|Prithu & me (Daaju Bhai)|
Saturday, December 25, 2010
Not to make my Dashain and Tihar a terrible vacation, I had carried with me a packet of coffee from Kathmandu to my village at Khotang. Whenever I used to ask my granny for a cup of tea she would throw a satire at me as if I had brought her kilos of sugar to store. But I was quite clever this time. I used to be alone at home during the day. Other family members would be at fields. I was jobbed to safeguard the house and feeding chickens. Sometimes, my younger brother, Prithu, would accompany me after he was done playing with other kids.
The Chinese say it’s better to be deprived of food
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Khaled Hosseini's 'A Thousand Splendid Suns,' published in 2007, is a tale of friendship, hatred, love and women sufferings set around the bad times of Afghanistan. This novel tells the story of family and friendship lived in wounded Afghan soil. Moreover, it is a vivid portrait of women's sufferings and their endurance beyond imagination.
Mariam is born ill-fated, a harami- an illegitimate child by a rich man, Jalil, with his onetime storekeeper, Nana. Jalil, to save his face, abandons Nana, with Mariam in her womb, from his big house in Herat to live in the outskirts of a village called Gul Daman. (Khaled Hosseini has mentioned in this book that “Herat is a city where you couldn't stretch a leg without poking a poet in the ass.”)
Jalil often comes to visit Mariam with colorful but sky far dreams for her, which Nana discards as rich lies- a rich man telling rich lies. Once Mariam, behind Nana's eyes, but to her complete knowledge, skips her kolba for Herat to visit Jalil only to find her hanging by a branch of a tree.
Nana, for ignoring her for Jalil's lies, lefts Mariam alone in this