My College life
Now all most six months
have been passed after getting passed out from college, appearing exam and
joining the civil servants was like “History building in age” and everybody
does this. Considering a good time,
counting the blessings in life, I would love to share it as the bedtime story.
Often I passed through lots of tribulations in my flight against the mission of life
but keeping earth as my confidence, I have moved in life not like others but in
my own ways.
As if life is designed and
decorated for the first and last chance, before the date of expiry endows,
there is means of putting the last chance as “Golden chance”. If I were asked to
describe about college life I guess I have got lot more stories. Particularly,
life in a college is sorted out and can be understood as best kind of life
being put to test. It was a life that one enjoys the most or could be
considered as the best part of life. I guess the decision is yours because in
another side of the story one who roots from an average income family there is
no way for them to the smiling story behind one's graduation.
Some may consider that
college life is the ground for the next phase of life. The time waits for us to
contemplate on the marriage life or to start the self-earning living.
I remember the
sensational poverty line passing through when I was sent to the school. When my
friend was sent to the school I remained finding the longing joy with the cattle
at home. Fortunately, I found way to school: a poor village boy made the
journey of educations; but cattle were left uneducated!
In college days being
punctual remained just as a discussed theory for me. I remember fatefully
failing to submit assignment on time or boiling myself in the last hour of exam
preparations: but it had brought the lesson and it never eludes me in calling
myself a teacher of self-potentiality. The degree of fears and horrifying memoirs
still haunts my poor heart. However, there was pleasure in copy pasting and
stealing the secret individual intellectuals like ideas, theories or pictures.
Or we simply borrow the ideas and made sure they were consoled with the
comforting words of simply stating that ideas were borrowed for for their next
move or how to go about it. Only a little click of right hand could alter the
hours and hours of work into a single turn of ownership. At last the best grade
achievers were the last minute workers.
Reflecting on passing
days from library room to the lecture theater, working in hour to hour, reading
from single page to the final chapter of the library or reference book would
make me short of time to catch other activities. From football ground to
basketball court, given the choice, my class would call play field as PCD’s
home ground.
Another side of the
college life was learning well on managing the daily cyclical regularities. My
friend Choki writes “life is all about adjustment” in these lines I see true
wisdom of everyday living. Being in college does not go as poorer or smaller in
portions instead it was pulled and pushed by the rippling effects of peer
pressure. But choice is yours how you
go about in adjusting the life. At one
time, lots of pressure from girlfriend for not able to be on appointment time or
friends asking to join their long planed ventures but it was now a buoyant
memory.
Spiritual
savor
One particular event still
that was very remarkable was the meeting of the extraordinary master, Dilgo
Yangsi Rimpochey. I have read about his previous reincarnation and it was such a
moving experience to learn from him that he was same as the previous
incarnation.
He was very kind enough to grant me the teachings on his mind treasure and LUNG on seven line prayers. If I were asked to remember one particular incident I think being in the presence of Rinpochey was the extraordinary moment one in my life. When I look back to the conversation I had with him bring me the tears of joy. He advised me to take the pride of being Bhutanese and take the ownership of varjayana country. He said that the core principles of being Buddhist were ingrained in every Bhutanese Genes.
He was very kind enough to grant me the teachings on his mind treasure and LUNG on seven line prayers. If I were asked to remember one particular incident I think being in the presence of Rinpochey was the extraordinary moment one in my life. When I look back to the conversation I had with him bring me the tears of joy. He advised me to take the pride of being Bhutanese and take the ownership of varjayana country. He said that the core principles of being Buddhist were ingrained in every Bhutanese Genes.
During the annual
Drupchens and other ceremony I used to visit and get the blessing from him. All
the time Rinpochey would ask me “Are you fine?” I would say “yes la”.
Friendship
of four and 4pcd
The silver lining of so
called friendship and the meaning of friendship were learnt in those college
days. My group was together in all times celebrating the success as well as
failure in team. One thing that we as a group friend succeeded was uplifting
the team spirits and promoting the language policy. Our language was kept as English in daily
conversations, if ones fail to abide by the policy, one has to take to college
canteen for the treat without a single justification for breaching the law.
There I had the good time and was belching occasionally because it was my idea
behind this act but we can’t simply deny the undefeatable fun we get from it.
Inside a class we sat together. The class participation was the most memorable among
us because Cheki could execute her
working strategy well, while I was reluctant in taking up the roles,:Penjor
would be behind me when I was about to lose my debating points to the worthy
opponents. To the adjacent Kelzang would
be gazing at the internal game we had set forth to play. She takes up her role
as the moderator in every discussion with her wit.
As Sangay nurture the
dreams of being a composer and the singer with the “Mejay Mejay serious”
Drubjor makes the whole class laughable with his accurate imitations. Cool Bhadur smiling uncontrollably to everyone’s meeting was extraordinary. Kelzang
Orongpa’s group was very sets of hardworking peoples; they stood as hardworking
group, who had a better reputation in the class. While lazy groups of few could
make out in the last hours of the due date assignments, there stood a good
lesson for the class as a whole. In open class Lilly being the origins of
western would sing his favourite Sharchop song “SHIN THIIN DENI THURLU
RINCHODU”, all would find time to listen to him for an occasional jokes inside the
classroom.
Meeting
of karma sir
I met karma sir and it
was worth meeting him in my life. I don’t know how we came to sharing of warm
closeness, but seeing of this man was like finding some encyclopedic books in
my life. He expounds from way of life to the wings of butterfly. Being in his
presence was like knowing who we are and his modesty is the unusual gift for
all of us. And this man has been my wings of inspiration in reading, writing
and learning and arts of photography.
Joy
of an Adventuring
In every call on the
Saturdays would be next plan to go for picnicking or trekking. The places are
the part of learning. In every places there were lot more this for discovery.
When we are able to be friend with different places we invigorate the souls, since the
souls were put into sinking in bursting bank of materialistic world. We become
down to earth because wild flowers, air and the bees were sorts of natural
seeing every day that regulates it and let it forget the picture of your rooms where
you see the refrigerator, or seeing of the shattering news of thousand death on
television. We never appreciate in
everyday seeing, but by getting to the different places all the trails that
human had trodden become the living truth for us.
My four years of stay
was enriching and fruitful. I often visited Paro Kichu Lhakhang and Khyense
Rinpoche’s Museum in Paro that was the most touching place that I love to visit
again and again. For me the seed of spiritual journey was started on earth from
those places.
As I
keep on ruminating to those by gone days, I find all the treasuring moments as
fleeting moments that was afresh as morning dews. Perhaps, I feel life was,
made there in college despite compromising certain shortcomings and
understanding between the different aspects of life. For now,I find the timely solace
from three idiot’s song “Give me some sunshine, give me some rain, and Give me
another chance to grow up once again”.
THANK YOU ALL FOR BEING
MY PART.
wow! i had all kinds of emotions while reading your article.
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best wishes!
Kadrenchey la Kelzang.
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