KATHMANDU TALE- Kanchha and his dreams
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He came to my room and said, " Daai, will you teach me this problem?" I was just overwhelmed by his thirst for knowledge. I could clearly see his eyes very eager to know.

Though his real name was Som Bahadur everyone calls him " Kanchha" an easy identification. He is innocent and tender of just 12, has been here in my house owner's house as a servant for last six months. Quite often, I wonder how efficient and hardworking he is. He never puts off anything for tomorrow.

Dhiraj, the son of house owner, an equally aged of Kanchha comes to me for tuition. He likes more to talk and play than studying, talks about Bob Marley and Eminem. He has painted his school bag written " No fear" and " Kill me"and often spends time playing games on computers, watching wrestling on TV and playing cricket. He studies in one of the famous schools in Kathmandu. Famous in a sense it charges more tuition fee. Only the thing he has to do his to take food in time and to complete his homework and that is more difficult than climbing Mt Everest for him.

On the other hand, Kanchha gets up early in the morning, fills up the water, mops the floor, sweeps, makes breakfast, and carries the five KG's bag of Dhiraj up to his school bus stop. After washing dishes and finishing all the works he goes to school. Last week he was admitted to a government school at Tangal Ma Vi, Tangal. The government schools in Kathmandu are famous for the servant schools.

He likes to study and shares his dream to be a THULO MANCHHE ( Great Man). When I asked what is THULO MANCHHE he flushed "Thaha chhaina tara Motorcycle chadhen ani taai lagaune". After school he comes back and his work starts again. Washing plates, preparing supper, watering the plants, going to market, again making dinner, cleaning the house, washing clothes and so on. Hi finds no time to get rest.

He sleeps very late. He sleeps at storeroom which is just opposite from mine. The light of his room will be on till late night. There is always one sided and unspoken competition between him and me. Every night I challenge him I would wake up earlier than him but next morning when I will be ready for college he would be sweeping the courtyard. He greets me a with pleasant smile.


Kanchha loves folk songs. When I play " Wari Jamuna…." Or "Sasuralima…" he erects his ears and tries to come to my room if he is free. He sounds romantic and cheerful by listening such type of songs. He looks lovely if he smiles so often I find a time to play songs just for him.


Once I asked about him. He said that he is from a remote village of Gorkha. His father left for India last year. His only elder brother of 16 is " Maobadi" and lives in jungle. Once he also joined his brother but he ran away after 2 days. He has only a mother in village.
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To be contd....
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Please leave ur comments :-)

Someone like this......

one more but sounds usual story, until i get a chance to read full version if posted.

please continue your story as soon as possible.

I feel sorry for kancha.

yea me too

Sorry for him??
see the same story from little different prespective, what if he does not come to ktm (or brought). He wud be in the same remote village in gorkha.
Don't u think he has some oppertunity to do st. If he works very hard enough, someone or organiztion may sponser him for higher eduation.

awww...kancha's sooo cute!!!
wish we cud do sth for ppl like him..help them make 'thulo manche'!!

Thanks Thaha panyen, ya its an ordinary story which we comeacrorss in Ktm, just usual thing...BUT i just try to look from different persepective....Of soon I will post another part. see ya around.

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Badboys, Kudos!!!!U like the story and, I will hit again , thanks for reading....

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LSU tiger...... Thanks

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Hey Biswa, Ur absolutely right, and the way u look at things is just perfect. Ur positive outlook is really appreaciated. Things could have always been worse. LIked ur idea v much...Keep it up.

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Hey some dude......www.kanchha? he he he...yup so cute, Cool u went through it...have a nice day.-

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Comments appreaciated........

^¨¨¨¨~¨¨¨¨¨~~~~~Amazing~~~~~~~~~~

ufff another contd,,,,,,
kya ho yesto bro ,,,,, teo scaninevian ki kya bhancha teha chitai po rati huncha ki kya ho ,,,, ki lekhda lekhdai batti jancha nepa'la jasto ....

ani yo katha story chai kati pura nio hau ???/,,, maile ni sune sune ko ta ho yaestai huncha bhane ra ,,,
lu lu chiitai battai bati balera contd... suru garni po ho ki rate bro ( teo chai rato bhale ko jasto kapal bhayera kya lol )))


anyway nice job keep it upp

Ha ha freak dude, story padheko ma dherai dherai dhanyabad....ho yaar Yo scandinavia ra Amrika ko time ek dum pharak chha.....haa haa Loadshdng bhanya?? kaha ko batti janu ni?? This is the most develped regoion in the world ....RE KYA.. whatever........

How do u knwo my hair is in red colour?? k ho bro........CIA nai lagayar patta lagayko ho ki kya ho? well it is true story, u asked time?? it was when I used to live in Ktm. U know those were the days man.......... I lived in Maligaun, near Handigaun kya.. it was fun wndering around Bishalnagar, Dhumbarahi, Gairidhara ko Naan, Gahanapokharai Campion ko maiya haru.......God that was the LIFE.....ahile ta .........Yeah kanaha aagye hum.......... by the way where ru from?

OK yaar willl post the story tomorrow hai...mind nagara hai bro.....

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By the way, many of u who r from Ktm migh have had KANCHHAS backhome, how do u inteprert the incident? any commnet?
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Good nite for now hai ta

kasto hau yo rate ta mu pani ktm ko hau ,,, tara mro ma no kancho no kanchi kya garnu mero dad dont trust anyone ,,, tesaile kya dukkaha payera timrai pari gau tira aprabas ma chu hau
eso rate ko gau tira ni ghumna jamm ki bhane ko pheri teo ratai pardaina re teta tira ta kya ho testo ,,,malai pheri rat parena ki nindai lagdaina bhane ko ,,ani testo bikasit rastra le yeo rati parna sakdai na bhane ko ,,,,


lu lu rate chito chito suta ani bholi saberai yeo baki anka chapne tira lagne ho ki ???

Dear Sajah frens, here we go again

Contd...........

Recap--
Once I asked about him. He said that he is from a remote village of Gorkha. His father left for India last year. His only elder brother of 16 is " Maobadi" and lives in jungle. Once he also joined his brother but he ran away after 2 days. He has only a mother in village.
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Kanchha and his dreams-II
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He was brought in Kathmandu by his cousin who works nearby in another house. Watching T.V., eating Mo. Mo., and looking tall buildings tempted him to come here. He told he was very happy to see gas stove, refrigerator, phone, TV and he feel proud to say that he has spoken over phone sometimes.

He turns his face down and makes pale if someone asks whether hs misses his mother and father. His silence expresses how he feels and speaks more than thousand words. Last week, there was a small party. It was Dhiraj's birthday. His friends were there with cards and gifts wearing clean and colourful dresses. Kanchha was serving them. Dhiraj and his friends were playing and laughing. Kanchha was unable to understand their language.


The other night I compared these two innocent kids where one is struggling to survive and other one is enjoying his childhood. I found a big gap between these two tenders; both the pillars of the country and the nation builders of the tomorrow. There are thousands of Kanchhas or even worse than him who are dying every moment to live, toiling every second to hand to mouth.


The very next morning when I was ready for college I saw Kanchha's charming face He was sweeping he gave me a smile as usual. "Have you enjoyed yesterday's party?" Simply I asked. He said nothing after sometime when I was about to move he said seriously " Daai, I also want to celebrate my birthday." His last sentence made me think a lot.

The End

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Thansk for reading
Please leave ur comments
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Amazing bro thanks la 'yathartha kath bastu lai sametera paskane kam gareko ma', its a real story of the situation of rural gaule ,
ma pani ta tehi gau bata aayeko ta ho ni , tara kanchha ma bhanda eak barsa pachi aayeko ho kathmandu.

well well thx from next day contd not like of DC gals monthly serial any way ,,, i have no clue where u exactly from nepal, but before i landed here i use to work in nepali and used to be outside velly 10 months in a year, during that 5 years of my work i been most of places awaaaaaaaaaaaa so awaful life ....


la yo ni contd .... will start new thread i guesss
ki kasto ta rate
any way thx for sharing i like the way u write
and shit i am so poor i finish every thing in bloody 1 sentence ufff uff la la keto lekhdai garma haoi

amazing deeds ... keep on writing ...!

Amazing! Please donot write "The End". Why not to go "back to the future" of Kanchha.

Thanks Sragdhara for nice compliments
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Freek, cheers as usal :-) well, nice to know u ve got chance to be in real nepal......any nice experiences???

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ALSON Nepal, thanks for encouragement, u also keep writing, I enjoyed reading ur piece abt Sudeshana n London though I ddnt leave any comment........

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Good idea raman dude, now i might give a try.......lets see hai ta.......!!!!!

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And thanks for all the readers who have found little time to go through this piece though u ddnt drop any comments, once again thanks for reading!!!!

To kancha: wish you all the happiness in the world.

To amazing: padna maja aayo.
keep it up

To badboys : Comment padhera malai khushi lagyo