Tuesday, March 29
Few months,i had a call from my childhood friend who at that time been the brain box of our class,ranging from dzongkha to the last subject of school days,his name printed and echoed from the the podium of result day,every body jeered and cheered.Today,unexpectedly,he just rang me saying,"hey how you doing,dude?", i drank to the depth of still holding the title of result". i replied,bravo,you deserve it,you made it,make sure you don't get kicked with that addict habit and with certain conversation, shared the verse and poetry of reality.
School and college days were over.I was waiting desperately for the time to get rid of the studies at some point.The assignment,weekly tests,project,and lab works were so hectic like even you don't have time on weekends to hooked around with friends to rejoice and share a cup of wine with a glee.The school days had taught me valuable lessons of life,not about handling failure in studies,but about leading a team,hostel and Mess management,hosting a show,public speaking,coping with agriculture programs,washing piglets,organizing cultural show,scouting,how to win hearts.
Down the memory lane,times had been tough and hard.And when you of the view,you would never surrender to life,you become a conqueror of yourself.You become tougher,because when your are taught to be tough,you become bold and brave.Today,as i sit and lean back on my office arm chair and reflect,i get a clearer view of life that,it wasn't just the academic alone that gave me a happy starting life.It was the result of yesterday's sort of daring every bit of failing experience, in every downturn that wakes your head up. I don't find any cause in becoming someone special without having a heart and interest in what you love to do.I really love the beauty and way god has framed the life.
Well,the joy of getting the first payment was far more challenging than managing and scheduling the timetable for studies,games and other activities in school and college.The payment and demands,rocks that need to be crushed and checklist that goes numberless.It was then just a month old since i freshly joined the office.No,ATM card but just managed a simple bank account.The Accounts section then called me up to collect my first payment.You can imagine,for years and years,you have been supported through your parents shoulder,today when you first look around and be able to stand on your newbie feet,its not just the feeling of achievement,but to every hard work and battle,there is after all a sense of relieve and end to those toughest days of life.
I am sure that Ecstasy and joy of life's first payment would be a beautiful moment to remember in days to come.Its all about going to a temple,offering a portion to the almighty for the help and blessings for fortune,parents who had been there for all the difficult times of our life, people who were and will be the sole motivator,
and friends who would look there for a great satisfactory treat.
After all a jump for a joy and drinking with friends around,giving some small gifts to parents,little brothers and sisters,cousins,and some portion purchasing some fashionable outfits,spent on shoes,money order to a brother who is on further studies away from home,you end the day with empty pocket waiting anxiously for the month to end for another acclaim.And yes life is good at the end,because you live every moment of the precious time with lovable ones.
A friend of mine who works in some private firm just stated on his face book status today,"as i insert my ATM Card,the machine laughed".
Its not healthy to curse every darkness,rather light some candles.Life is a beautiful cycle,ups and downs,yet you create a history by living every moment with people around spreading sparks and joy ,because we ought to live more by living and breathing with others around.
Thursday, March 24
Tshemdona is a small happy village located aside the bank of river pachu ,5 kilometre towards south of Kichu Lhakhang,opposite of Nemjo valley.Though scarcity with water few years back,still people in this locality are known for the sheer brilliance in farming mechanism and hardwork for decades.Almost majority of people here live self sufficient.Most of the traditional houses are well decorated with intricate elaborate paintings,roofed with modern CJI Sheets,often found with red chillies spread over from the peak seasons.I was brought up here from the handle of plough that tilled the soil to the happy blossoms of golden paddy in mid autumn.I observed every sweat and teamwork of villagers from the sow of a seed to the reap of harvest.Its worth to watch the glee on the face of these people including my father and mother who welcomed my birth to the beautiful soil and opened my eyes and heart to the warmth of farm house.
The life and time goes inseparable,yet at times expect something unexpected.Like in movies that mesmerize and hypnotize our eyes from a calm and tranquil joy to a disaster scene that starts provoking doubts and chaos to the dark surround in the inner self.That's why its call life.Its gonna never lead to perfection,unless the inner voice and self recognizes there exist a state in the change of mind and presence.
All a matter of inconsistent thoughts that hover around and around creates a joy and changes to agony in a moment of second.
The next day after the Paro Tshechu,on terrible Sunday,at around 12:00 in the afternoon,heavy wind blew off more than 60-70 houses' roof to the ground in a matter of few seconds.I just calmed and thought,now it was the western regions' turn.Earlier it was at the east.More than 45 CJI Sheets of my beautiful home was thrown off the fields.The planks,wooden beams,swift towards the earth.A Huge twister like dust rushed from the farm road towards the field wiping out every presence on its way.Our neighbors had a similar disaster,huge beams banged towards the ground and produced a huge resonance.Trees stood to their might as firm as iron rods,while weaker ones surrendered to the strength of Nature's furious blow.Travelers on the roadside were being stopped,a car and a cab nearly smashed to the skeletons.All we could do is sit calmly and watch the show go on till the end.The fear,might,power,greed,hatred,and lust all comes to an end at one point of time.We leave there defenseless and shelter less to the might of Mother Nature.
This was how i watched a clip of the wind who blew off my roof captured by my in law's phone when he returned to Thimphu the very day after things got settled down and soon the furious show was put off.
You may wonder where i was?.I was alone here in Thimphu,when the rapid fire broke out near the Lhakhang where i reside.It started from the construction site where the pieces of tiny woods were combusted and soon taken away in the hands of Huge mighty wind.The results were so devastating and its hard to watch the alarm and show run aside.Firebells were heard across the city.Within no time,blue pines were razed down to the ground.The fire jumps through its power and its as furious as the wind itself.
Fire fighters,Army personnels and Desungs rushed to the scene for the battle.The live scene is so pathetic when yourself becomes so helpless.All you could do is watch aside.Such is the impact of the similar wind who blew off my roof.
That day,I called him the uninvited guest on my territory,so furious and powerful.Life is just as fragile as these objects of time.When all faith,trust,love goes off,you lie there just naked like you were first born.You are defenseless,because everything you get accept is with reason,why?,how?,when?.When things turn out to be sour,it even gets bitter when we fail to respond to the change we ought to be in.You raise yourself,because you think, that's your freedom and right.Believe me,the existence of our life is also for the existence of other.We live dependently on each other.When it harms you,its gonna harm me too like the wind who not only blew off my roof,but razed others to the ground.