After my lunch today, I accepted the invitation of my warm bed to have a nap. Since I had a good sleep last night, lassitude was not there and the empty mind started to browse the memorable old days. After a long time, I dredged up my school days; those days when we didn’t even know what life meant, yet we enjoyed the most. When friends were our sole inspiration; when we would plan of days to come and giggle about it; when we would gobble our lunch in class time; when we were cute enough to bully our teachers; when we got to eat a daal, bhat and tarkari everyday!

 

“After finishing our studies, we will clean the Bagmati, Okay?” I proposed to my group of six as computer sir was late again. “Um, it’s hard to imagine.. who will be where in future.” We couldn’t help imagining our future.

 â€œI will be a lawyer”, I was confident about my career. “okay okay. So, you are going to handle all the court stuffs then.” I could sense the zeal Pratik had.

 

“Well, we can talk whatever we want at the moment. But we don’t know where we will be in future. May be..we won’t even have time to talk to each other, who knows..”, we didn’t really cared what Jivan said, after all no one could stop us from dreaming!

 

Our talks ranged from a ‘responsible Nepalese citizen-like’ to absolute ‘non-veggies’. Sudha was the queen, at least in those computer classes, and yea for her famous song “Ayh Shangita!” Rakchya, awe! Who could forget her.

 

 â€œHa ha ha…”, everyone started cracking up. I stood like an African boy at Bhaktapur attending Girija Prasad Koirala’s speech, when everybody starts to clap all of a sudden and you’d clap along with them. “What happened actually?” there was no limit of embarrassment within me. “haha, you won’t understand!”, Pratik giggled.

 

All the sudden, a telephone ring paused my memory-lane walk. I didn’t even bother to pick the phone as those mesmerizing moments got me carried away for a while. I turned the side and started to analyze the life: now and then. How playful, carefree were those days! Even though I had handful of friends, there was a strong bond between us. Today I am in a crowd of hundred, yet alone, lost, prolly minding my own business…

 

“Gosh! This guy always has cold hand. Let me warm your hand.” Sangam, no less than my own sibling, would swathe my hands with his warm ones; that warm feeling, aww how much I miss him!  

“Do we need to con all those word-meaning this time too? Hey, did you finish the “Saprasanga bhyakhya”, Nepali sir had given?” I used to worry about each and every home-work. Bipin Sir’s Nepali classes were much of a fun too; not just because there were many stories in the book, but also because we ate our tiffin under the desk in his period.

 

“This girl is especially very conscious about her looks.” I saw in Sudha’s hi5 the other day. No, this girl’s never gonna change. “What do you use to wash your face?”, Rakchya enquired. “Soap”, Sudha, as simple as always.

“Soap?? so witty, I use face-wash,” Rakchya chuckled.

 

Those samosa, as cheap as Rs.2 each, with its great taste; those new year celebrations; when I’d always doze off at Sankar Sir’s class just after lunch; when ‘thumbs up’ would represent Thesarus~ Shift+F7; when Sudha, Pratik and I would return back home together with our eternal guffs; when we shared our tiffins; when Principal ma’am asked what constipation meant and Mukesh answered “eye pain”; those endless khakars of Dariwal sir; when Milinda Sir asked what Milinda wanted to be and Sudha’s answer -  â€œA famous model”; those days at Pratik’s house before computer exam; those days of preparation before school mela; those petty fighting’s between girls and boys; times when we had that magical enthusiasm that we could do anything, just ANYTHING!

 

The more I’d think, the more nostalgic I’d get. A pop-up popped out from my IM screen, there was no bound of my happiness!

“Hi”, a familiar name appears in front of my eyes.

“Hey! Long time, how have you been?”

“Yea, I am fine, Thanks. You?”

“I am fine too. I was thinking about your guys earlier today...”

“Hey, someone is knocking at my door. I got to go now, I will catch you later. See ya, bye!”

 

Something struck my head again. “Well, we can talk whatever we want at the moment. But we don’t know where we will be in future. May be..we won’t even have time to talk to each other, who knows…………”

 

 

good going NkChora ...write more often haii. 

Wow Nepche bro.....dherai ramro...!! wonderful....simple yet fabolous! waitin for more.

I think we all live in memories, kahako manchhe kaha aaune pardo rahechha...My God those good old days.. samjhida ta malali pani runa man lagchha..I think we all have nostalgic memories like Nepche bro...

I would like share my own which I have posted a couple of years back here in Sajha.. Once again, here we go

GOOD OLD DAYS

It was midnight, dark and cool. I tried to sleep but I could not. Chilly breeze entered through the whole of the window of the train. I closed my eyes tightly and invited a dream but it was unsuccessful attempt again. Cold air kissed me gently, made me shiver and went away.

I was at lower berth; plump Punjabi, sleeping at upper berth was snoring louder than damaged speaker. Everyone was sleeping except me, I guessed. I thought of flipping the pages of Sidney Sheldon’s ‘Nothing Lasts Forever’ but I did not dare to put on lights at midnight. Helplessly, I tried to sleep and I was badly defeated. I had a good sleep the other afternoon. The train had left this morning from New Delhi. I tried to play on my Walkman but batteries were old. At that moment, I agreed with Disraeli who once quoted ‘Travel teaches toleration’.

All of a sudden, something pinched me pleasantly, I was excited. Train was moving on its own speed, there was dark. In my mind good old days started pouring. I remembered my school days, going to school barefoot in dirty shirt and torn half pant. In rainy season we used to fight in class to get a seat at safe place. Life was really beautiful in those days.

Since childhood, I was crazy about music but there was not transistor in my house. I used to walk an hour to listen radio. In those days, I used to dream that one fine day I would travel by train, speak English, and lay down on a beautiful beach with my kind of music. Of late, I have danced madly on a beach, and done everything else I used to dream of. But now I like my naughty and childish life. God, make me a child for tonight.

During break time of school, we used to run empty stomach; we did not have even 25 paisa to buy BARAF (ice-cream). Those boys used to be the heroes of class who licked Baraf and definitely I was not among them.

Train was in its rhythm, and I was travelling in my own track faster than the train, reminding wonderful memories of bygone days. After school, I came to India for +2. Believe me, it was so painful to leave those dear friends with whom you shared so many things for so many years. We could do nothing as the show must go on.

I missed my friends greatly; I was among odd people in odd place. First day of my college was awful. I was in a city of the people of 7 million, all new faces for me. I felt like suffocating. Gradually, those odd people turned very closed to me and odd place Hyderabad became very special.

Oh, train had stopped, new station might had arrived. Life is a journey as well. We passed many stations. In some stations we halt longer and in some not. I lost into the past. I heard past is a bucket of ashes but the ashes here are stronger than cement.

During college days, slowly I made some good friends and we had a wonderful time together. I remeienced good olden days, bunking college, playing cricket, having Idlis and Dosa on footpath, teasing dusky girls, ragging juniors. Countless nostalgic events ran into my mind. That strict Hindi Madam who punished everyone except me. I miss you, madam. It was just like yesterday when we all were angry with Principal as we got punishment because his car’s tyre was punctured. Oh! Time flies so fast.

We wandered every street of Hyderabad, every cinema hall, every park and every girls college. Life had never been the same again.

Then there came a bitter day, a farewell. We had to depart; we could do nothing as meeting and the parting are the routine of life, only that was left to console us. We cried, embraced, hugged for the final time. Then, life took another turn. That chapter closed.

The train was whistling, I had gone completely nostalgic and emotional. I could not believe I led such a beautiful life. Oh! Time flies we say. Alas! Time stays we go.

After +2, I came to Kathmandu. I lost everything my school friends, college friends, many good people who cared me a lot. One more time I was among odd people, I was just a piece of crowd. But experiences have taught me a lesson. Life is a game where we meet to part and part to meet. It was a new beginning for me. Going to campus, making new friends, again new episode of drama, new station in life.

Oh! It was morning, I heard people shouting "Chai garam ,Chai garam…….." I could not remember when I slept last night. Many stations had come and gone, many passengers had left the train, and many new had got in. It is like a journey of life, there was a gorgeous lady in the place of Plump Punjabi. The train was heading towards Hyderabad. I was on the way to it, where I spent my 2 colourful and fruitful years. I was very eager to meet my friends, that Hindi Madam, Principal and everything. After 36 hours of journey I got off at Hyderabad platform. I found the city welcoming me with open arms and I heard the melodious voice coming from speaker "Kabhi kabhi mere dil mein khayal aata hai…

another great piece of nostalgia huh......

awesome write amazing!

SurNaTal,

Thanks, word of encouragement from a good writer like you certainly brings a smile on my face.

Amber,

Boosting comments from a prolific writer like you are certainly not less than winning a medal for me. Thanks for the lifter.

Pjna007,

Thanks for those moral boosting words. Although I have tried engraving couple of poems here and there, I always thought that writing stories is not my cup of tea. Looking forward to reading more from you too.

Amazing bro,

I am happy that you like it. Thanks for all those supporting words. I feel privileged to have your nostalgia here in my thread. You are a good writer. Please keep on writing.

nepal ko chora,

I don't know how i missed reading your another great piece earlier, thank god i read it now. You are a multitalented person, your writing skill is only one of its kinds. Superb.

Amazing, you reminded me my old golden days, splendid.

Dipika,

Thanks, I know.. I am still a novice writer. I feel honored to have those words of inspiration from a fecund writer like you.  

Hajur ko arko story kahile aaune hola, looking forward to it.

Exactly NKC, I have been asking her the same question so many times in different threads but it seems like she is just ignoring me,

Dipika, yes we are waiting for your another mind blowing piece of  writing.

 

Nepal ko chora,

Thank you so much for your respectable words. I am still working on my new story. I will try to come up with that ASAP.

Kalejo,

I am not ignoring you. I respect your thoughts for me. The only reason I din't reply to you earlier was I din't have a concrete answer. As I already mentioned, I am still working on my next story.

Thank you!!!!

Dipika

 

कान्छा, कता थेउ यती खेर सम्म, मलाई त देख्न हुन्न बा आइहाल्छ पछीलागेर, हुनत कान्छा म पनि पछी लागेरै आएको हो यहाँ सम्म, लौ मर्लान बा नेपाल ज्यु ले

 

tyahi ta kalejo nepal jyu ko bhanera birsechu tyasaile pheri sutukka bhaagihaalen, aba dipika jyu ko arko prastuti maa bhetaunla ni ta...

Dipika,

You are welcome. I along with Kalejo, Kanchha and many more evid readers like us are looking forward to reading another great piece from you. Hope your next peice lands soon at our door steps.

 

NKC ,

u both are awesome. wanna read ur blog soon.

Dipika,

ur story is very touchy and insipiring.

 

 

 

Nepal ko chhora,

Byapak chha la --

 

 

aba chaleko chalan ma pani kayamai gardinu paryo:

Dipika ... aba tyo lekhdai garya katha sakkaera tu. chhapdimna yata -- paathakharu byagra bhaera utpat chha.

ye dipika launa arko katha pani suru bhaisakyo bhanya... ke sundaichu ma yo.. chito garum na chito garum.. saajha ma herda herda aankhai tadpi sakyo aba ta....

nepal ko chora jyu ko pani arko katha aaos na ta..

didn't knwo that hamro nepalke chhora ji pani badhiya lekhnuhuncha bhanera. my only india trip was back in 1996. coolie no 1 was one of the biggest hit and our song throught the trip was ..Mai to india tour ja raha tha, mai to bhelpuri kharaha tha...:)

दा-मी छ नेप्चे,

 

Nkchora, it's time to write another great piece, what say?

Crazy_love,

Thank you very much for the complement.  When is your next piece coming?

 

Deep pravo,

Hajur ko comment le yo thread nai pabitra bhayo. Hajur jasto maharathi ko comment paunu mero ahobhagya ho.

 

kancha01 and Pjna,

Mauko mile arko tukra ni chhitai paskinchhu. Lekhnai suru gareko chhaina ra po maryo ta.

 

Madness and Chanaa-Tarkaari bro,

Dhanyabaad ani Amulya pratikriya lagi aabhari chhu.