Walking Around a Nepali Village

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A Nepali Kid, his buffalow and fruit 11

In the morning, in Chandanpur village of Lalitpur district, we decided to take a walk for a while. We wanted to see how people were living in their homes and what they were doing in their fields. We walked uphill for about 10 minutes and reached at a house. Inside, a lady was apparently preparing food along with her son. She turned out to be a MaSiKa (Matri Sishu Karyakarta: health worker on safe motherhood) who talked about her wrok in the village. “The Tamang women are less enthuasistic about getting expert advise and involvement during pregnancy than those of Brahnim-Chhetri caste,” she said. She is a Newar who attended highschool and is from the area of Lalitpur that is nearer to the capital city. “Initially it was so boring to come here in this type of village,” said the woman. “Now I am used to with the life here.” The woman also talked about the disease that was causing serious harm to the corn production in the village. She said many farmers in the village, including herself, have started planting cabbage instead of corn this year. [More about this has been mentioned in my Nepali article titled Motorcycle Diary that appeared in 26 July’s Koseli.]

a nepali village woman and sickle

After about half an hour of chatting with the lady and taking photos, we moved towards other houses a little further….on the other hill. As we were climbing, I felt someone was throwing stones over us. One small stone slightly touched my eyebrow of my left eye. We thought some pranks were trying to scare us away. We continued climbing and within minutes reached a house. The entrance path and a small gate were beautifully decorated. We entered. We saw two boys trying to bring down kattus fruit with the help of a sling. So those stones were going down to the path where we were walking.

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A kid, trying to collect Japanese kattus, a fruit, along with his friend, looks at my camera. My sudden presence in his garden must have pushed him in an awkward situation. He was like…who the heck is this guy…Their house was beautiful. We talked with them, asked a couple of questions and tried to crack a kattus. That thorny thing is quite a something… I had never seen before.

A Nepali Kid, his buffalow and fruit 4

The kid with his buffalo. The animal is insured. Don’t you believe? Look at the right ear (of the buffalo). See the photo below…for a close-up view. That little white thing is the proof that the buffalo is insured. The owner said he didn’t insure the animal but that was already insured when she bought some years ago.

A Nepali Kid, his buffalow and fruit 6

A Nepali Kid, his buffalow and fruit 9

Suraj Kunwar gives a try to deal with the fruit…it’s so thorny and it hurts hands. So you really have to struggle to get the sweet thing inside that thorny cover. But the fruit wasn’t ripe so the taste wasn’t that good either.

A Nepali Kid, his buffalow and fruit 8

A Nepali Kid, his buffalow and fruit 7

And that’s my hand, the one that is holding the fruit.

Dinesh Wagle Dances in a Nepali Village

A home in Chandanpur village of Lalitpur district, outside Kathmandu valley. The irony is that the place is kind of remote even though it is in the district that is so much attached to the capital city. “Lagankhal is also in Lalitpur, this village is also in Lalitpur,” said a villager hinting at the prime location of Lagankhel.

5 thoughts on “Walking Around a Nepali Village

  1. Dinesh,to eat Japanese kattus( call`Kuri’ in Japanese) you must either boiled or roast those….otherwise the pellicle that is attached around the nuts is pretty astringent ,hard to peel off and give you such a bad taste.
    Plus those `kattus’ seems to not to ready to consume yet….darling…it is still very green(bur-prickles)

    I am glad that you guys did get `pakhaalaa’

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  2. Chestnuts !

    And those “kattus” are not japanese at all, but native from south-western Europe…

    There are vast chestnuts forests just around my village, in southern France.

    Masayo is right : they are not ripe enough, those… you can collect them when they start to fall fro the tree. Then there are many ways to use them. Whether you roast or boil them, first make a knife cut into the brown enveloppe, otherwise they will “blast”.

    They have to be kept in some clean river sand and eaten within two months, otherwise they will rot. But you can also dry them in the sun and make some delicious and sweet flour with the fruit. They were the staple food in my region, since thousands of years, but nowadays people don’t like them so much.

    If you want more recipes, just tell me 🙂

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  3. Oh, désolé cher Masayo de ne pas avoir répondu plus tôt, mais je ne viens pas ici tous les jours… Ça va bien : je suis dans les prunes ; la saison des châtaignes ne commençant qu’en octobre…

    Oh, sorry dear Masayo for not replying earlier, but I don’t come here everyday. I am allright : making prunes (plums) preserves for the coming winter ; chestnuts season starting only in october…

    Wish we can meet some time in life, if possible in Nepal (but I have no idea whenever I’ll be able to go back there).

    Amitié

    Cyp’
    free (and french) online writer

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