Nawin’s drift begun when he lost his mother at an early age and a mentally invalid half-brother was born to his step-mother. There was a political unrest and violence in almost every part of the world around him, and a problem of unemployment. The assassination of the Indira Gandhi was a big... read more
“The obscenities were written on the walls of the monastery, and genital were drawn with chalk. Which the caretaker of the monastery removed often, with a wet piece of cloth; though there was a warning painted on the wall, prohibiting the people smoking drugs or indulging in immoral... read more (warning: may contain spoilers)
““Till this day leather remains a symbol of luxury,” Nawin said, while they were observing and browsing the books in the gallery, “haven’t you noticed the stuffed animals in the drawing-room?”......“You know, in England, there in a library is a book, bound in human-leather of a slave, which feels grainy on touching,” replied Dilip.....“It is their design to out-source their own revolution. But this is an information age. You see their art and culture being rejected by the people elsewhere. Even their pornography is losing its appeal. I only watch Indian-porn nowadays, on the net. I might have preferred a Nepalese one, but they do not know where to keep the camera.””
“When Laxmi returned with Shyam from her parents’ village, she brought with her a kid only a few weeks old, which was milky-white in colour. Nawin soon grew fond of it. He took the kid on his lap, while he roamed in the streets of the town. He fed it and talked to it for hours, caressing its soft white hair. It looked beautiful with its big black eyes in the pink-coloured eye-lids. A few weeks later the horns started to appear on its head. On one morning his parents took away the kid, saying that they were going to the temple of the town, and when they returned the kid was not with them. When Nawin asked about it, they gave him evasive answers. Only by the evening, when they served him the food, Nawin was told that the meat he was about to eat was of the kid they had slaughtered, to offer sacrifice at the temple. He fell silent on hearing it, and did not eat the food that evening. For the several months afterwards, he did not eat the meat, as the sight of it brought the memory of that kid, to his mind. But soon Nawin became accustomed to this ritual of animal-sacrifice, as it was routinely performed at a temple. At the temple of their village, a two-mile climb away in the hills, which was situated between a pine-forest, a little distance away from the village, at times more than a dozen goats were sacrificed on a religious occasion, which often begun in the evening only and continued till late in the night--which was poorly lit by candles inside the temple, and by the light of the fires in the open, around which the children played and the elders talked--giving a ghostly appearance to every one, in the wilderness of the forest. Afterwards, the corpses of sacrificed animals were roasted on those fires, to which were continuously fed more of pine wood or cones, dropped around or snatched away by the young village-boys, who climbed the pine trees effortlessly, which Nawin could not do at all. Thin, dried stem of pine were used to remove the burnt hairs from the skin of the corpse, by scratching. During this process the meat was already half-cooked and often broke the skin with a soft burst, to ooze out with a sizzling sound. He saw the children of the village snatching away a burnt tail of a sacrificed goat’s corpse, or the oozing-out meat, with their hands, and eating it without letting it cool. They were probably hungry and impatient, waiting all the while, while the goats were ritually being sacrificed and roasted in their skins. Nawin remained ambivalent about meat-eating however, often dropping it to take it up again, sometime later.”
Contents
Part One : In India
The drift and the political violence
Part Two : In Nepal
1. The national games and the jobs
2. Maoist war and the royal massacre
Part Three : The redemption
To grow up with a mentally invalid sibling is emotionally stressing. Political violence is unsettling.
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