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 of my age” and everybody does this.  Considering a good time counting the blessings in life, I would love to share as the bedtime story. Often I was passing through lots of tribulations in my flight against the life but keeping earth as my confidence, I have moved in life not like others but in my own ways.

As life is designed and decorated for the first and last chance, before the date of expiry endows, there is way 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 to the smiling story behind ones graduations.  

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.

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, there I had way to school: a poor village boy made to the journey of educations; of course cattle were left uneducated!

In college days being punctual remained just as a discussed theory for me and 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. How ever 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 reverence 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 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 conservation I had with him brings me the tears of joy. He advised me to take the pride of being Bhutanese and having the ownership of varjayana country. He said that the core principles of being Buddhist were ingrained in every Bhutanese Genes and DNA.  

During the annual Drupchens and other ceremony I used to visit and get the blessing from him. All the time Rinpochey asked 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 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. 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 forget the picture of your rooms where you see the refrigerator, or seeing of the shattering news of thousand death on television.  We never appreciated 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. I find the timely solace from three idiot’s song “Give some rain, give some sun shine, and Give me another chance to grow up once again”.

THANK YOU ALL FOR BEING MY PART.

Once upon a love-

To love someone doesn’t become easy from the heart but it requires certain courage and passions to say I love you. In the name of love human beings have made lots of sacrifices and rendered their services in all ways and means.

I don’t know why I made it happen for me at this time because for the decades of my schooling days I met many beautiful girls and could not declare my feelings but I did suppressed it as far as I could. And just my love story ended here.

To share about my loving story in the midst of it was sometime a painful story for me because only at this age I do value my feelings towards someone despite the unknown facts whether it was for good or bad causes I have loved so many girls and women in my life but having said that it’s never going to be the ending of my story here. I will love them whoever coming along my way.

I remember falling in love with someone for the first time when I was in class six, she was in my class. Given the fact that she became my seat mate and you know how much we did sharing of the secret intimacy for almost a year when privileged to seat together.

She was actually transferred from Tashi Gang. Her father had sought the admission in my school and may be like others I should say it was my love at the first sight upon seeing her.

She was beautiful and if I say it wasn’t but an average girl in beauty than I am telling you, my bundles of stored lies to you all. She was kind and good at heart. Sometime she used to write and complete my homework despite the fact that I had to travel a distance of few kilometers and day scholar life was hectic in nature as you were aware of it. Further she would share with me some sweets and l would love considering it as a token of love being honored to me.

Some might have seen as a love bird but it wasn’t, because there she had boyfriend from class eleven. He frequently come and disturbs my flow of talk to her. My admiring days were put to death after the entrance of that boy. But rate me not as problem to him as he too was a problem to my class because he came to the class without anyone’s permission.

The most painful sight of this story was I have to offer my seat to the boy from higher class. His name was Penjor. He was in love with the girl I had loved, what a curse at a time. He was two years senior to me and he had made his way to send me out from my seat. The moment I left for interval he would come and occupy my seat, it was so painful to see my girl who was put to so many questions and promises from him.

At a nearby distance from the window panel I would make a timely gazing to check what goes and does next to her. At the back of my mind I would sing the song of rejection from her, with my heavy hearts would be carried away by those thoughts maybe I should say emotional war.

As the ill luck unfurled and I could not continue in class ten, we weren’t together. She was never out of my sight. I would think of her as my life companion, hoping that one day I would call her as “darling, love you so much” but instead of calling darling now she was already taken by others.

At this point of time I feel I should have at the least endeavored once because my chance of rejection was never zero. I was topper in a class and I too celebrated my victory as an academic hero in my own ways. But things were too tough for me to say love her because it was a scary experience and suppressive feeling that I went on.

After class twelve we never met each other. During my time there were no mobile connectivity and our parting was marked with lots of hushing.  Later after her twelve result declaration I heard that she chose to become an     engineer. I rejoiced at her options and decision to become a engineer because I know she will become a great engineer in her life because she was also a bright student once in the class.

As I am closing my story I also do get lots of sad feelings because my first love was a complete failure. And after this experience I failed to nurture the true love to anyone because my first love shattered at first sight like broken an egg.

Declaration: This love story is factious and never intended for anyone’s discernment. It’s completely meant for feeding my burning passion for writings.