I want to read some good stories. Please recommend some unforgetful stories that you have read in past or recently in Sajha .

Svengali, you are the best! Few can carry off a second person POV with such skill.

I used to wonder where you disappeared all these months.

Sitara

Where have you been?

This one was pretty good too but the author just vanished from sajha....

http://www.sajha.com/sajha/html/OpenThread.cfm?forum=2&ThreadID=39150

now with the clickable link:
http://www.sajha.com/sajha/html/OpenThread.cfm?forum=2&ThreadID=39150

Hey Sitara,
All these months, I have been wandering in the self imposed exile from pseudo-literature. Saying things like that is also another way of hiding this brazen attempt to get some attention! and I got busted by you anyway haha! Kudos for your penetrating observations and for saying that I occupied for an instant the undulating waves of your idle imagination and wonderment

Who knows where inspiration lurks, what recipe concocts epiphany!

Hi Shirish ji,
Where have I been? Nowhere really, I still haunt the threads at times. How have you been?

Svengali,
"self imposed exile?" depriving us of fine literature? As for being busted, my dear, you've occupied my not-so-idle imagination for a long time, with your writing, of course! I hope you continue to write and regale us with your wordcraft.

Arko pani jawos, hajur!

are yaar mero pani story haru kaam chaina hai:P
yeso pade huncha :D

Sitara,
much obliged for the curtsy, surely you jest but i am up for the masquerade

Not to hijack the original thread, perchance the search could yield stories, Of chappal singh, of Sattal singh, Badarni Maiya and all

stories from times long long ago of the dark ages, before television, there were dusky evenings remnants of the light, submerging the eyes into a dream like state...urging you to huddle even closer than the towering mountains of Kathmandu, that seemed to tuck you within the deep folds of its underbelly

In that haze, puntured with limpid yellow rectangular doors and windows, you craned for a signal, checked your fears, yearned for adventures, and there it came a whistle...from yonder, to the north behing the morose shadow of the school building, is a field, you can see in between the houses, bright halo

the red glow that pulsates, is a fire...

the smell of wood smoke, mixed with the musk of bubbling starch of the conoction that becomes fluffy rice on your plate, is still time away, as you plot the egress... by the gulley where out side the bhatti sinewy men talk in loud slurry voices, their stories?
turn right by the cavern of a pati where bearded old timers come into existence in a blazing ember of their hookah stands..what is their deal,

down the gravel path, encased by old houses, glazing at you through the fretwork window of crisscross frieze, inside some women absent mindedly digging through her matted hair for gold as a pot bubbles away in the corner

the smell that stirs the craving in your stomach, warms you up even in this post autumn gust and then as if you stepped right into a reflection of a tattered cloth shone upon a wall with raging torches from behind,

you are in the field, stars in inky black above and sheets of dark shadows cast by houses that eclose this field, pocked yellow by the doors and windows that cast the light,

in one corner is that orange glow that you sought, debris of corn stalks, dried up hedges and all and sometimes even tires, douse kerosene light a fire,

and these tykes, the sons of migrant laborers, no care in the world, only a decade + 3 old, sing and curse like they were some sailor, sing on
"sisnoo ko jhaang muni ago dan dan, kaloo...." I leave the rest up to you all

man i must have some time in my hand to churn out this drivel

svengali - I'm loving it! What a craftsman you are!

Hey Soktim

U m0therfu(ker... I remember u.. bloody a$$hole... Salaey Dhoti... You are the one who disrespect Nepalese living aboard..

Maacchiccknee R@ndi ko bhan... Just get the hell out of our sajha.com... It's not for you...
U want the old memories... I know why u started this topic... U want to check whether the sajhains still remember you or not..

I have two words for you






F U C K Y O U

And I rest my case, Svengali! ;)

...and into squilching mud you step with your old BATA chappals, fetid, sometimes putrid decaying humus seeps into the crannies between your toes. As the ground moves, you shift your weight forward, fighting with the suction of the the heelo as the chappals refuse to yield to your will. Flash floods come and go as you step over rivulets, meandering around waiwai chow chow wraps, bits of straw and and plastic flotsam, while you look for a flat piece of stone, anything to salvage your frayed denim hems from the blotting fecundity. And as you screw up your face in disgust and look into the sky, another pailful of rain showers down your face, your neck, your t-shirt and disappears into the weaves and folds of fabric. And for a moment, just for a moment you forget the decaying carcass of the dog lying upstream, bloated and ignored. Just for a moment, you inhale the distant aroma of corn on open grates, roasting, sometimes charring, sending gustatory organs into orgasmic fits. Asarai Mahinama.

Hey Svengali, thanks, thanks thanks!!!!! It's been ages, since I've been moved to impulsive writing. And surely, I don't jest! You are very good.

Hi Flips! :)

I don't read much of stories in Sajha. So far I have read these writers:
Sum_Off, John_Galt, Sajhagazer. I should be reading Amber's too sometime.

The most memorable one by far has to be A Cold Jacket - by Sum_Off. That one instantly reminded me of The Last Leaf by O. Henry. I think Sum_Off has a pretty good plot laid out before he sets off with his writing. The message I got off of the story was; the same jacket that was merely a coveted celebrity-like outfit among the youth could serve a better purpose of saving the previous life of a less-privileged human being. And that was touching!

John Galt and Sajhagazer have probably the best flow in their writings out of the few writers I have read of. These guys handles seemingly negative feedbacks in such a welcoming manner and each of the two strive to deal with them with great reasonings. Feedbacks from so many readers will only improve your writing skills. If I were you I would keep that in mind.

In general, I prefer stories with moral or progressive messages. As a suggestion to the writers who are entertaining a good segment of the Sajha folks, in my opinion if they can wait till Friday afternnoon or later to post the new stories, that would most likely jack-up the readership. After all, when is a better time to read leisurely than during the weekends. The writers in turn would get a more organized and complete feedbacks. Just a thought.

All,
have a nice weekend. :)

previous=precious*

flip flop haha what a nice joinder to sitara's bata chappal vignette, but thanks to both of you such sweet compliments that I feel like I am being born as the illegitimate son of Halwai Panna lal, plop in the cauldron of gulab jamun

But to return to those tykes, at the field claimed by the throbbing pulse of puberty, which oddly rested by the boy hood innocence that in the crisp morning of the valley, right after the dharmic karyakram finished and kids of all shapes and sizes jostled to line up to receive pristine bottles of nepal dairy...came a sing song voice above it all, "nilocon nilocon...." as the oblivious tyke, with out a penny in his pocket to sit in the milk line, sauntered by the street, hands in his pockets singing about a ctachy tune that advertised prophylactics on tv

you envied the freedom, chained down by that ominous match tests, the letters and brackets of algebra closing you in,....

you'd rather run into the corn fields, the rough leaves abrasive in your young skin, chase the monsoon puddles deep inside the field, exploring the Amazons of your mind, and emerge out the other end, the tall stalks glistening in the sun now somehow more radiant after the clouds and the down pour

in your mind you are still galloping in your horse, in your mind, sometimes even propelled by the dramatic Bollywood tune that you had lifted from the movie of three weeks ago, you are alert for villians are bound to ambush you at precisely these times

one moment passes, as you walk

so passes another

and the bugs that bit you in the amazon jungle you were in, start itching and big spotches swell up in your arm, you are following the tykes of the 'hood faint suggestions are made of magazines with naked pictures, confusing you as you try to gather what it must mean...

but in the movies you see lots of side glances, and peeking from behind the trees, the spinnings and the twirlings....which is what ought to have happened after galloping in those horses...you look around

some ways down, in the gulley past down the bhattis, and sidewalk stalls and stores where portly sahujis measure wares in scales, you see some one, hair damped, and t-shirt wet, her arms flailing making the bangles dance up and down, as you follow the line, you see the frayed denim, 'rafu'-patterned flowers in the back pockets tripping your mind, and as you notice her "bata chappals" are stuck in the mud, and she is struggling

this is very familiar you think

you want to go and help, but the tykes all break into laughter!

You'd think, he'd rescue Her, but no, he pushes her aside gently, into the bubbling slime, bends over and with much ado, rescues the chappals, triumphantly handing them over for safekeeping--broken phitas an' all! You'd think he's capsized the boat, but no, he hijacked the thread, hook, line and sinker and took a willing captive. And the the tykes break into, "Rocky mera naam, Rocky mera naam!"

Hehe! It's been a pleasure, sire!

SITARA,
and
John Galt.

Read them - you won't be disappointed.

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Oh look who's up there! :-0
Long time no see - the elusive one!

errr i said tv, the whole point was no tv, hmm me needs some tumba

very pleasurable indeed sitara

Oh My good lord, Lahure ji!

Looooong time! Today's been an exceptionally pleasant Friday (allergies and sneezes not counting), I got to glimpse/read Svengali--one of the most elusive and gifted writers of Sajha. And I don't jest!

It seems the Queen's given you some time off while she visits our esteemed land. Were you discharged or did you gracefully back out of her royal entourage? ;)

Svengali, don't respond please--go have your tumba! No saunis, only babes serving you as they jiggle their cup cakes at you, "will that be all sir?" ;)

The tykes heard "Rocky Mera Naam" on the radio hau!

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Sitaraji - Hello. The moon was definitely hiding behind those dark clouds huh? Wish you all the best for the married life and have anything, stories perhaps, to share with us? :-)

svengali - This very article is worth of praise and your 'Another fiction' was equally captivating.

Lahureji - What's going on in your neck of hood? Golfing, global trotting, fine dining? Hehehe. Hope all is well with you.