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.