Flawless write!
enjoyed as always.
Though a bit long ..Enjoyed it !
So you turned out to be Kansh instead of Krishna ..haha
poor sudama.
"adding to Favorites"
Will read later.
kasto ramo !!!!! As always, this one is very good too. Enjoyed it a lot!!!
kasto ramo !!!!! = Kasto Ramro!!!!!
.Hey John Galt!
It is a touching piece I must say. Great!
Biratnagar as a background took me to my old days. I was virtually roaming on those streets as I was reading and I could imagine the bookstore on mainstreet near traffic chowk and Maroo on cotton pant and ironed cotton shirt. Puri, Jalebis (we used to call Julebi) and Allu curry used to be my favourite breakfast those days. Awww! Nostalgia hits so badly sometimes.
Keep writing!
:-)
Hey John
A very good one.
, took me to the memory lanes of biratnagar , Baiju ko Julebi , ani aloo ko tarkari ani puri every saturday . Those were the days i miss :)
You had me choking with tears with this. When i first saw the title i wondered, 'sudama-well isnt that a little condescending?' but your last line....'he had mistakenly considered me his krishna' made it so right
this is my most favorite piece by you. Great piece of writing. Loved it.
Hey John,
Maroo, unlike his set of Chinese fountain pens, which, rumors had it that it were actually manufactured in Calcutta, had a Japanese made ping pong bat that made us go to his store more often.
There were Japanese also? I always thought they were Chinese. I should know I used to beat everyone I played with (hehe)
A very very very interesting read.
Sajha writers ki jaya hos. Sajha writers ki jaya hos. Sajha writers ki jaya hos. Sajha writers ki jaya hos.
And even among Sajha writers, you absoulutely rock.
A question:
In English, don't you spell out the numbers from 1 to 9, and write numbers (digits) for anything from 10 to 99? For example: I have a brother who is nine years old, but acts like he is 12.
You wrote 'eleven' instead of 11. Should not that be 11? I am asking.
Absolutely Mesmerizing. I remembered those days from Rajbiraj and Birgunj...waiting desperately to reach 4th standard so that you have a privilege to use pen .. my first FLAME pen... my first moron FOUNTAIN pen......
When I was in 4th Standard, there used to be a guy called Mandal. Once, he bullied me to buy a new fountain pen for him. The charge was that I had lost it and I had to refurnish it to him.
Thanks John dai. Your most of the writings always remind me of those beautiful days I had spent iin terai. Sadly things have changed for last couple of years. The ongoing chaos only makes you feel cry.
John,
A very touching and nice story indeed. It touched my heart. Your title and the ending where you say that he had mistaken you for his Krishna adds a really nice touch to it all. I have always loved your stories and writings, and you have yet created another fabulous one. Do write more, it is always a pleasure to read them :).
Beautifully written John.. I admire the way you write your anecdotes..
cheers..
The adulation from all the readers says it all. John you are an excellent writer. I eulogize all your postings and when it comes to delineating human emotions you do it with such grandeur. I wish I could write like you.
Hi John,
As always, flawless writing. I really enjoyed it.
By the way how r u doing these days?
Cheers,
john dai
i can relate your californian aunt
:D:D
nice flow there
nemore leggy pics dai
but indeed will hit u up
:D:D
Such a nice piece. Keep coming.
I owe this reply to Cleopatra, who seems to have understood me more than anyone else, including myself. My writings are full of flaws; they are semi-plausible and are mottled with grammatical errors. Heaven knows I have hated myself after I posted my previous stories; it was really embarrassing going through them after they were posted. There are a group of people who like it, and a group of more people who make a laughingstock out of it. I have often failed to highlight little details of the incident for the sake of brevity which could have festooned the stories otherwise. But there is one thing about my writing I have been proud of - I am spontaneous. I never rehearse, I never revise, I write in one session. I never look for appropriate, suitable verbiages, that readers often expect from a more than a mediocre writer, if I am at all. But then why make writing so arduous when you know you cannot ever be good? It is just a simple interpretation of your reminisces that has longed to come out from your system, in something tangible. I adore the beauty of words, but I will not kill myself over it. That makes me a less than mediocre, but a spontaneous writer. Thank you Cleo, you finally suited me with a word I had been looking for ages.
I thank you all who have endeavored to read this story; I apologize if it were an overly sentimental drama. I thank you all who cried, I thank you all who smiled.
Soon ma Soogandha!!! John not only writes well, but also is humble.
I am curious what Cleopatra bhanney manchey le wrote to you, John, but I personally find your writings very entertaining. I cannot say if it is flawless or without any more room for improvement for I do not possess the ability to judge, however, as a lay person reader, I think you are a good writer. The very fact that my eyebrows rise a tad centiimeter when I see that you have posted a new story and I immediately feel like reading it as soon as possible demonstrates the level of regard I put on your literary worth. So keep on writing, brother.
Knowing that you live in New York, I hope to meet you in person soon, that is if you allow yourself to zip in zip out of your anonymity.
John, your stories are always so beautiful..So simple, yet it touches the heart. Thanks John.
John -
I want to echo SNDY's statement - this made for a good read. You bring an interesting perspective to the table which I feel enriches Sajha.
Best wishes.
oh man i want some Jalebis!!!
John Galt - good story!!
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