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 THE REUNION: A Tale of Friendship, Love, Ambition, Betrayal and Marriage

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Disclaimer: This is not a fictitious story by any means so any resemblance to any person living or dead is not coincidental but purely intentional. I believe in freedom of choice so reader discretion is not mandatory, however, it is strictly advised. The story happens to portray certain stereotypes and prejudices prevalent in our society and it doesn’t seek to vindicate them but feel free to call me names if you feel otherwise. Some of you readers may find parts of the content and language spoken by the characters (which BTW is my lousy attempt to give a realistic feel to the characters and/or events) explicit, R-rated, or you-name-it and hence discomforting or offensive to your taste in which case you are most welcome to bash me or sue me (if you can that is)


The Reunion: A Tale of Friendship, Love, Ambition, Betrayal and Marriage


Part 1- The American Dream

Ridiculously scary!” Biplav grumbled, concluding his remarks on arranged marriage as he took a sip of Pina Colada--his favorite cocktail—from his goblet in a moderately upscale bar in the Bleecker street of New York City’s Manhattan borough.

“The idea of spending life with the person whom you hardly met and interacted with for few weeks is a perfect recipe for disaster. That’s plain gambling!” He had said earlier in response to Suraj’s inquiry. Suraj, his confidante--who was seated beside him--had asked him if he was going to get married when Biplav mentioned about his plans to visit his family in Nepal in a few months time. Knowing he was single, his age which was ripe enough for marriage, his career which was stable and peaking and his mom who was more excited than obliged to marry off the youngest child, Suraj was almost certain that Biplav was on the verge of tying the nuptial knot notwithstanding his disdain for the concept behind arranged marriage.

“I would rather choose to go broke in Vegas. Not that I haven’t.” Biplav had burst into a thunderous laughter before continuing: “Well, not everyday is Sunday now, is it? I might win one of these lucrative days to make up for the loss. But risk my whole life with the one way ticket to the disastrous destiny of arranged marriage? Hell no dude! Even the thought of it is scary!”

“I agree Bips!” Ricky nodded from the opposite side of the table giving a firm approval to Biplav’s view as he held his knife in his right hand and cut a piece of steak in his plate with some struggle. He held his fork in his left hand, stomped it into the piece and continued while chewing and savoring the juicy piece:“Fu*kin aasom!” He relished his order. “It’s a tough call, ain’t it? Say YES and open your fu*kin door for a fu*kin stranger and live with the fu*ker for your entire fu**in life? Must be hard for chicks, but it’s harder for us men. For fu*k’s sake, tell me something which is more safe and exciting, fu*kers!” He tried hard to emulate the local dialect.

“Oye! Sexist! Ali badi bhayo” Abin, the fourth guy in the group, raised his eyebrows partly in amusement and partly in embarrassment at Ricky’s verbal diarrhoea. He was seated beside Ricky.

It was a rejuvenating re-union of four friends, who were lost in the hustle and bustle of busy, hectic life that America offers. Suraj had flown the very evening from Kansas City to join his once very near and dear high school batch-mates. Ricky had driven the day before from Fairfax, Virginia, his hometown and Abin had flown cross-country from San Jose, California a couple of days back. They were staying at Biplav’s home in New York City.

The plan was laid out by Biplav--the tall and lanky class monitor and the then captain of their high school basketball team. He had initiated the plan a month ago by sending out a group email for invitation to all his batch-mates residing in the US and Canada. He got nine responses, three of which were negative for various reasons and from the remaining six senders who responded positively; two had backed out about a week before the meeting citing urgency in their work. The four who were meeting that evening were best of the buddies during their good old high school days. Ever since they graduated from high school, they had been living in separate cities and countries away from each other. After coming to the US, they would often talk over the phone, sometimes do conference call and put the third or at times fourth as well on the line and reminisce good old time they had once spent together. When tied down by work and other personal stuffs; they wouldn’t call for weeks or sometimes even months! It was weird but that is how life of most immigrant workers in the US is like. Life takes few leaps forward towards progression and blows sideways towards uncertainty. You are viewed as a microscopic specimen that is constantly monitored and analyzed. Any adverse mutation is not tolerated. Either perform or perish. Prove your ability for what it’s worth and maintain your efficiency without letting it to plummet or saturate over time. Sometimes 24 hours goes by in a blink only to leave you begging for more. You tend to confine yourself within the 270 degrees between eight and five of your daily clock. The remaining 90 degrees, you assign to your personal space and privacy--something which becomes grossly important, the more you stay in the monotony. Life moves on and you suddenly realize that years have got behind you. You tend to become apathetic to your own people you remained out of touch with for several years.

The story of these four friends was not an exception. They were living in the similar monotony until one fine day, they happened to take a nostalgic ride while recalling the fine days they had once spent together being carefree and most of the time, careless. The ride got overwhelmingly emotional which made them mawkishly maudlin. And hence the decision was made.

“Enough is enough, let’s all meet…soon!” They unanimously decided over the phone.

They were all excited about the reunion and for every good reason. Barring few occasions when two of the four had met at a place or one had come to visit the other for a day or two, all four hadn’t met together in the US until the sun of the glorifying old days had finally chosen to shine for them for the first time in an alley of New York City that evening. The excitement was only growing with time.

“But Bips, even in arranged marriage, you have the liberty of knowing the person close enough before you make the big final decision. It’s in your hand. You can rest the case and back out if you feel it’s hard to live life with those pair of titties.” Abin gleefully rebutted Biplav’s view. He put a wide grin on his face while holding his glass that was filled with White Zinfandel. He looked at his glass amorously and said “Doesn’t take long to see if there’s a match” and smiled charmingly. “It took me only a month to make up my mind for Aakriti and I can confidently say I couldn’t have made a better decision in my life. If I had met her 10 years back or 50 years later, I would have still chosen her” He chuckled.

Abin was the only married guy in the group. He was married to Aakriti for fifteen months but his honeymoon phase was far from over. It was an arranged marriage and he had known her for two months prior to that. Although Aakriti couldn’t make it to the New York City, she was everywhere for Abin: from his wallet to cell phone, ipod to key ring. In his heart. In his mind. In his soul.

“You’re fu*ked up myan, your life is doomed if you hafta spend the darn life with jus one fu*kin person. Must be fu*kin boring as hell. Know what I’m saying, mothafu*kers?” Ricky grunted adding his follow up comment on marriage and followed it by his signature hysterical laughter. Dressed in an inflated-balloon-like jeans that seemed like almost about to leave his waist anytime, a long flabby black t-shirt that had his favorite word ‘Fabolous’ printed on its front and a bling-bling around his neck, Ricky was dressed for the occasion--dressed to impress some local lass.

“O kale, chup! Mukhma pachkaidinchu ahile ani” Abin gulped the last few ounces of the drink from his glass, banged the glass on the table and rolled his wrist, faking anger at Ricky.

“Fu*k you Abina! Zin piyera furti herna yesko, sissy!” Ricky slammed his beer bottle upon the table staring at Abin. He then burst into laughter. Biplav and Suraj started laughing as well. Their laughter resonated producing a bigger laughter that drew attention of few patrons around them for a while.

“I have quit drinking beer” Abin murmured and grabbed a tissue and wiped his mouth in a flash.

“So have I” Biplav sighed as he leant against the back of his chair and started playing drum on his tummy with his both hands.

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Part 2- Australia: An Ambitious Journey

Biplav hadn’t changed much looks-wise, barring few pounds of flesh that he had managed to put on over the last few years. Fairly tall with wheatish skin complexion, he had high cheek bones, long nose and big brown eyes. He looked more attractive than he was in his high-school days. Biplav was a computer science graduate from a university in Queensland, Australia and working as a Software Engineer in a Wealth Management Firm in Manhattan, New York. He had moved to the US two years ago after having bagged the lifetime opportunity to work with the New York based company that offered him a handsome salary and sponsorship for his H1 with a promise to file for his Green Card by the end of his first year on board. He used to work as an IT consultant in a Law Firm in Sydney before moving to what is popularly known as “the land of opportunity”. From career perspective, it was a no-brainer for him to decide on quitting his mediocre former job to take this alluring offer from Uncle Sam. What was difficult though was to leave his girl friend Rachita, who he had known for more than a year in Australia.

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“It takes time to know a person closely and when you do, you may have other opinion about that person. Your new derivations might not be coherent with the first few impressions you had about that person” Biplav articulated his views.

“So you think I am a different person from what you had thought I was?” Abin winked at Biplav as he took out a pack of Parliament from his pocket.

“O baadar! You are not allowed to smoke here. Can’t do that in public places! Aakriti sanga kura garaidiu?” Ricky put his hand over Abin’s that held the pack.

“I am talking about girls in particular since the context of our talk is marriage.” Biplav continued. “Don’t want to sound sexist but I somehow find girls shallow and fickle-minded. Half of them don’t even have perspectives. I have never understood them and now I would not want to either. I guess I have found my niche and I am happy being single” He sighed holding his goblet on his hand and kept staring at it.

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Rachita was a first year student of Criminal Justice at a Law school in Sydney when Biplav had first met with her. He had bumped into her for the first time in Dashain Party organized by the Nepalese association of Sydney. This was when he had just moved to Sydney from Queensland to start his first job right after his graduation. She was fresh off the boat having moved to Sydney from Nepal a couple of months ago to pursue her studies. Rachita was undeniably the prettiest of the girls in the party for Biplav--her smile being the highlight of her features. When he caught her first sight, he got a vibe he had never gotten from any other girls he had met until then. He could literally kill to see a glimpse of anyone smile like she did.

“Hi! I thought you were quite attractive until you smiled.” Biplav had initiated the conversation with a charming smile on his face.

“Huh? Do I know you?” Rachita was caught by surprise.

“Not until this moment. I am Biplav” He had extended his hand towards her.

“Rachita” He had shaken hers with his.

“Nice to meet you”

“Nice to meet you too”

Being new to the place, both Rachita and Biplav didn’t have a whole lot of friends in Sydney to hang out with, let alone close ones to rely on in thick and thin. They had clicked in no time and their chemistry was perfect, or so they had thought. Amid loneliness, they could only find each other’s presence more compelling than anything else. It gave them reason to believe in each other.

Humans are gregarious species. Much of our togetherness at a superficial level has to do with our reluctance or inability to be alone. Some people find solitude in loneliness. Solitude feels very different from loneliness. Loneliness is the pain of being alone while solitude is the glory of being alone. There is gentleness and a quiet sense of contentment about solitude which enables us to get engaged in a wide range of activities like reading, listening to music, musing, playing, writing and a host of other hobbies—if you are content with it that is. But it is hard to get into hobbies and find solace in them first off at a new place. Sydney was a new environment for Biplav and more so for Rachita. Much of their aloneness was attributed to loneliness than solitude and the fear of being lonely has bound them together in a quick time. They would walk in Luna Park in the evenings and spend hours talking about their families, friends, ambitions, hobbies and their outlooks towards life in general. On weekends, they would go to movies or drive down to Bondi beach and walk together along the shore. He would take out his cigarette pack from his pocket but before he could light on the cigarette, she would shout at him—sometimes even threaten to not speak with him anymore, if he did not quit smoking. She abhorred smokers, her own father being one of them and last thing Biplav wanted was to register him in her hate-list. He would calmly put the cigarette back in the pack and into his pocket. It happened several times but he would still keep trying to convince her and make her accept him as he was rather than lying about his habits she didn’t appreciate or entertain.

Biplav was aggressively ambitious while Richita was more spiritual and lackadaisical. All she wanted in her life was mental peace and happiness—happiness that is inexpensive yet priceless. She never craved for big bungalows, fancy cars and big bank balance while Biplav’s dream was as big as owning few islands in the Caribbean. He had his plans laid out for his career and he wanted to see himself on the pedestal of a rich and famous guy one day. Money meant a lot to him. More than to satiate his materialistic needs, he needed financial success to make his people hear loud and clear: “Look, I achieved what I wanted to. I ain’t a loser”

Biplav had spent his childhood in Kathmandu as the youngest child in his family with his elders: mom, maternal grandmom, a brother and a sister. His father died when he was barely seven. His mom--a teacher in a private school in Kathmandu--had to quit her job and take over the business set by her husband when she was in her early thirties. Biplav’s father had opened a trekking and travel agency in Chhetrapati with the help of loan from Nepal Bank Limited two years before his untimely demise. The company was running fairly decently before he died on a fateful day when his motorbike collided head-on with a speeding truck in Pulchowk. His mom was a tough woman. She took the responsibility of the business solely by herself on her shoulders and made sure her kids would not miss their father much. Her widow mom--Biplav’s grandmom--was in her fifties and still young enough to take care of her grandkids when their mom would not be around. First few years were hard for Biplav’s mom as being a widow at a tender age was never easy, especially in Kathmandu of the late eighties. People in their neighborhood would speculate and make myriad stories about her illicit affair with other male workers in the company and in particular with the assistant manager—Arjun. Arjun often used to come and pick Biplav’s mom to work and drop her home after work. Being the thick-skinned person that she was, the baseless rumors and false accusations coming from the prejudiced society would not bother her much although at times she would find herself in the depth of despair for having to live in the society that never understood what it is like being a single working mother of three. She hated being a part of the very society. The hatred grew stronger with time and she deliberately isolated herself and her family from the surroundings. Her prejudice against the prejudiced society cost her some good friends and genuine well-wishers in the neighborhood.

Biplav’s mom badly wanted to protect her kids from the dark shades of the society. “You are going abroad to study once you are done with your high school” She used to tell her kids. Things started to roll in her favor and the business started to turn quite lucrative after a couple of years. Only for few years though. A sudden slack occurred once Maoists insurgency eclipsed the bright tourism sector of Nepal in the late-nineties. The company was burdened under massive debt. To ease the colossal financial pressure, lands were sold and house mortgaged. Biplav had just graduated from his high school and was planning to go abroad for further studies but due to the unexpected financial constraints, he had to almost give up his plan and get enrolled in a local school if it was not for his Grandmom's contribution. Her grandmom had a piece of land in Gadavari that came in handy at the time of crisis. The land was sold at a good price to a civil engineer working for ICIMOD and that helped Biplav live his dream.

Two months later, he landed in the Cairns International Airport in Queensland, Australia with two medium size suit-cases in his hands, tuition cost for the first semester in his pocket, lots of hope and a big dream on his mind. When he got off the plane and took the first breathe of fresh air in the land of Kangaroos, he looked around and said to himself, “One day, I am gonna rule this place”

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Everyone needs a company of somebody in a new place to help them leave their memory of the past aside and move on with the new episode of life. And if you connect well with the very first person you meet in a new place, new environment; chances are, you will end up being really close to that person in a very short span of time. However, as time goes by, you discover more about the place; meet with new faces and the strength of the connection with that very first person gets weaker and more vulnerable.

Everything between Biplav and Rachita happened so fast that they didn’t feel the need of proposing or accepting the proposal. For the first few days, she was in a denial of her attraction towards him although she knew she admired him as a person. Biplav had always liked her since he first saw her in the party and by the end of the first week, he had become really confident about her--so much that he had thought she was going to be his wife. Not to be!

Weeks had gone by. One day they were coming back home from Pitt Street Mall after almost a day-long shopping. Before dropping her off at the main gate of her dormitory, Biplav told her that he needed to go to Melbourne the following week for a two-weeks training on System Administration. She was furious for he didn’t say anything about it all day when they were together; however, she tried to veil her anger with smile. It had suddenly stroke in her mind that she would sorely miss him. Not as much as she actually did, when he was gone.

Those two weeks made her realize that he had become an integral part of her life. Her cell phone wouldn’t ring as much as it used to. She did not have car and there was no one who would take her outside to divert her minds off of him. He had left a vacuum in her surroundings and she was gasping for fresh air. There was no excitement in the air. All of a sudden, Sydney seemed like a prison to her and wary thoughts about her family started to encroach on her mind, continuously. She had never felt as much homesick as she did during those two weeks. She tried to listen to some loud music but it would only worsen her melancholy. In utter despair, she locked herself in her bedroom and thrashed herself on her bed. She covered her mouth with the pillow and cried for a long time. The sound of her crying reverberated across the walls of the room and it felt like all the stuffs in her room were shedding tears as well at her agony.

When Biplav came back from the trip, they became more close to each other.

“I missed you a lot” She had said in his arms.

“Oh really? I did not a bit” He had grinned and she had jabbed her fist gently into his chest. He put his hands over her shoulders and dragged her closer. When he had come closer to her face and tilted his head a bit, she had already shut her eyes and begun to breathe harder. He kept looking at her sensual face for a while, braced himself and very gently touched her delectable lips with his. The temptation grew even stronger with the tactile sensation. He kept playing with them until she started to respond. Both felt and played with each other while the warm soggy air flew through their mouth and they could feel its heat and dampness. Time just stood still.

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“You cannot say you’re not trying to sound sexist when in fact you are Bips.” Suraj gave a stern look at Biplav. “It depends on individuals. It’s not that only girls are shallow by nature. It has more to do with maturity and understanding and the level varies from person to person. And even with mature, understanding people, sh*t happens! Time is the greatest of all actors. It dictates its term on every individual.”

“Yeah time is powerful. It pauses and gives you everything in one single moment and just when you think you are getting stronger, it bends you on your knees” Biplav looked at Suraj and sported an askew grin.

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Time flew by. Days turned into weeks and weeks into months. The company Biplav was working in went through a financial crunch which forced them to lay off 20 percent of their employees. Biplav survived the tumult but had to work doubly hard to save his job. He didn’t get much time thereafter to call and talk with Rachita, let alone hang out with her. A week later, more layoffs. When Biplav got desperate to prove his worth, he started putting on few hours on Saturdays and most of Sundays for his work.

Rachita started to get busier as well with her studies. It was her all important first year and she needed to start off well with good grades to get things going for her in the country which was not hers by birth. Assignments, projects, tests, midterms and finals for five different courses kept her on her toes. Moreover, she had to work for 20 hours in the library to buy breads to eat. During the last two weeks of finals, she would stay late in the library to study. There was a Brit, her classmate, who would help her if she had any questions or stuffs to be understood. The two would combine study for hours in the library or in his off-campus apartment about ten minutes walk from the campus.

When the semester was over, she was much relieved. Biplav was still occupied by his work though. During the whole month-long semester break, she could meet with him just three times for dinner and that was that. One evening when Biplav went to jog in Centennial Park, he saw Rachita with the British guy. Their body language was quite suggestive of their intimacy. Biplav wanted to save himself from the disgrace of having them see him. He took off his bandana that he was wearing over his head and slyly covered his face with it while pretending to wipe his sweat off. He changed his route, bypassing their path, and came back home much faster than usual. He realized that he had run faster. Soon after coming home, he went to his balcony and lit a cigarette. He never used to smoke right after jogging. The day was an exception. He then took a cold shower and went to bed without having dinner. He never bothered to ask Rachita about the guy.

Before Rachita and Biplav could sit together, think about their situation and plan for their future, her second semester had already started. It started and ended in a flash and her relationship with Biplav could not still blossom. Biplav always wanted a more stable career so he started applying for jobs in other parts of the world—US being his first preference. Even after being together for months, Biplav and Rachita were not sure of where destiny would lead them to. The fourteen-month-long relationship, which had already gone through intermittent periods of dips, went through the real test when Biplav had to decide on moving to the US leaving Rachita down under.

He chose his shining career over his uncertain destiny of love.

Soon after coming to the US, he used to call Rachita on her phone thrice a week—twice during weekends. The vibe and the interest got reduced with time and distance and so did the frequency of calls. By the end of his fourth month in the US, he had stopped calling her completely. She had sent an online card the following month to wish him on his first birthday in America which he did not care to respond to. Three days later, he sent a short email to her: “It baffles me to realize that we could not be true soul-mates; we were together because we both were alone. I don’t know if I will get another Rachita, and even if I do whether I want to have her in my life, but you surely will get several Biplavs whom you need variably. All the best”

He did not receive its answer. After a month, he deleted the card she had sent and all emails and the folder named ‘Rachi’. He also deleted her contacts from his cell, blocked and later deleted her name from his MSN and AIM buddy list. He also dumped all CDs which had songs that reminded him of Rachita. The pullover which Rachita had given her as a gift in his birthday, he donated to a homeless in Bronx. Anything and everything that reminded him of her went to the dumpster.

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Biplav’s family in Nepal was aggressively in pursuit of a suitable bride for him. His mom had a list of potential candidates ready for him to have a look at. His sister-in-law, wife of his brother, wanted him to initiate talk with her first cousin. His married sister wanted him to touch base with the girl who was a distant relative of her husband. Biplav would turn a cold shoulder to each everytime they asked him about it when he talked to them over the phone. “Hya…mero biheko, hajurrharule chinta linu pardaina” He would tell them and divert the topic to something else. Deep inside his mind, he had decided “Career first. There’s so much to be done.”

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Part 3- Ethics and Ambition

Suraj had brought another round of drinks from the counter. “It’s important to know the person fully before you commit” He said as he placed the order on the table and continued “You need some time but then quality is more important than quantity. It’s imperative that you spend quality time with the person to see if you can connect with each other. Could be days, weeks, months or even years for some”

“Oh you will know it the moment you see her. Her mere presence is enough. It gives some indication. It sends forth some signal and you will be able to decode it right away, if there’s a match.” Abin was all smiles.

”Yeah, I know signals. It could be a sound. Like some music will start playing in the background. Ek ladki ko dekha to aisa laga or something of that sort…right Abina?” Ricky tested Abin’s temparament.

Biplav nodded his head in silent amazement. “Khai..but I seriously think there is more to life than marriage, wife and kids. These are just mere distractions. People tend to become emotional fools for some odd reason. I don’t see the need of anyone in life if you are self-sufficient. You get more satisfaction when you are able get your things done solely by yourself” He said.

“No but we are social animals Bips. Everybody needs someone at some point. It’s just a matter of ‘when’. Life is incomplete without that special someone” Abin said clasping his hands together.

“What are friends for then?” Biplav took some more sips of his drink.

“We are just friends Bips. We understand each other but we have our own priorities and career.” Suraj said “Our lines are different and they don’t cross! It took us six years to get together. Don’t know when we will get another chance to meet again. Of course we will be there for each other in case of urgencies. But we can’t always be there forever. Life’s unpredictable. No one can guarantee where it will take us tomorrow!” He continued in his pensive disposition.

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Suraj was a Biomedical Engineering major, working as a Part-time Engineer in the Support Team for a Medical Institution in Kansas City and also continuing with ambitious projects as a Part-time Graduate Student at a Graduate school of Engineering in Kansas. A good couple of inches shorter and much fairer and chubbier than Biplav, Suraj was mostly reticent and pensive by nature. He wouldn’t talk much but would not shy away from opining either when he thought his inputs had some weight or if they could give new dimensions to the topic under discussion. He was a man of principles and high ambitions but his ambitions would not come in the way of his belief on what is ethically right. He knew he did not have a big appetite for financial success—not at least for a good number of upcoming years in his career. “Don’t worry about money, fame and success. The most important thing in life is to be a good human being; and if you are one, everything else that you crave for will follow” His father used to tell him often and that had meant a lot to the obedient son. The sacrosanct image of his father--who stood by his principles throughout his life and made a decent living for his family literally from scratch and entirely by himself--had rubbed off on him since his early childhood.

Suraj loved challenges in his life and would not ever chicken out from making decisions—however big or difficult they might be—if he knew they could potentially lead him through the path of success and satisfaction. He would not think twice on opting for the most difficult route from the given options if he was sure it would make him successful and different from most of others. When offered an enticing package of promotion to the full time Chief Engineer position of the branch and that too in the very first year of his service, he had happily declined the offer and chosen to remain part time so that he could continue with his graduate study for a PhD. Many of his peers thought it was a blatant stupidity in his part to decline the exciting offer considering he was just a starter. Some thought perhaps he was looking to catch a bigger fish. Nobody understood him better than he himself. Suraj did not want to confine himself within an eight to five job that would repeatedly ask him to do the same stuff over and over again. He felt he had more to contribute to the society being a researcher which would allow him to do things on his own than being just a mere user of some already designed application that had myriad limitations. He wanted to make his own robot than being a manipulative robot of someone.

Few of his batch-mates in school used to think Suraj was too stubborn and too disciplined to be realistic or pragmatic. It is not difficult to live a thoroughly disciplined life to people for whom disciplinary measure is a part of their innate nature. Suraj did not choose to be a man of principles, he was like that. When things, be them skills or thoughts, come to people naturally, they deliver and make them look easy for others who may have hard time understanding the process. Suraj would not do anything that was deemed inappropriate by his rationales. He was clear of what he wanted to achieve in his life and would not leave any stone unturned from his side in getting things done. To those who knew him closely, Suraj epitomized a quintessential figure of class and principle but his taciturnity would often alienate him in social gatherings. Nothing about himself ticked him off more than being socially passive, if not inept.

Suraj was living with his girl friend, Jessica, a Political Science Major, who hailed from Little Rock, Arkansas and who went to the same school in Kansas that he did for his undergrad. Jessica’s father was an active democrat and an ardent fan of Bill Clinton. He had helped the former President with his campaigning in Arkansas in the 1996 presidential election. Being a Minor in Political Science, Suraj had to take few courses in the field. He had taken an introductory course in the second semester of his freshman year and that’s when he first came to know about Jessica. Suraj was smart and open-minded and Jessica was friendly and liberal. She was a bit shy to start with and he was totally diffident in her presence. It took her few meetings to open him up and when he acquiesced himself to her charms, they became good friends. She would often tease him saying, “Nipply (Nepali) man” and he would just smile and blush. Suraj was too self-effacing to respond to her romantic advancements but no matter how meek he might appear, he was endowed with same self-confidence that she had, perhaps even more. For him, however, that confidence was buried deep inside. A given person with high self-esteem may be outwardly self-promoting and ostentatious or may be outwardly very calm and modest. Suraj was one of the latter kinds.

The duo would often discuss comparative government, labor theories of value by Adam Smith or Alfred’s Marshall’s marginal utility and other broad topics for hours. They had agreed to work together for the final project for the class and before the semester was over, they were more than just friends. She always wanted stability and peace of mind in her relationship and Suraj could provide her both. They graduated and attended the convocation ceremony together. He hugged and kissed her in public for the first time after the ceremony. Their friends had taken pictures of it--one of which was framed and hung on the wall of their living room. He started his work immediately after graduation and his graduate school the following year while she settled with the job of an Office Administrator in a Limited Liability Company in Kansas City.

Suraj was skeptical about disclosing his relationship with Jessica to his parents. He was not sure of how they would react after knowing their only son was going to marry a white girl. He wanted to give Jessica enough exposure to Nepalese culture before he could introduce her to his parents. He had taught her about his religion, festivities and the patriarchal model of Nepalese society. Jessica was understanding and a good learner. She had also written a paper in Maoists Insurgency in Nepal for one of her classes and the research had helped her to know more about Nepal and Nepalese culture and the people and their traditions. Within a year, she had learnt how to wear saris, how to greet Nepali people--especially the elders. She also learnt about major festivals and the importance of Dashain, Tihar, Teej, Holi, Lhosar and Janai Purnima. He had taught her most frequently used Nepali words and phrases: “Namaste’, “Hajurlai sanchai chha?” “Basnuns na”, “Ke khane?” and Nepali names for foods and drinks: ‘Bhuja’, ‘Dal’, ‘Tarkari’ ‘Pani’, ‘Chiya’ and the likes. She could pronounce most of them with great ease and some of them with some difficulty in her peculiar southern accent which Suraj found irresistibly cute and at times weirdly funny. She would make flash cards with Nepali words written on one side and their English translations on the other and learn them by heart whenever she got time and interest. Sometimes, Suraj would himself ask her randomly from the deck of cards and she would get a brownie for each correct answer. One brownie was equivalent to a kiss which he would furtively implant on her cheeks. If she got her answer incorrect, he would take the brownie instead from her. Sometimes he would deliberately declare her answers incorrect for imperfect pronunciations and other funny interpretations just to irritate poor Jessica. She would pick a pillow-fight and he would reciprocate by trying to stop her. Soon the fight would turn into physical intimacy and when she would submit herself to him, they would make passionate love with each other. She would then put her head on his chest and both would fall asleep quietly and peacefully.

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Posted on 03-20-08 2:18 PM     Reply [Subscribe]
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Oh boy! typos typos and more typos...bad sentence construction, long intricate sentences and paras..they're everywhere. I might have hurried posting this piece without much editing, I am really sorry about that. I realize that editing is a crucial part in story writing. But i am just a starter--a crude novice so to speak and i am learning.

Mav,
Hope you managed to read it. I wrote it while i was on a bed-rest. That perhaps explains the length :P. And no, I ain't anyone in the story. It's a complete fiction. That's why the disclaimer :D

Sndi,
LOL! no i don't know how to swim :P haha....glad to know that you liked the piece (i hope you are being honest though :P)...and yah you should not miss the night-out, definitely not :D

Oldmaven,
It's a long piece indeed but I don't want to defend its length :P.....I just kept writing whatever stroke in my mind which I thought I should jot down...hope it came out good enough, if you managed to read it. :P

Parbatya,
I am not sure whether you liked the piece. If you haven't read it yet, happy reading. If you didn't like it, never mind :D

Hyde,
HAHAHA..no there is no such vivid deion IMO. The love-making scenes are merely to juxtapose and  delineate the differences between different characters in the story. I didn't write them merely to brew paltry entertainment :D

mati,
mucho gracias! much appreciated. you found it monotonous? and i thought i had made it not so by giving striking differences to the shades of the characters. if you still found it so, then i failed ;P..

dhimaar,
thanks man! appreciate your feedback. not sure if anyone will be ready to produce the movie LOL...only if i manage to produce, direct and act all together by myself. but then, who's gonna watch it ? HAHAHA

danny bro!
thanks for stopping by. enjoy the read (if you are going to read it that is :P)

Alson,
no problem bro. have a kit-kat :D



(thanks to all the silent readers)

 
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“Does your Criminal Justice find me guilty or innocent?”  Simple...... and yet express the very core idea of your story in a single sentence. 

wonderful story including plot personae and disclaimer of course.....was a little bit long; however, I did enjoy thoroughly. 

You sud definitely write more.   (at least biweekly)

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Loots,

It's great n just took 2 days to finish. Four different charecters and one combination that reminded me the 'used to' gatherings mainly talking on 'girls, wife, wine, carrier....' You ended the story seriously except (in my mind) the 'filmy' reunion of Biplav and Rachita. Mostly I like are : Biplav's deletion, Ricky' ego, Abin's innocence (?) etc. I thought I am the only weak in that case, but good news, there are Abins too.

You made me 'look for loot's story'

Parbatya


 
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loote bro.......different characters different shades, interesting read. just that i anticipated the story to grow longer while beginning to read part 6.
i am not a sajha fanatic but among acquaintances in this virtual circuit, loote you are one  i would like to bump into...........dude print a t-shirt with your virtual name on it or with a loote canine on it .........how would it look like?? hehe.............
la ta compliments, compliments......keep them coming!!!!

 
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Loots, bed rest re? K bho? Of course I'm telling you honestly..otherwise I wouldn't even comment ni..

 
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.LooTe bro!  you write it very nicely always. At first I felt like if I was watching 'The Departed' or what. he he he ! with all these **-words ke! LOL (kidding!) ... 24 pages intimidated me initially but it was worth it.... Four friends... four different characters... and perspectives... and to top it off your inputs regarding loneliness and solitude and much more...  aasom!

Well Yeah!! "Life is not that bad even after marriage" Cheers!! ;-)


 
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nice story boss

i know i am late to read but it was really nice especially the way u described the places and incidents happening in the story

keep it up


 
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....................and no matter what you deserve this. passionate, ambitious and very very intense piece indeed.

 a bit chaotic but fair share has been given to every character.that's the most challenging thing you have done in the story. i admire your "non-mainstreamness". however, add more dimensions to your characters, some of them are too static.it seems like they are cut and pasted puppets from somewhere else. a reader always wants to see the characters being conceived , born and  brought up in the story itself. your character constructions are a bit too mechanical, i would have preferred more biological making.

writing for oneself is the least selfish selfless thing one could do. what say you?
kudos dear doggie!

 
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phewww , finally finished to read your mahabharat .:P   What a long story.

 

btw, another brilliant story of yours ! You have so many interesting thoughts to present and it's really great. Keep it up !!


 
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before i hibernate for sometime, let me make use of this free time in hand to thank you readers of this thread.

pjna,
thanks for your continuous support and encouragement. don't know if i would be able to write more often though. unless of course san bro wants to hire me as a part-time employee with good compensation HAHAHA...but it's been a pleasure interacting with enthusiastic readers like you :)

parbatya,
not sure how much justice I was able to give to the characters but i would be glad if readers can relate to some of them, in parts, in some way or the other. thanks for reading and sharing your thoughts. :)

occult,
HAHA....that's a good guess but i am not like any of the characters in the story. and no, you would not want to meet me in real. i may be too grotesque for your taste hahaha...jk..holler anytime and i will show up wagging my rear extension

sndi,
how have you been? i was feeling a bit not-so-good a while back but now i am as good as i can get :P

camo bro,
thanks for reading my long one HAHAHA...i realize that i can get longer if need be HAHAHA...
jokes apart, i am thankful to you for your remarks and encouragement. thanks for reading :)

nepwanted,
thank you sir! i am glad you liked it.

amber,
i am yet to decode the beginning ellipsis....but thanks for the rest of the comment. coming from an accomplished writer like you is quite a recognition for this very ordinary jotter.  i am not sure how 'non-mainstream' my writings are, but i always try my best not to get influenced by others' work and give my own dimension to my write-ups. i am glad that you agree with it partly :P.

as for biological making of the characters is concerned, i think it's gonna take nine months at least just for their construction HAHAHAHA.. but jokes aside, i see where you are coming from. tara one thing, it's not easy (for me) to write a short, few pages story on some 8 different characters (4 being major) and when i write, brevity tends to get compromised as there definitely would be more than one plot within a plot with that many characters. what's more, time is of the essence--both for readers and the writer unless you, as a writer, is seriously into it. i seriously think, i can extend this plot to pages (which it already is to some extent :P) to give more 'biological' life and feel to all the characters but that's not viable. terseness is something i realize is important for readers of forums like sajha. people won't find time and interest to read long reads.,,oh well, unless it's from Rushdie or amber :P.

thanks for your encouragement though and yeah i wrote this for myself more than anyone,,,so that makes me the most selfish person (doggie) in my eyes :P :D

lutii,
thank you for taking time out from your busy schedule to read this lootebharat hahaha...loote's story is simply incomplete without lutii's comment hahaha...thanks for making it complete, ma'am! :P


thanks to all silent readers as well (i know there ain't many tara pani HAHAHA)

 
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 Hajur LooTeKuKur;

I am sorry for late to notice there has a new essay in this sajha - other discussion, because for quite a moment i didnt notice an existence of essay signage been threads here. Lack of roman letters  too must  be put into  account on why members didnt browse at this page.....

To respond on your calling here for this fictions i must say this is a heavy tale/fiction  for reading! It seems you try to plot the easy matters into serious task that may be carried away from  present  current sajha situation where everything is now seem like  polluted with many new categories of threads and variants stuff....

 - eg; “Don’t worry about money, fame and success. The most important thing in life is to be a good human being; and if you are one, everything else that you crave for will follow” His father used to tell ....."this dialouge from a father to his son is very stern in normal human innherity wasnt it? The " father" seems like acting reading the text or dialouge of a daily life.....hajur..

 

Forgive me if I wrong   here, but thats  just my opinion..  anyway you have create back this essay page inhale with oxcygen!! bravo......

Fan of your writings;

Loves sajha......

 

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LooTeKuKur,

Dude, this is my very first comment in Sajha. Basically, I read the story and appereciate it within. But this story of yours is not just a regular one. I has compelled me to write something down.

I must tell you that its the best literature piece I have read so far in Sajha. Everything seems so perfect. Dude, you rocked it. So, my question to you is: From the four of the character in the story, which one is you?

Thought about writing a book? If not, then I suggest you to consider it. It will be a best seller. :-)


 
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LooTeKuKur,

Dude, this is my very first comment in Sajha. Basically, I read the story and appereciate it within. But this story of yours is not just a regular one. I has compelled me to write something down.

I must tell you that its the best literature piece I have read so far in Sajha. Everything seems so perfect. Dude, you rocked it. So, my question to you is: From the four of the character in the story, which one is you?

Thought about writing a book? If not, then I suggest you to consider it. It will be a best seller. :-)


 
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Alright!~
Once again- You! who writes beautiful stories and is as clean as an angel. Bathes every day and also brushes everyday.



 
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Hi Loot, it is a great writing. It just flows, I cannot believe I read it at one go that too while in office. Looking forward to read more of it...

 
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Can't believe the story is still getting some undue(?) visibility . I had never felt like being a dark horse, i was happy being dog HAHAHA
########
Thanks Natya.

Thanks a lot Ruin. That was really kind of you. Although I don't deserve the accolade, it certainly is a confidence-booster :D. And the answer to your question is --none. I realize that writing a fiction is like JPT guff dine kaam in a logical way..and i ain't too bad in it, it seems. LOL!

Thanks Aviator. Now that pic of yours ( I assume) is really cute. I like the lil' mole and the sword tattoo. Cleanliness is next to godliness, they say and i am an skeptical-atheist HAHAHA,,,

Rabin,
I read your stories too. I like the simplicity and terseness. Keep them coming :D

Thanks allll...
 
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Phew!! I thought I was actually watching a movie!! Nice one Loot!! Hey I was just wondering whatever happen to the woman whom you were suppose to get married married to?

 
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loote...!!!GOOD WORK...!!!

keep it mathi mathi....!!!

Don't forget to edit your writing...!!!

 
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Loote my buddy ole pal! I was browsing Sajha after a while and I saw this thread on the home page and for a brief and elated moment I thought you were back. (sighs)

Just in case you happen to read this, hope you are doing well wherever you are. If you are getting hiccups, that's SNDY ma'am and me talking about you. She can't browse Sajha from her work computer and we are hoping (praying really ) San invents a Sajha app for the iPhone and Droid soon :)

Take care buddy and drop us a note sometime if possible.
 



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