Musing Reminisce

The silver shimmered as the right hand yanked the handles to yawn open the blades of the metal cutter. The left hand picked up the round hard supari and precariously balanced it on the lower blade using just the left hand's thumb and the forefinger. The top blade now came down on the nut just about holding it in place. The right hand applied pressure on the handles as the blades exerted their strength on the nut. SNAP -- the supari cracked into half and fell into the palm of the left hand. The right hand after placing the cutter on the table picked up one half of the supari and handed it to the contract killer. The initiation was done. The deal was sealed. Someone's life would be snuffed out. Tick Tok Tick Tok Tick Tok The timer clock had started ticking.   This was Gangland Bombay This practice of supari being cut into half and a half being handed over to the killer continued during the killings in the gangland war of Bombay. ‘Supari’— areca nut ie the simple betel nut had tak...

”  Babumushoi, zindagi aur maut upar waale ke haath hai ... usse na toh aap badal sakte hai na main ... hum sab to rangmanch ki kathputliyan hai jinki dor upar waale ki Ungliyon mein bandhi hai” My friend, life and death is in the hands of God ... you can't change it and neither can I ... we all are puppets of the theater whose string is tied in the fingers of God   As this famous Rajesh Khanna dialogue from ’Anand’ kept playing in his mind Raju Nepali was terrified.  Realisation had just come. His God was ’D’   Another Anand dialogue resounded   ’Kab, kaun, kaise uthega ... yeh koi nahin bata sakta hai’   (When, who, how someone will die ... no one can tell that) He knew his end was near.                         - -----///------   Born and bred as Raju Shrestha in the small Newar village of Pyangaon, located in Lalitpur district, near Chapagaon within the Kathmandu Valley his transformation t...

  ”At the stroke of the midnight hour, when the world sleeps, I will awake to an encounter with people from the other world.  This will be my tryst with Aliens.” As the clock on the steeple of the far-away church in Matheran struck 12 and the church bells gonged I opened my eyes and started my journey along with my three friends. I had decided I would find the wormhole and encounter these aliens by hook or by crook.  Tagging my three best pals the journey had started.  We were young and full of zeal.  It would be Mission Accomplished. Living in deep forestation somewhere near Matheran hill stations we were always discouraged to travel far from our habitat. There was a wormhole in the border of these forests and legend had it that if you found and navigated through this wormhole you would land up in the land of the Aliens. It was a terrifying prospect for us due to the fear psychosis created around the aliens and the location of the holes. My uncle who was a mast...