Its 3:00 am and we have just come back from the dussain party. The party as usual was awesome. Lots of mutton, jim, jack and tequila. This time there were lots of new faces around. Got me meet the new guys in town. As last year the party was in paddy dai's place and beer flowed like water. I tried to stay away from drinking but since it was dussain, i had to have a shot of tequila. Its been a month i had some thing to drink. Last time i drank to my fullest was at Ambu dai's graduation. People wouldnt have believed that it was me. This time i was a nice boy, sitting around with the dai's and di's talking about the hereabouts. Dance floor was jammed. Sarita Di had the floor and Rakesh accompanied her. Namita brought one of her Indian friend and she was a great sport too. Dancing to Nepali,Hindi and hip-hop was very enjoyable. I danced a bit (not a great dancer like Namita and Rakesh), i thought i spend more time talking to the dai's and di's. I have so much school work stacked up, but still feeling good. Now i have to go to sleep and start a new day with the school load. Tomorrow again is a party, and the party will continue upto Tihar. The card players are still on their marriage and flash at the party house, while i try to get a good night sleep.

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Justice done !! As usual we were chilling out at the common room after lunch. The setting of the common hall was such that the TV was placed some two feet above ground and people used to lie on the carpet covered floor near the TV, though there were sofas attached to the walls but people preferred reading paper while listening to TV close to it. Vipin, a friend of mine was a faint-hearted personality with superb brains. He was a loner and was mostly glued to his books and locked up in his room. He lived in the room right opposite mine and was a friend from day one at IIM Calcutta. He was among the toppers in the institute and had very little hair on his head, in other words he was bald. In our hostel there were small sub groups based on the wing that one belonged to. I was in E-423 thus I belong to the group E 400s. We affectionately called him Ganja and also Chopra sometimes because to some he looked like PREM CHOPRA- the bollywood villain. Age wise, he must have been a few years older than I, or in other words he was the senior most in the wing. He used to help me in my academics, I was a weak student with no background of engineering and almost every subject in management had maths as its main constituent. The hard-hitting ones were Stats – II, though Stats – I, was easy to clear, Production Management and Operation Research flew over my head. In the evenings he would help me understand the problems so that I don’t fail in the quantitative subjects. I used to score well in subjects related to behavioral studies or marketing. At times I remember he would encourage me with remarks like “ Honda, I really appreciate your grasping ability, I see you take very little time to understand things, and thus it is easy to teach you”. I would smile though I knew he was saying these words to only encourage me. He was a nice guy with altruistic nature that was all I thought about him. Vipin was a very sensitive fellow, who could be hurt very easily. Very small matters troubled this poor soul. Should I say he was hyper sensitive? If his bike got punctured he would be tensed about the time that will be wasted dragging the bike to the mechanic. He is the most tensed guy around when the grades are being declared after the exams. During results one can find him loitering at the admin block corridors, and if he gets lower than his expected grade he will discuss why it happened for several days. But I never found him boring, though others did. During days when we have no quizzes or we had some holidays, he would come to me and ask me whether I was interested in going to town, to catch a movie or have some beer. I don’t think he had too many friends in the campus, unlike me. We had gone out a couple of times earlier and I had known him to be a very honest and emotional fellow. We talked about our families, our other friends in delhi and our future. He used to advise me to be more serious in my studies. Vipin also came in the common hall after lunch that day and picked up the paper and sat in the center among several of us. I was not reading and so was this guy called Manish who was lying around 10 feet away from me. We had sofa seats under our head as a pillow. Vipin unknowingly sat in such a place that it blocked our view of the TV, I adjusted and changed my angle of view and kept watching TV. But this other fellow Manish who I always thought had an ugly sense of humour did not bother to adjust but reacted in a very ugly way. “Abe bh**di kay Ganje tu transparent hai kya ? I am watching TV can’t you see – chal hat” This must have been the most embarrassing moment of life for Vipin. There were so many guys in the common room and the shout was so loud that everyone turned his head towards Manish, who was lying on the floor like a local gunda in a mujra session with couches tucked under his head and arms. Vipin, completely shocked shifted and bit, did not utter a word and sank back to the paper that he had lifted to read. I could make out he wanted to get out of there, he wanted to go and jump into the lake, he had a red face, he was not reading but pretending to have ignored Manish’s action. He was the type who believes in live and let live. I felt real bad for him. I must help him, I thought, he was such a nice guy around and most harmless. How could I bear this injustice right under my nose. I had to bring Manish to justice. I looked at Manish – “ Manish, Bh^^n Ch^d, dubara phir kabhi Vipin say is tarah baat kiya to mai teri g^^nd tod dunga !” the volume of this statement was louder than what he made just a few second back. Heads did turn. But Vipin was in a different world, still not recovered from his shock, He was so lost, I think he did not even hear me shout. He did not turn his head. Manish was shocked. He knew I was stronger than him. I had embarrassed him. He realized his mistake and perhaps others also felt I made justice. I kept watching TV. Others also turned back to their usual self. There was complete silence, only the noise of TV news reporter. After a while I got up and went back to my E – 423 to relax. In the evening I usually played footer volley ( volley ball played with legs on the badminton court). That day as usual I got ready and as I passed Vipin’s room, suddenly Vipin calls “Honda” I went to his room, he said, “ yaar, that Manish bastard abused me in public, it was very embarassing” I said “ Chinta mat kar yaar, fit kar diya hai saale ko “ “Thanks” I said “its Ok bay “ and I started climbing down. “Honda Sun” he called again “Kya” I replied “Yaar, shaam ko town chalega kya, kuchh kha pee kay aayenge” He asked “Chal” I agreed He was perhaps so indebted towards my gesture that he was unable to contain the favour and wanted to pay back the very same day. Though I did accept his treat, but what about his academic favours to me. I still feel I owe so much to a few of my friends for helping me in college. Jitendra Garbyal Dehradun 9897000952

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Dashain(dashera) is the time of the year that makes me miss home so much more.When i was little i used to count months and days for the dashain and tihar vacations to start.When it was finally there my excitement would know no limits.Everything during those 10 days of dasain would seem so auspicious, everyone would be going to all the famous temples(devta-sthan as they say in nepal)in the morning.Mummy and baba would engage themselves in pooja pathh everymorning and by that time daju and me would run off to the nearest pasal(shop)to buy changas(kites).During dashain days the crispy clear blue sky is dotted with colorful kites flown by the kids all over the kathmandu valley.Daju and me were no exception,we both used to climb on the highest roof with the kites and strings. Daju used to be soo good at making kites rise up high and once it was up in the sky stable enough for me to hold he would pass the lattai(i think it is called charkhi in hindi)to me.Wow,what a pleasure it was, even though i was just holding the strings for a minute or two. All our gamalas in the house would be filled with sayapatri ful, it's sweet strong smell would make me feel more that dashain was there.As saptami, asthami,navami drew closer we knew it was time for a goat to be sacrificed.Baba along with other friends would kill the poor goat for feast and mummy and daju would be busy cleaning the mess and cooking tons of meat.The best part was when family and friends came over for lunch and dinner and played cards for hours,sometimes overnight till next morning. And i would ask for jitauri money(part of jitahuwa money) from them which they would happily give me. As the big day of dashain(bada dashain) was there, i would put on my new frock and sandals and get ready for the tika.Baba, mummy and daju would smear my forehead with thick red tika and jamara and give me blessings which i cared lesser and much for the money(dakshina)they gave me after tika.As i would count the notes of 10's and 20's i would feel like the richest person in the world. Today, when i look back at my dashain pictures in my childhood days i can still feel the joy of those days, such little pleasures mean more than anything now, they have become precious memories.Staying thousands of miles away from home is sure difficult when such occasions come by and all you have is fond memories of yesteryears.

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reading the mail to sandesha di, it was aweful. What is the big deal if a woman keeps her last name of includes it in her name. There is no hard and fast rule to it. Anonymosity in rungmung is killing me. so many anonymous names in the pic comments and chat. I visit the chat room often in order to get to know my rung people. I have known a few but its very annoying and irritating when people dont disclose who they are. I have come to build relations and learn more about my rung folks, not spend the whole time on rounds of questions and answers. It so happend that now i use a nick name to enter the chat room (bourbon street). There are some names like mine that are stable and people know there identity. This website is a opportunity for us to better know our roots and spread our traditiona and culture. Spread it to other communities and to people like me who are not aware of so many rung traditions and customs. I have learnt so much about my society through this website. Being funny-humorous is one thing and being a wierdo with unacceptable remarks is another. If some one has the odesity to say somethinglike that, then why not disclose your name? Hum pyar baantne aye hain kisi ko chot kyu pahuchana. If you wanna be a forefront and say thh kadwa sach, then there are ways to do so. There are so many comments that dont make it to the website for long as they are deleted for their insane contents. Make yourself proud and as the dialogue in dil chahata hai goes: " be a man!" It could go for females too. I have no intentions of being outright as i too have shortcomings. No one is perfect and you can never find one. Lets make the society more compatible lets make the people welcomed.

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saw the posts of kailash and ambu on birthdays... thought i shall add my little experience of these things... i think till 12th standard we never really celeberated birthdays... though we kept diary and noted some birthdays.. but never came that kinda situation... :) after coming into engineering i took part in many extra curricular things ( in fact for 3 years i did only that :) ) and in some of those groups birthdays were tradition. the birthday party had to be given by the person whose birthday it was ( costly thing :)) and then person would get birtday bumps...( another painful experience). i was very bad at remembering birthdays of people and even used forget mine many times... in our family i think first time we celeberated birthday was for my niece megha and i think ever since children's birthdays are the thing to celeberate... whereas we other members of family keep old tradition of not remembering birthdays, alive :) i still cant remember all birthdays.. though i am reminded of mine by loyal friends :) one of the rather strange celeberation of birthdays was during my management school days. there the age old tradition was that the floormates of the person would organize the cake etc and all people of hostel would be called to cut the cake at midnight ... cake would be cut and distributed ... then left over cake would be smeared on the poor birthday person's face, head ( whatever they could get hold of) and then suddenly 3-4 buckets of water would appear and then instant bath :) .. next day whole floor would be smelling rotten eggs... anyway.. i decided to escape the day my turn was to come :)...

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read about kailash's bday blast... and my heart twitched.. brought back old memories.. I think Kailash's was the only birthday that was celeberated in Dharchula/Darchula when we were growing up... kailash was a celeberity in his own right and I was among the few previleged ones that got to attend his bdays year after year.. at times we would wonder if they could have the party atleast more than once a year.. I dont think we knew what bdays meant or why they were celeberated.. all we were interested in the delicacies kailash's mom would cook.. and yes the cake most of all.. even though most of the time they would be make shift cakes made with halwa(suji), etc.. but it was heaven for us.. as for me celebrating my own bdays.. i really never cared about it.. but i do still remember one funny little incident when i was in nainital staying in a private hostel.. we used to call her rana aunty.. i dont know for some unknown reasons my fufus and didis have been celeberating my bdays on 15th of august(not that its the correct date).. but anyways.. being a holiday we were all at the hostel and after lunch we were required to take a nap... but all of a sudden my fufus(bindu and chanda and couple of their friends) showed up.. they used to attend dsb college (kumaon univ) in nainital.. they wanted to take us (kavita di and myself) to town to celebrate my bday(well that was the plan).. they wanted to keep it a secret from me but rana aunty being rana aunty wouldnt allow me to go out that particular day.. and after much coaxing and cajoling she finally agreed only after she was told about the plans but then the cat was already out of the bag... whew.. i almost missed my own bday party.. imagine that.. and man.. it was some party... i think i still have some of those pics.. it was the only bday party i ever had untill last year before last finally here in states.. well it had become more of a tradition in birmingham to take everyone out on dinner on bdays... i think it is more of an excuse to get out of the daily monotonous routine.. but whatever it is.. it sure is fun.. thats the bottom line... bdays rock...

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ever since the website for rung mung was thought of ... we had dreamed of lot of participation from rung mung .. we had requested people... eductaed them about the concept... thankfully much of it has worked due to the efforts put in by everyone involved... but a few things irk us ... one of them is this anonymous business.... in comments on photos and some other section we find that lot of comments are signed anonymous... some are funny .. some are plain.. but some are downright nasty... we rung mung have a few people who have that kind of sense of humour .. i think we cant hide that fact...what we expect from rungmung is that these people shd atleast have strong enough spine to put their names to the words they dish out...( i remember a few jyakpa kids from childhood.. whose favourite pastime would be to throw stones on people's houses and then hide .... i guess those kids are still inside the heads of these people ) i wouldnt have written this but for the comment i read on the news item we had put on sandesha's effort to help CAT aspirants...

on Wednesday, October 5th, anon said dear ,sandesa hi ! i want to correct you littile bit? In rung thumcharu after marriying native sir name is not encluded as you mentioned Sandesa Raypa Garbyal. Since Woman status in rung raju is so high i think it is wrong practice, to know your self& abt Sandesa is sufficient. pl.don't give the burden of words to the society. thanks.

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yeah.. it is that time of the year in bungba.... when one goes thru a taxing bout of eating the same stuff again and again in every house of the village... and the fact that it is mandatory for you to go to each house ...hmmm makes for some killing digestive disorders.. i remember one syungthung spent in pangu. i had gone with harish tite ( harish hyanki ji) to get a taste of syungthung. having been removed from the rung scene at young age of 4-5 i always had the longing to get back into swing of the rung life in villages. so i had forced my mom to let me go with harish tite to their village. on syungthung day i must have had million teas and zillion "shels" ( appropriate name as they were like tank shells in their effect on the body).me and another similar guest of the village took a detour to jyoongti in the middle of the afternoon to relieve our overtaxed intestines... but on the way back we were again greeted with more of " khale shyan mung ... runi runi..!! " :) all said and done syungthung is the day the whole bungba waits for every year... i guess in byankho.. equivalent is the badani time.. what is the equivalent in darma ??

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Go kailash its your birthday! we gonna party! Never thought my bday would be the same. After so many years, this year was special. I remember the days, as a kid, when mom used to celebrate my bday. With so many people around, those days were good. As i grew up bday seemed just another day for me. I personaly dont like celebrating bday. Well i enjoy the party several friends have on their bday. But have i done anything worthwhile in this world to feel special. Everyone is special to someone, particularly to our parents. Have i done any favor by being born? Contemplating, i do have a reason to stick to the society. (Guess this is a serious note, ** I am happy and enjoying and defintely not bored) Bdays dont make me excited but sure yesterday i felt good. I always think, why do gals get so excited on their bdays, advertising to everyone that it is their bday that day. Well we had thought of going out to dinner, but my schedule, i was in school till 11 pm. Anyways it wouldnt have been better than home. Four of us (including our pal's night stopover). She got some Sushi (yumm, the super crunch with salmon) and Namita made her special recipe (second time try out, first being in Boston), the world famous chicken biryani and siwaya for desert. Not to forget my favorite in the menu, shrimps (spicy hot asian style). And guess what it was like TBS channel, movie and a dinner, adding a bottle of champagne with the delicious tirimishu cake (loved it when i first had it in Olive Garden). The movie being non other then, Salaam Namaste. Blending into Nick's recipes, it was a great night. I recieved so many bday wishes that i have lost count of it, so many emails and some calls, never was like it. Its time others wish me, as i remember all my friends bdays. My friends did thier part this time. I am proud of you guys! And yes! I felt special, its one day everyone should feel special. Thank you guys for making it one.

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my boring stories - Blog has made it easy to share short stories that I keep writing. Well earlier I used to write them and send to my friends (whether they read or not). These stories were stored in any PC, and I normally forgot where I kept them and they would get lost with some virus problem in the compu. Now I think i will be able to share my write ups and perhaps learn to write from the blogs that I read. Normally I write in the form of a letter rather than a discriptive story. Most of the times it is monotonous, but I will have to share my stories even if you guys dont like it. kya kare I want to learn to write some good stories and insha allah I will some day, but till then you guys will have to read all the crap that i write. I advise other members of the group to create their blogs and let us store them in this website, well in the older years we will feel great reading our blogs in this site of ours. Jitendra Garbyal 09897000952 Dehradun 07 - oct - 2005

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