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?

Really enjoyed reading all your feedback.... Thanks a lot for taking time and reading my memories :) Once I started writing I could not stop.

Ruina and Rose sis... you have been through the same situation at a younger age re. I dunno how that flles. We did have hostelers that were tiny, ani normally they became even more shy. I wonder why.

InDisguise jyu, heheh 12 yrs. old huda tiny buns ta huncha ni :P.. and well ;ater the schedule wasnt so tiring.. sorta got used to it. Ani kaan ko tukra ko baarey ma ta.. 18 days after the incident it was operated. I did not get a chance to see how my ear looked at that time either. Only my parents and the doc saw it kina ki it was covered all the time.

Ardent jyu, hmm... you are a really observant person. You have noted the small details too. Was really fun to read your posting. About the lesbian activities, well when they were young they were each other's hans. By the time they were 14.. they started kissing, and I never found out if anything more ever happened. Though BAD things did happen later.

Last but not the least, new user ji, I thought I really was sent to hell in the first year but then grew to love the place. So now when I remember it, I remember it with a love in my heart, not anfer on my eyes:)

About the lesbian activities, well when they were young they were each other's hans
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oops thats fans not hans

As I cant stop writing anymore, I should just go ahead and post this one too ...hehe
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The VDJS hawaa was touching all people. There was this 10th grader that started sending me some cards too. She wrote songs like ?Aye ho mere zindagi mein tum bahaar banke? and ?Nile Nile ambar pe chand jab chaye.? But after some time I had had too much. With the inspiration of my friend Anita, I picked up a fight with the 10th grader. My other friend Anisha was also willing to fight for our sake. As a result there was a big war and card shreds all over the hostel corridor. We were about to hit each other, but our friends stopped us.That must have been one og the mo st aggressive fights witnessed by the hostel.

Anisha who was also from Nepal had the hawaa touch her a bit too much. There was a girl named Dipika who liked her. Anisha and Dipika would sit on Anisha?s bed and chat through the night. They would even be staring at the moon during at times.(Goddddd what did they get out of that). Sometimes their talking disturbed me so much that I shouted at them.

Our other Indian room mates were nice people too. The only problem was that they were a bit of a miser. When they ate the food they brought back from home, they would only give us one spoon each. The three of us were a bit different though. Winter holidays had just got over (it was only for 20 days which went away like a breeze). It was like a compulsion for us to bring 1 carton of wai-wai, tuna, tang, titaura, durkha, pickles, chewing gum, chocolates and some other things of our choice. We had a big aluminum trunk where we kept our combined tuck. And everyone was free to dig in. Within 15 days we were completely foodless... Once, we were so mad with our Indian room mates for not sharing their food that we made them eat tuna and chicken wai wai. (They were vegetarians.) We also spit inside their water bottle once. (I am not proud to admit that though!!)

Dashain was the only time when the school took us out to eat meat as it was a compulsion for Nepali people to eat meat at that time (we had no idea who had told the school administration that). But I did not have to go out because my parents came to India during dasain so that I did not miss them. My parents put tika on approx. 30 Nepali girls and gave them chocolates and chicken. Some girls cried and my mom cried along with them. But me, nope I had promised not to cry .

And that was my eighth grade. The most uneventful year of my stay in VDJS. Maybe I was new so did not really do a whole lot, but a year had passed by. I was improving academically too. And there was also a certain boost in my confidence. Maybe the independence helped. Maybe Sanju maam?s strictness helped, but whatever it was, it was my first step towards being a complete person.

Rythm sissss.....yep...i went far far away at the age of 7....and came to the western word when i was 14 but this time ofcourse with my parents. hehe. Keep going and now i am curious to hear the story from this Dan....but i think i need to take a day off to read it. ;))

Rythm jee, Its a nice story,
So in the year 1996, when I was 12, my parents made a decision that would affect the rest of our lives.>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
I also very well remember somewhere u said u completed your 8th grade in 1997. So combined both sounds like u were 12 years old for 2 years. Balla ta bujhe kasari 12 years ko huda timi le 8th standard ma padhyo bhanera.

Ani hajur, hostel jaada five star welcome huncha bhanthannu bhako, sodheyo bhane "i was 12 that time bhanne hola" huna ta ma pani 12 ma nai hostel gaako ho tara ma chai bharkhar class 6 ma thiye. 12 yeas ma 8 class oh man man man u must be intelligent.

Keep on coming, I will keep on comenting.

lol harke dai... My birthday is in September.. so on 1996... October when my parents decided I was already 12. When I went to school on April 1997.. I was still 12.. makes any sense to you??? And i did not say completed I said joined when I was 12. :)

Looks like it makes sense, but still difficult to believe if any one can attend class 8 at the age of 12. hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, still thinking hard.

After spending two years with my parents in the USA I returned to Nepal and was admitted to Modern Indian School.>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Did u attend any school while in usa ? if u have then technically ur study should be delayed, coz usa ma u r admitted as per ur age. Bole to u r not admitted until u r 5, nepal ma gaye pachi 5 year ko haru class 1 ma huncha. And I know for sure they wonn't admit u in class 2 at that time. Kasari 12 yeras ma class 8 ma gayo.

Ani arko kura, that doesn't make sense is, hajur ko school delhi ma bhannu bhako hoina. I mean around delhi ? Delhi ma school ani vegeterian ? Sounds interesting. Sounth india tira bhako bhaye pani ho ta ni bhannu, Delhi ma, where there is a huge population of Panjabi and sardarjees, vegeterian ? Mero dimag le chai receive garna gaaro manyo kya alikati.

Delhi ko around ma school ma no fan I mean slow moving high fan ? Sounds interesting. Malai pani tyo school herna maan lagyo aba chai kasam ho.

Hehe harkedai.. yo kura pani lets take care of. I was studying in Nepal in grade 3 and I was 7 yrs at the time when I went to USA. There my parents tried to admit me in grade 4 tara because of my age I was admitted in grade 3 again.

I went back to Nepal around May of 1994, and I was immediately admitted to grade 5 in MIS, and I was 9 at that time. To be 10 in september. so 6 join garda was 10, seven join garda was 11, and 8 join garda was 12. tara by the time I completed my one year in a certain grade I would be a year older. So if you calculate.. I was 15 when I gave my tenth boards which isnt so bad. And I was 17 when I passed out of 12th. I was to-be 18 on the same year though. Now does that make any sense?? hope it does.

And about the vegeterian school. Our founder father.. god rest his soul, he just died a few days back on a helicopter crash, was a pure Madwadi. As our school was a private one... managed by the Jindal family it was vegeterian. Any more questions? I will be happy to answer.:)

No more questions. I think that answers my curiosity. Well, u look like preety intelligent person. So what time did u go to US (thinking u r in usa now) ?

Sorry for asking to many questions, k garnu dui chaar question nagari believe garnai gaaro kya. heheheheheh.................................... Don't mind hai.


Well looks like u have some nice experiences. Will be my pleasure to read some more of ur experience.

harkedai!!good u stopped questioning!!!think it was time u stopped!!!;oP dyam let her carry on her story will u...interrogation after she is done ni ;o)....chorni lai bina bina choring chorney ko lai interrogate garyo bhaney ta kaha long sentence ma patauna shakcha ;oP..(can anyone understand that broken nepali?hehe..as they say...sidha garnu sakiona bhaney..bhangay garnu paryo...mero nepali ta chaina sidha..so hehe..logical aint it?;oP)

and kayho harkedai..dherai questioning....thinking of sending ur daughter(if u have one :o)...if not future one ;o)..) there?hehe paadha ta ma pani euta chori lai thiha padthai dim jato laagcha ;o)..(if i could afford ;oP hehe and if i had lots of choris in the future ;o)...saab lai diff diff experience ni and well..seems like rythm aka bhootni had a memorable one there :o)...abo bina memories wat will life be hoina?hehe..and i dun mind if i that future chori of mine becomes a lesbian cos i send her there..seems worth it ;oP...)

anyways back to rythm(oops bhootni ;oP abo timi lai sis bhani sakio..mero privelege cha hoina tyo naam ma bolaunu ;o)...well watever u say..ma ta well if i feel like bolaying..... bolauchu!!SUNIYO!!GRRRR ;oP....)

and just got time to read it :o)..(sorry wanted to do it yestrday nite but dyam ended up sleepn!!!DYAM ME!!!GRRRRR!!!!hehe...) type garna ma ta ajo control ma thiyo...until i read ur writings :o)...so here i am hehehe...dun blame me..blame urself ;oP...

and well....caarry on na ;o) CHITO!!!!!!GRRRR!!;oP....salla harkedai le garda..stop bhoyo!!!;oP

harkedai jiskayeko hai hehe...timi ta dai paryo...(naam le gardaa ;oP)...so namaskaar :o)...abo timi lai respect diyona bhaney malai dai bhanney le kaha respect dincha hoina?hehe...alik buddhi bhoyeko boini tanna banayo bhaney ..alik buddhi au da raicha ..try it and believe it ;oP hehe


ani rose ji ke re!!!ABUI!!:O:O timro shadow re :O:Oi wish!!!!GRRR!!!;oP i dunno which way u mean it hehe..but dyam u!!cant stop thinking it this way..the way im thinking right now hehe..and well ..:o).....(im speechless ;oP) anyways sorry for ruining ur morn plans then ;oP hehhe...i try not to next time..if i do it aagain ...hehehe dun blame me ;oP...

and u wanna hear story from me re?u wish!;oP hehe..im not a good storyteller :o)...and well...smtimes i do think are those memories i have real..or just me imaginations runnin wild...that i think is memories ...asked me mum once...how long were we in darjeeling..and she went..when did u go to darjeeling...;oP...

i mean dyam...i do remember the trains passing by...the "chiya baari ma" ;oP..
tea plantations hehe..the orange trees that me grandpa had in the backyard...(..distant related ...tho i called him granpa and well he is me grandpa who cares of relation!!!;o)...as long as i got him in me memories :o)..hehe)..dyam they picked so many oranges there during who knows wat season it was then hehe...and they were so tasty!!and juicy!!yum yum!hehe well can remember it was good and i was happy then eating them hehe..knowing how lobi i am..i think i hid as much as i could in me pockets..tho there are lots for everyone hehe..oh well smthings never changes...no buddhi then..no buddhi now ;oP...wahahaha...seriously i hope its not me imaginations going bonkers ..and im gettn mixed up with me memories :o)....

smtimes i do think wat did i think when i was young(dun u ?hehe i better hope so u do!!if not!well im normal!and ur not!!BHUJIO!!;oP..) ....cos vividly can see images of ppl carryin ..wat do they call it? that baamboo made basket on their head hehe.. and goin thru the house...to the backyard...(house seemed like a palace to me...seems like :o)..cant remember how it looked like etc..well i never cared about details ever i guess...just too lazy hehe..and well alikiti more switch on in feelins :o)..well i like to feel...i think so i do hehe..hope im not wrong hehe..)and well ...(this i know i totally me imagination..but i cant stop thinking of those trees as huge...and orange trees have thorns dun they ;o)..well u should know more than me...u know ur thorns ;oP hehe)anyways wahahaha ....dyam those thorns were so huge...used them as stepping stones to...climb up the tree..like a ladder...wahahaha..like spiral staircase ..they would walk up and up with the doko(now i remember the name ;oP)on hangin on their head from a strap..until well where the oranges were up there..and well pick them and fill up the doko and come down...which they did the whole day and yet the trees still had tonnes of oranges as tho nothing had been picked up...

dyam i think i read too many enid blyton books when i was young ;oP..wahahahha... and jack and the beanstalk too ;oP...seriously cant stop thinking of those scenes..when i do think of darjeeling :o)...(think wasnt darjeelin hehe near it ...oh well one day i will ask me mum to tell me all the stories...:o)...dyam i do miss her :o)...)oh yah that grandpa freakn locked me in!!!dunno wat bad i did hehe...but wahahaha...dyam was a cry baby then..(magic word is 'then'..get it ;oP...mero reputation kharaab garnu try garney hoina hai!!NABHA!!!!GRRR!!;oP hehe) forgot who opened the door for me after which seemed like eternity ..think i ran out of tears hehe...eithr me mum or me nice aunts..:o)...or grandma :o)..and i think i was given tanna juicy suntalas hehehe..dyam was i pampered :o)....

anyways hehe see rose ji..i shouldnt write stories :o)....cant hehe..and yap i guess i can type jpt..but that too have to control ..cos well if i did try typing to see how much i can type..im scared i wont stop :o)..and well time is smthing that might just not be there tomorrow hoina?hehe...and seriously dun have time :o)....so many things to do..and hehe..why do u wanna waste ur day reading a story i type anyways ;o)...hehe..tho it might take more than a day to really finish a story i write...if i write one ;oP...so well i try not to waste time and dun waste ur time...u dun try to waste ur time!!GRRRR!!u wanna blame me later for wasting ur time hoina!!!GRRRRR!!!jahiley pani malai blame!!:o( ;oP hehee

curiosity did kill the cat...mind u ;oP..STOP BEING CURIOUS!!DYAM U!!!im trying to quit typing!!and u...u...urghh...dyam i feel like typing now :o(...;oP hehe not type a story tho hehe...smtimes capability is needed too..not just trying :o)..tho trying is always good ;o)..and well didnt u read the pandoras box ;o)...im scared u are thinking of opening one ;oP...hehe..

anyways dyam got lots of things to do!!
Liverpool Vs Juve today!!WOOHOOO!!!..well it wont be all about football today in that match :o).... but well...me team better win!!!!DYAM IT!!!!salla gadda juve!!play like shit today hai!!for me pls ;oP hehe..(hmm if only some juve players did read sajha...who knows they might ;oP...and well...listen to me plea...seeing me so sincere about seeing them lose today ;oP hehe..well dream garnu bahani stop garnu try gardai chu hehe..dun blame me if i cant ;oP)

and rythm!!!look at wat ur sis made me type again!!!GRRRRR!!!u want ur dai or ur sis!!u have to make a choice!!!!!!;oP...have fun hehe

dun be surprised if i stop typing the next day ;o)...be happy for me :o)...(as tho anyone cares ;oP...well i did try me best to get some emotions out of u season hardeners ;oP hehe)

laters...
WOOOHOOOOO!!!!ma ta gaye!!!one more ass to go!!after that...errr more hyaaaaaa :o( hehe

danny

oops forgot to say smthing...

dyam that guy ^ is sick i tell u!!!!beware !!!;oP hehe

anyways....ruina hehe...timro pani writing garnu suru garaa ;o)....i sense some nice stuffs in those little memories u shared about ur sch back then hehe...share gara hai?:o) pls ;o) hehe

ardent bhai..u read everything?;oP...hindi lesson timi dhekin shiknu parcha hola..saab le haera na mero nepali lai jiskancha!!!!GRRR!!u be a good bhai and show them!!revenge gardio hai when ur dai sharram se cliff se haam phyal ke dubb maar gaye toh ;oP hehe..

and indi bro ....have u realised..(im sure u did ..but i feel like mentioning..stop me not ;oP)those once tiny buns ...most prob aint tiny now ;o)...ripe bhoi sakio hola...ke ke garnu ko lai ;oP wahahhaa..sorry folks...just doin me best to repent for the mistake which sajha rule says i cant take back...dai ko kaam gareyko ;oP wahhaha..

but really...a 12 yr old..sis with 2 ponytails(?) (forgot wat they call it and too lazy to go search wat ryhtm typed just now ;oP)..tied on her head..rushin off to class after she got herself ready..and as she ran...with her tiny buns...shaking hehe...well a scene to make u smile hoina ;o) hehe...well i guess im sick..but it does make me smile hehe..

anyways thats all folks....enuf for today..and hopefully for a while :o)..

good day again(..doesnt hurt to wish twice does it ;oP its just a wish anyways :o)...hope it did come true hehe..but wont for all..i guess..urghh..hehe)


danny

Good morning Shadow :)....well it is exactly what u think and even if not it might be the opposite...if you know what i mean?...well i assume not but then again whats new hoina ta? hhehe. Oh yea carry on with your stories i dont wanna hear how wonderful those oranges were but damn you reminded me of clilmbing the mango tree..i used to climb and throw the mangoes in peoples head lol..i was a good climber though ( damn now you are making me type grrrrr) Anyways come with unique stuffs...and please do check the commas and fullstops hai. Will be easy to read and i surely will sacrifice a day for it. :) About your question i was there for 5 years....but hmmm even if i was just 7 i had a sweet time...was veryyyyy strict but i guess i love to live around such surroundings.

damn yo dananah bhaney kto manche ho ki typewriter ho huh??? kati mattai lekhna sakya yalley ??? mero ta taukai dekhcha tyatro lamo padhyo bhani ... k k mattai lekhya hola babaaaa ...

dhannaa yasko tyo euta thread harayo aile ,,, tyo euta thyo ni, " lop u topah " bhanney ... babaa k k mattai lekhtyo yo dananah ley dhet ....topah topini bhanera hairan garthyo ....

hehe wt hell!!!was goin..and thot i wont read wat rose ji is saying..but dyam me..mero legendary control is gone these days!!!AMA!!!;'o( hehe ;oP...


rose ji...hehe...wt hell i was just gonna type and say bye...nice to see u and yap seriouisly another coincidence that i just logged in to reply to newuser in the footbal thread...and was typing there...and hehe saw u arrived :o)...well i do like to check sajha in few tabs when im here ;oP...so yap sunny day hoina?ur shadow is so well prominent ;oP

anyways alikiti pheri speechless by ur comments on the shadow :o)....dyam...am i thinking...right when i think ..ur thinking that?;oP hehe....assumptions does make well...dyam i should stop assuming :o(..but ke ho ..timi ley ta...urghh ;oP...anyways jay hoosss..who cares...im smiling ;o)...and u aint smiling like im assuming...let it be ;oP...

and do type more re?hehe time payeko bha maybe i would have give it a try :o)...but well herum :o)..u like me making a fool out of meself hoina?hehe..but well abo fool lai aru le fool dhekio bhaney?and accept the fool for the fool he is...fool lai aru ke chayo?a phool maybe ;oP wahahaha...

climb mangoe trees re?hehe now u reminded me of the trees i climbed!!GRRR!!!ever climbed coconut treees ;o)...and kayho....u threw mangoes at ppl..for free :O:O we had to climb ourselves to get thos phalphuls...hyaaaa dyam if only we had someone like u around who threw them for us hehe..well but eating wat u picked urself feels great hoina :o)...but hehe the majja of eating smthing ur frens picked is a diff feeln too ;oP....guess have to say alik nepal ko tree ta climb garnu paryo na...i hope so its the same...standard hehe...cos well dyam it!!im too thick!!i did consider meself quite a good climber...i thot 1st i take on the trees..next sagarmatha ;oP hehe...euta rock climbing ko wall pani climb garnu sakhio na...from then on just stuck to trees hehe..and well ke garney...these days...trees branches aint so strong ...hehe so alik daar laagcha...am always tempted when i do see fruits on top of trees ;o) hehe...

didnt u used to get beaten up for throwin the mangoes?hehe..cos if i did that...i most prob would have to stay there up on the tree for few days..who knows mths?;oP while they throw the rotten mangoes..and watver they find at me ..and most prob me jumping from once branch to another ..to duck those missiles hehe..u must have had some charm then to not get thrown at huh?;o) ..that charm still around?;oP or too many ppl trying to hit u these days..wwahahaha....;oP....

and i dun read me own typings :o)..cos
ma padhey ..padhey..dherai padhey..apho writings dherai padhey...hehe ;oP couldnt stop meself from changing some lyrics im listening to now hehe..

anyways ..so sorry for typos and spellings and..grammars..and vocabs...and commas..and full stops..and ..blah blah hehe..its a never ending list once i start saying sorry hehe

actually i dun read wat i write cos i know its a waste of time...so ur brain cells dyin these days eh?u do read?dun u?hehe...maybe they are dying cos ur reading wat i type wahahaha ;oP...seriouslsy i did once or twice read wat i typed..and realised how gibberish it was..only a person whos good in diciphering or likes diciphering would understand a bit and like the challenge of dicipering it hehe...oh i do like diciphering..but i gave up on diciphering me own typings ..so take me advice...yes its an advice!!!!not an opinion!SUNIYO!!im a bit worried about u now ;oP cos everyone gonna blame me...ur all ur brain cells dies hehe ;oP...plus ur rythm's sis ;o) hehe..well herum wat happens...i might just improve on me typings..without knowing it :o)...all i wanna say is...wait long long cos that day will never come ;oP wahhaahaha well nothing is perfect hoina...who knows one day...(if im not now hehe)i might just be the pefect example of imperfection ;oP...

and wat is unique stuffs?care to share?:o) hehe...cos well me expereinced only plain old same stuffs....thats why me an just a plain old me ;o) hehe..bhujio ;oP....did u ever think about it that i might not wanna write a story cos ..nothing to tell..born bhayeh...grow up gare...duud bhat...daal...tarkari...masu..shabji...fastfood...noodles..aru ke ke khayera..hehe dun wanna complain about food ;o)...all food is good ...as long as we get to eat..hoina ;o)....and well here i am now...ready to go and eat soon hehe..as soon as i finish this hehe...

and oh...i demand more than one day!!!if i ever did write ...aint i demanding?;oP but hehe cheers for the one day :o)...so 5 yrs there re?and had a sweet time re?5 yrs of sweet expereinces and memories...one sentence ma finish?DYAM U!!!start telling ur story!!learn from ur sis rythm!!!share!!!!!;oP hehe

and dyam this migt be getn long...mero bhuddi is tell me its gettn too long...so i will listen to it tho me head is thinking too much and me fingers feel a bit warmed up hehe...

have a good day....(goodnight from here ;o) hehe) btw u watching the matches?watver they are showing there..if they are showing it there...hehe...and oh yah one more thing ...i make u type re!!!KE RE!!!!!if u call that type!!!!wat do u call wat ur making me do!!dyam u!!!!GRRRRRRRRR!!!;oP

and korn bro...ma ta manchey ho ni ;o)...errr i think i am hehe...typewriter bha ta.. out of use date bhoisakeyko huntey ;oP...i mean...spoilt cos of over typings ;oP....alik mero tauko dhukio bhaney leknu maan lagcha...seems like mero headaches spreading..sorry hai bro ;o)..headaches matrai share garnu shakcha..aru kehi chaina..sacchai bhaneyko hehe..ke hi chaina?;oP hehe...

and thio thread ko still yaad cha?dyam i thot everyone forgot it...;oP....well abo thio kura haru ta public ma no more sharing ;o)...topahni lai hi bhandim timi dhekin?hehe..yaad raicha ni timi le ;o) hehe...anyways dun worry i think once was enuf for me ;o)...pugyo...timro turn bharu khoiley ho?lekha na..ma ta paadnu maan lagcha :o)...depending on the topic hehe..sheesh im biased!!!!!GRRR!!!;oP


gooday

danny

Aroo comments later.. ahile am getting late for school... so one more hai ta...
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It was April 1998 and we had reached grade 9. It was time for a new class room, a new room and new room mates. There was another Nepali in our class but she preferred to stay with some Indians. So we had 4 people in our room. Me, Anisha, Anita and my old friend Sharmila (who I had a huge fight with). We all got along fine so everything was working out great. As time passed by we started getting more and more naughty. We would have fights where me and Sharmila would tickle Anisha so much that she would be out of control. Slowly all our belongings would be out of the room.

The whole corridor would watch our play. If someone had complained Sanju maam, we would have never been able to walk again in our whole life. We still woke up every morning when the bal sudhar said hi to our buns. Sometimes I would wake up early. I would try to wake my room mates but they failed to listen to me. But as soon as I said ?Sanju maam is here,? they would be up and their bed would be as clean as it could be. Those days we did not get to meet bal sudhar.

Normally after dinner we Nepali people, which were around 10 would gather up in the hostel and sing and dance in Nepali. We were not allowed to make noise. But the beauty of rules are that they are made to be broken. The jealous Indians would join us. We would compete with them by doing hard dance steps. I remember waking up one morning with a real bad muscle pull. It was so bad that I could not even walk down the stairs. After Sanju maam was done with her evening walk, she would come to the hostel and all of us had to run for our lives.

Once my room mates were in the corridor singing and dancing their lives out. I was in the room though that day for a reason unknown. By chance Sanju maan came back early and my friends did not realize that. When they saw her coming towards them, they ran as fast as they could but had no luck. Sanju maam had spotted them already. She came inside our room. Anisha, the fastest one of us, had already slipped into bed and was acting to be sound asleep.

Sanju maam went to Anita and started scolding her. Anita stood there with her head stooped low. Her hair was short and came to her neck. Sanju maam went ahead to grab her right ear, but it was lost somewhere within the mass of hair. She tried and tried to grab her ear but the stubborn hair would not move out of the way. In the end Sanju maam put her hair aside, and then grab Anita?s ear and then give her a slap. When Sanju maam proceeded towards Sharmila, the first thing she did was put Sharmila?s hair aside. After she was done with Sharmila, she left the room. As soon as we were by ourselves we started rolling all over and laughing. The look on Sanju maam?s face was enough to make anyone laugh!!
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And one more... and then off to skool I go... hehe
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Our routine of singing and dancing continued, but we never got any beatings for it again. Sanju maam kept on going to different rooms and beat up different people for our noise. No one told her it was us, and we were not stupid enough to confess. As a result we were one of the ?good? students on her list.

One day our room?s tube light was out of order. So more than half of the corridor gathered in our room to dance on the ?disco light?. The movie Kuch kuch hota hai was very popular, so we all were shouting and dancing on top of our lungs on the song ?koi mil gaya?. All of a sudden we heard Sanju maam shouting from outside the hostel. Our noise was so loud that people walking outside the hostel could hear us. Sanju maam hearing our racket shouted, ?Room no. 54 chup karo.? As soon as we heard her voice there was a commotion in the room.

Everyone was trying to run out of the room. But Anisha who was the most scared of Sanju maam went to the door and blocked it with all hands and legs. She shouted ?Agar hum fasengey to saara corridor fasega.? (If we are caught, the whole corridor will be caught too.) People were trying their best to run out from below her legs. That was the funniest sight I had ever seen. We laughed and laughed and laughed. Sanju maam did not show up that day and we were again saved.

As holi the festival of colors comes by, people like me and my room mates get new ideas on how to be naughty and get away. We were not allowed to play holi in the hostel. Sanju maam had announced that if she found even a drop of water in front of anyone?s room, no matter who was responsible, the people who owned the room would be punished. We were naughty, but not dumb so though we use to sprinkle water all over people in the bathrooms, we never played in the corridors. Some people did not share our emotions though. There was water all over the corridor the day before holi.

Anisha, who was totally scared to Sanju maam started cleaning it all up. She took the sweeper bhaiya?s mop and started her work. I should say that she had done a good job, but when she entered our room she noted that there was some water left right on our door. As soon as we saw the water, we heard Sanju maam coming towards our room. We had very little time to act or else lose it! In the state of confusion all I could do was stare at the water. But Anisha took off the T-shirt she was wearing and started cleaning the water. After that she threw the T-shirt in the closet and tried her best to wear a fresh one but Sanju maam entered our room. ?Kapde achhi tarah se closet ke piche nahi badal sakti? Khulam khulla kya kar rahi he.? (Cant you change your clothes properly? Why are you doing it out in the open?) Then she walked out. We were saved but to this day we tease her about her act of desperation.

So the night approached. Holi was at 12 midnight and Sanju maam had warned us about not doing anything funny over and over again. We decided that if we did not do anything and went to bed we might be the victims of someone?s joke. So we decided that Anita should do some sleep walking. Anita walked out of the room with a pillow on her hand and a blanket wrapped around her. She went to the middle of the corridor and laid down there. We had to control our laugh because it was a sight!! Anita sleeping in the middle of the corridor and everyone peeking out their room to see what was happening. So, we told everyone how Anita had this habit of sleep walking as a child and at times she would strangle some people in her sleep. We took her to the room and now we were assured that no one would enter our room that night.

But Sharmila and I were not satisfied. We wanted something more. We took some poster paint and a paint brush and started entering rooms. We painted some people?s face and counted how many people were our victims. Sometimes we even put paint on our hands and went inside rooms and wished people good night by stroking their cheeks with our hand. We were successful till the time we entered this room and it was completely empty. It was 1 a.m. and the room was empty. Now that did not happen too often.

All of a sudden the seven people staying there barged in as fast as they could. We asked them what happened and the first thing they said was, ?Anita so gayi kyaa?? (Is Anita asleep?) We said that she was sound asleep and asked where they were.

One of them replied ?Hamey bathroom jaana tha magar darr lah rahaa tha. Is liye h umne socha ki agar ham saato hi jayengey aur Anita wahaa aagayi to hum eke k jhapad mar ke usey uthadenge. Akele jaatey to who hamey marr deti.? (Some of us had to go to the bathroom, but were scared to go alone. So we thought that if all seven of us go there and Anita arrives, we could all slap her once and wake her up. If we went alone she would have killed us.)

It took great effort for us not to laugh. But we convinced them that Anita only sleep walks once a night so she would not do that again. But that did not end the story. They had all been sitting in their rooms -- afraid that Anita might walk in, when all of a sudden there was a knock in their room. All seven of them dived to the door and pushed on it so that no one could come in. The person on the other side struggled to open the door for some time but was unsuccessful. So the person shouted ?Darwaaza khol nahi to sab ke sab ko marr dungi.? (Open the door or I?ll kill you all). And it was Sanju maam?s voice!! They went to their beds and sat down but a girl Monica was so scared that she kept on standing there. All others got a bal sudhar each on their buns, but Monica got it on her HEAD. And to think it was all because of us.

Well till the time we graduated, no one knew that Anita was faking that day. And next day the whole corridor was shouting and washing their faces, no one knew who did it to them!!

rythm hehe..timi pani yaha..this sajha these days..dhat..ko ko dhekcha..hehe


anyways hi and chito jau sch!!!ke typing ma stuck!!hehe...cheers for postin tho ;o)....ma ta herum khailey padchu the latest installment..for now....hi and hehe comments lai chadeu...just finish it!!!!!GRRRRRRR!!!im losing patience!!!;oP

rose le saab lai bikrayo :o(....;oP.....actually meant to say Sajha wahaha..wat am i typing :O;oP

and kayho?it seems like i can type unlimited..hehe...or was it short?;oP.......

next time thaha pauchu ;oP hehe...

night...

danny
(im really goin dun worry....there aint any man born to stop me from goin right now...keti chai thaha chaina..and i dun wanna find out wahaha ;oP)

Ok here comes the shadow lol....i feel bad for your budhi lol...poor her....instead of being with her u waste your time. What a great husband you are hai ? ;)) Oh yea those mangoe trees....hmmm well i used to throw and hide no one would see me...(well that whats i thought) ..but i ended up giggling and they ofcourse saw me but used to used to smile back hehe. And no i havent climbed coconut tree gotta try..must be easy for you though hai ?...since you are from same breed re kya hehe. Oh well... you know in nepal somehow you can ask (whoever you call them) what you were in your past life right?...well i thought i was a monkey better say i wished i was lol...sadly i was a crow re.:/ By the way are you monkey...would fit you. hehe. I go to zoo especially to see those monks awwww they are so cute hai ? ;)) If i start to reply your whole thingy i will be here all day...so monks...guess your self and you will know hat i wanna say. I am sure you are aware of telepathy hoina ta ? ;) And yes update everyday what you ate and did...will make a cool story. ;p

Anyways if i dont see you...good morning, good afternoon , good evening and good night hai. (the truman show) *twink*

God cause of you... i am starting to write like you grrrrrr. Thx for bigaring me. :d

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