Middle of cornfields/cotton farms lies this town in Alabama, but it has a nepali name "Jharigaon". God knows who the pioneers behind this name were, but it sure is a ditto translation. The english name of it is Rainsville. Nepalese explored this town around the late 80's. There are folk lores saying a Nepali villager started a voyage from Nepal in search of American village. Boy! he sure did find one of a kind. Then, slowly but surely the herd kept getting larger. The actual Nepali Columbus then moved on to another adventure, but his traces were never erased. Nepalis poured into this little town. The town with only one crossroad, a few gas stations, and plenty of churches seemed quiet with nothing to be offered. Suprisingly, the Gorkhalis squeezed every bit of juice from that town. The ambitious herd of Gorkhalis attended little junior college couple miles from their camping site, in order to explore new ventures. During this time the heard cruised around quite a bit. They got chased by the local dogs while hiking to the academic center. Being, chased became quite common that local moos followed the chase. Soon, the moos became the loyal pets. Then, there was occasional chase by the uncles as well. Now, this chase led some of the herd members into Uncles den too. But, as in every story in this too there was a Godfather. The camp officer was one. This officer would bail them out during odd circumstances. There's a record where one of the horse knoced the camp wall, but the camp officer handled it well as well. He had his way. Since his tongue never could spit out Hridyendra, Gynendra, Tynendra ý., he would call the herd members as Georges', ý. The list went on as GeorgeI, II, III ý.. . Georges would take care of their Godfather in keeping the camp maintained. Doing so the Georges made few extra dollars. Pretty soon, the ghorkhalis were finding their ways. They started actively involved in doing things their way. Yes, doing things the ghorkhali way. So, the Gorkhalis decided to have serious fun. Obviously, fun had to have flesh and booze. So, this time the herd decided not to plan the function on Sunday. The herd had missed booze on many past Sundays. They had to fetch it from a neighboring state. Oh! Yes the town had no stores with liquors. The whole town belonged to a dry county. Well! For one Saturday plan is set. There was message sent out to the superior state, so the brothers from the city could pay a visit to the village. ý.. to be contdý..