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Posted on 01-18-05 1:29 AM     Reply [Subscribe]
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Hey all sajhaietes,
I have written a piece from my side. Can you Please read it and comment from ur side. If u want to read more..please post it I will continue it a series...I promise with twist and turns...:-)...anyways Write comments and U may share ur writings too....No boundaries...
here is a piece from me..

LOVE: UNSPOKEN
It was Friday. I still lied there still awake...Homework to be finished. Homework never fascinated me, the only reason I did it was to escape from the punishments. Also I have to finish it now, tomorrow we were to shift apartment. With my father working as whole-timer in a Communist Party at that Panchayet era, there was frequent change of places for us and continuous change of friends. With homework finished, I went to bed? there was whole new day ahead.
Strange eyes were peering into us as we transferred our goodies into our new dwelling. We were used to it with so much of shifting places. But I still remember those hazel eyes watching me as if I were a prince from Caribbean. There was much more works to do rather than watching back to those eyes, rooms to be cleaned and set up.
She was our flat partner's daughter. We were in other words next door neighbors. I think she was 7-8 in those days, I exactly don't know, never asked. After she saw me the first thing she told her parents was that she would marry me someday. With her mother so much chit chatter, the marriage thing was now widespread all over the flat within 2 days. With myself being only 11 years at that time, I was so irked by the fact of marriage. My entire cousin soon knew about this and my marriage was gossip of the town, and I simply hated her for loving me. My cousins would tease me every time I meet them, which irritated me more.
She used to come to talk with me; I would irritate her with my gawky voice whenever she came near me. I was petrified of gossip of marriage. I would confine myself whole day in my room on holidays rather than to talk with her. She was only friend available within the community but I was rather reluctant to speak with her moreover to be friend.
It was raining that day, I was just watching the drops of rain falling on the ground, wanting to go and get wet in rain but afraid that mom would scold. I didn't notice her but next thing I knew was she was just sitting next to me.
"Rainy day, huh??" she started the conversation.
"No, a sunny one, with sunlight everywhere." I started my mission.
"Do you like to get wet on the rain??" She asked.
"But where is the rain?" same gawky voice.
"I always like to play in the rain, it is so much fun." She stood up, and walked toward the rain, without even being irritated with my replies.
"That is what I also want to do" my inner soul told to me.
Without even caring of mom's tough rebuke, I also ran toward rain. Next thing I knew was we were playing in the rain, carefree and like flower children, the children of nature. We were all wet, all covered with the mud and all dirty, but who cared when one can have so much fun. That night I was thoroughly scolded by my mom. But that day, a friendship started, not to end I thought.
 
Posted on 03-15-05 10:51 PM     Reply [Subscribe]
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>>>>Nirman broda ko thread ta dating spot bhako cha ni sajha ko.
Nice work nirman bro. eheheheheheehe.

Thank u harke broda..hehehe Love story ma naya patra haaru chhan..aaf aafnai naatak dekhaundai chhan...heheheheeheheeh

>>>>Sristi ji, the exact same phrase that you mentioned, made me feel like a lil filmi. Instead of 'killing somebody" I'd have prefered something like " what'd I not do....... , Or I wish I'd do more for that smile"... yestai yestai.

Do not take it otherwise. I absolutely love the story. It's just my point of view.

k ho indi broda...mero lekhai aarule man parayo bhanera dahaa garne...Nirman lai yo kura man parena...(Raate eestyle ma)

>>>>Hey Nirman... waiting for ur another piece..kahile aaucha?? to be continued bhanera kurda kurda patience nai sakki sakkyo... anyways... nice work...hope to read the rest of ur story pretty soon... good luck!!

Thank you for your appreciation and sorry for keeping you waiting...but here is another part...hope u enjoy it too...:

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Those days were surely amazing. Hanging out together even we were not speaking with each other, I still cherish the every moments of those hangouts as sweetest memories (although, numbers of hangouts I can county on fingers, four to be exact). With her feeling so free to laugh and feeling out of all those miseries at home, I sure was happy that at least I could make someone feel FREE. I never thought that was a feeling of love, as I must have been too much affected by the feeling of love shown in the hindi movies.
With me inviting my cousin and her every time going out for movies, Pee surely felt something different.
"Oyee, talai yeuta kura sodhaun hai?? (Hey, can I ask you something??)" He couldn?t keep his curiosity with himself that day.
"Bhan na (Tell me!!)"
"Talai tyo Christian man parchha ho??(Do you like that Christian??)"
Blushed I was, and I fired back, "Nakara mula, tero dimaag kharaab bhayo ki k ho?? (Shut up idiot; have your mind gone crazy??)"
"Hoina man parchha bhane kina naboleko naatak garchhas?? (Why do you act of not speaking if you like her??" He retaliated.
"Jhan m*$i, ticket lina sajilo huncha bhanera lyaayo, jhan k k bhando raichha..nakaraa Mula (I just bring her so that we can bring her so we get ticket easily, and you are trying to set me up for that??)" I tried to sound angry, but failed apparently.
"Hyaa m*$i, hoina talai man parchha bhane tellai bhan matra bhaneko. (Nope, I just wanted to say, tell her if you love her, that?s all.)" He concluded.
"Aafno man parya lai char barsa dekhi tulu tulu herya herai matra garchha, aajha malai sikaunchha sale (You haven't even spoken to one you love for last 4 years, now you are teaching me.)" I shouldn?t have said all this, but words had come out and couldn?t be taken back.
I may have hurt Pee, he remained silent.
That day and for one or days after two, I felt little different about the feeling I have for her, but I was not sure if that was feeling of love or something else but it sure was feeling of coziness I had with her, and only with her those days, which I forgot to analyze on upcoming days.
I hadn?t any feelings about the cross cultural boundaries we had in our society, but after this incident I sure felt, it was an unnecessary propaganda set up by some people who want other people who are in minority in our society as outlaws.
My mom had invited her family to our mamaghar for the yearly festival (jatra to be exact). She sure was happy as she had no near cousin of herself whom she can hang out with, and feeling of going to a mamaghar must have overwhelmed her. I myself had been little uncomfortable at first as I was sure, my other cousin would make big fuss about it and will tease me, but I cared less for that She and her mother(her father was busy somewhere) visited my mamaghar with us that year, and they sure enjoyed every moment of it. The jatra itself had been a very new experience for her, with the coloured lakhes dancing around, people gathering at streets to catch the glimpse of dances, people fighting just to get chance to play the Dhime and Narsingh, jokers wanting people to laugh with their silly acts. She sure had felt good; she showed that with a spark in her eyes.
But after that visit they made, there was another big fuss at my mamaghar rather than fuss my cousin would have made.
It was fine until, somehow, my mamaghar family found out they were Christian after all, and they told my mom not to bring them another time around.
When I heard that, I felt a anguish in my mind, anger in my eyes, and I made promise to myself, I will never visit my mamaghar again, if they have such narrow thinking. Promise didn?t last forever, but I sure didn't visit my mamaghar for another 7 or 8 months.

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Posted on 03-15-05 10:58 PM     Reply [Subscribe]
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>>>>Wassupnirman you're getting jealous of ardent's fan again...are you nirman or nirmala????????????????????? "all in jest""

aani hush ji...puppy ho ki k ho aasti nai dieyko lecture bhulyo ki k ho..:-P..ki pheri diun..
and m not jealous of ard's work, it is simply outstanding and My apllause for his works...((((((((((Taliyaan)))))))))....he sure is doing great with his humour....
 
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hey indi lai mero offer....Mero editor banne.....;-)...Story ko editor..tmro flirty nature and outstanding poem answers impreeessed me....would love you editing my works...serious offer...but no payment..:-P
 
Posted on 03-15-05 11:41 PM     Reply [Subscribe]
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Wow...fresh episode...cool....story getting interesting!!! next part please....he he he
 
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"When I heard that, I felt a anguish in my mind, anger in my eyes, and I made promise to myself, I will never visit my mamaghar again, if they have such narrow thinking. Promise didn?t last forever, but I sure didn't visit my mamaghar for another 7 or 8 months." I like your that attitude Nirman ji. Ardent, Do you have done the same thing?? Just curious!!

 
Posted on 03-16-05 12:02 AM     Reply [Subscribe]
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K ho sristiji...ardent le mann choryo ki k ho...just curious...hehehehehehe..mero story le jammai ko lop paryo jasto chha...hehehehehehe...
Just Kidding
Nirman
 
Posted on 03-16-05 12:05 AM     Reply [Subscribe]
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Ya i would have done the same thing SRISTI...except that gal got to be SRISTI...he he he .......and why r u curious Sristi?? now i am curious about it....he he he
 
Posted on 03-16-05 12:08 AM     Reply [Subscribe]
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heheheehhehehe..hansayo.........hehehehehehehe
 
Posted on 03-16-05 12:13 AM     Reply [Subscribe]
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Thank you very much for your kind words Ardent. You made my day!! And Nirman ji keep posting the new episode. Eagerly waiting!!!
 
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okay sristi ji will post it soon..have patience....pratikshya ko faal mitho hunchha..:-P..;-)
{*_^}..Nirman...
aani congrats Ardi U just made someone's day...
 
Posted on 03-16-05 8:46 AM     Reply [Subscribe]
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He he he ....SRISTI....U made my day ne.....he he he ....
 
Posted on 03-16-05 9:39 AM     Reply [Subscribe]
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Every one is making each other day here, getting interesting. Nirman broda, mero saanu suggestion. Yo thread ko side ma momo pasal kholnu parla jasto cha, Definately chalcha. God damn i will be making good money. Sabai jana ko dating spot bhako cha, yo thread, definately every one is gonna visit this thread.




Any one wanna be my momo cook. Malai ta wrap garna pani aaudaina.




Bhok laagyo momo ko naam sunera.

 
Posted on 03-16-05 8:55 PM     Reply [Subscribe]
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hehehe harke dau thanx for proposal...malai ni momo banauna aaundaina...hamro indi ra ruina lai aaunchha ki...aaunchha bhane dubai jaanalai bolaunu parla...hehehehe..aakhir bhe garecchi khana kehi kaam ta garnuparyo ni......la harke dai pasal kholna lai thalihalaun..aaru kohi interested waiter banna....:-P..;-)...hehehehe
 
Posted on 03-17-05 2:38 AM     Reply [Subscribe]
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arko part...hope u all will enjoy...

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Time passed in snap, and before I knew the finals of the class nine was there to hit me hard. I was too busy with the movies and music to get time to study. And the mark sheet of that year showed its results. I was barely hanging on the first division marks. I knew the time I held my mark sheet on my hands that back home I am going to get a nice "treat" from my Mom. I was dead scared. And scared enough I rather stayed out at Pee?s till late. That was another mistake I made. When I got back home, mom had already got that negative vibes from my behaviors. Silently, she just asked for the mark sheets. Frightened, I handed it. I had no explanations to make and she had no ears to accept any even if I had. Without a hint, she slapped my face, and in quick reflex, I tried to avoid it. I could not avoid it, else it hit my nose, and blood dripped from my nose. Must have been "blood effect", she silently went away from me. I went out from our room and silently went to rooftop with the blood dripping. I had failed this time and I felt as my mom hated me enough; she had never hit like that before. I felt like running away from home, away from my mom?s eyes, I couldn?t excuse myself. I hated myself for being such a fool. I sat there silently cursing myself.
After half an hour or so, ?She? (don?t confuse this with my mom) came there. Red is color of love, but blood red must have negative effect in girls. Seeing the dry blood in my hands and traces of blood dripping from my nose, I saw a fearful look and anguish in her eyes. Sooner, tears were dripping from her eyes, and that was least thing I wanted. She went silently downstairs, with tears in her eyes.
Sooner, she came back to rooftop, and lent me a handkerchief soaked in water. I took it silently and cleaned up the bloods from my hands and face. I hadn?t noticed but there were stains of blood in my shirt too (that shirt remained a lesson learnt for me). I was thankful at least she was there for me, at my hardest time. Here she was whom I can lean on when nobody else was there to believe me.
I didn?t know what else I could do to get an excuse from mom. But I gathered enough courage and went to mom?s room.
"Ma", She looked towards me and I saw tears in my mom?s eye. That made me feel even guiltier, and feeling myself as a culprit, I couldn?t stop myself and tears were dripping from my eyes too.
"I am sorry, Ma" I couldn?t find another word, "I will do better next time."
Maybe she believed in my words and without saying another word, she hugged me. That was what I needed, and I thought I would study harder this time around, and show the world what I can do.
Although I didn?t studied that hard in all the subjects this year, but I excelled in the mathematics this time around which proved to be the turning point for the career I choose later on?Thanks mom for letting me know how important study is when u have no other assets?although that was hurting?.

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Posted on 03-17-05 3:13 AM     Reply [Subscribe]
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Very touchy this episode. You are a good writer Nirman. I wished I could also lend my handkerchief to someone..LOL...Ardent where are you?? And i made your day re..Oh i am honoured!!!
 
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Posted on 03-17-05 5:31 AM     Reply [Subscribe]
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Nirman ya i agree with SRISTI...this episode was bit touchy...and also that u r good writer...he he he ....no doubt....AND SRISTI ...aap bulayee auur hum na ayee yaisa ho sakta hai kya??? he he he.....Well SRISTI....i also need a handkerchief...so who can lend me...he he he ...and also the above "JADU KI JHAPPI" ...he he he ....
 
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aarko part...yespaali surprise for everyone...two parts this time....hope u all will enjoy...hey swaati ji..that was nice pics...yeah hug takes away lots of pain...

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The min pachaas this time was fun for me. My one cousin had bought a skating and I spent lot of time learning that skate and failed apparently. I would fall most of the time and had lots of scars and skin wounds, but learning experience was huge fun. We were still fan of the table tennis and my cousin had excelled in that, I would be beaten by him with his left hand. Pee and I would make a huge collection of the AR Rehman?s best song collection for ourselves. That time, I got the grip of the best records of Beatles and the doors and got to know what made them from common people to a Legend. We had controlled our obsession towards movies as Pee was also scolded by his parents. The FM stations were there to hit the town and there were craze for it everywhere. We would record the latest songs from the airplay as most of time we would be broke to buy every cassette we loved. The FM station was just as an angel?s gift to us as we could hear every song we wished to hear.
The class ten started with a surprise for Pee and me. We were there to admit ourselves together this time also. I had stayed at Pee?s this time and early in the morning we were there at school to admit ourselves together. There was huge crowd when we got there and with much hard effort we got ourselves admitted together. We were happy, but our fate had another destiny for us.
With our roll numbers as odd as 223 and 224, we were sure that we would be together in the same class. But there was strange rule in our school that time, the students securing more that 75% of marks were kept in the special section to excel their performance and that hit us hard as that was the reason we get separated in different sections. He was the last roll number in one section and I was first roll number in another. We were separated and that was a surprise start for us.
But this separation did a good thing for us. We had different notes to share in the SLC as we were in different sections and it helped us more in our Iron Gate journey.
This time around, I remember less of the mates of the class 10. In that class I was only to study as I made least friends there, most of time I would be hanging out with Pee and another friend, who had came into our so called group of two.
His name was Mohan and we would call him ?Pyare Mohan? or ?T-3? meaning taalu, tuiyaan and terminator. He was little bald and would be furious most of time to be called terminator. He was our friend and Pee and I loved his company anyways.
Now there were three of us in our journey toward the Iron Gate. We had ups and downs, we had fun and fury, we had thrills and chills in between the journey and we loved each part of it, the sweetest memories to cherish forever in life.

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The journey had started, and I had fastened my seatbelts for my journey. And in between this journey, I was too busy to prove myself. I would almost forget about her in times, but whenever I remembered her, she would be just there for me (I must have taken her as granted to ignore her that much). We had very little time together this year as I would be too busy either practicing the mathematics with my FM stereo on with full sound (Math and music, Best blend of study cocktail..;-), or with tuitions or hang outs Pee and I had together; but each moments she and I had together had made a deep incisions in my heart, which I remember with vivid details.
That day, I had holiday at my school for some occasion, I don?t remember exactly what it was but it was free day for me. I stayed at home till mid afternoon listening to music and doing the mathematics most of times, recording the songs air played that I loved in between the time. That day must have been lucky day for me, as that day I had recorded two cassettes full of songs from FM station. The FM station only played till noon at that time, and after noon, being bored just staying at home I gathered the cassettes I had recorded and got ready to go to Pee?s place where I could edit the songs I want most and make another hit collection of ours.
With no one at home, I locked all the doors and went to her room to keep the key. There were no one at her place, I just left the key on table and left the room.
There was a small courtyard just behind my room. I never open window at that side as it was just next to the open soak pit and would give pungent smell most of time. As I was leaving the home, I spotted her there at courtyard writing something all over. I stopped for the moment and there I saw what made me stunned and blushed at the same time. She was writing N+I all over (her name started with I), and just then she noticed me. Our eyes met, and I could feel blush in her eyes. She was turning red from white, and without moment loosing she tried to erase all the N+I she had written, and she went away from there as quickly as she could. There was still one N+I remaining, and those N+Is had already made my mind disturbed, heart pounding and face blushing.
I didn?t remember anything in between the way, and before I knew I was at Pee?s place.
?Oyee, yeuta kura suun na (Hey, listen this yaar.).? I wanted to share all the things with Pee.
?Bhan (tell me)?
?Usle ta malai maan paraunchha jasto laagyo yaar (I think she loves me).?
? Ko?? Ko ?usle??? (Who?? Who does??)? he was confused.
?Taile aasti bhanekole k? haamisanga basne chha ni.(The one whom u said last time?the one who shares our apartment)? I tried to explain.
?Yehh!! Christian?Malai pahile thaha thiyo, tehi bhayera talai aasti bhaneko (oh!! that Christian, I knew it before, that?s why I told you all those before).? He had felt the spark lot before I did. ?Talai mann pardaina??(Don?t you like her??)? He added.
?Khoi yaar, Malai thaha chhaina?(I don?t know!!!)? It was my turn to get confused now.
?Get yourself fixed yaar,thaha laaga, mula?? He tried to suggest me.
But I was too much confused, and I didn?t know if I was really in love with her or something. I felt a different kind of comfort whenever she would be around in my difficult times, I wanted to make her smile forever, I loved to see her happy, I loved each and every thing she did for me, I loved her company but I wasn?t sure if that was called love. I just stood there confused with turmoil of the illusion of love.

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Your sense of Humour is great Ardent and i simply love it. And Ardent mine that handkerchief was meant exclusively for you..LOL.and i wish that someday i can give you that "JADU KI JHAPPI" too. But you got to wait for that though coz. i need to know you in detail ne hoina ra...LOL. But you always make my day!!!!
 
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Nirman !! Thank you very much for putting up two episodes. It was pleasing to read. Nice one really. And by the way Ardent i am thinking to write S+A for the moment..LOL .coz. i don't know your real name ne.. LOL Would you mind giving your real name or just the initial alphabet of your Name?? LOL.
 



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