Bhangeri Love

Kuro jhannai jhannai purano nai bhaisakyo bhanda hunchha. Rajesh was a na. su. Saraha ko karinda at a office in Naxal. Used to make less than two grand a month. Tyai grand pani eversliding Ne. Ru. ma. But he had a decent house built by his father on a purkhauli ghaderi near Gairidhara. His father was considered a lucky man since he was posted somewhere in Tarai town at a revenue collection agency. Jagirko paisa was for him-Rajesh- to keep or spend. Rajesh even used to bring his office motorbike- a Rajdoot 175CC- to impress other unemployed bhateharu like me and sundarlepan le mag magayeka nawa taruniharu. Chwak maiyaka ghar aghika bata ma ta afno puchharko jhinga tokna ghumeko kukkur jhai ghumthyo usko motorbike pithuma uslai bokera. Bidhiko bidambana, not even a single maiya let alone the chwaks ever gave him attention. So, he gradually pulled out from our neighborhood and was frequently seen sitting right in front of PK not campus but school in Dillibazar occasionally with his rowdy Rajdoot. Afno tole lai lakshit gardai bhanthyo, tyo tole ma ta euta chwak chhaina yaaar---sappai ghorpa nai ghorpa. I didnt know what ghorpa meant but was certain that it did not mean beauty.

It was almost 4 Tuesday afternoon and Rajesh was sitting in front of PK school focusing his fading eyes at the main gate for any or all those young girls in green suit and white shawl. It has been more than a month since he started this taruni jhukkau campaign but so far the campaign was still stuck at its feet. No luck. Everyday Rajesh felt lucky before 4 but unlucky after 5. That day too he was having good vibration inside. Rajdoot was also with him that afternoon. KTharu mauriko gola bata niskya jastai niskya niskai the but being a thorn, perhaps, not even a single mauri was sticking her eyes on poor Rajesh. Then amazingly as always a Rolls Royce pulled over by the main gate. Yasto school ma ko aaune re chha Rolls Royce liyera? Rajesh thought. What did he knew what that afternoon had for him. A young girl came out of the main gate. The driver of that Rolls Royce opened the door for the girl bowing his head. She hopped in but not before locking her eyes with Rajeshs. He couldnt believe what just happened. He was still in shock but she was not. She looked back at him again from her back windshield with her lovely eyes. Rolls Royce started rolling. Bhagwan deta hai to chhappar far ke deta hai he said to himself and kicked his bike for start and rolled on following that car.

Rolls Royce passed Kamal pokhari, Naxal, Tangal, Bhatbhateni, turned right toward Dhalku then leaving behind that Dhalku curve, the car headed toward Bishalnagar. Yasko ghar kaha re chha? Rajesh asked to himself but he didnt know. Also, it really didnt matter much to him anyway. She looked back many times during that joy ride and Rajesh thought she even smiled a couple of times at him. But who knows for sure. May be she did may be she didnt. Her Rolls Royce hunked right in front of a black huge gate of a palace looking compound. The door opened, the car moved on but as the doorman was closing the gate, the girl looked back at Rajesh. Rajesh swore he saw her smiling at him. That black gate was the dead end for him.

Next day he was at the PK gate right ontime. He couldnt borrow Rajdoot from his work that day but that was not the issue with him. That day a Mercedes pulled over. She certainly smiled at him and got in the car. Rajesh fanatically searched for a taxi. He asked the taxi cab to follow the Mercedes. She again looked back and smiled at him. She certainly did. Again, her Mercedes entered that huge black gate of her palace leaving Rajesh behind. He paid off the cab and walked back home through Baluwatar and by following that paved road between Nilsaraswati and Bhatbhateni.

Bholi palta pani Rajesh kuri rahyo PK ko gate ma. She came but didnt look at him at all. He didnt understand a thing but still followed her all the way to her palace but she did not looked back.No, not even once. He paid the taxi and walked back to home in Gairidhara with a heavy heart. What happened he did not know. Tyasko bholi palta parsi palta pani she didnt care for him. Rajesh ko mutu charkyo. He kept on following her. Usle afno prem chamatkar sathiharulai sunaunai la thyo tara taruni ko chal bhadkina lako dekhera dikka bho. Aba ali ali garera Rajesh le uslai man nalagi nalagi bhe ni birsana khojdai thyo tara tyo din feri she smiled at him. He did not think much but stopped a taxi and followed her to her black gate again. Right before entering her palace, she waved at him. Rajesh ta Budhanilkantha jastai bho---dangrangai.

Kahile hasne kahile nahasne kahile school aaune kahile naaunekahile wave pani garne kahile wastai nagarnegarda gardai dui mahina bityo. Duitai mahina ko talab taxi ra sathiharu lai chadaudai chat bhaisakya thyo tara taruni sanga ek sabda bolna pa haina Rajeshle.

Tyo din pani Bishalnagar samma taxi ma follow gardai aayo Rajesh. She went in with a melting smile and provoking wave leaving him wander outside. As he was returning, Bikramdai said to Rajesh from that kumari than tree, pachhi karang ma sarangi bajaunu parla hai baulaha ko pachhi nalag. Rajesh didnt like the comment. Afu patyauna saknu chhaina ani kasaile patyauna layo bhani dadho garne.

Rajesh was madly in love with her.

Sometimes later, I met him in Bhatbhateni. Bharkhar banako ghar tira herdai ohoro dohoro gardai thyo. After initial formalities, I asked about that darbariya girl. He just got irritated then said hyaaa----- Yo ghar ma Guntum ko baini baschhe yaar he said with enthusiasm. Kina ra ke bho? I wanted to know about that palace girl. Aru ke hunthyo? Tyo kt tam mu** sadkya re chha nta---khattam mu** bahula re chha yaar---katti lai jhundai sakya re chha---mu** ma pani**kya bawal*** hawa khuskya kt ko pachhi lagira--- He quickly smiled then said,tara yo Manange Guntum ko baini ni harip chwak chhe yaar---kasseki chhehijo ek smile di saki---baru mu ** ta arko side bata hinnaahile feri bhadkeli.