handwriting today... well that was years years ago......
waiting for some more memory lanes..
till laters
peace.
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| kalanidhi |
Posted
on 04-Jan-03 12:46 AM
Oysji,
Death-
Sad, lonely, depressing.
Life-
Joyful, happy, emotional.
Death-
Joyful, happy, emotional.
Life-
Sad, lonely, depressing.
Life to death,
Death to life.
It's all the same thing _ _ _ _ Isn't it?
Kalanidhi UCB
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| oys_chill |
Posted
on 04-Jan-03 05:57 AM
why does berkley keep on reminding me of brain drain and brain wash ;).....can't figure that one out :)
anyways, thanx for your comments...
Frank bro, the football, cricket, basketball, tennis mania were for other winter holidays' mania ni ;) eheh....we even got into SEVEN STONES!
oys
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| PremPujari |
Posted
on 04-Jan-03 07:10 AM
Oys,
That was great.
Dad haru le ni atti Rag garne, kahile kahi ta.
kyaarnu... AJS bhanyaa, Dad's haru.
**atti janne sunne!!!
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| Soleil |
Posted
on 04-Jan-03 08:33 PM
Harayo mero bhai bhanya ta futta memory lane liyera aako raichha. Ramailo lagyo pahila ko yaadgar galli haru jastai. Ani Oys, UUU jitya ki najitya? :)
Fuchhe le nikkai dhaak diyo hai, khoob pryaktis garya, Handigaon ko dada haru lai jitya bhanera.. ahem ! ahem !!.. Lau bhidne ho Oys, ekla ek? single single? hehehe
p/s.. Oys babu.. did you get the gist what's the seer wanted to convene with his poem? I didn't. Maybe our brain is not drained. hehehehehehehe. Shall we join UCB or the H? hehehhehee
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| vivid |
Posted
on 05-Jan-03 11:04 AM
Lau ta dikka lagya bela Oys_ ji ko thread lai auta yogdan,
When I was in class 2 or 3, I forgot to be precise, I had to do a classwork where I had to draw 4 hens in my exercise book. I enjoy drawing and my drawings are not so bad either (re kya ajhai thapya hai). I drew them and my teacher marked it 'GOOD' which was a bonus when you are still small. One day, my father happened to turn the pages and he blurted out, 'Jasto chela ustai guru' then he turned to me and asked, how many pair of legs do a hen has? I replied 1. Then he showed me my drawings and asked when did my hens started growing an extra pair of legs?
I was speechless, but my hens do look good with those extra pair of legs. May be I was so engrossed in the drawing the only no. resonated within my head was 4 which was then expressed unconciously.
Nowadays I think if it would have been real then we would have 2 pairs of drumsticks instead of 1 from a single chicken, heh! heh! khane koi cha extra pair of drumsticks???
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| vivid |
Posted
on 05-Jan-03 11:05 AM
ufff kya mitho gari lekhya kahani black hole tira gayecha bhane....
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| lonely |
Posted
on 06-Jan-03 03:54 PM
vivid..I really enjoyed reading yours...
and of course oys_chill..
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| vivid |
Posted
on 06-Jan-03 04:06 PM
Lonely ji,
As you seem to be lonely, you can join my group to rear chickens with extra pairs of legs. Chandai dhani hune tarika ke, heh! heh! kasto lagyo offer??? ;)
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| oys_chill |
Posted
on 06-Jan-03 04:58 PM
oh thanx vivid for sharing your memories..eheh i have had similar anecdotes about entrance exams......
but the funny thing about these winter holidays' hw is that my dad influnced lot of his friends to use similar tactics during breaks..and i jus happened to meet one of those victims very recently eheh..
oys
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| liya |
Posted
on 07-Jan-03 11:37 PM
Oys,
All I can say is that THANK GOD that my dad didn't meet your dad.......couldn't imagine what would have happened........heheheh
But throughlly enjoyed reading ur entry:)
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| Poonte |
Posted
on 08-Jan-03 10:10 AM
I dont think OYS' dad would have taught the trick to Liya's dad had he ever met him. Samdhi-samdhi ko saino gasne bela ma ke ko tyo ganit ko kura garai bho ra? Yesso baru arko mangsir ko saait herne kura po hunthyo ki? eheheh
Kyaaaaaa....katti yei kura ma jiski ra hola yo dai ni bhanthani ra holi Liya baini...It was sooooo tempting this time ke! Right time, right thread bhayechha...kasari nalekhu?
In peace, and in thatta....
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| ebony_firefly |
Posted
on 08-Jan-03 10:24 AM
winters ,winters...phooooo!
winter in ktm is so killing this season..
its getting worse day by day man...but it feels great to be close to firesides..
there was some snowfall around daman and phulchoki...cause it rained on the new year's day
dont you miss ktm? .............khuching;):D
lols;)
anyways oys! and frens ,wishing a very beaming 357 days ahead!
blac_
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| oys_chill |
Posted
on 08-Jan-03 02:04 PM
Firefly bro,
I know bela bela ma u come here to LOBHAO us about ktm :(...tara k garne........bidhi ra badyata ko agaadi kei lagdaina......i too heard its pretty chilly in ktm.....hajur ko ta dherai laamo chutti bhayo.......ghar jamm garera farkine ho? party chai nabirsim hai farke pachi..btw, did u meet any crew of ktmrocks.com? eheheh
oys
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