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| shirish |
Posted
on 03-Mar-03 09:04 PM
If Sajha folks (Sajhites) are to be matched/paired up by the choices of Sajhaites similar to that of Fox's Married by America, who are your best matches?
Trikal: any predictions who among the Sajhaites whould make the best husband and wife???
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| Dr. No |
Posted
on 04-Mar-03 12:12 AM
I don't know about the rest but we definitely got to find Ashu his soulmate possibly someone from Radcliffe College and have a Sajha "Love Story". What say you? Any Ali McGraw to Ashu's Ryan O' Neill?
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| ashu |
Posted
on 04-Mar-03 02:45 AM
Hey Dr. No,
Now that you bring this up, enjoy this great poem by Wislawa Szymborska, the winner of the Nobel Prize (literature) in 1996.
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TRUE LOVE
True love. Is it normal
is it serious, is it practical?
What does the world get from two people
who exist in a world of their own?
Placed on the same pedestal for no good reason,
drawn randomly from millions but convinced
it had to happen this way - in reward for what?
For nothing.
The light descends from nowhere.
Why on these two and not on others?
Doesn't this outrage justice? Yes it does.
Doesn't it disrupt our painstakingly erected principles,
and cast the moral from the peak? Yes on both accounts.
Look at the happy couple.
Couldn't they at least try to hide it,
fake a little depression for their friends' sake?
Listen to them laughing - its an insult.
The language they use - deceptively clear.
And their little celebrations, rituals,
the elaborate mutual routines -
it's obviously a plot behind the human race's back!
It's hard even to guess how far things might go
if people start to follow their example.
What could religion and poetry count on?
What would be remembered? What renounced?
Who'd want to stay within bounds?
True love. Is it really necessary?
Tact and common sense tell us to pass over it in silence,
like a scandal in Life's highest circles.
Perfectly good children are born without its help.
It couldn't populate the planet in a million years,
it comes along so rarely.
Let the people who never find true love
keep saying that there's no such thing.
Their faith will make it easier for them to live and die.
-- Wislawa Szymborska
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| ashu |
Posted
on 04-Mar-03 02:54 AM
Hi all,
While rummaging through my computer files, I found one
of these old fictional articles that was first
published in The Kathmandu Post. [On and off, I
have been publishing short pieces in the Post under
the name of Bhupendra Rawat.]
Thought this piece might amuse/entertain you, as much
as it has amused/entertained me now -- reading this
piece of fiction, as I have, after so many years.
oohi
ashu
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The Girl from the Past
By Bhupendra Rawat
I clearly remember her calling me that night many
years ago to say how much she really loved me. She
told me that she respected me very much, and that I
was a witty, smart man who made her laugh easily. She
also assured me that I had a great future ahead of me.
And finally, she said, even though she really liked my
parents, siblings and a whole lot more, and that even
though her parents and brothers in Nepal really liked
me too, the truth was: after enduring a long-distance
relationship that went on for five years in two
countries through several back and forth visits, huge
phone bills, countless letters, cards and e-mails, she
said that she had fallen in love with another man who
worked right at her office in the big city.
The man at the office, she said, took her out for
lunch, took care of small things, made her feel
special, and that she was only following her heart in
falling in love with him. She said that her decision
would be devastating for both of us, but that both of
us needed to cope with it, and get on with our lives.
By the time she asked, "Couldn’t we be just friends,
really good friends, forever?" I could feel a lump
choking her up on the other end. I, on the other hand,
felt as if a pile of bricks had landed on my head.
I remember spending that night and many, many nights
after that alone - dazed and spaced out, staring at
the ceiling, not knowing what to do, strength draining
out of my body, and stuck some place cold that was
miles away from where she was.
Looking back now, I see that nothing in my life had
ever prepared me to cope with the loss of what I
honestly thought was my true love. Nor was I mature
enough to know how to handle the rainbow of limbic
emotions -- from sheer puzzlement to jealousy to fury
to self-pity to hatred to revenge to disgust to
finally hurtful acceptance -- that would involuntarily
snake up and down inside me, giving me the chills,
unsettling me, rocking me and ultimately driving me to
exhaustion.
Some friends understood what I was going through, and
became my sturdy anchors. Others, obsessed about
marrying only Nepali girls who were computer-trained
so that they could take them to the US for hi-tech
jobs, soon began to irritate me.
Meantime, I stopped listening to Narayan Gopal, Deep
Shrestha and Bhakta Raj altogether. Their plangent
music only served to remind me of all the reasons I
loved her -- reasons that no longer carried
significance in her life . . . I know that I am writing this Post
Platform story somewhat self-consciously and in an
obviously sappy way because after some years, I ran
into her at an airport lounge in Los Angeles the other
day. She recognized me immediately, and came over to
me -- her high-voltage smile lighting up her face.
Giving me a hug, she asked how I was.
Over coffee at the airport Starbucks, she was her
usual bubbly self, asking questions about my parents,
my job, my siblings, and much, much more.
In response, all I could do was merely smile and nod
and just be myself -- calmly studying her,
soaking in her image before realizing in the depth of
my bones that I love my wife at home much more deeply
than I ever loved this woman in front of me.
THE END of this fictional narrative.
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| MunnaMobile |
Posted
on 04-Mar-03 03:18 AM
Very well written Ashu..It was so fictionally fact kinda story. Hope you can dig further thru you files and post some more articles.
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| PremPujari |
Posted
on 04-Mar-03 04:07 AM
Hey Ashu,
Thanks for the Poem and narrative.
What a way to start my Tuesday!!
Thanks.
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| freak of nature |
Posted
on 04-Mar-03 04:09 AM
Was a good one
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 04-Mar-03 06:07 AM
Ashu ji:
Nice, nice , nice!!! :)
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| sajan |
Posted
on 04-Mar-03 09:29 AM
Trikal ji where are you shiris ji has been seeking for your assistance. I hope you will be back with your bona fide prediction.
Thanks !
Sajan
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| DifferentlySane |
Posted
on 04-Mar-03 11:38 AM
boy ...can he write well! another good one ashu :)
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| DifferentlySane |
Posted
on 04-Mar-03 01:11 PM
a quick question.....can two ppl grow outta love....??if they can ...as in the story....why is it called 'love' in the first place.....isn it juss plain infatuation?? the way i see it love goes on....there is no growing in n out of it....yer stuck for life....or if u believe in reincarnation stuck for lives.....well just curious bout 'love'....
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| OneGirl_123 |
Posted
on 05-Mar-03 03:59 PM
LOL...THIS IS A GOOD TOPIC! LETS SEE WHO COMES UP WITH WAT! :)
:)
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| paramendra |
Posted
on 05-Mar-03 05:29 PM
The theme keeps changing on the most popular Sajha threads .... What was the original question again? :-)
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| MunnaMobile |
Posted
on 05-Mar-03 09:21 PM
Good one Paramendra...I agree on this. This constant detour from the main theme has become common these dayz. Is it called diverse thinking?
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| Gurl_Interrupted |
Posted
on 05-Mar-03 09:45 PM
Hi Ashu,
That was a good one!
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 05-Mar-03 10:42 PM
Multitasking with one thread!
To Kill Two+++++ birds with one thread!
Diversified topics!
Society and its dis-connects!!! :P
Fragmented thoughts!
Contextual diversions!
De-contexualized versions!
Shreded thread!
Frayed ends!
:D
Good thread-topic! And nice boost from Ashu ji!
Trikaal Trikaal where art thou? Paramendra ji is awaiting his bride to be! :P
In jest and peace! :)
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| rajunpl |
Posted
on 06-Mar-03 04:18 AM
good luck paramendra :)
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| sajan |
Posted
on 06-Mar-03 04:18 AM
Trikal jee seems to be busy in predicting Sajhawasi Kuldali doesn't he ?
Sajan
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| freak of nature |
Posted
on 06-Mar-03 09:02 AM
kasle kaslai ?
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| dangggg |
Posted
on 17-Mar-03 03:07 AM
so, who's being married by sajha??
ani bahun baje chahi ko ni?
mo pani janti janchu hai
dula le dulo paucha,
duli le dula paucha,
janti haru ramitaherchan!
bhantiye.
ma pani ramita herna aauchu.
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| PremPujari |
Posted
on 17-Mar-03 04:47 AM
Bihe ko kura sunera malai pani line ma basna mann lagyo!!
Any suitable bride for this jhyapulle??
Sararara list herda ta sappai over-qualified, natra under-qualified(aged) chann!!!
Trikal jyu lai ke sodhai bho, I heard that Trikal jyu is still (handsome) single re and looking re.
Trikal jyu ko list ma euta naam cha
Taruni sita wahan ko euta kaam cha
butt, Trikal jyu le galama ekchoti chaam cha
Galama #10 chappal ko euta daam cha!!!
hehe (JPT hai feri, Dil pe matt le yaar!!!)
Line ma sabai bhanda aghadi ta SAN uviyeko dekhchu. San ko tyaam naaai aafno aaula jasto laagena. Let's find a suitable bride for San, a suitable candidate, shall we??
(San harsha le gadd gadd bha herna -- Palungo ko saag fasta jasto, fastaayo!!!)
(Just kiddin' hai San, feri mero Patta-Cut gardela, sajha bata)
Hehe!!!
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| dangggg |
Posted
on 17-Mar-03 10:41 AM
hummm.. a bride for SAN, aye?
la la TRIKAL ji, hanro SAN bro ko lagi euta gunwati, saubhagyabati keti khojidinus ta.
Jhatta garnus bhanya. the line is getting longe.
dangggg
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| PREM CHARO |
Posted
on 17-Mar-03 11:45 AM
Lau na sathi ho !!
Malai pani euta KT chahiyo. Sajha ko nai vaye jhan ramro.
Sajha ma aaune ek dui jana keta keti haru koo vitra vitrai chaliraheko cha vanne sunchu !! Naam pani chaahiyo ki ?
Prempujari, Dangggg, Rajunpl, Sajan,
Khahare khola maa badhi hai aaye
pokhari maa taal parlaa !!
Aru le laauchan maya ra priti
Timi lai gaal parlaa !!
:)
Chari khojne charo = Prem Charo :)
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| isolated freak |
Posted
on 19-Mar-03 11:08 AM
Ashu peng you,
a nice story. a story that must of us can relate to.. i had read it somewhere 2-3 years ago, but then i was not ready to understand the story. Now, that i am 2-3 years older, I have started to understand this story and there's this urge to read this again and again to understand the most complex of all human behaviours, deception.
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