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| SITARA |
Posted
on 06-Mar-03 10:19 PM
.....She stood in front of her full length mirror and scrutinized her face. She was poised with a vermillion tika on the tip of her ring finger...she paused and waited for the pain of feelings to rush over her...it usually did at this time for it brought back memories...
....."Himali!!!!! Hiiiiiiiimaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaali, Hiiiiiima......!!! her mother called. " Don't wear the white dress, white kurtha, white...anything!...I can't understand your obsession with white and blue!...we are going to the temple, wear something red!" Then, Himali was 17 yrs old, a rebellious teenager and could not understand why color mattered. "Mamoo, I will wear a white kurtha and a Rato tika with Rato churi...hunna ra?" "Lau ba jey sukai gara timi...bhanya maney po... khali tarka bitarka gareka dimag khaisakyo yesley....and plzz don't bring in your western book-philosophy into our discussions, Himali.... I don't care what they say...just get dressed!" Himali put on her anklets as her finishing touch and traipsed down the stairs.
"Mamoo, you named me Himali... I love the color of the himalayas, the sky and the clouds adrift above the peaks... mamoo, what do you expect? but you are wrong...I also love silver...not gold mind you.... when I get married, I'll get married in white and silver...you know mamoo, those silver banarashi saris with no red and no gold????" Her mom just glared at her and said " bho! bho!....nakara...you are only 17 and talking about marriage!" "Ke ta mamoo, hajur ko saathi haro le kura katlan bhanney daar hajur lai?".
....Five years later, married to the love of her life, she still wore a lot of white. "He" never minded...." It is not the color of a widow...not for me!" But aama ra sasu ko maan rakhna, she wore red glass bangles, a pothe and sindoor ko tika on her forehead. "He" had seen her wearing one of those short white summer dresses when he had fallen in love with her. The dark color of her hair set off the brown of her skin and her stark white dress! "He" had playfully serenaded her with his guitar with Santana's song.... except modifying it with ..."Your eyes are the color of the bagmati....you look my way and the waves wash over me..." she had no choice but to fall in love with him.
"Mamooo mero kapal na katisyos.... mamooo pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeese..... I will wear white.... mamoooooooo leave my sindoor on.....just break my choora..... mamoooooooooo leave me alone.....!!!!!!" Himali's mamoo had no strength to fight her wayward but slowly, wasting daughter....heart broken, bewildered and incoherent with pain, Himali had refused to let anyone near her vermillion sindoor and her hair. "Mamoo, he never minded the way I dressed, when he was alive, why would he mind now that he is dead????????...........He won't care if I don't wash away my sindoor...he won't laugh if I cut my hair!" Her mamoo had told the people at the funeral to let her be. "Chadi dewoo... Himali has been traumatized enough.... allow her, her moment of grief.... It does not matter if the sashtras don't allow it....I, as her mother will!"
And now... 2 years later, poised in front of her mirror, she waited for the waves of emotions to wash over her...engulf her and enundate her with her memories...... They did not come! She waited bracing herself.... then surprised, she opened her kohled eyes and stared at her reflection. The hurt in her eyes were gone.... the wounded look of a startled deer was fading...slowly replaced by something deeper! ....Of having loved with abandon.... of having lived with a passion...of having experienced the depths of pain..... Of the experiences of deep shadows and the play of blinding light!
...but the pain was gone!!!! She looked at the vermillion on her ring finger poised at her forehead.... hesitated and without a second thought wiped it on her hankerchief. Then she took up her black kaajal pencil and placed a black dot where her sindoor used to be.... AND with that knowledge, she stepped out in her blue kurtha.... her hair swinging at her waist, the silver anklets melodious on her light-hearted feet!!!
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| PremPujari |
Posted
on 06-Mar-03 10:36 PM
dayummm, Painful!!!
Is she going to find someone that 'she' loves??? Baaki bhaag coming ho??
Curious!!
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| isolated freak |
Posted
on 06-Mar-03 10:47 PM
hummm...
a good piece. Seems like you've used "vermellion" to symbolize the nepali-bahun-chetri society. vermellion/red is also used to symbolzie coimmunism, and that i found interesting because neithert nepali society nor communism expects one to rebel against the set-norms.
tala tala ko paragraph chai maile tyati bujhina..i mean honesty is the best policy bhancha.. bujhe anusaar maile tyo mathi ko lekhya ho..sorry, if i misread yoiur message.
as alwys, with a brillkiant choice of words, you have painted a vivid picture of our society on the Sajha Brand Canvas..
a freak
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| isolated freak |
Posted
on 06-Mar-03 10:52 PM
yo katha ma euta khatra filim banauna sakincha la.. satte chinese style ko.. full of symbolism..
red=system
girl=people
love=failed policies
mountins=symbolizing the rigidness of the system
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| Lekhak |
Posted
on 06-Mar-03 11:44 PM
A story of a rebellious widow, coming to the understanding of the fate; without a hint of compromisation.
WOW
Colors signify her nature and stages she is going through and thus there couldn't be a better title. Colors also give the depth to the story, yet superficially guiding the flow of the same.
I think we can officially call Sajha, a literacy junction.
I do have a criticism too, but I will keep it to myself unless welcome-d.
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| Prem Charo |
Posted
on 07-Mar-03 01:53 AM
Good job sitara !! Good writing. And this not difficult to understand :)
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 07-Mar-03 06:04 AM
PPji, If ji, Prem Charo ji;
Thank you! Another attempt at metaphoric writing!
Lekhak ji:
Reflective analysis! Your criticisms are most welcome too. :)
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| Dr. No |
Posted
on 07-Mar-03 08:10 AM
Sitara,
Bravo!
An introspective piece, I presume? Full of symbolism...like IS said could be made into a Chinese-style movie starring our Himali instead of Gong Li.
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| Deep |
Posted
on 07-Mar-03 08:14 AM
Felt I wrote the piece for a second seeing English and Nepali flow interlocked.
Mero "estail " ma re chha lekhai jasto lagya ni...tyasmathi pani Sitara 'hazur' le lekhya...ganne manne sanga mauka milya belama gasinu parchha re kya....tyai bhera mauka ma chauka hanya.... ;)
About the piece...Wonderful...see a lot of personal resemblence, of the writer of course. If not based in true inceident must have been on true feelings. Just my "front stall" thought.
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| DHUMBASSE (DUMBASS) |
Posted
on 07-Mar-03 08:17 AM
Ye hajur!! khatara ko cha ni ta hajur!!..kyaaaaaaaaa..
Lekhna ta janne ho...no wonder i am your devoted fan...
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| najar |
Posted
on 07-Mar-03 08:28 AM
Sitara deary---wow!
Your choice of words and style instil an emotion to the reader, felt like the incident was happening as i was reading! Sprinkling with nepali words, phrases make it even more original! Good job, as always!
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| ruck |
Posted
on 07-Mar-03 09:33 AM
there you go again sitz.. painful but lovely..
keep sharing
:-))
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| PremPujari |
Posted
on 07-Mar-03 09:34 AM
Sitara jyu,
I read it again. The morning is best time to read, sippin' the hot strong coffee.
I don't know how you did it in one page of narration, but I felt like I was swimming on the river. That river started smooth at the beginning, when Himali was young, and suddenly it plunged me into some cold and dark end of the river, and I rose up and I drifted. But I haven't found the shore yet. Should I consider this one as a prequel to your previous thread "Assuming I didn't speak", or the sequel is coming up? Something like "Cinderella met her prince Charming".
And those colors, dayummmm, The first thing that came into my mind after reading it, were colors. It starts with White, changes to Red, and then into blue. And never ever blue looked so beautiful -- Is it Sky blue? And Indeed, it was painful in the middle -- when there is red, there is pain. Those colors still linger somewhere in my head. Hidden spell ho, writing bhitra?? :D
Awesome work ni Sitara jyu, Too many layers in the story for my pea-sized brain to identify. Aru pani jaawosh!!!
PremPujari!!!
(coffee laagya jasto cha)
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| vivid |
Posted
on 07-Mar-03 09:40 AM
Speechless, I remain thee Sitara ji.........
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| Arnico |
Posted
on 07-Mar-03 09:51 AM
beautifully written!
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| czar |
Posted
on 07-Mar-03 10:04 AM
Courage is a theme often present in your writing. It took lots of it not just to live your life but also to share it with us in your uniquely emotive style. For many, it is easier to cling to pain that let go. Yet you show that it can be done and that its worth taking the chance. What joyful vistas you paint, of freedom and hope.
Yours is a unique voice and vision. Truly celestial.
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| Paschim |
Posted
on 07-Mar-03 10:36 AM
Hmmm...hmmm...hmmm.
Himali Thapa, was it?
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| Rusty |
Posted
on 07-Mar-03 11:05 AM
Wow, beginning with the assortment of color obsession and coerced [but joyful] life, the story took the most grievous route to her blithe destination. I felt poignant when Himali said, “Mamooo mero kapal na katisyos.... mamooo pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeese.....” I was witnessing the most heartbreaking picture of my life. This portrayal is so authentic although Himali seemed very strong in dealing with social norms.
Ani, at the end, her pain was gone!!!! Was it for real? Is she really happy now? Just wondering if next episode is coming afterward.
Just wondering how many bewildered and heart broken Himalis in our society can refuse to wash away their sindoor, break their choora………?
Again, beautifully written story as always.
Live free or die:)
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| Poonte |
Posted
on 07-Mar-03 11:10 AM
Wow! Amazing to see this short piece entail such a wide range of emotions and meanings, and cover a long span of time--it was only 7 paragraphs, but I felt like I had just finished reading a novel! Ke bhanum? Sitara jyu ko "khublity" atulya chha! Needless to say, the story is very pertinent to our times too--chhori/buhari haru ko sangharsha against the traditions in modern times!
When Himali finally decided to wipe off the sindoor on her finger, was she giving up the fight? Just wondering.
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| TRIKAL |
Posted
on 07-Mar-03 11:54 AM
Sitaraji,
Dheri ramro. Wonderful writing.
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| jira |
Posted
on 07-Mar-03 01:12 PM
aba tarif mathi tarif katti garnu...janney bujhney manchey haru lay ramro bhani sakey..ramrai hunuparcha..assadhey ramro hola...haina haina ...mailey ni dhanteko po ta..padhey ni ..ramro recha.. feeling how how bho...
sukrabaar bhera mattai natra ta gwan gwan garera runthey hola ma ta....yo pani dhanteko rey kya....
sancchi ramro cha la..aru lay keep it up bhani halya chan kyarey. lekham na lekham.
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| aloo |
Posted
on 07-Mar-03 05:31 PM
Loved it sitaraji. Well written.
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 07-Mar-03 05:39 PM
wow! :) Friends, SABAI jana: Thank you for spending some time reading this piece:
Actually, it is an exploration of the psyche of pain....the desire to re-surface and breathe without asphyxiating on the past. Also, the thought that "Grief" and "Grieving period" cannot be imposed by anything, anyone or any societal norms. It (grief) is very personal.
Deep ji: You flatter me by comparing my writing style to yours!.... Ma ta novice at writing. Your style is unique....can't be copied! :)
PP ji:
Ma ke bhanoo? :) You are one of the most observant people I have had the pleasure of "meeting"....incredible! You never cease to amaze me! As for the spell, did I cast one??????? hehe!
CZAR ji: You always manage to give my writings a nobleness... they are usually just highly emotive, written on the spur of the moment...without a second glance at editing or re-arranging. I write for myself as well as for those who cannot acknowledge or express innermost feelings, turmoils and human afflictions!
Poonte ji: Wiping her sindoor was not "giving up", definitely not!.... Perhaps, her grieving period was over...or she decided to make peace with her past and move on.
Rusty ji: Having a sad incident in the past does not mean Himali is going to be tragic for the rest of her life. She has the choice to make it so or give it all up....hoina ta?
Paschim Ji: Hehe! Himali NEPAL! :) I love that name....depicts what Nepal means to me....calm, serene and yet tumultous when moved by the whims of nature! Nice try though! :)
"hmmmm hmmm".... is that all you have to say, sire ? :)
Jira...the story is not sad...it is a promise of "the end of hibernation"...hoina ra? ;)
Najar, Prem charo, Dr. No., Vivid, Trikal ji, Arnico, Dhumbasse ji, aloo ji and Ruck... thank you for your comments!
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| uh_oh |
Posted
on 07-Mar-03 05:47 PM
Wow, it's really touchy......almost cried re ke.......reminds me of my old days when i used to anger my mom doing things that she didn't want me to do especially these kinda "cultural" things. hehe anyway.......enjoyed reading it. Great work!!!!
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| noname |
Posted
on 07-Mar-03 08:01 PM
This is why I read poems. Had i not read NK's Poem KEHI SAMJHANA in other thread, how would have I known that SITARA is singing a beutiful song here.
SITARA, let these songs flow!
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| DWI |
Posted
on 07-Mar-03 08:47 PM
U had it going on the poems Sitara.
U are equally good in Stories too. Lets just say Lekhak said what I had to say.
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 08-Mar-03 11:10 AM
More comments!...nice a way to start my day...
Thank you uh-oh ji, Dwi ji and noname ji... your critique is also very welcome! :)
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| NK |
Posted
on 08-Mar-03 09:06 PM
I am glad noname stopped by here. So am I.
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| Biratnagare |
Posted
on 09-Mar-03 03:06 AM
U seem to have some quite powerful style of writing miss( hopefully) Sitara. I would love to know u in Person, u know what I mean? Is is possible? I am truly a great fan of urs...
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| DHUMBASSE (DUMBASS) |
Posted
on 10-Mar-03 09:48 AM
hehehe ...what the hell happened here...everything upside down..hehe I like it..
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 10-Mar-03 04:06 PM
NK:
You stopped by on a snowy evening! Thanks! :)
Biratnagare ji:
You would like to meet me in person, you said?...Do I know what you mean?....I don't think I do.
But thank you for your compliments. :)
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| ashu |
Posted
on 10-Mar-03 04:13 PM
Sitara,
Enjoyed reading this.
Am wondering: If you were to reformat the it as a "giti katha" on the radio, what Nepali songs would you play?
oohi
ashu
ktm,nepal
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| Rusty |
Posted
on 10-Mar-03 06:54 PM
ANi ani...Looks like Himali Thapa's doing pretty good now coz second episode is never released...OOh yeah...I just found out that I was right next to Admas Morgan:)
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 10-Mar-03 09:37 PM
Ashu ji:
It is a pleasure to know you enjoyed this piece. Hajur lai prashna sodhna pani kaati aooney... I am at a loss for words about the "giti katha". But come to think of of it...I would definitley go for Muna Madan's "Pardha le dhakyo pardhakle chekyo...hey didi malai..." and maybe a few of Narayan Gopal's songs!
You have any inputs? :)
Rusty ji:
You must have been around....the weather was beautiful over the weekend! :)
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 13-Mar-03 11:49 AM
A Personal Note:
Many of my welwishers have been asking me if this is my personal life story... it is not. I think most of us have stories running parallel to the one in "Vermillion" ... Any tragedy is a loss.....a breakup, a divorce, a rejection and death. The emotional content is the same...only the hurt translates into whatever we choose to make of it.
The healing period goes through a natural progression of: Hurt-anger-bitterness-forgiveness-peace- (finally) healing. Any obstruction or denial of the natural sequence leads to cynicism and fear of life. There is no way around "pain" except through it!
But yes, Himali is a part of me as a thinking, feeling, healing, living human being....I do identify with her passion for living life without regrets!
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| Robert Frost |
Posted
on 13-Mar-03 12:10 PM
Sitara,
What delightful writing!! very pragmatic !
I apologize for having read it late..!!
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| Gurl_Interrupted |
Posted
on 13-Mar-03 05:22 PM
Aww sis,
That was cute!
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 13-Mar-03 06:11 PM
Frost ji and Gurl:
Thanks for stopping by...
Gurl, You found "Vermillion" "cute" ????? hmmmmmmmmmm interesting perception there!
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| ashu |
Posted
on 13-Mar-03 07:52 PM
Sitara,
Yes, that Narayan Gopal/Muna Madan song "parda lay dhakyo; parda lay checkyo" is approprate.
As a music lover, I did some serious thinking, here are some more songs I would
add.
After second paragraph: (to signify childlike, virginal, if slightly rebellious innocence)
Mira Rana's "Makhmali cholo chaindaina; reshami sari chaindana . . ."
After fourth paragraph: (the wooing song)
Dipak Kharel's "Tyo aaankha haru vitra ko ujyalo man parcha . . ."
After sixth paragraph: (the time of grief)
Deep Shrestha's " Bidha.wa lay sindoor ko rahar garay jhai . ..|
After seventh paragraph: (the memories that hurt)
Aruna Lama's "Pohor saal khusi fatyo; jatan gari man lay talay; tehi saal maya fatyo . . .
After last paragraph: (putting the past behind ans surging ahead)
Prakash Shrestha's "Bhool ho tero bhagi hid.noo; jiban dekhi da.ra.yay.ra . . . ."
And then break for commercials. :-)
oohi
ashu
ktm,nepal
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| isolated freak |
Posted
on 13-Mar-03 10:20 PM
hahahhahahahha
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 13-Mar-03 10:54 PM
Ashu ji...very creative ni! :)
If ji.... kyaaaa haansibakseko hajur? Ashuji's plan sounds better than a chinese phillum ni!
hehe!
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| isolated freak |
Posted
on 13-Mar-03 10:58 PM
hahahahhahahahhahahhahahhaha sitaraa..
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| SimpleGal |
Posted
on 08-Jul-03 01:51 AM
Sitara dijju,
I arrived late at this thread.....wonderful piece. I was greatly moved. Your use of color as the metaphor for many things in life, as the gifts in nature, and the vicissitudes of human emotions is praiseworthy. Thoroughly enjoyed reading this. Thanks!
In peace.
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 08-Jul-03 03:32 AM
SGal:
Better late than never re hoina? :) Gracious, you did dig this thread up! Yes, I find colors to be symbolic both in reality as well as in art (Fine) and Literature. Personally, I am very visual in my learning style and therefore find that colors, shades and shapes give the anchor necessary for visual expression.
Thank you again SGal, and good to see you back in Sajha as I did miss your excellent writing/s.
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| bhunte |
Posted
on 15-Jul-03 02:50 AM
Few weeks ago, I was disparately looking for SINDOOR movie songs in the internet, but i landed up with a story about Virmillion coincidently. Oh! the story was borne a little earlier than me in Sajha's Prasuti Griha. It has been ages not reading stories, and the type of stories i used to read were like Akabar-Birbal's story, "Swosthani ko katha" or the story that starts with "Once upon a time ......" and finally story teller used to rest it saying "bhanne lai ful ko mala, sunne lai sun ko mala, yo kata baikuntha gai jala". I used to sleep after those delightful stories, dream princess if characterized there, and wake up if i can find her beside me, .....you know i used to be so much engrossed that i read stories if they are newer one rather preparing for final exams. Since then there has been so much change in the style and content of a story giving the flavor and color of eras that i came to realize now. Having said all these let me share how I feel the story about Vermillion by Sitara......
P.T.O.
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| bhunte |
Posted
on 16-Jul-03 03:16 AM
I would like to congratulate the author for mirroring the social dynamics of a contemporary society rooted with orthodoxy beliefs. The story can be prismed from differnent angles, and may have different flavors for different personalities and quarters of life. It is professionally composed and articulative in content and meaning. It is also an alloy of "dwandatmak bhautikbad ra adhyatmabad".
P.T.O.
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| vivid |
Posted
on 16-Jul-03 04:21 AM
Bhunte ji,
"dwandatmak bhautikbad ra adhyatmabad"??
Ke ho pakka neta ji le jastai po dinu bhota!
Hajur ko P.T.O. pani kahile tungo lagne ho kunni?
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| Bhunte |
Posted
on 18-Jul-03 10:29 PM
contd....
At the very outset the meaning of story is to everybodys guess-- a typical depressing story of a widow in Hindu culture where she is handcuffed in color (as societal norms favor males and colors are defined to suite their wishes). But, depth of story may be sensed beyond that and the story voices for womens place for justice and dignity in a contemporary society implying for a social change. The story also reflects mothers love to a daughter where she is trying to protect from any possible omen, and standing by her when in need. The writer depicts the young womans innocence, love, affection, dedication, patience while suffering through immense pain, and finally her determination and self-confidence to stand before any societal injustices. The story shows womans woe in our society is as comparable as the death of beloved onebe it natural death or unnatural separation, as any imbalance in her life is like a life and death situation typically in our society.
P.T.O.
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| Bhunte |
Posted
on 18-Jul-03 10:55 PM
Contd....
I liked the way how the story is started in the 1st paragraph. It is highly abstract, and readers need to read whole story what the passage really means.
In the 2nd and 3rd paragraphs, the writer very skillfully presents societal dilemma about the cultural perception of color (women's loci in society) as more like "Ama-Chhori ko Ganthan or Kach-Kach" and presents daughter more like "Ama bhanda chhori bathi". Thats what exactly indicates how far behind our traditions and beliefs compared to modern society terms of education, technology, equality, wealth, justice, etc. The daughter is trying to move with the pace of time, and the mother is somewhat lagging behind in those terms and serving more as preserving values, beliefs, etc, yet the mother is giving love, protection, and blessing to her daughter by all means.
P.T.O.
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| Bhunte |
Posted
on 18-Jul-03 11:52 PM
Contd....
The 4th paragraph entails the happiest moments in her lifeshe had what she wanted (freedom with beloved one), yet keeping up the societal values and beliefs. However, the traumatic part lies in the 5th paragraph. Too painful, and my heart cries there&.The writer presents how much the young woman hatred the death of beloved one. And, the mom always stands by her daughter regardless what society says. The death of the beloved one appears to be atypical. She doesnt believe that her husband has been snatched away by Yemaraj, and she remained patient (sahansil) and hoped that Yemraj would bring him back to her one day, as Yemraj was still unable to take away her real love to him. She did everything at her disposal her love for him to be immortal. But his heart was stolen away by death. Obviously there are frustrations and anger to the death of beloved one (in the last two paragraphs). There was no choice for the young woman but to abandon the stolen heart with courage, dignity, determination and self-confidence to move on with the God gifted precious life.
P.T.O.
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| Bhunte |
Posted
on 19-Jul-03 12:32 AM
The length of story, wordings, and chronology of events are extremely good. I suggest the author to identify the audience (English speaking Nepali readers as they mostly understand the culture behind the story) and to publish in the literary column of leading English magazine in Nepal like Nepali Times or Suskera. It could come in other fictional writing journals abroad. You may want to spice up little bit so that events are memorable to readers, but that may make the story little bit longer. However, it inself is short and sweet reflecting the main idea and true representation of contemporary society. The language may require some smoothing for uniformity. And, finally you may want to give some catchy title to the story. For example, the titles may be like Handcuffed in Color, Bonded in Color, Breaking the Silense of Color, etc. Even in America Color is understood for justice. Other readers may also suggest some other titles.
Sitara ji, you are really an excellent writer. You need to bring up those lukeka prativa haru . Hope I didnt distort the true meaning of the story, but I have already admitted earlier that the story may be prismed from different angles. Other readers may have other opinions. On the way I understood the story--Bhul Chuk Lena Dena hai!
Tarai Tara!
The END
Vivid ji: no more P.T.O. ...eheheheh
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| Bhunte |
Posted
on 19-Jul-03 12:33 AM
The story is very heart breaking to many, but also very inspiring for a societal change. This is my perspective about the story as a reader. I suggest the author to publish the story with few suggestions and house works.
he length of story, wordings, and chronology of events are extremely good. I suggest the author to identify the audience (English speaking Nepali readers as they mostly understand the culture behind the story) and to publish in the literary column of leading English magazine in Nepal like Nepali Times or Suskera. It could come in other fictional writing journals abroad. You may want to spice up little bit so that events are memorable to readers, but that may make the story little bit longer. However, it inself is short and sweet reflecting the main idea and true representation of contemporary society. The language may require some smoothing for uniformity. And, finally you may want to give some catchy title to the story. For example, the titles may be like Handcuffed in Color, Bonded in Color, Breaking the Silense of Color, etc. Even in America Color is understood for justice. Other readers may also suggest some other titles.
Sitara ji, you are really an excellent writer. You need to bring up those lukeka prativa haru . Hope I didnt distort the true meaning of the story, but I have already admitted earlier that the story may be prismed from different angles. Other readers may have other opinions. On the way I understood the story--Bhul Chuk Lena Dena hai!
Tarai Tara!
The END
Vivid ji: no more P.T.O. ...eheheheh
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 29-Jul-03 06:11 PM
Bhunte ji:
Sorry, it took so long for me to reply to your comments.
Thank you for your praise, suggestions and advice. I am truly touched that you feel "Vermillion" is worthy of being published. Perhaps, someday.... :). Appreciate your taking the time to read and comment on it.
In the mean time, Deep ji's story touched me and jogged my memory of Himali. Again, life happens to everyone; but how do we get out of it and what do we lose in the process?
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| phateko_kattu |
Posted
on 29-Jul-03 07:09 PM
sitara ji
Vermillion padhna chahata hoon . Lekin maalum nahin kahan pe hain .vermilion tak ka raasta bata sakte hain aap ?
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| sparsha |
Posted
on 29-Jul-03 07:21 PM
Ask them Rastafariya. He knows them rasta to vermillion.
:)
Sitara,
Vermillion, a good one. Really. I am an impressed fan of yours. I like the way you express things. Should I also write few wild ghazals on you? No--- I don't feel like stressing out our dear Nepe ji. Kidding.
I also read that "what did I lose?" by Deep . Three times. I feel like I know what did he lose but all the words in the world seem inadequate.
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| lonely |
Posted
on 29-Jul-03 07:24 PM
Sitara jiu,
where can I find it to read it???
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 29-Jul-03 07:27 PM
Yikes...!!! It is lost??? let me post it again hai??? Thanks! :)
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