Hey people... by looking at the stories posted by other sajha people.. I recieved an inspiration to write something of my own.. hehe THough it might not be as good but bear with me..
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After spending two years with my parents in the USA I returned to Nepal and was admitted to Modern Indian School. The impression of the school was well known, but my grandparents believed that CBSE was much recognized than the nepali board. My first year there was an average? but my sixth and seventh standard sucked. Though I did manage to pass in the finals, I never really made it in the first and second terms. Hindi- which was a new subject for me, was so difficult that I never managed to pass. Plus I was scared out of my pants of the teacher. Her hobby was to slap me in class. She totally loved it, and as a result I became less confident and became more timid. I did not find any motivation to study Hindi.

Though I was popular in school, as I was the only student that had been to states, but my confidence decreased everyday. I felt more and more inferior and sometimes would wonder why my friends liked me. As a result my grades suffered even more. My parents were back from states and they were noticing my dilemma. It was a different story for my brother. He did not suffer from any inferiority but he started bunking his classes and his grades suffered too. So in the year 1996, when I was 12, my parents made a decision that would affect the rest of our lives. We were to go to India. I loved to read the Malory Towers by Edith Blyton, so was totally excited to go to a boarding school. I kept fanaticizing about how it would be.

There was an incident that almost changed their decision though. In November of 1996, I went to feed my dog, as I loved dogs like crazy. I don?t know what he was thinking but he plunged at me. I felt a drop of blood in my right shoulder and realized that he had bitten me. When my grand parents saw that my ear was bitten they started panicking and wanted to rush me to a hospital. I didn?t understand why they were so fanatic.. but realized how serious it was when my grand dad shouted,

?How can we go to the hospital without the piece of her ear???

The dog had ripped out half an inch of my right ear. Our helper found the piece of my ear near the area my dog was, and we rushed to the hospital. My parents had gone to my cousins place at that time. As my grandparents had some bad experience with Teaching hospital, they took me to Bir hospital instead. We were told that the piece could not be stitched back. Had they taken me to Teaching hospital, it would have been stitched back immediately. So as a result I had to have plastic surgery from a group of Plastic surgeons traveling from the US.

As my dad is a doctor, he took me to several places taking shots.. and man that sucked.
Though a lot of other things were fun like chocolates from relatives. The surgery took place on December 1996, 2 days before my finals, but I managed to pass. On January 1997, my dad, mom, brother and me took a trip to India to find the institute where we were to go? And so the journey started that would leave an impression in my heart for life?

hmm. Mr. nut thanks a lot.. are YOU my cousin?? heheh lol

You may consider me as your cousin (It may not be an appropriate forum to talk about personal relationships). Anyway, we have something in common, you went to India in 1996 when you were 12 and almost in the same year I was there too but I was 16 (I went there after SLC). I returned back to Nepal due to extremely hostile weather and hot and spicy food; did I.Sc from Nepal and again went back to India in 1997 and completed Medicine in the year 2002 and came to US to peruse MS program in the year 2003 and matriculated into the PhD program in Basic Medical Sciences last year. This may help you!! Make a guess!!!!

Nut

BTW, I liked your simple but interesting writing skills. Recently, we have seen some folks trying to come up with stories and writings where they tried to make good use of their GRE word lists!! Anyway, Keep it up, you have got an excellent writing style. Good Luck.

Nut

oki... nut.. nuthin u said rang a bell.... cud u pls give me some more clearer hints?? :s.... thanks though.. glad u like my writing!!:)

nice story, whats TT?

http://www.vdjs.net

interesting place

TT= table tenis RED...

ani locum jyu.. i know... hmm.. miss the place.. the websute is the closest i get to it!!:)

Rythm ;) nice nice.
Becareful you might make the baby cry if he happens to read this. :)

My fav. from ur story is " Baal Sudhar" and "Tiny Bums" LOL.
I hope baalsudhar is still 'sudharing lotsa baal. And I hope the tiny bum's doing fine. ;)

Keep it coming. I love readin your postings.

IndisGuise:)'

Lol indu jyu.. the teacher with bal sudhar isnt there anymore... anyway 1 more hai ta
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Hmmm? after having talked about some of the incidents, let me talk about the common things that I had to deal with in school. Nepalis were known to be one of the laziest people in the school. Well, all the Indians would wash their clothes daily, but we (nepalis) let it accumulate till the end and would wash it every Sunday. As we only had one day off, and that was Sunday, we had no better thing to do than washing clothes (ya right!!). Saturday was a half day, where we had only 5 periods then we had to go for lunch and had a free afternoon. No games or study that day, and on Sunday we would get all day off, and we could do anything we wanted all day.

Of course Sunday was the most boring and uneventful day of the week. But we would love Saturdays. So as the daily pile of dirty clothes increased, we HAD to wash them on Sunday. Every morning, we would get up, go to eat, come back- take a shower and wash the clothes. We did have a dhobhi bhaiya who would either tear up our clothes in fury, or never return it. That happened a few times, but we did not want to risk it. Plus in the middle hostel, where the 8th, 9th and 10th graders stayed, washing clothes by ourselves was a sign that we weren?t lazy asses.

But when it came to Jeans, bed sheets and towels, we were a bit to weak to wash those in the 5 by 5 feet bathrooms, so they went to dhobi bhaiya. I still remember how once, I had discovered a cook bhaiya wearing my jeans (HE was the skinny one I swear I wasn?t that fat!!) and my baseball cap with another bhaiya (I wonder how that happened though:s). By the time I was in the 9th grade, I use to feel so uncomfortable with skirts that my mom started begging me to be a bit girlish But anyway my clothes washing routine was the main topic. So I would sit there with a bucket, mug, rin soap (which made all my white clothes blue), and a small cloth washing brush and wash off all my clothes.

It took me anywhere around 1-3 hours. After washing all of them we would hang them in the hangers, so that when they were dry, we did not have to iron them. We were not allowed to have any iron with us and the dhobi did not come along too often. So to get our clothes to look good we had to brush it down like we were ironing it and then hang it on hanger. If our shirts were creased or did not looked like they were ironed, we would be the laughing stock of school. So to get all that sometimes I had to skip my Sunday lunch. The lunch was not good anyway, it had this fried rice, that to me smelled like grass (I wonder why everyone liked it so much!!).

So once, what happened was that I was doing my regular Sunday routine of washing my clothes. I hear someone knocking on the bathroom door. I thought to myself that it was pretty strange because no one really disturbed us while we were washing clothes, and I open the door. And guess who was standing there? It was my mom!! I had totally forgotten that they were expected. There I was drenched in soap water and had these soapy hands and my mom was standing looking at me with confused eyes. For a moment I hesitated. Should I hug her with all the filthiness in me? and I decided that she didn?t care. All she wanted was to take her daughter in her arms.

I still had about half an hour worth washing to do. My mo masked me what I was doing and when I showed her my pile her eyes grew WIDE!! But I convinced her that she should go to the guesthouse with my friends. She did go there, but I am sure she wondered that day if it was the right decision to send me to that school. And I am giving her the answer now.. she did the best thing to me by sending me to that school. I admit t hat it was tough, my hands would look like they were soaked in water all night and at times my legs would hurt when I had to wash the clothes in a sitting position. But nowadays whenever I open the washer to wash my clothes, I remember those times and think how easy it is to me now. I am sure I will never willingly wash clothes again, but it was quite an experience!!

Rythm nice story. You know, i love to comment hai. Some comments, i hope u won't mind ni hai.
I had discovered a cook bhaiya wearing my jeans(HE was the skinny one I swear I wasn?t that fat!!) >>>>>>>>>>
Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, r u sure bout this, lemme rephrase it hai. u were in class 9. u don't have to swear, u were not fat, u r not fat:-) the only confusion is the height. was ur cook bhaiya of the same height as u were in class 9. with ur calculation u were around 13 years old in class 9. and that bhaiya at least was 20 +. (head scratching smiley)

hajmola hai kisi ke paaaaaas, khaya piya pachaya. hahahahahahaha. (j/k ni hai rythm)

and then hang it on hanger>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
hanger ma luga sukaune. hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. well as a matter of fact, i still do it. damn its the best thing to do. Ani pant, when in hostel, sandwith it between bed and the matress, Iron lagaunai pardaina. That's a funny shit.

bucket, mug, rin soap >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
bucket, mug, rin soap, I still miss doing those shitty things. One I washed my white shirt with rin and it turned blue, but I love that soap. dang...... ur shirt turns light blue so no one sees the white shirt that was turning yellow. Damn. Ani, rin le shirt pani ganaudaina. Rythm should know it better, hostel ma basne haru ko shirt, when its white.

Nice story rythm. I am gonna miss it yaar, during the summer. damn..............


harkeDai

: ) हाजिर छु है र्?हिदम मिस। :०)
निर्माण

Thanks Harkedai and Nirman jyu:)

Ohoo Dhanai missed bhako.;)

Rythm;), "Rin bijli si safedi" ho? Hehe.
Arko thio ni Wheel.

Ahh we used to use those surf excel:). "Todi si surf excel and dher sara kapda" HAhaha.
Dubayera rakhyo ani afta soupla hours, scrub and wash. Finito. Kunai kunai chai :Sukhaa safaa garne haru lai diyo"

Anyways, Ball sudhar nai chaina re aba. Dhet. But i hope the tiny B is doing fine;)Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Hahaha.

IndisGuise:)

What should I talk about today? When we were in the ninth grade and there were 4 of us in the room we use to have a lot of fun. Did I tell you guys that my school was a pure vegetarian? Well if I did not then I am telling you now. We wouldn?t have had chicken for like a month or more and we would be dying for a taste of chicken. Even a small piece of chicken or even the curry (with no chicken pieces) would be enough for us. We were so desperate.

So one day what happened was this friend of ours got to go out with her parents and we got to eat some chicken. Officially, chicken was not allowed in the premises, but Sheetal maam had a soft corner for us Nepali people. She would tell us ? haddi achi tarah se pichey waaley window se fek dena!! Kisi ko dikhai diya to tum log marey!!? hehe? and we threw it where she told us.

But after we were done with the chicken we decided that we were too full to go to study. We use to have these cupboards that were fixed to the wall. The main opening was made of steel but rest of the part was just bricks. What they had done was made the interior part when they were constructing the hostel. The sort of made this certain area hollow inside and added like 3 brick pavements where we could keep our clothes. And to make it a little private, they added this steel door that we had to put our own lock on. The cupboards were approx. 3 by 3 feet and were like 8 feet tall. As the interior was all bricks it was strong enough and big enough to fit us in it. We did have to sort of squeeze in but it did work!!

Anyway one of the favorite areas where we hid was the cupboard. And the worst part was that the teachers knew that that was one of our favorite areas. But normally we would be locked inside so they could not do anything about it. But that day as all of us were hiding, we could not lock any of the doors. But we were only taking preventive measure as normally no one came for ?checking? (that?s what we called when teachers or captains came to check in the rooms if anyone was bunking). So anyway we were hiding when we hear this footsteps followed by someone opening and closing our door.

It was not long before I was face to face with our live-in economics teacher. Well she lived in our hostel as she was single and all single female teachers were required to live in the hostels for safety purposes. And as they did live with us, they would sometimes help the warden out. Well I didn?t know what to do, so I just sat there. She moved on to other cupboards after she opened mine. As soon as she opened Sharmila?s cupboard she sort of ponced on th teacher and said ?dhyaap?..? and sort of quitened up. I sat there wondering what the hell was Sharmila upto pouncing at the teacher like that.

I did not know if I should have laughed or stayed quiet or did what. I was all confused having no idea of what was going on in her mind. And when something fishy happened we normally just shut up, incase we spoiled the master plan. So we were sitting there with our mouths shut. It wasn?t really that late? maybe 5 minutes or so.

Kabita maam (our teacher) started lecturing us ?Why do you have to bunk your studies? Don?t you know that your parents send you here with so much expectations?.?

?But maam we were not bunking it? Sharmila replied, and we all looked at her. Wondering what excuse she was going to give this time.

?Do you mean that you were hiding in your cupboards during studies without knowing that you were bunking study??

?Oh my god! Are we already late? Actually we were playing hide and seek so we were hiding in there, I thought you were Deepa (a person who had no idea what was going in our room), so I almost said ?dhyappa? but I realized it was you.? Sharmila replied acting all innocent with puppy eyes.Bow by that time it was almost uncontrollable. We were dying to let out our giggles but we could not let the master plan fail.

Kabita maam sort of smiled and said ?You must think I am stupid, but just because you have an excuse I am not going to give you more trouble if you go to the study right now!?

So we dressed up and left knowing that we would be punished in the study hall for getting late anyway. At least we didn?t get in trouble with the warden and that?s all that counted. But Sharmila?s ?dhyappa? was probably one of the lamest excuses we ever made in our whole school history. But we were saved from getting into deep trouble.

I sort of remember the song Anisha use to sing all the time. It went ?Un-oh we?re in trouble, something?s gonna come up and burst into bubble!!? She sang that every time we did something against the rules. Sorta miss sitting in the cupboards and sometimes even the bathrooms (the ones where we took showers in not the ones used for the other purpose!) We use to sit there and bunk meals and make plans for w hat we would bring back from home. Or what we wanted to do in the future. Anisha and me wanted to open a boarding school in Nepal. The name would be (don?t laugh) Chocolate Smile International Academy.

The uniform would be real smart like the ones that they show on t.v. Like the short checked skirts with high boots or something. I remember the plans. Anisha even had the copy of the paper we made the plans on, and she had it for a long long time.

He he he this episode from rythm was funny.....

Even a small piece of chicken or even the curry (with no chicken pieces) would be enough for us.
>>>>> vegetarian baneko bhayee testo desperate hunu nai pardaina thio ni.....

haddi achi tarah se pichey waaley window se fek dena!! Kisi ko dikhai diya to tum log marey!!?
>>> but did u gals ever tried to look at the pichey waaley window of Sheetal maam, must have been dump of chicken haddi there..he he


We use to have these cupboards that were fixed .......................................................................................and big enough to fit us in it. We did have to sort of squeeze in but it did work!!
>>>>> even the architect would have failed to described in better way than that rythm did in this paragraph...!!!

As soon as she opened Sharmila?s cupboard she sort of ponced on th teacher and said ?dhyaap?..? and sort of quitened up.......................And when something fishy happened we normally just shut up,......
>>>> he he ...can't stop laughing

Sharmila replied acting all innocent with puppy eyes.
>>> i can imagine those puppy eyes!!


Anisha and me wanted to open a boarding school in Nepal. The name would be (don?t laugh) Chocolate Smile International Academy.
>>>>> No i did not laugh...just giggled...he he ....but why not u and anisha did not choose the names like 'Close up Smile International Academy' or Dhyappa Smile International Academy' ...he he


Anisha even had the copy of the paper we made the plans on, and she had it for a long long time.
>>>> i wish; that dream project be a real one some day....he he

hehehe Ardent jyu, I love reading your comments...
well we named the school chocolate smile because we wanted the students to smile and.... well we decided to shape all the buildings like candy bars and chocolates... heheheh and sorta color them brown.. aint that a good idea?;)

a very good and creative idea indeed !!

Well wanted to write one more again!! Thinking about school made me remember a lot of things.. there are so many things to say and so many stories but I cant help but remember the last days. Though I was talking about my 9th grade, but lemme skip some parts and go into the 10th and if there are some parts that I missed why don?t I post that later? I think that will work quite well!!

Oki? so into my 10th grade, and with the fear of boards coming up.. people were starting to get more serious. We had this chemistry teacher as our class teacher. Oh oh? did I tell you abt this chemistry teacher? Well guess I did not so lemme go ahead and tell you about her. We use to call her Dutta maam. One of the strictest teacher ever. When I discovered that she would be teaching us in the 9th grade it almost scared my pants off. But she was one heck of a teacher real real good. I hated chemistry, but after I started to listen to her, chemistry was a piece of cake for me.

She really din know me as I had not been a very good student in the 8th grade. She gave us our first class test and as I was getting better at the subject, I scored a perfect 100%. Now she was impressed, before I knew what my grade was every section in the 9th grade she taught knew that I had scored a perfect 100. She would go to classes and praise my work, which was okay at first but started getting embarrassing later. So by the things above you might have guessed that I was her best student.

Now that she had expectations from me, I din want to fail her. So I started working harder and wud concentrate a whole lot in her class. But as we wud sleep real less during the nights, classes were real boring and sleepy. So this once in her class I was sort of resting my chin on my hand and looking at her and before I knew it my eyes were drooping!! I still remember, when she saw that I was feeling sleepy, she stopped teaching and gave me this cold chill eagle-like stare that she was famous for. I got up instantly, and was fresh as if someone had poured ice water on me, and believe me I am not exaggerating when I say that I din feel sleepy all day that day.

Well anyway, she was our class teacher in the 10th grade, and guess who she made the class monitor? Of course me. Hehe?. So I was the class monitor and everyone was kool with that because I really din complain against them or anything. Infact, sometimes I wud get in trouble for letting the gals scream too much. So many things in the 10th grade!! I had this Hindi teacher, Dahiya maam. She was funny. She was like so strict. In the beginnings, she use to be like who is the monitor, and when I got up, she use to punish me for not making the class behave.

She use to say that we were the worst class ever, and in the beginning we use to be punished a lot. Her rules were, no coming late inside the class. If you come after herthen you had to stand in the back of the class for a week. If you forgot your book the same thing. (We had 3 different books for hindi, it was tough to remember which one to get.) If you felt sleepy in the class just stand up all day? tht way you wouldn?t fee sleepy at all. And if u whisper even a single word in her class, you had to stand up in her class. Man? I hated her at first. But later things improved.

I was okay in hindi, while most people would flunk. The highest that she gave in class was in 60s, and about 5-8 people would pass. According to her, she was preparing us for boards. And I use to get like 55 in her class, not a whole lot, but at least I din flunk. So this one day, when I was sorta dozing off in class as usual with the chin on my hand position I heard her say my name. I got up with a start and was wondering what happened. I asked my desk mate if I was in trouble, and she stared at me and told me to be quiet. I focused all my attention on the teacher, when I heard her say ? woh Nepal se ai hain fir bhi itni lagan aur mehnat karti hai ki aap logo sei bhi badaa marks laati hai. Aap ko Rhythm se kuch siknaa chahiye, dusre desh se aakey bhi aap se acha kaam kar dikhati hain.?

I was shocked. I could not believe that she was complimenting me, I felt so guilty that I didn?t sleep in her class anymore. Hehe. The funny thing about her though was during the boards. We use to have 2-3 days off between every exam, so our respective teachers of the subject would come to our hostels to review everything. It was not compulsory to attend theses sessions buy for Daihiya maam it was. The first day I was hiding in my frens room, well I use to been in her room 24/7 anyway, so some people came there saying that Dahiya maam wanted me to come for the coaching. I was like tell her I am in the field.

LOL.. that day she made people search the 3 fields we had in school, to look for me. So the next day I HAD to go to classes. I hated the coachings MAN!!

A monitor had to take the signature of all teachers during their classes and had to do some tasks assigned by the class teacher. Everything that happened in class was the monitor?s responsibility. The 10th, 11th ?science and the 12th graders had to stay back in school during the summer and winter vacations for extra classes. In winter our class teacher had gone home, so I was incharge of attendance, doing the paper work and a whole lot of things. That made me feel real proud and responsible.

But one day, when the Indian Airlines was hijacked from the Nepali airport, I got all tensed and tried calling mom. But she would not pick up the phone, I tried and tried but to no avail. So as I was sooo mad at her, in frustration I went back to the hostel and showered with chill water. Now the temp there was cold! So cold that we were allowed to wear jeans as the skirt would make us freeze. I use to wear 2 turtle necks, one sweater, a jacket and a shawl to top it all. It was that cold. So my dumbness made me sick. I had like about 104 degrees fever, and I refused to go to the dispensary as the nurses treated sick people like dead people. It was difficult for me to even walk, let alone go to skool and do all my proud activities. Till this date I have NEVER gone so thin, as I had in those days. Walking from my classroom to the chemistry lab. To do the paper work was like walking 100 feet high on a thin rope!!

But fever and Rhythm are antonyms, so gradually I got better. I was still goofy while the class got serious. Can you believe that there use to be pin drop silence when there was no teacher in class? But I use to be like ?tum log paagal ho kya? Kuch to bolo itna chup kyo ho?? so after getting annoyed with me they made a rule ?ab jo hbi bolega who gadha? someone would yell out. So I shut my mouth and surveyed the whole room waiting for someone to say a word. As soon I spotted someone I would laugh, go to the blackboard and write down who the new ?gadha? was. People soon discovered that I could not be shut.

The funniest part was that there was this brand new teacher in our class substituting for this teacher who was absent. The whole class as usual was quiet so I was looking at my school diaries that had the rules and regulation for VDJS. I found the rules so funny coz they were in bold but no one really followed them. As the teacher had just gone out of class I started reading them aloud to the class. Each student was looking at me with eyes wide opes. I had never received their full attention.

After reading a few lines, I started wondering why no one was shouting at me. When I looked up the substitue was staring at me to her amazement and my embarrassment. The poor soul was new and didn?t know what to do. So I just said sorry and the whole class burst out laughing! LOL? I wish I had studied back then and not bunked all my physics period in 10th grade. But it was a whole lot fun.

I remember coming late from my break to class as we din have any English teacher. And to my amazement we were assigned a new teacher and she had checked our 1st pre-board papers and had it in hand. She didn?t lemme come inside class. I tried to make her understand that the ?chapatis? were all gone so I had to wait for the ?bhaiya? to get me some more. But she wouldn?t listen to me! She went more and more mad and told me to stand ouside class.

She was handing back the papers, when she said ?Rythm" and there was no answer. She said it again so I peeked inside and said ?that?s me.? She looked at me as if she could not believe her eyes. She said ?beta you are Rythm?? and I said ya.. I am!! She asked me to come inside and sit down. I figured that I had scored the highest in all five sections. She never punished me after that. Hahaaha

She told people ?Rythm is such a naughty kid, but she studies!!? so after that I almost came late to class everyday and got away with it. Those were fun days! So here is my academic year, in school. The hostel part is yet to come!!

Rythm, some comments from my side, hai. I know u won't mind my picky comments. hahahaah............... OR do u ?

I had scored a perfect 100.>>>>>>>>>>>>>
I am impressed tooo. perfect 100 in chemistry. But, how many questions were there is the question of million dollars :-S

Now that she had expectations from me, I din want to fail her>>>>>>>>
Din want to fail her by sleepin in the class. hmmmmm.................... nice way to pass ur teacher.

People soon discovered that I could not be shut. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>
They took a long time to discover this and u r saying that was soon. Hmmmmmmmmm.......... something looks wrong with ur calander....... re kya!!!!!!

Rythm is such a naughty kid, but she studies>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Present tense best fits with u even if its not direct speech......... Aaaaai baat samjh mey ??????? nahi ????????

Those were fun days!>>>>>>>>
I can c that............... no more comments

So here is my academic year, in school>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
So, when r u coming to get ur progress report rythm ??????????????? ;-)



It was nice to read ur story again Rythm. Lot of things remind me of my school days, and I hope also to lot of people in sajha who read ur thread. Thanx for sharing ur school days with us.

keep it going, i will be reading it, even if sometimes I didn't pass any comments, which I love to do.

re kya!!!!!!!

harkeDai

seeee ma 100 ma chu:D

woh Nepal se ai hain fir bhi itni lagan aur mehnat karti hai ki aap logo sei bhi badaa marks laati hai. Aap ko Rhythm se kuch siknaa chahiye, dusre desh se aakey bhi aap se acha kaam kar dikhati hain.? >>>>>>>
u made me proud eh heh:)
So as I was sooo mad at her, in frustration I went back to the hostel and showered with chill water>>>>hmm u are moody;)

ab jo hbi bolega who gadha?>>>>we use to do that when we use to feel bore:D

She told people ?Rythm is such a naughty kid, but she studies!!?>>>>uh huh! someone was naughty:)

The hostel part is yet to come!! >>>waiting

meh silent reader hai...yo thread ko...i enjoy reading every part of ur story well hehe silent reader nai bhayerakchu bhaneko yaso hereko ta harkey dai 99 ma soo maile 100 hunu post gareko :)