John, Finally!!! Welcome back.

Good one, once again from our Johnny G.

Please forgive my uncultured self, but I have never heard of Kobayashi. Who is Kobayashi?

I have had a reputation of not replying back to my fellow repliers in the past considering the fact that my posts are not even worth replying. However, it should be understood that I have always savored your heartfelt replies. I write irritably, and my contents hover over the similar subject matter time and again. Most of the times I write in the state of illogicality which dear readers like you surprisingly find amusing. I am not a writer, just a poor narrator who had been eulogized past his recounting skills in the retrospect. John Galt’s baloneys are still replied back when better writers like svengali go unnoticed. I find it really astounding. The reason I write in sajha is beyond my own understanding, and I reiterate, it perhaps is one better example of my eccentricity.

In the past, the reason I replied to my fellow visitors was not only to express gratitude, but to keep my thread alive for more exposure. As svengali once said, it is nothing but a shameless promotional redux. I owe my recent post to sum_off and perverted mind, who were concerned about my sudden disappearance. An occasional email therefore weighed heavier on the scale of contentment than repeated emails and redundant calls from few friends who often disappear in thin air.

“Freedom is another word for nothing left to lose” – Janis Joplin.

You are free when you only prefer to visit sajha, posting seems to be like being embedded in a quagmire at times. Perhaps this is a too much of a poignant statement, but avid sajha visitors know it better.

The replies after the ramble:

Amber,
Finally it is! Been a while your voiced had not resonated from Urals, thank you for your eagerness in posting. Did you read it all? And tell me the truth for the love of god, did you actually like it?

ALSON,
Though we have not replied each other in the past, I have come across you in some other postings I fail to recall at the moment. I am glad you enjoyed it.

Somphee,
Thanks for your kind words, but look, it was certainly not worth a wait. Actually there wasn’t a wait at the first place. Sum_off writes incredibly, Sitara is back and so is Amber, and then there are good repliers like haddock, samsara, poonte and ashu who keep the vibe rolling.

Nepalonmymind,
Sadly, all my stories are in the lower level of mediocrity, the one that only comprise ordinary issues like गाँस, बास and कपास. Sometimes I deviate from the norm, but that is only ‘sometimes’. Come to think about it, even though basmati chaamal is a famished’ delight, would it be as much appetizing if served alone?


Samsara,
My dear fellow West-Bengalite, you made an epic out of this average story. I laud your ability to participate in sajha more than perhaps San himself does, if being an admin is considered participating that is. The reason I am thrilled with your persistent partake is not only mere presence, but you contribution of well-analyzed replies, the way you reach the crux of every story, the way you magnify them, scrutinize them and provide more insight. I have witnessed over sometime that you not only read all the lines, but read between them too. It takes noteworthy amount of spirit to be enrolled in such a fashion. I salute you.
Stories of famine are imminent when you have lived in a boarding school half your school-life. I remember the night long starvations more than my first ever kiss. I am glad it brought back both our memories.
After this incident, I was obliged to visit Coney island during my last trip just to eat a dog at Nathan’s. Must say - .not my kinda dog. Talking about dogs, I have turned around umpteen times to observe the svelte, sultry and seductive females who have an equally sophisticated canines in the passenger seat. Could never fathom the chemistry between the beauty and the beast.

Flippy, my dear Bama girl,
I cannot even read a single reader’s mind, let alone the entire clout. On the contrary, they read my mind more effectively than myself when they read my stories.

Khusi,
I am very खुशनसीब that you altruistically chose to read over those grueling two pages of absolute drivel.

Sitara,
Reply from a technically refined writer like you means a whole world to me. However, I always wondered what my ordinary narrations actually meant to you? You do not have to reply to make me happy, I’d be more than happy just to be in your thoughts. (Swear that statement was merely platonic)

Natyavaruval,
I must say I am pleased with your reply although I was lost somewhere in between trying to decipher your pseudonym. Even googled it with no avail, pardon my ignorance. As long as hot dogs and pizzas are concerned, you were right on that. However, few decades might change it all; the increasing number of south asian immigrants would influence kobayashi to try his hands on idli or dumplings.

Angleyes,
Myopic me!!! From a distance, I accidentally read it as खलास, and was taken aback for a second. My family is doing fine; they were asking me if you could provide some more of those leggy pictures. LOL!


Camoflagged,
Never knew you were married, I always visualized you as a good looking stag who’d occasionally bring a damsel home. Kidding! But seriously, I always thought you were single. I need to keep up with your Café no. 14 updates to know more about you. Thanks for visiting as always.

Sdny,
The “appetite for destruction” lasted as long as Guns and Roses had their heydays. However, despite aging, I still can, if someone offers me कोबी(काउली) and खसी.

Thapap,
Surgical genius you!!! Dissected my story beyond sutures. Kudos for perusing with a microscope, not everyone has time to read between lines. Yes, my family lives only few minutes away from the bridge. On the other hand, the bandel achar was soon depleted as I laid my hands on it. Shall tell you next time if availed, but it’s gonna be a long time I presume, all poachers have relocated after the downpour in terai.

The time span was meant to be from someville Massachussets right near the border of Mass and CT. New Rochelle was his home, not his work. Further, who even bothers about the speed limit while driving at Meritt? On the contrary they speed more intensely than I-95 as soon as they discover there aren’t any shoulders where cops lurk.


Riten,
Hello after a long time. Kobayashi is a muscular Japanese guy who had repeatedly broken records for few years by consuming highest number of hotdogs in a certain amount of time. I used him as an illustration to compare my glutton-self. Google him up. As far as ignorance goes, why on earth would you want to know who Kobayashi is?

.he he he John Galt! I wish every other lady thought the way you were thinking about me ... I mean ... the good looking part and the single part,... not the damsel stuff though! he he he!

Liked the way you respond to all readers. Cool and Calm! way to be! :-)

Another good one Galt! thanks for sharing this piece here.

Another good one Galt! thanks for sharing this piece here.

Another good one Galt! thanks for sharing this piece here.

Dear John (no, this is not a breakup letter),
you are always in my thoughts (platonic ally, I swear:). The reason I reply to your writings is because I genuinely like the light-hearted, sometimes remorseful or irritated, other times, flirtatious anecdotes.From your writings, I can "assume" to be able to gauge your mind and thought process. Aba, you need verification and validation to the reasons why I reply to you, bhania? Kaasto unnyaya! You are right though about Svengali, I would hate to think that people don't respond to his writing (not that he asks for recognition, mind you)--perhaps, they don't know how to.

Keep writing ni!

Galt jyu,
thank you very much for your explanation. i ain't no surgeon or master @ anything...

i was confused .. as always about the location.. only location the story mentioned was hartford and new rochelle and whitestone ... so, i was forced on those territories.
so you meant some villa in the border of CT and MA. not somerville, MA... (O:
or there is a place called someville in MA (O: anyway once again what do i knoe...

actually you are right about the speeding part compared to 95 ( but 100 on 55 for an hour on that road. i told you i would be shitting on my pants. ) but do not get over confident about where cops would be in Merrit... (O: i would @ least name 3 locations where you will find those cheaps bastards pointing their radar guns @ you.
on 15 southbound : right before exit 48. connector from 8.
exit 42
right before harrison airport exit. in that turn after you cross CT state line to NY.

on 15 Northbound: be careful when hutchinson turns merrit. that place is treacherous.
exit 36
right before Hill of 40A-B
exit 42
just before exit 48

but once again that place is not a road for hitting 100 for the whole duration (O: i would be shitting on my pants...

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once again i would have to humbly add my line
what do i know (O:

Galt, Thanks for coming back and letting me know that I have no life. Haahaha Sajha really does get addictive and a daily dose or more has become a basic necessity. And about the 'svelte, sultry' beautiful creatures with dogs, damn, I just fell in love with one on the street yesterday...That retard Foucault was so damn true! I constantly fall in love with stangers everyday while on the subway, walking around or even when driving but the thought unfortunately is seldom let out, only contained within where it dies in no time (until I see another pretty one). Makes me wonder if I am a dog for real...Maybe the almighty's computer had a bug when he was handling my reincarnation process.

BTW, you owe me one as my post will bring your thread to the forefront for more exposure once again.

John Dai:

Nearly missed this outstanding piece. Glad that finally I was able to login to Sajha this very morning. We all are grateful that you could still manage some time out of your hectic schedules and come up with this craft. Hope to read some more and my sincere thanks for your kind words.

PM

In my opinion, what makes your writing stand out is the fact that you dont need a plot to make sense and keep people hooked. You can write about being hungry and still come up with a coherent (is that the right word) piece like this. Do you read Jug Suraiya? A few years down the line, I see you writing like him. You are, like somebody else has said before, 'the king of anecdotes'.

I hope you stop being so modest. Because you are genuinely so good.

John,

I hate to be a critic where I write myself, so I won’t play the role of one. The only reason I am responding is because my name is mentioned twice in your reply.

John, you will have a hard time convincing me that ‘falaano’ and ‘dhiskaano’ are better than you. You write anecdotes, and I read them as anecdotes (not short stories). If you choose to do it professionally, you can be one the best in Nepal today; if not the best. Then again, what do I know? I am just a reader.

I have a feeling you too are an engineer. We want stats to fit, we want the number of hits to match the number of responses—that ain’t so—or, maybe, you are just a writer who craves for one response that is all about your writing—that ain’t so either. I deleted my last thread out of frustration and I did not feel bad even for a second.

I thought i wanted to become a writer of sorts but after reading, well trying to read, mr galt's story i felt dumbfounded. What on earth is an 'epicure' and what is an 'elegy'.

I'm gonna have to dig into my suitcase for the copy of the websters english dictionary that i packed into my luggage before leaving KTM.

John,

What a glorious hunger that was. It provoked a great piece like this. God forbid; you don't have to go through any misery like this anymore but you amuse us with their account. Life is good for folks like you who don't contrite on your past misery. While people find reasons to kill themselves, I am pretty sure that you would come back with humorous anecdote of your death experience too. ;) Pardon my wicked thought. I wish you an exciting, healthy and long life.

Camoflagged,
<(Whispering!!!)> Food for thought, your wish would be granted as long as you keep your mouth shut and take your ring off.

The sound of a kiss is not so loud as that of a cannon, but its echo lasts a great deal longer.
- Oliver Wendell Holmes

It sure does, the sound of casual kiss echoes so long, your wife would hear it, and then you hear few other sounds, the slamming of the door and “crash, boom, bang”, there goes your heart. I almost heard them myself few times.

Thapap,
My dear surgeon turned cartographer turned stealth speeder, your info is very much appreciated. I am surprised how you precisely managed to keep account of those locations. I am driving to New York today, and I have printed your suggestion to avoid close encounters. If I reach New York without paying anything except the mandatory tolls, the dinner tomorrow would be on me, provided you live in New York.

For your confusion, it is “some-ville” indeed, not “Somerville”. No prize for guessing, but you are free to speculate where I work. Give a try, because I know you could. WHAT DON’T YOU KNOW?

Sitara,
I liked the way you wrote “bhania? Kaasto unnyaya!” I laughed for few good minutes. Brought tears to my eyes. Lady, you suck typing in Nepali, but it sounded dearer than any thing anyone else typed. Let me have a laugh again.
Also, gauge my mind re? Who do you think I am? Einstein? LOL. Thanks for replying, you made my day.

Samsara,
A dog is a dysphemism for a hard working person. According to my wife, the word that comes close to people who frequently ogle women is “pig”. I have been embellished with that adjective many a times. It was her way to put that a woman who ogles men is certainly not a “b*@#h”. In concern to owing you one, I care least being seen in the homepage of sajha.com these days. But yes, if you live in New York, and could avail yourself, how about a dinner tomorrow night? Thapap is coming too. Just awaiting his reply.

Pervertedmind,
Pleasantries aside, I really like the way “Soch” started; I wish I could get hold of the hardcopy when I travel to New York this time, I bet someone I know possesses it. Call me sometimes; I want to talk to you more about everything. Further, I never really have a schedule that is hectic, it is just that I am eccentric.

Nepalonmymind,
The only thing me and Jug Suraiya have in common is he writes Jugular vein and I read it in complete awe. Unlike many Indian writers who fail to write an absolute page-turner, he writes at a fast pace; alike Khuswant Singh. I am not going to argue about being modest, because if started, the debate takes light-years to concede.

Sum_off,
Just because I mentioned your name in my thread does not mean I expect your reply. You know, and I know that our replies, if started, would end up being effusively mushy admiring each other beyond limits, with me being mushier. The only reason I do not reply to your posts is because you know you write excellent, I know you write excellent, and you know that I know you write excellent.
So, I do not have to reply you just to tell you what a heck of a writer you are, do I? At times, I do want to reply you regarding your flaws, but I never find it. As far as appreciation is concerned, I get piffed sometimes when my wife goes overboard expatiating your posts. She wants me to write like you, but you know we all have our cognitive confinements.

Ratobhaley,
Gosh, your pseudonym makes me hungry again. Most of the time, I google words up if I do not know their meanings. But then google does not give away a good example. Let me have a liberty of including you while I clarify their meanings. An epicure is the one who salivates when he sees you, a “ratobhaley”, and wants to eat you instantly. An elegy is an outcry of the same epicure when he chases you (a “ratobhaley” again) and you out speed him.

Sunnydev,
It was a ravenous story, not glorious. Hunting down a wild boar bare-handed and enjoying its cold cuts later would have been a glorious story. Actually, there was an incident where we had gone hunting all day and ended up purchasing a chicken on our way back. I shall narrate it if I could avail myself a great raconteur-mood and plenty of time. Speaking about narrating my own death, I would sure do it as long as it does not scare others.

John Bro ...
Good job ... Intersting piece ... the one about the dude ready to go to baltimore if needed is funny, given the fact that he is married himself (or isnt he ??) ... good job !!

btw, where r u lost these days ?

john jyu,
all i would say is please do not do 100... WE WANT YOU TO WRITE MORE.

now for a road known for one of the scenic route in US. where there are dense trees on both sides. no lights @ all till after you cross exit 12 in ny side on southbound [ i think it is 12 ]. in addition to deers, raccoons and squirrels standing on the freeway..
anyway hope that you are not a "ullu" i mean owl. with night vision.. who can drive well at night..

personally i avoid that route after 2100 in summer and after 1900 in winter.

and check on those spots i mentioned. you will find a nice place on your "right hand side" where they tend to hang.

I replied simply so I can go back to "my postings", find john's posting and read it..

and I know this guy has made a killing out of this one too.

sheesh....wish I could be like him and sum Off

:D

Wow,

the simplicty of everyday life,expressed through words under a gigantic social microscope, that is john galt.

moments like such pass us all the time. but most of us are barely able to make such a nifty little piece out of it.

I'm slefishly glad we have John and Sum Off writing here. They both have different styles, TOTALLY DIFFERENT. It makes for an even better reading experience.

Thanks john

Thanks Sum Off

John,
You have a beautiful mind.