Middle of cornfields/cotton farms lies this town in Alabama, but it has a nepali name "Jharigaon". God knows who the pioneers behind this name were, but it sure is a ditto translation. The english name of it is Rainsville. Nepalese explored this town around the late 80's. There are folk lores saying a Nepali villager started a voyage from Nepal in search of American village. Boy! he sure did find one of a kind. Then, slowly but surely the herd kept getting larger. The actual Nepali Columbus then moved on to another adventure, but his traces were never erased. Nepalis poured into this little town. The town with only one crossroad, a few gas stations, and plenty of churches seemed quiet with nothing to be offered. Suprisingly, the Gorkhalis squeezed every bit of juice from that town. The ambitious herd of Gorkhalis attended little junior college couple miles from their camping site, in order to explore new ventures. During this time the heard cruised around quite a bit. They got chased by the local dogs while hiking to the academic center. Being, chased became quite common that local moos followed the chase. Soon, the moos became the loyal pets. Then, there was occasional chase by the uncles as well. Now, this chase led some of the herd members into Uncles den too. But, as in every story in this too there was a Godfather. The camp officer was one. This officer would bail them out during odd circumstances. There's a record where one of the horse knoced the camp wall, but the camp officer handled it well as well. He had his way. Since his tongue never could spit out Hridyendra, Gynendra, Tynendra ý., he would call the herd members as Georges', ý. The list went on as GeorgeI, II, III ý.. . Georges would take care of their Godfather in keeping the camp maintained. Doing so the Georges made few extra dollars. Pretty soon, the ghorkhalis were finding their ways. They started actively involved in doing things their way. Yes, doing things the ghorkhali way. So, the Gorkhalis decided to have serious fun. Obviously, fun had to have flesh and booze. So, this time the herd decided not to plan the function on Sunday. The herd had missed booze on many past Sundays. They had to fetch it from a neighboring state. Oh! Yes the town had no stores with liquors. The whole town belonged to a dry county. Well! For one Saturday plan is set. There was message sent out to the superior state, so the brothers from the city could pay a visit to the village. ý.. to be contdý..

oh dixie is it true story or fiction yaar, ma ta kya thees bhae ra , kabata colombus ma nepali tyo pani harmo gorkhali dai re heheheh ne way was nice tho , does it matter haina as long as it;s nice reading .....
waiting for moreeeeeeeeeeee parsi sunday kaam ma alchi lagdo huncha teti bela padhumla bako chahi hai

Shaq lai ni time time ma "jhummmma" huncha, ke bhaa ho.. manche ta young nai cha.. :P

Dixie, Nice starting... LOL, chose this thread in random and phew!! goood to see that it has started greatly...

ani ke bho re?

Dixie,
Nice going. Are you also going to write about trip to shikargau (Huntsville), a short trip to ganeshgau (Guntersville), or some equal employment opportunity centers like moja factories nearby, and so on---

How about stars like Shailendra, Dipendra the prince (Ahem!), kaka, Rajendra and others who gave a new dimenstion to rainsville as jharigau.

May sudamshu's soul rest in peace.

Saturday morning arrives. God father with his pickup truck drives into the camp and picks up few of the Georges to head out in search of billy goat. Why billy ?? Billy is considered to be a smaller goat, convinces the father. The rest of the herds are instructed to arrive at the goat farm. Eleven ghorkhalis chase the running goat, and hand it to the father. Father pulls out a shot-gun and fires on the head of the goat. This is when the planning of thauko-ko-jhol stopped. There was no more planning of the head soup. The plan still proceededýHow shall the goat be cleaned? One of the senior member insisted of carrying it to the camp. The rest agreed to it. On a little pot, water started to boil while the goat rested in the bath tub. The herdýs uncle led the way. He was pulling the hairs out as others were planning on the ýchala vaeko masuý. No, telling how many time the pot was refilled to boil. Every once in a while, one would butt in scaring the herd about visitation by the uncles from the nearby station. This would quiet the herd, but the task would continue. Discussions, about US FDA would be brought in. then, someone would bring in Nepali buthcherýs story. But, the herd still missed the head. Why in the world, did father use his shot gun?? Why could we not use our famous knife?? Donýt worry! The ghorkhalis famous knife want go in vain uttered, herdýs uncle. Cheers were shared by the crowd. Uncle, gets busy for choktas. Its evening by now, the cooking part is still left. Herd members and brothers from the neighboring state are busy quenching their thirst with the booze. The brothers explored the superior state around early 80ýs. These brothers new how to ride around in the city and knew their ways out. Herd members would feel priviledged associating ties with brothers. Few of the herd members really had lasting relation with brothers from ghorkhaland. So, while the masu is being prepared, bonds between allies are also being prepared. Masu, is being heated on the stove, allies are heated with topics. Booze continuesý.. Now! Allies, decides which allies should be considered superior. Historical performances are shared. Ancestors! Names are introduced, but the top allies could not be decided. So, one of the brave ghorkha decides to show his bravery. He pulls out the famous knife, and flashes of moves to show the superiority. This did get everyoneýs attention. The herd members decided to scatter their leaders. Uncle, from neighboring station arrived to inquire the situation. The situations were calmed and most of the herd members were already in their dreamland. Most of the brothers too had followed this pattern. Now, only the herdýs uncle along with few member were sharing the thoughts about adding more salt or khursaniko dhulo. Whats this smell in this masuýýýýýýýýý