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Ramesh Bikal (b. 1932) Bikal, whose real name is Rameshvar Prasad Chalise, was born near Gokarna in the Kathmandu Valley, passed a B.Ed, in 1960, and has worked in education for much of his life. His earlier stories express his socialist beliefs and antiestablishment instincts, for which he was imprisoned on three occasions between 1949 and 1952. His analyses of rural life are especially progressive, and Bikal's success in describing and empathizing with the lives of the common people of his country iswithout parallel in Nepali. Stories such as "A Splendid Buffalo," "The Song of New Road" (Naya Sadakko Git), "Footpath Ministers,"and "The Chautara at the Pass" (Bhanjydngko Chautdro) are among the finest in Nepali literature. Bikal has more recently turned to stories about sexual relations —following a trend, perhaps—for which he is sometimes criticized. Bikal's stories are published in eight volumes: Birdno Deshmd (In an Empty Land, 1959), Naya Sadakko Git (The Song of New Road, 1962), 13 Ramdild Kathdharu (13 Enjoyable Stories, 1967), Aja Pheri Arko Tannd Pherincha (Today YetAnother Bedspread Is Changed, 1967), Eutd Budho Violin Ashdvariko Dhunmd (An Old Violin in the Ashavari Tune, 1968), Agendko Dilmd (On the Edge of the Hearth, 1968), Urmila Bhdujyu (Sisterin -Law Urmila, 1968), and 21 Ramdild Kathdharu (21 Enjoyable Stories, 1968). Bikal was awarded the Madan Puraskar for Nayd Sadakko Git and was the first story writer to receive such a prize. A SPLENDID BUFFALO (LAHURI BHAINSl) "What's going on at Lukhure's place, eh? His house is lull of people!" The duidre looked out over his wall and saw a jet-black creature there. "What's that in Lukhure's yard?" he asked impatiently,as if there should 244 always be someone at hand to answer his questions or to tell him that what he said was true. He looked around, but there was no one near. Abashed, he called down to Ramblre GhartI in the field, "Rame, hey, Rame! What's all the fuss at Lukhure's place? Look! Is that a black cow there? What is it?" "Eh? Oh, I think Lukhure said something the other day about going to buy a buffalo. He must have brought it home today," muttered Ramblre as he came up the steps to the dware's house. He touched his head to the dwdre's feet, then shaded his eyes and looked over towards Lukhure 's house. "Hey, it is you know! It certainly is a buffalo! The serf has brought a buffalo home!"1 "Lukhure's bought a buffalo?" said the dware in amazement. He'd never have believed such a thing, even in a dream. If this were true, it was the most astonishing thing and something of a misdemeanor. He had always intended to get a good buffalo himself, but he'd been putting it off for years. Now that wretch Lukhure had got one! How could this be? It felt like a blow to his status, indeed, and made him feel uneasy. It was as if someone had pricked him with a gramophone needle. "What kind of buffalo has he got, then, Lukhure the serf?" "I don't know, I'm sure. He said he was going to look out for something that cost up to a hundred a hoof." Ramblre spoke absentmindedly, staring hard at Lukhure's yard. Perhaps Ramblre was wandering pleasurably through a dream in which a buffalo was tethered outside his door, too, with a great deal of excitement going on around it. The dware could not contain his curiosity,and a terrible compulsion led him toward Lukhure's house. "Come on," he said. "Let's have a look. Let's see what kind of buffalo that serf has got for himself." Lukhure's yard was full of people, and Pode, his four-year-old son, ran round and round the buffalo, clapping his hands. His feet had hardly touched the ground since father brought it home to Ankurl Bhanjyang.2 Long before the buffalo arrived, Pode had told all his friends about it and assembled them in the yard. As soon as his father stepped inside, he rushed up to him happily and swung from his coat. "Father, have you brought our buffalo? Have you? Hey Gope, look! Look at the buffalo myfather's brought home! It's our buffalo, you know! Every evening we'll have buckets and buckets of milk! It looks beautiful, too! And we'll take ghee to the town and...


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