wow....waiting for the next part.....

fucheketo · Feb 14, 2011 5:00 PM

nice. eloquent!

copycat · Feb 14, 2011 9:57 PM

 keep on coming !!!!

8848m · Feb 14, 2011 10:39 PM

OMG "Neighbour" your writing is awesome!!!!! Loved it !!!!! Wating for second part ....... How have you been ? I haven't seen you around for a long time hope everything is going good .... Take care

love life · Feb 15, 2011 8:10 AM

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eclectic · Feb 21, 2011 2:12 PM

 as usal, thoroughly enjoyed your superb writing !! keep coming dude.

bhakte dai · Feb 21, 2011 3:20 PM

Neighbour, No words to describe kasto part ma layera to be cont.... ho ? La wating for next part ...... chado lekha .... Take care !!!!!

love life · Feb 22, 2011 9:51 AM

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Part III A young couple cuddling each other and licking ice cream from the same cone, busy taking their pictures with the camera on their phone while they stick their cheeks together and hell, what they talk about, the price of their newly bought mobile phones, the brown socks of their math teacher that has a distinct big hole on it, the recent demise of their friend’s dog which was sadly fond of chewing up visitor’s shoes and the near tragic end of a romantic Korean movie. This act of amour was what I was witnessing being cautiously observant as I, to some extent, deliberately seated myself near to them. It was of course the time for me to be at my work tapping my fingers hard on the keyboard, burning my eyes against the flare of the screen and seeking for the erroneous piece of code in my attentively written mammoth sized program. But that day I took an early leave (to say it frankly, I bunked) from the work and made the ancient heritage site my destination. Amazingly, I was lucky, for the place was least crowded so that my brain could take a break from the chaos and enjoy the serenity. Also, the close conversation of the teen couples mixed with the distant melody from the wind-bells hung along the roof brinks of ancient wooden temples was making the surrounding more surreal. The pinnacles protruding straight up and staring at the cloudless blue sky, the frightened pigeons from the frolicsome act of kids hastily picking up the grains from the clay-brick covered pavement, the native old chaps with their faded black caps and thick glasses on chatting and smoking spending their day under the shade of the historical palace. Am I making you irritated with all these hackneyed explanations? If so, then making the things quite straightened up, and pulling up the curtains, I hereby give you the precise location of mine. Yes, I was there at the premise of the old but opulent, marred from time yet magnificent, definitely archaic but boldly standing and challenging the modernism, the world heritage site of Patan.   Though it was far from my expectation but a voice as an intruder came to me floating in the air.    “You seem to be interested in them.” Not being sure if this was meant for me, I turned my head back. And before I could grasp a good picture of her, she non-hesitantly added, “Not a decent act, don’t you thing?”  I had no time to think of her, who she was, and why she was there and why she was inquiring me about my act. Partially, I was filled with rage and promptly I spited out, “What?” She was unmoved with my reaction and to my utter surprise she again came upon me and more boldly this time, “The thing you are doing.” “What am I doing?” “Staring those couples.” And allegedly she said, “I guess you were eavesdropping too.” “She must be crazy.” I thought, and why wouldn’t I? Anyone in my place would think so. No sane person would interact with a stranger in such a way. Now, I was forced to observe her carefully from head to the toe. She had this brown woolen sweater with big buttons on it, black jeans, brown leather shoes, grey coarse-cloth side bag on her lap, and frameless rectangular glasses resting on her short nose. Despite looking like a runaway from a mental institution she resembled a normal person with a cool attire.   I could have ignored her and her questions but I didn’t do that. Instead, I thought to pacify her with my reasoning and make myself get rid of her. So, being a bit calm I conveyed, “I was just trying to know the thing in between them.” “What thing?” Again an attack of another question. “The thing they are into.” Pulling up the sleeves of her sweater, adjusting her glasses and placing her bag besides her, thus making herself comfortable, she looked at me with bright face and said, “Were you trying to know love?” What else I had to say? “Well, if you take it that way, then it is that way.” I projected at her with a mixed rudeness. For a moment a silence slipped between us and I undoubtedly enjoyed it. It was a damn good feeling to think that soon she would leave the spot and stop bothering me. But, honestly I would like to admit that a momentary guilt prevailed within me which was certainly the outcome of my cold attitude, and this made me to think of a way out for an apology but at the same time maintaining my position and dignity. While I was musing over the sarcastic ordeals, she spontaneously spoke to me, “You must be a fool then.” I must confess the day was being a bit cruel to me. Hassle at the workplace, an early leave for the sake of my undulating brain, a search for serenity that drove me to the spot and finally when I was about to exhale all of my anxieties out, suddenly I become a fool. Well, I get a reward from this ironic world and the presenter being the very own ill mannered woman who seemed to have taken a vow to stick besides me and not to let me be myself. Certainly, the rage had climbed up to its tipping point, but, as I was within the vicinity of Lord Krishna, by his gracious grace, I have to say, I could manage to ask her politely, “And why is it so?” With not even a fringe of fear on her face she replied back, “It’s not like experiment in the lab, and drawing conclusions from it.” Though I am not that dumb to understand the thing that she was gesturing to but I wanted to hear it directly from her mouth, loud and clear. So, in an attempt, I asked, “What ‘it’, are you talking about?” “The one you are trying to know just for the sake of knowing, being ignorant that to learn it you should be in it.” She seemed delighted to answer me and during the course the movement of her head made the reflections on her glasses flip from the image of brick wall to the shade of protruding triangular edges of the temple roof. To be continued...                                                     Last edited: 06-Apr-11 12:06 PM

eclectic · Apr 6, 2011 10:56 AM

It was going superbly until this came "The one you are trying to know just for the sake of knowing being ignorant that to learn it you should be in it.” it took me an hour to understand this line, yesto harip lekhchau, sir le punctuation chai sikayena ki k ho

Fat beast · Apr 6, 2011 11:23 AM

Thanks Fat Beast both for the words of appreciation and pointing out the flaw. After all to commit error is humane, isn't it?

eclectic · Apr 6, 2011 12:11 PM

It is daju and I shouldn't have overlooked the significance of LOL and have had that thing added somewhere in the middle of my response..

Fat beast · Apr 6, 2011 12:51 PM

Was a nice story nevertheless... Ani arko part pani chittai aawos

Fat beast · Apr 6, 2011 12:54 PM

Nice one Sathi !!!!! Waiting for next part

love life · Apr 6, 2011 2:57 PM