यो सम्झिने मन छ!!!
My classic Sony Ericsson 300i played irritating Greeting ringtone to wake me up at 6 am. I pulled my hands below the pillow to search for my vibrating cell phone. The ring tone was getting louder every single time it buzzes. So I grabbed and mute it. Between my half opened, wax filled and stretched eyebrow I saw the screen of my 300i displaying 2/14/11, Monday. The load shedding schedule published by NEA was indicating that my neighborhood will get the electricity till 8am so I grabbed my laptop and started social networking. My god, so many love quotes and message. It’s not even daybreak and guys started polluting my wall with all those so called loving shit. So here comes Mr. R’mes with another update in his wall ‘so many luv quotes and messages.. where did u find all these guys... must have been good google surfer......’ . I went through the notification and I found out that Mr. R’mes was tagged in photo of a friend from the school. I hurried and open the photo. To my surprise it was the golden memories of my school days. I was suited in Daura, Surwal, waistcoat, pattuki, a nice looking Dhaka topi in the head and a scarf in the neck. God damn it! It was me then. I went through the face of my dancing partner, and big smile appeared in my visage. ‘See you fool; did u really danced with her?’ I was questioning myself. Wahh I got the photo of my first dance, first stage show, first Nepali dress and more than that my first crush. I right clicked and clicked save image as. Then opened media player and played 'माया गोदाबरी फुल फुल्यो'।
I was nostalgic. The teenager inside me started dancing again. The vivid image of my later part of school days started to ring around my brain. I remembered how much nuts were we back then. And today during my last days of college I wanted to be nuts but I can’t. I haven’t had so much courage to be me. ‘Thank you god for making me myself back in those days’ I prayed to god. I remembered the same day back then. I stayed late night the day before writing letters to my valentine. Writing, writing, writing and finally tearing it. And again writing, writing, writing and finally tearing it. Didn’t know what went wrong but I couldn’t save a single page to give it do her the next day. My class work copy was in a dustbin by the morning. The day started like a just another day.
I got two things to get worried about first one was how to ask a money to dad for the classwork copy and the other was how can I express my feeling to her. I postponed the first one for the next day with 20 times up and down in front of the class. And second one haunted me the whole day. She walked past me many times the whole day and I was there looking at her and swallowing my saliva with a heavy breath. There was nothing I could do except look at her. I came home with a heavy heart. That day I tuned Radio Nepal whole evening and listen every song of Narayan Gopal that were broadcast through the radio. That was the first time I wished that the day Feb 15 never comes. But why it wouldn’t. Indeed the day come with the sun rising above the Sarangkot and I paid the heavy price for the first love letter that I never send. Harsh comment of mom, grumpy look of dad, two slap of an elder brother and an empty belly for the whole day.
Waking from the flashback, I changed the playlist of window media player. ‘Maya godabari phool fulyo’ was replaced by A Fine Franzy and Alan Jackson’s. I opened Microsoft Word and the next post appeared in Youth Mind archives after an hour and half. The valentine day evening after 8 years is not quite different except A Fine Franzy’s Almost Lover in place of Narayan Gopal’s Yo samjine maan cha,(यो सम्झीने मन छ, म बिर्सु कसोरी) Microsoft word in place of a Class work copy, facebook wall in place of newspaper posted wall of my room back home.
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