{"id":14179,"date":"2019-07-12T12:01:11","date_gmt":"2019-07-12T11:01:11","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/letrat.eu\/?p=14179"},"modified":"2024-08-27T14:40:34","modified_gmt":"2024-08-27T13:40:34","slug":"nena-ime-eshte-de-luxe-humoreske","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/letrat.eu\/?p=14179","title":{"rendered":"N\u00ebna ime \u00ebsht\u00eb “de luxe” (humoresk\u00eb)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Senad Guraziu, 2006 (humoresk\u00eb)<\/em><\/p>\n

(…ishim m\u00ebrrolur e prishur n\u00eb fytyrat. \u00c7do gj\u00eb q\u00eb kishim p\u00ebrmendur deri at\u00ebher\u00eb ra n\u00eb uj\u00eb e filloi t\u00eb “ndryshkej”, s’kishte m\u00eb vler\u00eb. Habia dhe zilia na kishin turbulluar, sepse e dinim mir\u00eb: Lavd\u00ebrim ka\u00e7urreli ishte fitimtari, ai dhe askush tjet\u00ebr. S’ia vlente m\u00eb, ishte e kot\u00eb<\/strong>…)<\/p>\n

M\u00eb kujtohet kur, si f\u00ebmij\u00eb, spontanisht qem\u00eb futur n\u00eb nj\u00eb gar\u00eb p\u00ebr t’i lavd\u00ebruar n\u00ebnat tona. Nuk di tani me siguri n\u00ebse v\u00ebrtet pati qen\u00eb “spontane”, por dhe nuk di cili nga ne e shpiku, kush qe shkaktari, apo \u00e7’na shtyri n\u00eb at\u00eb loj\u00eb t\u00eb \u00e7uditshme. Di se qem\u00eb kthyer n\u00eb kacagjelash t\u00eb pap\u00ebrmbajtsh\u00ebm, b\u00ebnim zhurm\u00eb e s’linim radh\u00eb p\u00ebr nj\u00ebri-tjetrin, secili “ka\u00e7uret\u00ebn” p\u00ebrpjet\u00eb. Shtyheshim se kush do ta gjente ndonj\u00eb fjal\u00eb m\u00eb interesante ose shprehjen m\u00eb t\u00eb rrall\u00eb, p\u00ebr t’i ngritur n\u00ebnat n\u00eb qiell.<\/p>\n

Nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb se Fjalori yn\u00eb ishte i “varf\u00ebr” por dhe aq e leht\u00eb s’ishte. Kriteret ndryshonin \u00e7do moment; ktheheshin n\u00eb m\u00eb t\u00eb rrept\u00eb. Mjaftonte nj\u00eb shk\u00ebndij\u00eb pak\u00ebnaq\u00ebsie dhe ne vlonim me propozimet e panum\u00ebrta. Nj\u00eb dit\u00eb prej dit\u00ebsh, n\u00eb nj\u00eb aso momenti “plog\u00ebshtie t\u00eb rastit”, ishim hutuar paksa me numrimin dhe me klasifikimin e gog\u00eblxhamave, Lavd\u00ebrim “qurravecit” papritmas i shkrepi di\u00e7 shum\u00eb interesante: “N\u00ebna ime \u00ebsht\u00eb deluxe\u2026” tha me nj\u00eb lloj pasigurie, s\u00eb cil\u00ebs saora ia vuri nd\u00ebrskamc\u00ebn. \u00c7\u00ebshtje sekondash n\u00eb fakt, vet\u00ebtimthi u bind se th\u00ebnia e tij mund t\u00eb quhej “bingo”! M\u00ebnga i “rr\u00ebshqiti” nj\u00ebher\u00eb si shigjet\u00eb posht\u00eb hund\u00ebs s\u00eb skuqur dhe syt\u00eb filluan t’i shk\u00eblqejn\u00eb.<\/p>\n

Ne e shikuam nj\u00ebri-tjetrin, t\u00eb stepur e t\u00eb mekur, s’kishte ngelur gj\u00eb p\u00ebr ne. Filluam me zbritjen si “gjelat e Konic\u00ebs nga gardhi”, t\u00eb gjith\u00eb kok\u00ebulur, nj\u00ebri pas tjetrit. Ishim m\u00ebrrolur e prishur n\u00eb fytyrat. \u00c7do gj\u00eb q\u00eb kishim p\u00ebrmendur deri at\u00ebher\u00eb ra n\u00eb uj\u00eb e filloi t\u00eb “ndryshkej”, s’kishte m\u00eb vler\u00eb. Habia dhe zilia na kishin turbulluar, sepse e dinim mir\u00eb: Lavd\u00ebrim ka\u00e7urreli ishte fitimtari, ai dhe askush tjet\u00ebr. S’ia vlente m\u00eb, ishte e kot\u00eb.<\/p>\n

Ai thjesht ia kishte q\u00eblluar n\u00eb pik\u00eb – n\u00eb pik\u00eb t\u00eb pik\u00ebs. I kishte \u00e7ar\u00eb shigjetat tona n\u00eb dysh, si Robin Hudi. Fitorja \u00ebsht\u00eb \u00ebmb\u00eblsir\u00eb, humbja \u00ebsht\u00eb e hidhur – kot shtireshim, kot p\u00ebrvidheshim. E dinim mir\u00eb, vendimi i v\u00ebshtir\u00eb por duhej t\u00eb dor\u00ebzoheshim. N\u00eb syt\u00eb ia shihnim krenarin\u00eb t\u00eb cil\u00ebn ai as q\u00eb mundohej ta fshihte. E pse ta fshihte! Pirolla i qoft\u00eb, e kishte gjetur q\u00eb \u00e7’ke me t\u00eb. Kapitullimi ishte i pashmangsh\u00ebm! M\u00eb n\u00eb fund – dikujt m\u00eb her\u00ebt e dikujt m\u00eb von\u00eb – na qe mbushur mendja, sado t\u00eb mundoheshim di\u00e7 m\u00eb interesante se ai s’do t\u00eb gjenim.<\/p>\n

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\nDhe t\u00eb gjith\u00eb ne, madje shum\u00eb muaj m\u00eb par\u00eb, ve\u00e7 e kishim lexuar etiket\u00ebn “deluxe” n\u00eb traktorin e Xha Maliqit. T\u00eb gjith\u00ebve na pati p\u00eblqyer shk\u00eblqimi metalik, na xig\u00eblonte, na pati mahnitur, se \u00e7’kishte di\u00e7 t\u00eb kulluar n\u00eb t\u00eb\u2026 pa\u00e7ka se kuptimin etiket\u00ebs nuk ia dinim. \u00c7’do t\u00eb thoshte sakt\u00ebsisht ajo “deluxe” as q\u00eb e kishim iden\u00eb. Asnj\u00ebri nga ne. Ndoshta s\u2019ishte as nevoja ta dinim, q\u00ebkur ndodhej n\u00eb traktorin m\u00eb t\u00eb ri q\u00eb kishte par\u00eb fshati ndonj\u00ebher\u00eb.<\/p>\n

Fakti se ashtu shkruante (madje me shkronja t\u00eb arta, fort shk\u00eblqyese) sikur e neutralizonte nevoj\u00ebn p\u00ebr ta kuptuar n\u00eb thelb dometh\u00ebnien e asaj etikete. P\u00ebr k\u00ebt\u00eb fliste mjaftuesh\u00ebm vet\u00eb traktori. Ne, disi n\u00ebp\u00ebrmjet karakteristikave t\u00eb traktorit, e dinim se etiketa vezulluese e kishte vendin aty.<\/p>\n

\u00c7’\u00ebsht\u00eb e v\u00ebrteta, sikur ashtu flisnin dhe vet\u00eb mustaqet e Xha Maliqit, tek nisej p\u00ebr n\u00eb pazarin e Malishev\u00ebs. Shkonte \u00e7do dit\u00eb tregu atje, rregullisht shkonte. Edhe kur s’blinte gj\u00eb, edhe kur s’kishte pun\u00eb. Ulej n\u00eb \u00e7ajtoren m\u00eb prestigjioze t\u00eb qytez\u00ebs, “Blini” (ku shtirej se nuk i shihte vjedhurazi filmat karate), pinte \u00e7aja dhe hante qofte t\u00eb shijshme deri n\u00eb pasditen e von\u00eb. Thjesht k\u00ebnaqej me miqt\u00eb, po ashtu traktorist\u00eb. Qeshte e gajasej, kuvendonte me t\u00eb njohur e t\u00eb panjohur.<\/p>\n

E kush s’do k\u00ebnaqej, kush s’do shkonte si ai pazareve? Askush s’do hezitonte me nj\u00eb aso traktori fringo. Plisi i bardh\u00eb d\u00ebbor\u00eb dhe traktori “Ferguson” do i jepnin hijeshi dhe vet\u00eb tregut t\u00eb Prishtin\u00ebs, pa l\u00ebre atij t\u00eb Malishev\u00ebs. Apo, madje dhe s’duhej t\u00eb shkonte gj\u00ebkundi. As n\u00eb Malishev\u00eb, e as n\u00eb Rahovec. Thjesht dhe kur dilte rrug\u00ebs s\u00eb Rrafshin\u00ebs, mjaftonte. N\u00eb fakt ishte Kryeplaku i katundit, prandaj dhe e quanin shkurt, “kryeplaku”. Vet\u00ebm kaq dhe dihej.<\/p>\n

Mbante nj\u00eb k\u00ebmish\u00eb t\u00eb hekurosur xham (aso “t\u00eb kamerier\u00ebve\u2026” – sipas Jup\u00ebs, hokatarit t\u00eb katundit), tirq t\u00eb bler\u00eb n\u00eb Shtime tek Gafurr Gajtanxhiu, i njohur ky, “me nam\u00eb deri n’Durr\u00ebs”, (n\u00eb shok\u00ebn laramane traka-traka flitej se e mbante nj\u00eb revole t\u00eb mark\u00ebs Bereta, por kjo s’dihej aq sigurt), pastaj nj\u00eb sako allafranga ngjyr\u00eb hiri dhe opinga q\u00eb shk\u00eblqenin-pasqyr\u00eb (n\u00eb xhepin e jasht\u00ebm t\u00eb sakos i shihej palosur buletini i LKJ-s\u00eb, “Komunisti”).<\/p>\n

Koh\u00ebt e fundit mjaft shpesh e shihje dhe me aso “patika t’Kin\u00ebs”. Mokasinkat e bardha kineze ishin n\u00eb mod\u00eb, shiteshin tashm\u00eb dhe n\u00eb dyqanin e Zenun Digitrunit. Se ishin n\u00eb mod\u00eb, ai e kishte hetuar, gjith\u00eb djelmuria q\u00eb loznin pasditeve n\u00eb oborrin e shkoll\u00ebs i mbanin t\u00eb nj\u00ebjta. Dhe p\u00ebr m\u00eb tep\u00ebr ishin aq t\u00eb q\u00ebndrueshme. “S\u2019shqyhen dot” – e pati siguruar Zenun dyqanxhiu, “ec kah ta doj\u00eb lo\u00e7ka, shko n’zabel o nda\u00e7 n’fush\u00eb o nda\u00e7 n’Vardar\u201d. Pastaj nuk ishin as t\u00eb shtrenjta, besa ishin dhe pend\u00ebl t\u00eb lehta. K\u00ebmb\u00ebt nuk i djersiteshin m\u00eb, si\u00e7 ndodhte me opingat e gom\u00ebs. Kishte zbuluar pra se “patikat kineze” ishin fort praktike!<\/p>\n

M\u00eb kujtohet kur ai, i rruar akull dhe i fresk\u00ebt, me mustaqet si musketir, i hipte traktorit n\u00eb oborrin e tij dhe nisej rrug\u00ebs p\u00ebrmes arave t\u00eb Rrafshin\u00ebs, ngadal\u00eb-ngadal\u00eb. E p\u00ebrsh\u00ebndeste gjithsecilin katundar, b\u00ebnte me dor\u00eb, i uronte argat\u00ebt ose burrat e vetmuar n\u00ebp\u00ebr arat skaj rrug\u00ebs, e kthente kok\u00ebn nga pas dhe shikonte nga “hidraulikat” n\u00eb mos i kishte r\u00ebn\u00eb ndonj\u00eb hekur, dhe pastaj kur qet\u00ebsohej se \u00e7do gj\u00eb ishte n\u00eb rregull, e t\u00ebrhiqte llozin shk\u00eblqyes t\u00eb gasit, thuase dikur n\u00eb rini kishte qen\u00eb “kalor\u00ebs i Ali Pash\u00ebs” dhe se tani i kishte ngelur zakon “ta thumbonte atin”.<\/p>\n

Traktori merrte hov p\u00ebrpara si kal\u00eb i devotsh\u00ebm, e n\u00ebn gumzhim\u00ebn ritmike t\u00eb motorit, kryeplakut mbase i koklaviteshin mendimet si l\u00ebmsh, n\u00ebn plisin e lesht\u00eb. Mir\u00ebpo, p\u00ebr t\u00eb menduar mir\u00ebfilli, s’besoj se mund t’ket\u00eb menduar gj\u00eb. N\u00eb aso \u00e7aste, padyshim, secili fill do t’i k\u00ebputej n\u00ebn sulmet e krenaris\u00eb, t\u00eb k\u00ebnaq\u00ebsis\u00eb e t\u00eb vet\u00ebbesimit. Tekefundit kishte sa t\u00eb duash koh\u00eb p\u00ebr meditime t\u00eb thella, serioze. Pse i duhej t\u00eb mendonte pik\u00ebrisht tani, kur kishte dal\u00eb t\u00eb k\u00ebnaqej, ashtu si\u00e7 i kishte hije me kuqaloshin e vet.<\/p>\n

Ishte fakt q\u00eb katundi prej treqind sht\u00ebpish, katund me lagje t\u00eb shp\u00ebrndara, q\u00eb shtrihej “hap\u00ebt, pothuaj sa Rahoveci”, ia kishte besuar detyr\u00ebn m\u00eb nderuese – duke e zgjedhur udh\u00ebheq\u00ebs, prijatar, bajraktar. Kjo s’ishte pak. Sikur i bindur se ishte b\u00ebr\u00eb trefish m\u00eb burr\u00eb nga \u00e7’kishte qen\u00eb, kryeplakut i shk\u00eblqenin fort dy dh\u00ebmb\u00ebt e art\u00eb, shp\u00eblar\u00eb “me \u00e7aj rusi, e me pak raki t\u00eb Rahovecit” n\u00ebn rrezet e diellit t\u00eb pasdit\u00ebs.<\/p>\n

Ndonj\u00eb gur ose grop\u00eb rrug\u00ebs, si dhe kur duhej p\u00ebrsh\u00ebndetur kalimtar\u00ebt, e b\u00ebnte ta shtynte dorez\u00ebn e kromizuar me aq hijeshi dhe traktori e zvog\u00eblonte shpejt\u00ebsin\u00eb sipas qejfit. Shpesh skajohej q\u00eb t’i b\u00ebnte rrug\u00eb ndonj\u00eb veture, kur dhe k\u00ebrrusej q\u00eb t’shihte n\u00eb mos ishte ndonj\u00eb mik ose ndokush i njohur. Shumic\u00ebn e veturave i njihte, por ai i p\u00ebrsh\u00ebndeste dhe ata q\u00eb rast\u00ebsisht q\u00ebllonin t\u00eb panjohur, anise rrall\u00eb. Ndalej me buz\u00ebn n\u00eb gaz, i jepte siren\u00ebs shkurtazi tyyyyyt, b\u00ebnte me dor\u00eb – nj\u00eb lloj gjesti pothuaj i ngjash\u00ebm me nazi-p\u00ebrsh\u00ebndetjet.<\/p>\n

Pamja e tij gjithkujt i linte t\u00eb kuptonte se ishte nj\u00eb burr\u00eb “shtat\u00eb derhem”. Dhe ata ia kthenin me dozat e tyre t\u00eb respektit, e luhatnin kok\u00ebn lehtas duke v\u00ebn\u00eb dor\u00ebn n\u00eb zem\u00ebr n\u00eb shenj\u00eb fal\u00ebnderimi. Pastaj kryeplaku vazhdonte tutje. Mir\u00ebpo p\u00ebr vegj\u00eblin\u00eb, p\u00ebr argatshtin\u00eb, burra, gra e f\u00ebmij\u00eb q\u00eb takonte, rrall\u00eb ndalej. Atyre vet\u00ebm u th\u00ebrriste “\u2026lodhe hi\u00e7, ooo Asllan Kamishi?”. Pak m\u00eb tej\u2026 “uji nalet e ti kuuuurr\u00eb, ooo Ramushooo”, m\u00eb tutje: “puna maaar ooo Selman trimi”, ndokujt ia kthente: “jo bac jo, po ti, a lodhe ti?”\u2026 ose t\u00eb tjer\u00ebve vet\u00ebm ua b\u00ebnte me dor\u00eb, hijer\u00ebnd\u00eb.<\/p>\n

Njer\u00ebzia kujtonin se kishte ndonj\u00eb pun\u00eb me r\u00ebnd\u00ebsi n\u00eb qend\u00ebr, atje tek shkolla ku mbaheshin mbledhjet e katundit. Ose mendonin se shkonte p\u00ebr ta bler\u00eb “\u00e7ajin n\u00eb dyqanin e Zenun Digitrunit” (dyqanin e preferuar t\u00eb tij, tek sheshi Lama e Kuqe). Apo se ia kishte m\u00ebsyer tek “sekretari i Partis\u00eb, Qazim Trapi” p\u00ebr konsulltime t\u00eb ndryshme mbi pun\u00ebt dhe problemet e fshatit.<\/p>\n

Pasditja dhe buz\u00ebmbr\u00ebmja ishin koh\u00ebt kur at\u00eb rregullisht e shihje rrug\u00ebs s\u00eb Rrafshin\u00ebs me traktorin e kuq – duke shkuar, ose duke ardhur.<\/p>\n

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\nTani pas nj\u00ebzet e kusur vjet\u00ebsh Xha Maliqi \u00ebsht\u00eb kthyer n\u00eb nj\u00eb plak-xhufurrak. Pun\u00ebt kan\u00eb ndryshuar, prandaj dhe bot\u00ebkuptimet e tij jan\u00eb “adaptuar” me koh\u00ebn. Ai s’\u00ebsht\u00eb krenar p\u00ebr shkopin por akoma ia thot\u00eb mendja se ka shije t\u00eb kulluar p\u00ebr t\u00eb bukur\u00ebn, p\u00ebr gj\u00ebrat e bukura. N\u00eb zemr\u00ebn e tij shum\u00eb gj\u00ebra mund t’jen\u00eb shuar, mbase mund t’jet\u00eb e v\u00ebrtet\u00eb, por jo dhe nostalgjit\u00eb. Di\u00e7 m\u00eb t\u00eb bukur se kuqaloshi “Ferguson” ende nuk ka – beson akoma ai – p\u00ebrve\u00e7 n\u00ebse n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb kategori ta fusnim dhe makin\u00ebn “Ferrari”.<\/p>\n

Po, kjo tjet\u00ebr gj\u00eb, sidomos nj\u00eb aso kuq-e-zeze q\u00eb e kishte par\u00eb rast\u00ebsisht diku af\u00ebr Lidhjes s\u00eb Shkrimtar\u00ebve, n\u00eb kryeqytet. “T\u00eb ngel\u00ebsh pa fjal\u00eb e pa nj\u00eb kok\u00ebrr mend” \u2013 pati klithur. Natyrisht q\u00eb kishte t\u00eb drejt\u00eb. “Ferrari” makin\u00eb \u00ebndrrash, gjithmon\u00eb magjepse, ka qen\u00eb dhe do jet\u00eb. Ashtu si\u00e7 \u00ebsht\u00eb magjeps\u00ebs, p\u00ebrher\u00eb, dhe flamuri kuq e zi.<\/p>\n

Kuptohet, Xha Maliqi nuk e dinte sekretin ton\u00eb t\u00eb gar\u00ebs. Po ashtu, nj\u00ebsoj si ne, as ai nuk e pati ditur kurr\u00eb mir\u00ebfilli kuptimin e “deluxe”.
\nSidoqoft\u00eb, ngeli l\u00ebvdata m\u00eb interesante p\u00ebr n\u00ebnat. Askush s’ia pati kaluar Lavd\u00ebrimit ka\u00e7urrel. Askush nuk pati gjetur ndonj\u00eb l\u00ebvdat\u00eb tjet\u00ebr m\u00eb origjinale, m\u00eb dometh\u00ebn\u00ebse. Lavd\u00ebrimi mbeti kampion sot e asaj dite, fal\u00eb traktorit kuqalosh t\u00eb Maliq Kapllanit.<\/p>\n

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