Ordeal of that night

Didnýt know what time it was but beautiful hadigau was in deep sleep although quietness of the night was constantly being challenged by a few notorious stray dogs. Bange and I were silently sitting on one of the steps to Kisnamandir facing west. We were gone to Baudhha for some jadi buti and chhyang. Pasang gave some really good stuff that evening, we thought. Chabel bata hindai eghar bajna lai sakya thyo kyare. A light crisp breeze was carelessly wandering around. Only thing that seemed obviously missing was the swinging presence of regular drunkards roaming around with all sorts of mixed partial songs. For reasons unknown, we were in no haste to return home. Suddenly, I felt a wave of fear surging inside me. I heard something at distance and before I could react a milk-white horse passed through Bhuteswor with lightning speed. Aghast! I threw my popped up eyes at Bange who simply smiled looking at me. *Did you see that?* I asked with disconcerted voice. *saw what?* Bange casually asked. *A white horse---did you not see it pass through with blazing speed a moment ago?* Bange responded with a question without even looking at me *And who was the jockey---Bhuteswor himself?*


No one was riding that horse but I did not tell that to Bange. Instead, I got more terrified for I saw something I was not supposed to see- a ghost may be. Hadigau was infested with ghost stories and most of them were stale but I thought now there will be a fresh one about how Deep died the next morning after seeing a white horse at Bhuteswor. I got up and asked *hin mu** Bange ghar jam* . *Bange got up and instead of taking the steps to the road walked around the temple and headed toward the back of that kisnamandir under the giant peeple tree. --ka hinya ta ye mu**?ýI asked with shaky voice. Ignoring my fear he replied *pakh na ta mu** darpok ek ***o mutera aam ani jamla ghar* and disappeared behind the mandir. I was standing there alone. A few seconds may have passed by---I could not stand there alone so I also headed behind the temple ýye mu** Bange bhandai* but neither Bange did reply nor did I hear him shooting. Worried I almost ran toward the back of the temple. Bange was nowhere around. I circle around the temple. Bange disappeared. I knew he was hiding somewhere looking for an opportunity to exploit my fear. I called ýBange!ý No response. I kept calling him with more shaky voice each time. Nothing. Then I screamed, ýye ma$%#@ Bange!ý This time not Bange but Ghorpa, the barber yelled back in Newari with some foul flavor for disturbing his peaceful night.

I came back to Bhuteswor. There was this triangle shaped shrine that hosted a typical looking Bhairavýs face. Had seen that face thousands of time but that night I got scared with him- the Bhairab. People used to say you should never stare at the Bhairab unless you wanted to be dead rather abruptly. I was scared with ghost and the god both, and Bange is nowhere to be seen. What was I supposed to do?

I stood there totally confused facing west just left to the Bhairab. I thought of running to the left toward sarsotithan to get to my house but just then I felt like the ground was shaking. Earthquake too? Damn! I was losing myself. Suddenly the white horse appeared near the Bhimsenthan and vanished again. A chill ran down my spine. I faced left and as I was about to run toward my home I heard *toom toom chhya---toom toom chhya* the newari baja they used to play while carrying the dead body to the last rite place cross dhobikhola. Baja ko saath saathai aaimaiharu royeko awaz pani aairaheko thyo---tyo pani merai ghar jaane bato tira baata. ---

Baja ko saath saathai aaimaiharu royeko awaz pani aairaheko thyo---tyo pani merai ghar jaane bato tira baata. I had to enter a galli, and go through a dark chibal before getting to my house. I was already scared with the idea of going thru that dark galli and chibal and now on top of that ýtoom toom chhya ý was approaching me from the direction I was about to run to. Then I heard a scream on my right and saw someone jumping from one of the temples and run toward the orlao. It was Bange. *Deep!* he screamed and disappeared running down the oralo. I followed calling him. *Bange---Ye Bange---Ye mu** Bange---* Bange did not stop but kept on running through dhunge dhara, turned right toward dhobikhola but swiftly changed direction and with amazing speed ran toward panchedhara. I was running behind him like crazy. The sound of toom toom chhya was being overshadowed by the sound of women wailing. Why are these women crying so loudly and why are they taking the dead body to masan at this weird hour? The thought crossed my mind as I was chasing Bange.

ý Chyaý I heard a familiar voice.

Bange looked back a couple of times but did not stop running. I did not know why was he running and what was I chasing him for. Bange crossed Panchedhara and ran up that jogi kuti dhisko. On the top of that dhisko was a crumbling kuti or hut known as jogi kuti. People used to say there used to be a jogi long ago but died later. Even in day time, I had never dared to go there. Bange climbed up the dhisko and stood by the jogi kuti. I also climbed up to the jogi kuti to catch up with Bange but when I reached there I did not see him. Now, I was there standing at the place where I never dared to visit even under the brightest sun. I was completely freaked out. ýMa^%$# Bange, ke kich kich gari ra huh aadha raatma?ý I screamed. No response. I could see chabel, dhumbarai, hadigau kisna mandir very clearly. Poornima hudo hoýthe moon seemed quietly stationed up in the clear sky. I did not dare getting inside the jogi kuti at that hour of the night but decided to circle the kuti very cautiously. I kept thinking I would pass out any second cuz my heart was giving up and my mind was getting numb. Another wave of terror badly struck me when I saw a body lying at the back of the kuti. Thousands of goose bumps blanketed my body. Bange! I shouted. Damn! Bange is dead or just fainted? I did not know. When I went close enough to the lying body I realized it was not Bange but was our club captain Dharma dai. Je paye pani taanthyo Dharme ---aaja kaha bata ke tanera aayechha ra yaaha ladechha. I thought. Na mari sakyo! I got terrified. I felt a bit better it was not Bange but where is he?

I stared back at dharmeýs face for no specific reason. He suddenly smiled. I terribly freaked out ---and just then a vulture landed on dharmeýs chest and ripped out his intenstines---I saw Bange jumped off the jogi kuti---I also jumped off screaming ý*Bangeeeee!*

I got up. Saw Bange lying face down just by me on my left side. On my right, I saw wavering steam escaping the glasses and kept chasing for a few seconds until it disappeared. With a smile, I grabbed a glass and said *Bange, ooth chya selauna lage chha*.


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Bangele ni birseko chhaina rey bhanthyo yo kura.

balla phursad bho padhna.... worth the wait k bhanne it was jus awesome ek dui choti chahi aniteem tira ali sankha lage thyo ending ko or else it was jus awesome!

Baaap re, thatz a long somethin'! Wat iz it? is it a story?

Well, if itz a joke, plz tell me in short hai. aani, story bhaye summery bhannu malai, aani novel bhaye chai dont tell me ke itz novel!



Pease Out!

Deep sir!

lekhdai garam jasley jesukkai bhaneni..padhni haami chhandain chham kyarey!!! ek dui lyan lekhna nasekeni lukiluki padhamla..........tyo handigawon ko bhuteswore ko waripari ta aub wo nahi raha....tya ta sikhandi travels lay mazza ko 6 taley ghar banayera mathi danas restaurent 10 bajesi, tala manakamana jani ticket bechni, bichha gharbeti basdo raicha...manchhey hernoos tapainko woredore 10 bajesi..thumri nanchni maiyaa haru ta kati kati....khyaal ramailo chaina ra tyan anchel!!! paila ko bhuteswore ta yi khali yai kathama matti......

shaq bro,
glad you got some minutes to spare. So, is the party ready to take off? hope to see you in DC gathering, baaal nadine hola tara shaq bro le hami jasta lai-----

no Way,

joke rey? No way. Story? Noo way. Novel? Noooo Waaaay! Ordeal is what you think it is. What does it matter what I say it is?

Jira dai,
Damn! really? Bhuteswor got a chha tale building that hosts a dance restaurant rey? oho! ani raati das baje si taruniharuko taati lagchha rey? meri bassai! tikas kinne paisa jamma garera afno gaam tira lagnu paryo ki ke ho ta? wait a second, Jira dai, tyo taruniharu Shikandi jasta ta hainan hola ni? Tyo Sikhandi travels ko naam bhane malai tyatti man parena. Tikas kinera hasyang fasyang garera pugyo bhuteswor, bhare ta sikhandi marka taruniharuki taati lagyo bhane ta ---oodaaayooo sapana sabai huri le-- gaune bela hunchha n ta feri!

Jira lai dherai din pachi yeta dekhda khushiko simana rahena..

ani Deep daiko katha le diushai tarsayo.Kalopulama jahile pani madhya ratma Seto luga lagako le tarbar dance garera hairan garthyo...lakhetna aaunthyo bich pulama puge pachi..ani pari puge pachi chai tarbar thadyayera" Talai pakh , Arko palta thik garaula bhanera pharekera janthyo..."Aja rati marine Ragat ookalera marine bhaiyo" Bhanne dar jahile pani ".Rati rati tyo bato hidnai nahune. Jay nepalbata ratiko show sidhyaera ghar aaunda ni darai darai hinnu parne..jhan tesmathi tyo bash ko Ghari thiyo thyakkai kalopulko mukhaima..ani ali ali hawa lagda ni tyo basko ghari karauthyo...kat kat kat kat..garera...ani Pul talako Gaiko sino sashai pherna namilne garera ganaunda ta ali ali bha sash pani banda ....Dauda Daud huntyo ..gayatri mantra japdai.. sifalko ukalo tira..

Tyo dhoibikhola, kalopul, dhobikhola ko bagar,ani handigaaunma aayeko paribartanko barema maha kabya nai lekhna pugcha..pratham khanda ma purana kura haru ra Doshrho khanda ma naya kura haru..

Deep daiko ghar mero kaushi bata ajhai pani dekhincha tara kun chahi ho bhanera chuttyauna dhau dhau ..dash barsha pachi ghar jandako behal..

Ani Deep dai dc aaune re..Ma ni hunchu..bhet hola bhanne assha cha..tyo Ocean city tira rat rat shivaratrima jagram basya jasto party tira chahi ma nalagau hola..tara shani barko bhetgahat chai garnu parla..baru ahile ka ho malai khabar gari rahe huntho ki...Bashne khane thau ta cha hoina...Hehe..sodhi rakheko ni..

Jira !! welcome back ..re kya ajha jhan lastma..Janne bhayera..

marich dai,
tyo kaalo pul ko ta jhan ke kura garai bho ra---samjhaidiyera behal bho----

One afternoon, a few of us were gone to the airport (gauchar). Of course, we went to tha airport neither to receive nor to see off any one. Airport was one of those hang out places at some point in our life. Hiked to the airport through Bagmati banks and sat for a while on the east side of the runway swinging conversation covering almost every spectrum of life we knew about. More the sun lowered on the western skies, chillier the breeze got. So, came down to the east side of Gujeswori temple and walked as fast as we could dodging human/non human litter and keeping the stinky air off as much as possible from our breathing system. Strolled west ward and from Gaurighat hiked south up to Kailash. After a quick shiva bandana, we headed west again and through Pashupati ko Guru temple approached Mitra park and continued west then turned left to Bhandar khal. Sat there warmed up for a long long time pointlessly watching Maitidevi and beyound. Lad.dai pad.dai got off from the height and from that small galli headed west north west toward kalo pool. Tya pool ma aayesi one of us said, "ma pet halungo parera aauchhu---" and headed, nicely swinging, on the side of bridge to find a secure place. We stood there as quietly as possible but not very successfully. ahile aaula ni chhaina bhare aaula ni chhaina tyo pool muni gako jadya sathi. Jati bolaye ni he was not responding. It was dark around there and we were in the position where we could barely see things even under the light. Don't know how much time we spent lanthyang manthyang gardai---finally found the friend relaxing with pants down--- Damn jadya ta pet halung parda pardai kun bela achet bhaye chha. Tyo jadya saathi lai hami jadya le ghar lyauda ko katha feri arkai chha.

deep bro le pheri dincha time time ma, aauna bro dc , afu le dherai thau ta thachaina tara will give u the best!

Ani tyo airport ta hami ni janthyo tara arko end tira koteshowre ma bacha ma chai churot tanna tyo runway ko cheu ma gayo ani euta pale dai hunhyo tyo end ko post ma, guff gardai basyo pahile ta free thyo , pachile ta fence lagaecha ... it used to be nice to watch those planes as they take off, huna ni tyo plane ma ta sab basera udheka chan ni kasaile dekhecha plane bhakhar udda tala bata...
hope to see u in dc deep bro ani eso ek dui ta kata sunum hai teti bela pani.

Deep
I knew u had written something recently.
Hey, may be not your best work but still enjoyed reading. I thought the white horse will turn out to be a white dog or something, but ..hehe a twist.
You must be reading a lot of Stephen Hawkings lately, read Dan Brown for a change..good thriller.
Hey, my Nepali 'awalokan' for your story is due, may be on your next work.