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| oys_chill |
Posted
on 03-Apr-03 07:13 PM
I clumsily tied the threads together and put the knot between my toe and the other finger on my right foot. That year, barha barse mela in godavari had an amazing impact on me, as I started my new hobby. When winter holidays began, I had received more than dozen such friendship bands . I could make the simple straight chain, and now I was working on the colorful V shape, the first one I had put so much effort on, for I wanted to give it to Sheetal.
Thoughts of her made me feeble, as I could not get the knots moving faster. Children in our galli had a routine for winter holidays. Almost everyday at three, wed gather in the bare land at the end of the gully and indulge in all sorts of sports, not caring for gender biases.
Sun had made its way piercing through the clouds. I gazed up in the sky to the sound of the Jet passing by seeing mirage of Sheetal in its blueness. My sister was playing Gatta sitting in the gundri at the other end of the bardali. I continued my work on the friendship band.
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Even in that cold, I perspired as I barely managed to steady the chain. My fingers ached, my toes ached, my back hurt, my neck stiffened, but I relentlessly worked on it.
whoa! My sister exclaimed, taile banako yo?
I managed a smile. sacchi oys, ekdam ramro cha. Kaslai dine? she giggled in a slight tease Sheetal lai?
I blushed wildly, and continued to giggle with her. oyee aaija, gatta khelum, talai jitchu aaja I tried to divert the subject. kaichi khelna sake ta ho taile she laughed. Though I immensely enjoyed this game with her, I struggled at kaichi and that was my Achilles heel my sister often targeted
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At around half past two, I washed up, put on my daily clothes, and combed my hair as if I were on a date. Of course, it was a very special day for me. I took the masterpiece I had made for Sheetal, and slid it in my pocket. It did look beautiful and would look even more beautiful on her wrist.
Oys! Parkhi na ma ni aaudai chu my sister shouted from above.
hoina, ma ek choti sabin ko ghar gayera aauchu. Ta aaudai garr na I lied. I scurried out. Sheetals house adjoined the ground. I wanted to give her the band before anyone saw and made hype about it. With hopeful thoughts, I stood transfixed at the gate of her house with mixed anxiety of her coming from the door.
Oys Oys! She came running, with her long shiny hair flapping in her shoulders. She always gave that killer smile to me that just made me limp as soon as I approached her.
K bho Oys? Khoi ta aroo? she inquired. I looked around other houses. No one had come out yet. I began to muster courage for this grand occasion. It had to be now.now..now&
Suddenly, she interfered with my thoughts. Oys, yo hera ta katti ramro hai She pointed to her left wrist. A greenish blue, beautifully decorated friendship band stood around her soft wrist. I was taken aback. All I managed was kosle deko?
sabin le ni, aroo kalle hunu! Tara kasto ramro hai?
I just nodded my head at the advent of the storm that was going within me. To my relief, my sister showed up. As time wore on, so did Sabin, Subendu, Pradip, Milan, Garima, Sarika, prashant-sushant, and Ajay
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P-A-S-S pass, we shouted in unison to divide the teams. To add to my misery, Sabin and Sheetal were on the same team. As we laid down the games for Seven Stones which had become our favourite winter game, my fingers made its way to my pocket and felt the prized band. It was still there. I didnt know what to do with it. I couldnt give it to anyone else&
Oyss... my sister shouted angrily at me. Aaija na yaha, Sabin le Stones fodna lagyo I got to my position as Sabin accurately hit the stack of stones shattering them in different directions, as I felt its strong impact. Slowly but surely, we started chasing them down, hitting them with the tennis ball, and my team seemed to be in good shape. At one point, Fadin with his fists clenched, hit the ball aimed at him to the far corner of the ground, as I ran after it to retrieve. I picked up the ball, and turned around. I stood in disbelief. Sabin and Sheetal were crouching low, smiling at each other, piling the stones one after another, sensing a mutual victory at hand.
Reality cut me off. I could not hear any voices, my view darted and hatred coupled inside me, but I felt very weak. I held on to the ball, till my sister came up to me and snatched the ball and hurled it towards them. It was all too late. Sabin and Sheetal hopped in joy, giving a high five in mid air to each other, while the band shone like a diamond bracelet on her wrist.
K bhayo aaja talai ? my sister asked concerned. I did not utter a word on our way back. Darkness had begun to set in our alley. ani oys, dees ta sheetal lai band? she asked me in serious vein. EH laa..dinai birsechu I lied again innocently.
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Ghaati ni dukya cha ki k ho tero an air of anxiety ran in my maamis words, as she continued massaging my head with tori ko tel. chaina maami, tauko matrai ali ali.
Dhulo ma dherai nakhel hai keta, birami parlas pheri! She gave her usual pep talk. As her hands had a miraculous effect on my head, I let out a yawn. She stood up and scrutinized my room for a while.
Oys, ja sutna, ma yo tero fohor looga haroo pani ma bhijaidinchu she started to pick my clothes, carefully checking all the pockets if they had any valuables. Within minutes, she found the band I had made for Sheetal.
harey shiva, pheri arko FENDSHIP BAN ? Yo chai kalle deko talai? I began to panic. mmm mmm&tyo tyo SABIN LE I quipped.
Eh! My mom let out a breath of relief. Handigaon ma balla sathi bhetis hai. Malai ta dar lagya thiyo. Sabin asal keta cha. Tyai sanga sangat garnu hai tyo aroo daka haroo bhanda. Kasto ramro banayecha ni. Ta chai didainas? Huh oys?...OYS?
She came near me as I slid further in sirak pretending to be asleep., Eh katti chado sutecha, la daraj ma rakdhinchu hai tero yo band&&&&
I knew then that the band would stay inside that daraj for eternity.
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| jira |
Posted
on 03-Apr-03 07:23 PM
Ramro lagyo dherrai nai.
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| isolated freak |
Posted
on 03-Apr-03 07:59 PM
impressive!
sheetal kata cha bro ahile? yeso bhetam na hami pani.. hehe
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| Raksiya |
Posted
on 03-Apr-03 08:51 PM
Oys CHill,
this is more than awesome...splendid! BRAVO.
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| DHUMBASSE (DUMBASS) |
Posted
on 04-Apr-03 05:59 AM
Mane ba maile ta hamro memory lane masterlai...kattika ka memory laneharu..ani testai katti ka Sheetal haru pani holan hoina Oys bro..
aaja ko din ramro sanga shuruwat bhayo.. aru pani jawash..yespala chahi Urmilako cha ki bro..ko Urmila malai ta tha chaina...memory lane Visit garnu parcha ..ani tha huncha..hehe
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| PremPujari |
Posted
on 04-Apr-03 09:45 AM
Dayummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!!
Kyaa ramro lekhya bro!!
Ukush Mukush bho!!
eeeeeeeeh!!
(Jhandai Miss Garyaa padhna)
Tyaspachi ke bho, Part 2 jaawosh na!!
(PreMPujAri rembers his Childhood Days)
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| eminem8 |
Posted
on 04-Apr-03 11:31 AM
Jesus Christ Oys.................
What the hell are you....................
Some..................... Mark Twain (from Nepal, not Missouri)..............
That was amazing.................
Keep it up.
Shady
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| khimu |
Posted
on 04-Apr-03 12:06 PM
fantastic oys chill ,ta mula le goun ko dhulo ma khele ko yad nai jagaidish vannya
ani part 2 chha ki chhaina ni part2 chha vane gajab ko hunchha
yeso sunna aye hunthyo
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| oys_chill |
Posted
on 05-Apr-03 03:52 AM
lau kaha baata squares haroo ghusecha.......thuikka!
ty, jira dai n dumbass......memory lane ma sheetal haroo dherai chainan, boru shivani haroo holan eheh!
I_F bro, sheetal ko ghar ko bato bataideem, u can go joggin in the morning!
n ty, emi, raksiya, PP JYU, and khimu :)
Khimu, kaha baata dosro bhaag hunu, boru gaun ko dhulo udeko ko chai arkai cha......kunai deen time milyo bhane lekhumla......lau dhilo bho......ciao! have a great weekend everyone
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| isolated freak |
Posted
on 05-Apr-03 07:10 AM
sheetal ko ghar kaha?
ajkaal I run from gairidhara to handigaon (bhude ganesh ek chakkar) aani bhatbhateni hudai gairidhara chowk aani back home and sleep..
anyway, aaja high school reunion bro.. life is interestring.. not anyone from handigaon thjough... la la aaru ni jaos...
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| PremPujari |
Posted
on 05-Apr-03 07:45 AM
Oyssssaaaaa!!!
Bro, tyo square hataauna, write on the MSwords, cut and paste it into notepad, ani feri Note pad bata cut and paste it to sajha re. San le tyashai bhanya jasto laaya thiyo -- kata kata... Try it!!! let me try it ehh!!
test:
all other texts in campus.
(crossin' my fingers)
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| PremPujari |
Posted
on 05-Apr-03 07:47 AM
dayummmm, San le bhanya birshiyo...
Probably I have to save it in notepad...
ehh.. lets try that....
all other texts in campus.
If this doesn't work, then jai shambho!!!
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| PremPujari |
Posted
on 05-Apr-03 07:50 AM
Sannnnn!!! Helppp!!
hehe... lets try it on wordpad...
(sorry oyss, timro thread ma break-dance garya ma)
test:
all other texts in campus.
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| dangggg |
Posted
on 05-Apr-03 08:26 AM
Wah! Wah Oys!
Anothere great story from you. Majja lagyo.
Ani tyo tero masterpiece ko ke bho ta? Is it still in your closet???Maybe it is time for that friendship band to GET OUT OF THE CLOSET and tell the world whose wrist it belongs to.
dangggggg
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| dangggg |
Posted
on 05-Apr-03 08:53 AM
Oys le stoned bhayera seven stone kheleko samjya ho?
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| najar |
Posted
on 05-Apr-03 09:14 AM
kaam pani nabhaa, furshad pani nabhaa bhanya jastai had to wait till saturday morning to read!
brought back a lot of my own memories. The favorite one was P-A-S-S that we too would conduct for team games--also have spent several hours weaving the friendship bands in trying to make creative designs and giving it to friends. Seven stones kheleko pani yaad aayo and so did lukaamaari, chheki--paasa, gattaa :(( kaaha gaye tee deen haru!!
Btw, tyo squares hatauna note pad maa type garna parchaa re, and copy and paste rey. Try garam hai ta...
"testing in progress"--les see
keep on expanding the memory lane... :)
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| najar |
Posted
on 05-Apr-03 09:15 AM
mission successful :)
so to avoid the squares type on note pad, and then copy/cut, paste.
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| manju |
Posted
on 05-Apr-03 01:46 PM
Like it.
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| Poonte |
Posted
on 05-Apr-03 02:40 PM
Pran bhanda pyaro bhai le yo dai lai ni aaja feri bhai banna man lagaidyo...sana chhanda kheri ka samjhana haru urlera auna thaalae...
Baru, tyo Sheetal ko ghar ko bato (real one) chai malai sutukka bhana hai...tyo ISO lai chai wrong info deu...harawos tyo Sheetal ko ghar khojda khojda...ehehe...bihe-sihe garera ghar jam gari sakin ki? tyo Sabine le bhagai sakyo ki?
Damn! mero tyo shoe box kata paryo...khojna janchhu...tannai friendship bracelets haru chhan ni mero ni...8-10 barsha aghi dekhi ko...(suk suk)
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 05-Apr-03 02:49 PM
Oys ji
Aati ramro. Tara hajurko kaati lop pareko ni? :P La aaba aali successful lop affair baare pani sunaoona pls. :)
Your writing style is unique!
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| dallipokchi |
Posted
on 05-Apr-03 07:44 PM
this is good comfu...the poem was better...took a while to understand the poem....wel i Say..we beat up the other guy
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| ebony_firefly |
Posted
on 07-Apr-03 08:55 AM
about comfs and his writting..its got to do with emotional intelligence..
oys and his" friendship brand".!~
how about going to musical alter and getting seven notes stoned..oys?
blac_
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| oys_chill |
Posted
on 07-Apr-03 09:37 AM
firefly bro...nice to see you around here again :)..do keep in touch!
as for the musical alter goes, i lost my octave ever since i dished my guitar :P
and the memory lanes are degrading like the life in US! I cannot imagine in a few decades all those games and dances, we had in our childhood would be extinct forever..wiped out from our memories as well tsk tsk! and ppl are still on the hunt for the work permit...."Nepal ma jagir paudaina re" ....
yah, ekkai choti executive position ta pa pai bho, hoina ta?
laterz
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| watever |
Posted
on 07-Apr-03 09:38 AM
hehe... dont tell me you were again stoned to write this? LOL.... wellll......just like in
Hindi Films :S.... why do you always have to be the sacrificing hero? :P...
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| oys_chill |
Posted
on 07-Apr-03 09:46 AM
no i was not stoned..and u r wrong about hindi films..actually its the "side hero" who usually sacrifices......hero, gets the gal and lives happilly ever after :) wanna bet?
;)
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| watever |
Posted
on 07-Apr-03 09:50 AM
WHATEVER!!!!!!!!!
Ok side hero re ni ta... why do you have to be the pathetic "side hero" then? Its your own story... you write it.... dont you get to choose? :P
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| Rusty |
Posted
on 07-Apr-03 11:15 AM
Ahem Ahem, Oys ko khub chalira cha.... Pathetic Side Hero le aarko barsa best supporting actor ko decadmy award paucha... Haina ta my little granddat???:P
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| watever |
Posted
on 07-Apr-03 01:42 PM
oh you still alive gramps? Best supporting actor payera k faaeda ni? By the way, I am in Love with the guy who got the best actor this time..... He IS so damn arrogant! :D :D :D well do not take me wrong hai people.... Not every arrogant idiot can be that sexy! :D
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| czar |
Posted
on 07-Apr-03 01:47 PM
An endearing tale told in your inimicable style. Well done !
Why not collect all such stories and publish them as "The Handigaon Diaries?" I imagine there's many readers here who would support this notion. Right?
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