"License please"..The policeman xrayed Akansha with his bigfat torchlite....... Splash , sploosh..it's 3 am in the morning...the Chakrapath Police always annoyed the traffic..why the hell did she have to use that route..

She had hurriedly put on her mom's dark lipstick and her oversized glasses ..in order to hide her identity..She had outsmarted many policemen before with her mom's license, but this time..this time she hardly breathe, the Kurta's shawl almost knotted around her neck..and she was wet with her own sweat..

"Mrs Karki, its too dangerous to go around the highway, where are you going at this time of the night?" Policeman Bhairabh was annoying.." Oh..my niece is sick in Budhanilkantha I have to reach there in Five.."

Alrite Mrs. Karki..otherwise this is curfew time and we're going to arrest you if it happens next time...

So Akansha turned left..thank god she knew where she was...it was 5 when she reached home turning and twisting and reaching back to Man bhavan..

She slided her car in the garage..even the dog lay asleep...when she got up as her school alarm went off at 8.30 she found herself wet...wet with some of her sweat,
wet with mud and wet with ..........blood!!!!!!!!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!

hush,...
what happened? to the duel ??? bowing out?? already?

Specks of dotted blood in her pink and blue kurta...akansha realized...that she had to put up two essays for her history class and another assignment for her literature..whether or not she had had enough sleep wasn't what she thinking about..5 minutes of shower..she trashed her clothes in the bin..put on her pleated school skirt ...gulped down the cornflakes and was on the bus by 9...where she scribbled some notes for the literature and jotted some points for history...

Well last nite had been her historic expedition..she knew mom and her younger sis would be at mama ghar for "dar" for teez fasting ...so she made up her story of being sick, stole her dad's keys and her mom's license..for a picnic at Nagarjuna..it was surreal..rest of her 9th grade frens had couple of beers, food, mats and stolen cigarettes wrapped up.....

Rakshya, Puja and Swati..had no idea that akansha would be calling her bf, Tenzin and his frens to join them and they had bunked half day at school for this rendezvous.. no time on top of a hill, they playing poker, dancing, eating and then Tenzin decided to stop and buy cchhhyang from the nearest restaurant...more than the chhyang they got some green stuff that they first got to smoke...smoke pot..that is..by 9.30 it was scary dark...the guys and Akansha had to drop each girl home safely..finally she had to drop Puja at Swayambhu...her last stop...and when she did that...she was so high..and the rain made it worse to see anything...

The dirty buses splashed more waters onto her tiny Subaru her dad had bought for her but had only promised to let her ride it after she passed the final exams, her only motivation to go to school..

As she was turning from the small hill around the temple..she heard a big bang as if her rear tires were burst..she got out and there lay a bloodied body...a body of a baby monk...at first she thought it was a monkey...but then as she lay her hands to reach under the left rear tire..a hand groped hers...Akansha was so petrified...1 million things raced in her already hallucinating mind..how cud she a 15 yr old cud have managed to do so many sins, beginning with a lit cigarette , now to hitting a sage boy---a li'l Buddha...

As she picked up the struggling body in her fragile frame, she saw 5-6 monks running towards her..she had to time to think..she put the body in her passengers seat, turned the ignition and raced out of Swayambhunath.."god please don;'t kill the baby was the only thing she was thinking about".. and then one thing led to another..she saw a clinic sign in about 4 yards from where she was, dropped the about 2yr old kid on the doorstep, rand the bell and fled..................

Inspector Bhariabh was already been notified of the hit and run case..albiet he thought it would be a drugged juvenile not a fine looking young lady like Akansha..When he lit his torch in her red cover-seats of her car, the blood stains were barely visible...

as she stood there for her morning prayers and assembly....she prayed and hoped that last nite was only a nightmare...but as she looked down at her pretty fingers,, there were stains..bloody stains of the godly child...

Overburdened she dragged herself into her English classroom, She was playing Portia for the Shakespearean Play..and then she acted really well with tears trickling down her cheeks..the teacher forgave her for her scribbling notes that she written...

and by the next class, she knew her life had changed from Last nite..If only she could rewind the whole episode..if only she could bring herself to see the baby..Her mind was racing 300 mph...and then the history teacher, Rex stood right in front of her...took away her notes..but instead of giving lecture..he started distributing the Kathmandu Post..to each student...to read out loud...the front page...

And there it was...a man/woman...was seen picking up the monk boy..at Swayambhu..in maybe a Santro or Maruti...the boy was later found in a clinic nearby...still alive but with fractured limbs..the right leg of an already blind boy.....The doctors had hurriedly taken him to ICU at Teaching performed not only the operation of his leg but his eyes as well...which were all successful...the blind boy can see..but limp now..and the headline read as "WAS THE DRIVER the SAVIOR or the SINNER ?""

The teacher demanded the front seated Akansha to establish an argument...and she was thinking she was the VICTIM of an subconscious mind..........should she admit it was her or hide herself from rest of the world?????

thapap i quit..i don't have any spare kidneys no more...too much drinking..so i'm backing off..

ciao,
hush

akansha.. is losing mind like hushp...
hush.. go to sleep and stop writing ...

okie....goodnite bye...cappuccino perhaps...someday..iou

sure. anytime. i will settle for a grande (o: star buks.. okey (o:
i hate dunkin's or green mountain....

see you at harvard square starbucks..tomorrow eveing 6-7

srry...m not in boston...my loss.. c u when m in boston

gotcha

email if u want

kapish ..

i am watching this movie
"bunty and bablu" now
just finished "silsilay" <<<== junk soft porn...

...ahh..another thing from a HUSH...Think it is her another L-I-F-E story from my fav writer...post more soon..

10, years later from the incident, Akansha was in the peak of her youth, a radiant beauty with bountiful of bosoms and a tiny waist , endless barbie legs and j lo hips..

She was now the CEO of Intelligence Corps, a coporation that directly oversaw the US Airforce Base in Chitwan for Asian Combats..Tenzin had died of overdose at 17, thus she had long forgtotton the taste of sweet love..all she cared was the fact that she was running a mission for the World Peace..

Captain Ananta, some 30 years older than her had his mind set up on her bosoms, anything uttered under her analytical command, he did it faithfully,, more than strength of hardwork and intelligence, it was her glowing charishma that had led the team so far...in less than 2 decades, the Americans had manged to dismantle North Korea, made Kashmir a separate no war zone..and screwed Gyane to monitor the hydropower systems of Southasia and Nepal to their benefit

Then the phone rang.."Hello, Miss Karki, your mom is on the line,: the secretary said.."Merci Beacoup, Natalie, please put her through." "there's a very urgent matter at home I want you home by Friday morning this weekend on late night. Ok darling?" " Yeah, mom i hope its worth it.:

When she reached home, there it was, the bouquets, all around the living room, neat tablecloth and and fine China on the dining table, The decanters filled with scotch and French wine and lots of food ready to be served..

Why don't you rest darling and change into this fuscia colored saree, i simply bought it cause it macthes your fair complexion and hazel brown eyes.
"Anything you want mom, " Arkansha from that day in her ninth grade history class, had been the most obedient daughter for the world to see ..and from inside, nobody realised she was pregnant with a 1000 watt electrifying volcano.

For her surprise even dad was waiting for her for her lunch. She was indeed very happy. It took her an hour in her shower and another to finish putting on the darn saree...mom always wantted perfection..She had never seen her mom without her kajal tikka and a marroon lipstick even at 6 am in the morning..always perfect..

She stepped downtairs from her and then as she approached the living room she heard some voices..a handsome man maybe 28-29ish was staring at her lovingly,, as sooon as she entered...he knelt before her , hey beautiful woman i'm here today with your family to ask your hand in marriage..she was stunned...

For Arkansha, the incident at 15 had made her to break up with Tenzin , who had killed himself for her dissertation and now this guy wants to marry her, who was a total robot..like one of the computer chips she fondled with everyday..

Mom and Dad discreetly left the room. And conversations began, Shaziv was the CEO of his own farm land somewhere in Nepalgunj, never had to work but managed to scrape throu from some good networking to be the gorvernor of Nepal Bank by age 31..yes he was 32..and when he had seen her pictures in the newspapers, he knew she cud make a good wife as welll, the better half who had fulfilled so much that he cudn't accomplish in life..

For everyone astonishment, Arkansha said she says its okey for her to marry...someone to got back to home on weekends..in her mind...so on the dining table mom and pops and his mom and pops asked a million question, half the way through caramel custrad mom had made for dessert, ShaZiv said i'd like to half kids as soon as possible..
Arkansha stared at the cherry in her custard for a while and looked at Shahziv for another second, got up abruptly excusing herself and left in her newly bought Landrover..without a word...

the Kid the li'l Budhha..she cudn't forgive herself.....

oopsy daisies ..the speling errors are horrendous

a nice read. thanks, hushpuppy. you've painted a convincing picture of decadence of youth that many of us go through. keep it flowing...

We should try to bring them to US. I am tired of having just the boys bands of nepal singing love songs and dancing on the stage all the time. We need something different.

wrong thread ma po parecha. sorry hai.

4000 acres of Chitwan Jungle now lay as airbase for US forces ..they initiated as UN base now ..US...a threat that lay open to both Indians and the Chinese..Nepalese once condemned as the puppet of the two countries was now condemned as the spy between the two..But the strategy had been beneficial for the overall Nepalese..many youth like Akansha had the opportunity to work there (70% of the profit still went back to US pockets), many infrastures including lleast 20 hotels including Paris's Trance Hilton had been established in Nepal..Famous Hollywood stars like George Clooney had bought parts of Himalayas in the name of securing poverty..and had their own real-estate cum skiing projects in the Annapurna range..

In order to follow up on all these activities Akansha had been chartering new IT proejcts..she was constanlty in contacts with the architects, the military and the political people in general..Why settle for Shaziv when she was the empress of her own empire??? Shaziv was the perfect gettaway from it all...a lowkey..but then kids...

17th of July, Shaziv slipped the ring on to Akansha's finger. It was a low key ceremony that she wanted but then 500 guests presented themeselves....the engagement was a total blowout even in the people's magazine's standards

The date for the wedding was still unfixed..sometimes in September Akansha Proclaimed. Shaziv was already flying so high, he cudn't care less...but Akansha..she wished the Bermuda Triangle wud engolf her for her instaneous decision..

Puja, Swati, Akansha and Rakhsya, the four decided to have another pre-nupt blast..so it was decided.. the best place..Bali..for the short weekend in August, that Akansha cud squeeze out..
As a gift to Akansha, the Corp charteered a small jet for their trip..and there they were basking in blue skies and blue waters..heaven on earth..champanges bubbled through the air..

Akansha had not had a single vaction for the past 10 years of life and she danced every minute..they were down at the casino floor when a pair of green blue afgani eyes met akansha's whiskey colored ones...smiles exchanged instatenously, glasses of rum empited in few more seconds and their eyes accompanied there souls out the casino and onto the shores where they made love all nite..

Next morning, as she got up in her own room, the guy was gone, was it richie or ruckhsundar ali Akhtar..her over buzzed head cudn't remember..Puja, and the rest of the gang..never uttered a single word about the incident..not until on the 17th of September when Akshansha was seated aboard her palaki which her dear pappa and a cousin brother ravi was carrying..around the wedding pyre..and Akshansa puked .......................

Everybody that the wedding was li'l too much even Shaziv was least concerned, in a day's time Akansha wud be wrapped around his 'Little" finger...but Puja, Rakshya and Swati knew and feared..akansha might spill it out...Akansha was pregnant with Akhtar's baby...should she shut up and pretend its Shaziv in Nine months..or abort it ....the Little Buddha Boy..haunted in her mind terribly..she wasn't in the state to carry out another blunder...

Ceremony ended in no time..at 2 a.m in the morning she had Captain Ananta call her for urgent duty..the Groom was stunned..'For the world and my country" Akansha lied again..three months later she tranferred herself to Afgan in search of Akhtar...the father of the second Baby Buddha....................