| jira |
Posted
on 16-Mar-03 09:00 PM
"Chaar ko chaar, paanch ko paanch… rugha lageko, chhati dukheko, bihana beluki dum badhni, ringata lagney, tawuko dukhney sabka sab khatam, 3 puriya ko matra 2 rupinya...tapaiko chiya/churote ko daam, khaini ko daam, awunoos/linus, bottle
udawunos", I was almost used to hearing that dialogue from my school bus whenever it made a short stop in Ratnapark. It had been almost a month that I kept seeing the same scene from the side window. The same mob but different people and he was there in the center with awusadhi ko puriya in his both hands. That bottle udawuney event had been striking my mind for quite a while. Many a times, I tried to get off from the bus just to see that bottle woodeko but going home from Ratnapark was another irksome part since it was good 50 minutes walking so I had to put the plan off. Kailey kai ta ba lay bhotaiti ma ghar banaidya bhey ni hunthyo jasto lagthyo. On the other hand, I was equally terrified for not being able to get home on time. Ke garney! there was a great dilemma…bottle wooda ta hernai parney ho…Suddenly, the evil broke and I quickly got off from the bus soon after it made a short stop in front of the usual spot, the Ratnapark. Since I was little, I did not have to struggle very hard to secure my position in the very first row. In no time, I was there infront of the bottle. I tried to look back...ghaam chhirney pwaal ni thiyena manchey ko bheed lay garda. How do I go back? Aaa...hosh..bottle woodey si ta sabbai gai halchan ni.
The joongey master was continuously uttering the same old dialouge..chaar ko chaar ...and the bottle was there upside down, my sole focus at that time. To me, it looked like it was just waiting an order from his master so that it could fly high in the sky that would eventually fulfill my dream as well. “Wahhhh!..kya sanga woodni hola ta yo”, I was quite excited but was simultaneously hesitant to make an eye contact with that joongey master. “What if he tried to sell me that puriya? I sure did not have enough money to buy and even if I had, what would I do with the puriya? Malai ta banta awudaina, auni tawuko pani dukhya chaina”, a lot of unanswered questions crushed my mind but I tried not to think over those issues furthermore. Instead, I focused more into the bottle. I waited and waited, it was already an hour and bottle woodney part was yet to come. He sold lots of puriya. Bheed pani ali patalo bho. I looked back. Now, I could see gadiharu ko light from the crevice, jhamakaa saanjh pari sakya thiyo. Yatro basi sakiyo, bottle wooda naheri kasari janey? Herda herdai, there were only few people including myself, master and few other bhotahiti kids. He finally approached towards bottle, I was excited like hell. "Kasto woodni hola ta aba yo", I ignited myself. To my dismay, he took that bottle and put it in his red Marshal bag. I was upset and angry at the same time.
"Khai ta dai tyo beer ko bottle woodya?, auggi dekhi ..jhan kurira!", I exploded in no time.
"Bhaag saala timiharu hya bata, kinnu sinnu chaina phuccheyharu! khali bheed matrai badhawuni", arko chatak dekhayo master lay tya.
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