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| oys_chill |
Posted
on 23-Mar-03 02:43 AM
Before I realized, I woke up at around 5 in the morning and like eminem8 said, yes VERY MUCH SHIVERING IN MY BED...........haha except for the fact that the window was open............it was a very good feeling for I had never been so wasted in ages.yes the weak cells, sad cells, and the raging cells had perhaps died out, but the memory cells were still in dilemma
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Finally the chord sounded right. Abhas was clapping......"there you go bro, u got it" he yelled enthusiastically. I didn't wanna hear him. I continued playing "......how I wish, how I wish you were here....we're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl.....year after year......." IT was funny, for if I were sober, I would have never got the chords right, NEVER! I had no idea whatsover about the time, nor the day, nor the occasion. I had no idea why I was playing, where I was playing, and to whom I was playing. I strummed on and on, thinking it sounded great.
"Bro Bro" Abhas shook me up. I opened my eyes. The room was still spinning. I could see that everyone had left. when? I had no idea. Bibek was busy watching television. Abhas continued "les go home....." Its ten thirty. WHAAAAAAT? i excllaimed. "TEN THIRTY" suddenly, the thought of my parents waiting anxiously made me much sober than I wanted to be. We bid goodbye to Bibek, and strolled down the road that we had made amends with travelling every other day. Suddenly, emotions seized me again like it did on every occasion
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Little did I realize that Bibek's leaving soon would have such an emotional impact upon me. He had always insisted that he'd never go to US and continue his studies in Nepal(with me). Suman had left in similar vein. He would lecture us now and then, why it was so pointless to go abroad investing so much money and hardship. Of course he had a point, for he was having a swell time after high school working in infocom, and not knowing with what to do with the money he earned while I was a daily pick for my parents with their wrath of me turning into a nothing more than a couch potato. I was shocked, when Suman called me early in the cold February morning and told me that he was leaving the very next day for Australia. Though I never brought the topic of his lecture again when I met him that night, I was enraged as subtly as possible.
I saw Abhas wandering down the road besides me to gairidhara. I knew for a fact that he would be leaving soon. I began to get scared. It seemed like I would be the only one left in the shithole. IT was a shit hole for me, for I had no way out. I couldn't take the constant bugging of my parents asking me to apply to med. school time and again. I hadn't joined any institution in more than 8 months since i graduated. Frustration has its limit, and i was beginning to cross the threshold
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"Oys, what do u think of campion" he pointed to the building beyond the gahana pokhari "they are starting a BCA degree, this fall" . I nodded my head in acknowledgement before Abhas bid goodbye to me as he made his way towards his home. I stood there for a while looking at a possible future. It kind of clicked. I could really start my career here with a BCA degree. It was like studying in my backyard. I could go to class for the morning sessions and work THERE possibly during the day. The thrill of having my OWN WAY in life carried me away, little did I know freedom in life is bound in chains.
I tried to act as sober as I could as I rang the bell in my house. My dad came and opened the door, and within seconds he started to look me in dismay. I could hear instantly he went up to Mom and started complaining "huda huda, aaba rakshi khayera aauna thalecha timro chora" I was apalled, but i could not hold up any longer. I walked up straight into the room and looked straight into my parents eyes "ma gahana pokhari ko BCA join garchu" I meant it. My parents continued to look at me with "Shock and awe." "Entrance ma pass hunchas ta" my dad retorted back sarcastically. He was still enraged with me for a fact that I couldn't even pass a entrance exam for a government college. I wanted to talk more but I resigned to my room slamming my door shut.
I could still hear my parents discussing the future for me, but I didn't care anymore. I wanted to have my own way of life, and I would have it at any cost. My lips stretched wide, for noone in my house knew that I was actually working in infocom for more than twenty days now. I don't know why studying abroad appealed to me so much when actually i was already starting my career in kathmandu. I went to sleep unlike other nights drained in my thoughts.
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Next morning, I got a call from prajol dai. "Oys bhai" there was a resignation in his voice "hera na! sorry to tell you, tara tyo consultant aba infocom kai building ma kaam garna laako cha, tyasaile timi aaba tyaha jana pardaina" I stood with the phone speechless while my dad on the bed gave me a cold stare. "boru, timle kaam gareko hisab kitab garna chai jaile aaye pani huncha, hai ta?"
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| vibrant_soul |
Posted
on 23-Mar-03 03:18 AM
nice one,man!!
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 23-Mar-03 06:55 AM
Oys ji
Beautifully written! :)
I see that you went to bed LATE!
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| najar |
Posted
on 23-Mar-03 09:32 AM
Always a pleasure to see my pbpb in action--beautifully written, as always!
Btw, hijo ko event kasto bhayo ta? ;)
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| isolated freak |
Posted
on 23-Mar-03 10:13 AM
hhah a typical 17-18 yaer old boy's story. yah, i herad my parents talking about my future and i too came home drunk...
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| Eminem8 |
Posted
on 23-Mar-03 10:29 AM
Man, you guys write too much..............
I tried.................... i failed
Cant keep up with all this, too much reading and writing.
See ya all in the funny papers!!!!!!!
SHADY
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| PREMPUJARI |
Posted
on 23-Mar-03 11:01 AM
Oys le lekheko padhnai darr laagcha, Mero story lekhya jasto laagcha, every time!!!
But, It's always great to read your writings ni. Aru pani jaawosh, Tarshi tarshi bhayepani padhchu!!! (Spring break khallas hunu bhanda agadi ta 10 wota jati ta jaancha hola ni)
hehe!!
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| NK |
Posted
on 23-Mar-03 04:06 PM
Oys, your memory lane does tell the story of your (even mine, I guess) generation. It is timeless. My mom says Baneshwor is 'chakamanna.' There are hardly any young men left. Sabai 'Muglan' bhasserey!
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| PREMPUJARI |
Posted
on 23-Mar-03 04:56 PM
LOL NK!!
haaso roknai sakinaa!!! hahaha!! Poor Baneshwor.
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| isolated freak |
Posted
on 23-Mar-03 07:14 PM
baneswor (naya tatha purano), anam nagar, putali sadak, kalika than, maitidevi, ghattekulo, dillibazar, kamal pokhari, naxal, lazimpat, baluwatar ssssaaaaaaaab khali bho!
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| oys_chill |
Posted
on 23-Mar-03 07:23 PM
Yah ni.....handigaon matrai banki cha re :P ......taruni haroo lai pyak pyak parya cha re.........IF jyu, side hanna jane hoina? eheh esp campion ma ;)
Thank you all :) SINCHH! how are things rollin with you? najar dizzu, your comments are always delightful to say the least :)
Sitz jyu, whatever I was rambling yesterday nite, I ENJOYED EVERY MOMENT OF IT :) and ALMOST MEANT IT!
Braced, its not only you. I wonder a lot as I write these days, thinking if the issues are more pertinent to Braced than Oys....sixth sense bhanda darlagdo cha! eheh.
NK JYU! sastanga dandwat :) . I get an email once in a while from a very *chwank* high school friend. She insists on one thing time and again, that the boys in her neighborhood don't tease her like they used to for there aren't any boys left. Instead, shopkeepers, policemen and cab drivers have taken their place :P..i am sure people miss things that they are so used to seeing, even if it is for the wrong reasons :P
g'nite all!
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| isolated freak |
Posted
on 23-Mar-03 07:31 PM
campion ko taruni hehehe.. tini haroo pani almost all gone..
aaba ta k cha ra.. khali neta neta ra ajhai dherai neta.. sabai nepali sano-tino neta..
gahana khojne pokhari ko park ta harif cha ni bro ahile.. saanjh pakha thita-thiti mukh jodne place.. openly-secretly.. bhannale sabai le tyaha gayera taruniko gaala tokne.. tara tokya chahi dekhna napyeene.. so, an open secret.. hehe.. hijo java euta kya chwaaaaaaaaaaaaaak keti dekhya yaar.. tara keti le mero naam matra sodhi.. address contact no. keghi sodhena.. kya jhyau.. sheer bad luck..
la bro, yeso yesto padhna sajilo.. buje pachi ramailo hune lekh lekhau hagi..
anyway,
got the article.. explains a few things, but not all. please convey my sincere tahnks to your Prof, and also let him know that i will be sending him more questions.. (and that he was wrong when he said, "mind" un-changed..I will write more on this on email. But that was one hell of an un-scary "shiaaaaaat".
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 23-Mar-03 07:56 PM
Oys ji
He he!!! You are welcome! ;) Next time I will let you RAMBLE Coherently! :P
Nice to see you back.... your old (?) self again! As always... I'm there your mentor! :)
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| Rusty |
Posted
on 23-Mar-03 08:28 PM
Oys,
Damn! I almost missed this memory lane, as I was driving on fast lane of life. As always, you rock on man.... WOw...Very good. Sorry to be late to comment:)
A message to Poonte: if you are you there? I am very very sorry for NOT calling you that day. Please don't be pissed off hai!!
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