Yo article le sarhai hasayo yar http://www.darjeelingnews.net/forumdarjeeling/viewtopic.php?t=2280&postdays=0&postorder=asc&start=640&sid=c35f5dab8f02b85c1b64943c085b1566 PRASHANT FEVER in HONGKON ---------------------------------- The Prasanta fever can be felt in HK neplaese community like elsewhere in the nepalese dominated community. Prasanta indeed is the talk of the hour. After coming back from the hills after a short vacation, Prasanta indeed changed the whole perspective the way I looked life myself. This name evoked a sense of belonging. The chrisma of this name have influenced everybody. I am going to narrate a short incident in regard to this name. My stay in the hills was short and brief but really satisfying. The moments I shared with my family and friends was really beautiful. So I happened to visit my old friend after quite a long time. I visited his home quite often during my week long stay. He seemed happy and so did his wife. like everyone she too seemed like a die hard fan of Indian Idol as for Prasanta. She was pregnant and was due within days. She was taken much care by my good friend. Still Indian Idol made her stay long hours in the night to see her favourite Prasanta sing. Needless to say, my friend and she planned to keep their child's name PRASANTA!! Too cool...!! She was complaining often to my friend that Prasanta was kicking her.......so on... so on.........! I prayed god to fulfill their wish and my very best to both the Prasantas. The next day I got a phone call that she had gone into labor. My friend had called me. Within hour or two he called me again and said the baby had a safe arrival and was a daughter. Oh!! their little dream had shattered. How could they call a baby girl PRASANTA. Life is like that as they saying says. I congraluated him and his family. So I was asked to attend their baby's "Navran" as a special uncle from Hong Kong. So the big day arrived, there were many women folk around. The mother and child were seated in a corner. People had the same talk, the talk of the town..Prasanta. I met the mum and kid and there were formalities as regular but did not have any guts to ask her name. The mum looked happy. "May God bless them".. So I had to pack myself back for Hong Kong. Time was running out. I made a last call to my friend to bid him goodbye and to give my wishes for his new life. Upon conversation he remarked that I did not ask his daughter's name. So, I made up how I had forgetten such an important thing. Guess What!! They had named their daughter's name PRASANTI. No wonder within a decade or two most of us will have our buharis with this name PRASANTI. With love, Firelfly (from the pages of my diary) ADIEU..