Subtitle: To live, sometimes you have to survive.
Episode IV: The story of Apollo Kiranti:
Outside it is sunny. Hridayendra and Amy settle by a table. They are kind of isolated from the crowd gathered near the bride. Amy is exhilarated by the enormity of the wedding affair, the music and the vitality. This is the first Nepali wedding she has been to.
Amy: I've never seen anything like it.
Hridayendra: I told you I had a lot of relatives.
Amy looks around. Her interest is caught by the three men standing by the 'ghada' (huge water pots for good omen). Amy is amused: Hrid, what are those men doing?
Hridayendra: They're waiting to see my grand pa.
Amy: ...but they are talking to themselves.
Hridayendra: They are going to talk to my grand pa, which means they're going to ask him for something, which means they better get it right.
Amy: Why do they bother him on a day like this ?
Hridayendra: Because they know that no thakuri will refuse a request on his grand daugther's wedding day.
Amy (in a spooky low tone): Hrid, that scarey guy...is he also a relative ?
She has picked out Apollo Kirati (refer to previous episode)
Hridayendra: No. His name is Apollo Kiranti. You wouldn't like him.
Amy is excited: Who is he ?
Hridayendra: You really want to know ?
Amy: Yes. Tell me.
Hridayendra: You like samosas ?
Amy: I love spicy food, you know that.
Hridayendra: Then finish your samosas and I'll tell you a Apollo Kiranti story.
Amy starts to eat. She is now looking at Hridayendra eagerly.
Hridayendra: About twelve years ago after my grand pa lost his throne and palace, some people wanted to nationalize our shares in Yak & Yeti and Surya Nepal also. When Ram Bahadur Thapa 'Badal' became the president of Nepal after the coup in 2012 and imposed totalitarian regime it was certain that everything we had was going to be confiscated. My grand pa engineered an opposition. In turn, Badal sent some YCL combatants to assasinate my father so that my grand pa would give up.
Amy: Oh my God !
Hridayendra: My grand pa sent Apollo Kranti after them. He tied the two YCL men hand and foot, and stuffed small bath towels into their mouths. Then he took an axe, and chopped one man's feet off...
Amy: Hrid...
Hridayendra: Then the legs at the knees...
Amy: Hrid, you're trying to scare me...
Hridayendra: Then the thighs where they joined torso.
Amy: Hrid I don't want to hear anymore...
Hridayendra: Then Apollo turned to the other man...
Amy: Hrid, I love you.
Hridayendra: ...who out of sheer terror had swallowed the bath towel in his mouth and suffocated.
The grin on Hridayendra's face indicates that he might have exaggerated a bit just to scare Amy.
Amy: Hrid, I never know when you're telling me the truth.
She sounds so innocent and naive. (Even I am falling in love with her )
Hridayendra: I told you, you wouldn't like him. Apollo Kiranti is one of the most feared men around here. His great talent, it is said is that he can do a job of murder all by himself, without confederates, which automatically makes discovery and conviction by the law almost impossible. Well I don't know whether the story I just told you is true but I do know that he is sort of a friend to my grand pa.
Hridayendra sips his glass of wine and continues: It is said that Apollo in himself is one of the great blocks that supports my family's business. He fears no police, he does not fear society, he does not fear God, he does not fear hell. He does not even fear or love his fellow man, but he has elected, he has chosen to fear and love my Grandpa...
Amy: He's coming over here !
Apollo comes toward them to meet Rajan Khadka halfway, just near their table.
Hridayendra: Rajan bua...Rajan bua, I'd like you to meet Amy Brown.
Amy is relieved that she didn't have to face Apollo.
Amy: How do you do.
Hridayendra: My uncle, Rajan Khadka.
Rajan: Hello Amy.
The king is inside. (privately to Hridayendra) He's been asking for you.
Hridayendra: hawas.
Rajan smiles and moves back to the house, Apollo ominously follows him.
Hridayendra holds Amy's hand on the table and draws it towards him.
Hridayendra: ...everything I have told you about my family...Amy, that's my family...(he grins)...that's not me.
Monday, 9 March 2009
Friday, 22 August 2008
Shree Paanch/ Nagarjun Diaries
Subtitle: To live, sometimes you have to survive.
Episode III.
Location: Courtyard of Nagarjun Palace.
There are at least eight hundred guests filling the main courtyard and gardens. There is music and laughter, and countless tables covered with food and liquor. Gyanendra stands at the gate. He is dressed in the traditional "mail posh suruwal" and the colorful dhaka topi. He is flanked on the sides by Rajiv Shahi and Paras Shah, all dressed in the traditional Nepali dress. Gyanendra greets the guests with namaste, and a smile. He shakes and squeezes hands of those who are close friends, pinches the chubby cheeks of the children, and makes them all feel welcome.
The entire family poses for a family portrait: Gyanendra, Komal, Paras, Himani, prerana, raj bahadur, Kritika, Rajan Khadka, Gorakh Shumser and his daughters-Girvani and Surangana, Dhirendra's daugthers, Purnika the bride and her bridegroom Avinash Rana. As they move into the pose, Gyanendra seems preoccupied.
Gyanendra: Where's Hridayendra ?
Paras: He'll be here bua, it's still early.
Gyanendra: Then the picture will wait for him.
Everyone in the group feels the uneasiness as Gyanendra moves back to the palace. Rajan khadka follows him.
Outside the main gate of the palace, several 'asabhya' journalists walk in and out of the rows of parked cars, writing license plate numbers down in their notebooks. We hear the music and laughter coming from the party in the distance. The men walk down another row of parked cars, put another number in the notebook.
Bharat Kesari: Colonel...jad lyauna bhanya jad k...wine..wine. hahahaha
He mops his sweating forehead with a big handkerchief. Colonel Pun hustles, gets a glass of icy black wine, and brings it to him.
Col. Pun: You look terrific on the floor !
Bharat Kesari: What are you, a dance judge ?
Paras: K ho esto ? ko ho timi haru ? This is a private property.
Paras menacingly thrusts his reddened face at a journalist. The journalist reaches for his pocket and then flips open his wallet to show an identity card. Without saying a word, Paras steps back, spits on the ground, turns, and walks away, followed by Bharat Kesari and Col. Pun. He doesn't say a thing for most of the walk back into the courtyard, and then, mutters to Bharat Kesari.
Paras: God damn Kantipur...don't respect nothing.
Back in Gyanendra's office:
Rajan Khadka: Sarkar...
Gyanendra: bhana Rajan, what's next on today's agenda ?
Rajan: Apollo Kiraati wants to see you.
Gyanendra turns to Rajan.
Gyanendra: Is it necessary ?
Rajan: You understand him better than anyone.
Gyanendra nods to this. Turns back to the blinds and peeks out. He sees Hridayendra dressed in a black suit (notice non-traditional wear) leads Amy Brown through the wedding crowd, occasionally stopped and greeted by friends of the family. Gyanendra's eyes follow them closely. Hridayendra moves through the crowd, does 'darshan-dhog' to Komal, embraces Himani and introduces them to his girl. Gyanendra frowns at the sight, his eyes peering through the blinds...
Episode III.
Location: Courtyard of Nagarjun Palace.
There are at least eight hundred guests filling the main courtyard and gardens. There is music and laughter, and countless tables covered with food and liquor. Gyanendra stands at the gate. He is dressed in the traditional "mail posh suruwal" and the colorful dhaka topi. He is flanked on the sides by Rajiv Shahi and Paras Shah, all dressed in the traditional Nepali dress. Gyanendra greets the guests with namaste, and a smile. He shakes and squeezes hands of those who are close friends, pinches the chubby cheeks of the children, and makes them all feel welcome.
The entire family poses for a family portrait: Gyanendra, Komal, Paras, Himani, prerana, raj bahadur, Kritika, Rajan Khadka, Gorakh Shumser and his daughters-Girvani and Surangana, Dhirendra's daugthers, Purnika the bride and her bridegroom Avinash Rana. As they move into the pose, Gyanendra seems preoccupied.
Gyanendra: Where's Hridayendra ?
Paras: He'll be here bua, it's still early.
Gyanendra: Then the picture will wait for him.
Everyone in the group feels the uneasiness as Gyanendra moves back to the palace. Rajan khadka follows him.
Outside the main gate of the palace, several 'asabhya' journalists walk in and out of the rows of parked cars, writing license plate numbers down in their notebooks. We hear the music and laughter coming from the party in the distance. The men walk down another row of parked cars, put another number in the notebook.
Inside. Bharat Kesari Singh is dancing joyously, bumping bellies with the ladies.
Bharat Kesari: Colonel...jad lyauna bhanya jad k...wine..wine. hahahaha
He mops his sweating forehead with a big handkerchief. Colonel Pun hustles, gets a glass of icy black wine, and brings it to him.
Col. Pun: You look terrific on the floor !
Bharat Kesari: What are you, a dance judge ?
He laughs, huahahaahahah. Typical Bharat Kesari style...never changes. Takes a breath, and leaps back into the dance.
Outside. The people from press walk down another row of parked cars and put another number in the notebook. They move on to other parked cars, when Paras storms out of the gate, his face flushed with anger, followed by Bharat Kesari and Col. Pun.
Paras: K ho esto ? ko ho timi haru ? This is a private property.
Paras menacingly thrusts his reddened face at a journalist. The journalist reaches for his pocket and then flips open his wallet to show an identity card. Without saying a word, Paras steps back, spits on the ground, turns, and walks away, followed by Bharat Kesari and Col. Pun. He doesn't say a thing for most of the walk back into the courtyard, and then, mutters to Bharat Kesari.
Paras: God damn Kantipur...don't respect nothing.
Back in Gyanendra's office:
Rajan Khadka: Sarkar...
Gyanendra: bhana Rajan, what's next on today's agenda ?
Rajan: Apollo Kiraati wants to see you.
Gyanendra turns to Rajan.
Gyanendra: Is it necessary ?
Rajan: You understand him better than anyone.
Gyanendra nods to this. Turns back to the blinds and peeks out. He sees Hridayendra dressed in a black suit (notice non-traditional wear) leads Amy Brown through the wedding crowd, occasionally stopped and greeted by friends of the family. Gyanendra's eyes follow them closely. Hridayendra moves through the crowd, does 'darshan-dhog' to Komal, embraces Himani and introduces them to his girl. Gyanendra frowns at the sight, his eyes peering through the blinds...
Monday, 23 June 2008
Shree Panch/ Nagarjun Diaries
Subtitle: To live, sometimes you have to survive.
Episode II.
I would not recommend the following episode for the moderators and those who are not above 21 years of age. Reader discretion is advised.
Somewhere in a living room in an apartment in Mumbai, India:
Nima Rumba lies sprawled on a red couch. Once upon a time he was a successful actor and singer in Nepal. Today he is drinking straight from the bottle of scotch in his hand, then he washes the taste away by dunking his mouth in a crystal bucket of ice cubes and water. It is four in the morning and he is spinning drunken fantasies of murdering his trampy girlfriend when she gets home.
"bitch...", he murmurs.
It was too late to call his wife who is still in Nepal. His super stardom in Nepal was followed by an affair with an emerging ravishing actress, Mallika Subba. Later they moved to Mumbai in pursuit of their dreams to make it big in bollywood. That however, turned out to be a blunder for Nima. Ever since, his career was plunging downhill. There had been a time when his friends would have been delighted, flattered by his calling them even at such an ungodly hour, but now he bored them.
Gulping at his bottle of scotch, he finally hears Mallika's key in the door, but he contines to drink until she walks into the room and stands before him. She was to him so very beautiful, the angelic face, soulful violet eyes, the delicately fragile but perfectly formed body. On the screen her beauty was magnified, spiritualized. Thousands of men were perhaps in love with her face and paid to see it on screen.
Nima: "rand*, mach**ne, kahan bata eti dhilo farkadai ches ? where the hell were you ?"
Mallika: "out f**king,"
She had misjudged his drunkeness. That was no time to be a smart ass. He springs over the cocktail table and grabs her by the throat.
Nima: "ajha badi hunches, tan rand*..."
But close up to the magical face, the lovely violet eyes, he loses his anger and becomes helpless again. She makes the mistake of smiling mockingly and he draws back his fist at her.
Mallika: "Nima mukh ma chahin nai. Please please. I'm making a picture, Nima."
He punches her in the stomach and she falls to the floor. He falls on top of her. He punches her on the arms and on the thigh muscles of her silky tanned legs. He beats her as he had beaten smaller kids long ago when he had been a tough teenager in Chakrapath are. But he was not hitting her hard enough. He couldn't and so she giggles at him. She then pushes the drunk man away from her body and stands up.
Mallika: "You poor silly bastard, giving me cramps like a kid. Ah, Nima, you always will be a dumb romantic guinea, you even make love like a kid. You still think screwing is really like those dopey songs you used to sing."
She shakes her head: "aba afai ch**dai basa timi".
She walks into the bedroom and we hear her turn the key in the lock. Nima sits on the floor with his face in his hands. The sick, humiliating dispair overwhelms him. What did he do to deserve this kind of life. He then picks up the phone and calls for a cab to take him to the airport. He would go back to Kathmandu. There was one person who could save him. Nima had upset this man when he had left Nepal for Mumbai. His granddaughter, Purnika was among his fans and so this man had wanted him to stay in Nepal. But now he has realized that he should have listened. Now, he would go back to this man who has the power, wisdom, he needed and a fatherly love he still trusted. He would go back to the Shree Panch.
Episode II.
I would not recommend the following episode for the moderators and those who are not above 21 years of age. Reader discretion is advised.
Somewhere in a living room in an apartment in Mumbai, India:
Nima Rumba lies sprawled on a red couch. Once upon a time he was a successful actor and singer in Nepal. Today he is drinking straight from the bottle of scotch in his hand, then he washes the taste away by dunking his mouth in a crystal bucket of ice cubes and water. It is four in the morning and he is spinning drunken fantasies of murdering his trampy girlfriend when she gets home.
"bitch...", he murmurs.
It was too late to call his wife who is still in Nepal. His super stardom in Nepal was followed by an affair with an emerging ravishing actress, Mallika Subba. Later they moved to Mumbai in pursuit of their dreams to make it big in bollywood. That however, turned out to be a blunder for Nima. Ever since, his career was plunging downhill. There had been a time when his friends would have been delighted, flattered by his calling them even at such an ungodly hour, but now he bored them.
Gulping at his bottle of scotch, he finally hears Mallika's key in the door, but he contines to drink until she walks into the room and stands before him. She was to him so very beautiful, the angelic face, soulful violet eyes, the delicately fragile but perfectly formed body. On the screen her beauty was magnified, spiritualized. Thousands of men were perhaps in love with her face and paid to see it on screen.
Nima: "rand*, mach**ne, kahan bata eti dhilo farkadai ches ? where the hell were you ?"
Mallika: "out f**king,"
She had misjudged his drunkeness. That was no time to be a smart ass. He springs over the cocktail table and grabs her by the throat.
Nima: "ajha badi hunches, tan rand*..."
But close up to the magical face, the lovely violet eyes, he loses his anger and becomes helpless again. She makes the mistake of smiling mockingly and he draws back his fist at her.
Mallika: "Nima mukh ma chahin nai. Please please. I'm making a picture, Nima."
He punches her in the stomach and she falls to the floor. He falls on top of her. He punches her on the arms and on the thigh muscles of her silky tanned legs. He beats her as he had beaten smaller kids long ago when he had been a tough teenager in Chakrapath are. But he was not hitting her hard enough. He couldn't and so she giggles at him. She then pushes the drunk man away from her body and stands up.
Mallika: "You poor silly bastard, giving me cramps like a kid. Ah, Nima, you always will be a dumb romantic guinea, you even make love like a kid. You still think screwing is really like those dopey songs you used to sing."
She shakes her head: "aba afai ch**dai basa timi".
She walks into the bedroom and we hear her turn the key in the lock. Nima sits on the floor with his face in his hands. The sick, humiliating dispair overwhelms him. What did he do to deserve this kind of life. He then picks up the phone and calls for a cab to take him to the airport. He would go back to Kathmandu. There was one person who could save him. Nima had upset this man when he had left Nepal for Mumbai. His granddaughter, Purnika was among his fans and so this man had wanted him to stay in Nepal. But now he has realized that he should have listened. Now, he would go back to this man who has the power, wisdom, he needed and a fatherly love he still trusted. He would go back to the Shree Panch.
Thursday, 19 June 2008
Shree Panch/ Nagarjun Diaries
Subtitle: To live, sometimes you have to survive.
Episode I:
(Flashback)
Dark...Solemn..tragic...blues version of 'shree man gambheer' playing in the background. Reminds me of the chill that runs down my body every time I hear The Godfather Waltz. I was there, sulking...sobbing inside, k garnu parampara ra kartavya ko zanjeer maa bandhieko thien..while I was watching outside...thick smokes from a cremation pyre smoldering into the sky. Only few mournful faces. Even those next to the pyre, their face expressionless...staring into the flames. No tears.
"k bho Raja kina tolai bakseko ?" a female voice suddenly interjects.--back to present: Gyanendra is on a rocking chair in front of the fire. He is now seventy two. We are in 2077 BS. His face is bloated,he is wearing his reading glasses, a thick book sitting on his lap. The room is poorly lit. Gyanendra is almost silhoutted against the fire so his features are obscured. He turns to the direction where the voice came from and then goes back to his reading...
New Scene:
"I believe in New Nepal, the republic Nepal. It made me who I am today". Suddenly we are watching in close view, Hari Bhakta Maharjan, a man of fifty dressed in a black suit, on the verge of great emotion.
"I raised my daughter with republican values; I gave her freedom, but taught her never to dishonor her family. She found a boy friend. She went to the movies with him, stayed out late. Two months ago he took her for a drive, with another boyfriend. They made her drink whiskey and then they tried to take advantage of her. She resisted; she kept her honor. So they beat her like an animal. When I went to the hospital her nose was broken, her jaw was shattered and held together by stitches, and she could not even weep because of the pain"
Hari Bhakta Maharjan can barely speak; he is weeping now.
"I went to the police like a good citizen. These two boys were arrested and brought to trial. The peoples' court sentenced them to three years in prison, and suspended the sentence. Suspended sentence! They went free that very day. I stood in the courtroom like a fool and those bastards, they smiled at me. Then I said to my wife, for justice, we must go to Nagarjuna Durbar."
The camera now zooms out and away from Hari Bhakta. We see Gyanendra's office in Nagarjuna Durbar. The blinds are closed and so the room is dark and with patterned shadows. We are watching Hari Bhakta over the shoulder of Gyanendra. Rajan Khadka sits near a small table, examining some paperwork, and Paras stands impatiently by the window, sipping from a glass of wine. We can hear music and laughter and voices of many people outside.
Gyanendra: "Hari, we know each other for years, but this is the first time you come to me for help. I don't remember the last time you invited me to your house for coffee...even though our wives are friends..."
Hari Bhakta: "What do you want of me ? I'll give you anything you want, but do what I ask!"
Gyanendra: "And what is that Maharjan ?"
Hari Bhakta Maharjan whispers into Gyanendra's ear.
Gyanendra: No. You ask for too much.
Hari: I ask for justice. pahile bhanthe nyaya napae Gorkha janu, aba manche haru bhanchan nyaya napae Nagarjun jaanu...
Gyanendra: Jana Adalat le nyaya di sakyo timi lai.
Hari: An eye for an eye !
Gyanendra: But your daughter is still alive.
Hari: Then make them suffer as she suffers. How much shall I pay you.
Both Rajan and Paras react.
Gyanendra: You never think to protect yourself with real friends. You think it's enough to be a republican. All right, the YCL and the police protects you, there is peoples' court, so you don't need a friend like me. But now you come to me and say Shree Panch, you must give me justice. And you don't ask in respect or friendship; instead you come to my house on the day my granddaughter is to be married and you ask me to do murder...for money.
Hari: Naya Nepal has been good to me...
Gyanendra: Then take justice from the peoples' court. But if you come to me with your friendship, your loyalty, then your enemies become my enemies, and then, believe me, they would fear you...
Slowly, Hari Bhakta bows his head and murmurs, "shree panch...".
Gyanendra: Good. From me you'll get justice....and some day, and that day may never come, I would like to call upon you to do me a service in return...
Scene fades...
Episode I:
(Flashback)
Dark...Solemn..tragic...blues version of 'shree man gambheer' playing in the background. Reminds me of the chill that runs down my body every time I hear The Godfather Waltz. I was there, sulking...sobbing inside, k garnu parampara ra kartavya ko zanjeer maa bandhieko thien..while I was watching outside...thick smokes from a cremation pyre smoldering into the sky. Only few mournful faces. Even those next to the pyre, their face expressionless...staring into the flames. No tears.
"k bho Raja kina tolai bakseko ?" a female voice suddenly interjects.--back to present: Gyanendra is on a rocking chair in front of the fire. He is now seventy two. We are in 2077 BS. His face is bloated,he is wearing his reading glasses, a thick book sitting on his lap. The room is poorly lit. Gyanendra is almost silhoutted against the fire so his features are obscured. He turns to the direction where the voice came from and then goes back to his reading...
New Scene:
"I believe in New Nepal, the republic Nepal. It made me who I am today". Suddenly we are watching in close view, Hari Bhakta Maharjan, a man of fifty dressed in a black suit, on the verge of great emotion.
"I raised my daughter with republican values; I gave her freedom, but taught her never to dishonor her family. She found a boy friend. She went to the movies with him, stayed out late. Two months ago he took her for a drive, with another boyfriend. They made her drink whiskey and then they tried to take advantage of her. She resisted; she kept her honor. So they beat her like an animal. When I went to the hospital her nose was broken, her jaw was shattered and held together by stitches, and she could not even weep because of the pain"
Hari Bhakta Maharjan can barely speak; he is weeping now.
"I went to the police like a good citizen. These two boys were arrested and brought to trial. The peoples' court sentenced them to three years in prison, and suspended the sentence. Suspended sentence! They went free that very day. I stood in the courtroom like a fool and those bastards, they smiled at me. Then I said to my wife, for justice, we must go to Nagarjuna Durbar."
The camera now zooms out and away from Hari Bhakta. We see Gyanendra's office in Nagarjuna Durbar. The blinds are closed and so the room is dark and with patterned shadows. We are watching Hari Bhakta over the shoulder of Gyanendra. Rajan Khadka sits near a small table, examining some paperwork, and Paras stands impatiently by the window, sipping from a glass of wine. We can hear music and laughter and voices of many people outside.
Gyanendra: "Hari, we know each other for years, but this is the first time you come to me for help. I don't remember the last time you invited me to your house for coffee...even though our wives are friends..."
Hari Bhakta: "What do you want of me ? I'll give you anything you want, but do what I ask!"
Gyanendra: "And what is that Maharjan ?"
Hari Bhakta Maharjan whispers into Gyanendra's ear.
Gyanendra: No. You ask for too much.
Hari: I ask for justice. pahile bhanthe nyaya napae Gorkha janu, aba manche haru bhanchan nyaya napae Nagarjun jaanu...
Gyanendra: Jana Adalat le nyaya di sakyo timi lai.
Hari: An eye for an eye !
Gyanendra: But your daughter is still alive.
Hari: Then make them suffer as she suffers. How much shall I pay you.
Both Rajan and Paras react.
Gyanendra: You never think to protect yourself with real friends. You think it's enough to be a republican. All right, the YCL and the police protects you, there is peoples' court, so you don't need a friend like me. But now you come to me and say Shree Panch, you must give me justice. And you don't ask in respect or friendship; instead you come to my house on the day my granddaughter is to be married and you ask me to do murder...for money.
Hari: Naya Nepal has been good to me...
Gyanendra: Then take justice from the peoples' court. But if you come to me with your friendship, your loyalty, then your enemies become my enemies, and then, believe me, they would fear you...
Slowly, Hari Bhakta bows his head and murmurs, "shree panch...".
Gyanendra: Good. From me you'll get justice....and some day, and that day may never come, I would like to call upon you to do me a service in return...
Scene fades...
Nagarjun Diaries (English title) Shree Panch (Nepali title) Sypnosis
The following article is not my writing. I found it in some website and I do not know the anonymous writer either....
here is the sypnosis:
Gyanendra Shah is the aging ex monarch of Nepal. His beloved grandson Hridayendra has returned home after finishing his studies abroad, but does not intend to become part of his grandfather's business. Through Hridayendra's life the nature of the family business becomes clear. The business of the family is just like the head of the family, kind and benevolent to those who give respect, but given to ruthless violence whenever anything stands against the good of the family. Gyanendra lives his life in the way of the old country, but times are changing and some don't want to follow the old ways and look out for community, "family" and country. Some south Asian countries want to adopt the EU model under the leadership of India. The communist regime of Nepal favors such union, however many see it as the final stage of Nepal's sikkimization. The Maoists need the ex-king's influence to further this plan. The clash of the ex-King's fading old world values and the new ways will demand a terrible price, especially from Hridayendra, all for the sake of his family.
PS: This story is inspired by The Godfather. The character of Gyanendra is inspired by a mix of King Gyanendra and Vito Corleone. The Character of Hridayendra is inspired by that of Michael Corleone.
here is the sypnosis:
Gyanendra Shah is the aging ex monarch of Nepal. His beloved grandson Hridayendra has returned home after finishing his studies abroad, but does not intend to become part of his grandfather's business. Through Hridayendra's life the nature of the family business becomes clear. The business of the family is just like the head of the family, kind and benevolent to those who give respect, but given to ruthless violence whenever anything stands against the good of the family. Gyanendra lives his life in the way of the old country, but times are changing and some don't want to follow the old ways and look out for community, "family" and country. Some south Asian countries want to adopt the EU model under the leadership of India. The communist regime of Nepal favors such union, however many see it as the final stage of Nepal's sikkimization. The Maoists need the ex-king's influence to further this plan. The clash of the ex-King's fading old world values and the new ways will demand a terrible price, especially from Hridayendra, all for the sake of his family.
PS: This story is inspired by The Godfather. The character of Gyanendra is inspired by a mix of King Gyanendra and Vito Corleone. The Character of Hridayendra is inspired by that of Michael Corleone.
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