"Blessed is Uncle," said Dipendra, getting a little brighter. "Suppose you are my commission." And I am here before you to testify. Whatever you ask, Uncle, I can ask. ”
Thus I became Dipendra's commission. Then, sitting in the seat of the commission, I began to ask, "Nephew Dipendra, can you tell me what you ate that night without lying?"
"Which night?" He stumbled.
"Is that the night of the family feast at the palace?"
Somewhat embarrassed, he covered his mouth with his fist and thought of something. And when Pulukka looked at me, his eyes could not stay in my eyes and fell to the ground.
"Did you drink alcohol that night?"
"I ate a little, uncle." Feeling uncomfortable, he said.
"And marijuana?"
"Yes, that too."
"And what about that unnamed black substance?"
Dipendra was shocked.
"Why don't you speak?" Tell me, did you eat that black? ”
Covering his mouth, he said, "I'm sorry, uncle. Yes, that too. Putting on a peak cigarette .... ”
"Tell me, dear nephew, who was going to find you that black?"
Covering his mouth with his right hand, he sighed in surprise, "That?"
"Yes, that?"
"Uncle, there were others, there was also a brother."
"How did you learn to eat that black?"
"Carefully, uncle. They were looking for him, but he was addicted to food. ”
"Why did Dipendra Babu eat such a good man, such a black man?"
Uncle, even if there is no life like life. No, she's not there. There are empty curtains between one and the other, there are walls. Curtains in the name of status, walls in the name of security, walls in the name of dignity. There are invisible deceptions and traps within the curtain and the wall, there is arrogance and arrogance. Like an unfortunate prisoner in a prison of his own traditions, status and customs. Ray Dipendra got drunk and ate black substance to escape from the breath of the same prison.
A deep sigh of warmth filled his heart. And he told the secret story of his pain to the commission like this. Uncle, when you look at it from the outside, there is nothing that does not reach the palace. There is wealth, there is soaking, there is splendor, there is luxury, there is everything. But it's really like a smooth goat on the outside, hollow on the inside. When the son feels like meeting the father, the father cannot meet Maharaj. We have to wait for the day to get Darshan.
It is not possible to talk to the mother-in-law like the son easily tells the mother about his heartache. When expressing one's heart, one should be afraid of what the mother will want from the queen. You have to be bound by the rules of Nanavali rules and speak fluently there, uncle, you can't open the door of your heart with confidence. There is no closeness, no intimacy, no openness. The warmth of family life is not there. So, uncle, there is no such thing as life.
No, she's not there. There are empty curtains between one and the other, there are walls. Curtains in the name of status, walls in the name of security, walls in the name of dignity. There are invisible deceptions and traps within the curtain and the wall, there is arrogance and arrogance. Like an unfortunate prisoner in a prison of his own traditions, status and customs. Ray Dipendra got drunk and ate black substance to escape from the breath of the same prison. Yes, that's what he told me in the statement.
I asked, "And Dad, what did you do that night after eating black?"
"Uncle, good night to my sweetheart. I slept soundly that night."
"And?"
"And dream."
"What kind of dream, father?"
"Uncle, I met my father Maharaj in a dream. And I begged my father Maharaj to marry Devyani Rana. My father couldn't even say yes, he couldn't even say no. My father ordered you to decide by asking your mother, by asking your mother. And Uncle, I went to ask Muma Maharani. And Muma Maharani insisted that it was not happening. My uncle said that he can't get it, he can't get it, uncle. And it's my turn to marry the same girl, I insisted. And Muma Maharani was furious. And I have said that I need a wife, you have chosen me. And Muma Maharani ran out of the box. And ... ”
Dipendra's love story soaked in tears seemed to never end. So I asked Pwak in the middle, "And what happened that night, nephew?"
"And Uncle, I had another dream."
"What dream father?"
"I am going to Gorkha by helicopter, Uncle Ray. What a beautiful sight, hockey! Green hillsides, rivers flowing down the hill at the foot of the hill, how many streams of high mountains. But even then, Uncle, I still remember the same Devyani. I don't know why he is so involved in choosing a life partner. I am just as upset that the life of the palace is nothing, Uncle. ”
In a wet voice, Dipendra wiped away the tears with his index finger, trying to deceive my eyes.
"Nephew Dipendra, don't lie - what happened that night?"
"Then, Uncle?"
"Yes, then."
"I was flying in a helicopter, playing with the same thing in my confused mind. And .... ”
"And what?"
"And suddenly lightning struck my head, Uncle - Dang!"
"Babu, in the skull to dry?"
"No, uncle, by helicopter."
"And Uncle, that's how my right to live was taken away."
Here Dipendra stuck his mouth on the wall and started crying again.
Pointing to a piece of paper scattered across the floor, I asked, “And who is that Dipendra? That Dipendra who shot his father, killed his mother, killed his siblings? ”
Without shouting in anger and shaking his hands, he said, "Uncle, that Dipendra is not Dipendra." That is another, another duplicate Dipendra wearing my mask. ”
Hearing that, I covered my mouth. I felt ashamed and my eyes filled with tears like hers.
Pointing to a piece of paper scattered across the floor, I asked, “And who is that Dipendra? That Dipendra who shot his father, killed his mother, killed his siblings? ”
Without shouting in anger and shaking his hands, he said, "Uncle, that Dipendra is not Dipendra." That's another, another duplicate Dipendra wearing my mask. ”
Hearing that, I covered my mouth. I felt ashamed and my eyes filled with tears like hers.
"Uncle," Dipendra shouted in a humble voice.
Be silent as if you have lost your speech.
"Can you say that Dipendra is not Dipendra?" I gave birth to an orphan, uncle .... ”
"Babu Dipendra!" Expressing helplessness, I said, “I see a barrage of bullets everywhere. So many bullets, my little speech .... ”
"Uncle, I never thought I would hear such a word from your mouth. I am a beggar of justice in your pindi .... ”
He looked me in the eye for a moment. I stared into his eyes. Tears began to flow from his eyes. There were tears in the corners of my eyes. And suddenly a loud scream came out of Dipendra's mouth, I was startled like a Satoputlo flying.
The story is over. This is a sad dream I had.
From 'Interactive Black Face in History' published by Interaction Publications Pvt. Ltd.
Thank you - THE END "SEE YOU SOON"
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