Deference to SCE

I fretted initially fearing that I may not fish a friend of my type. It did until I met with my Hi- bye friend, who graduated from the same university. We have known little through football matches while we were in our previous college.

One Sunday as I was heading back to college from shopping, I saw him in the college soccer field. He was startled to see me. We congratulated on each other’s success and dispersed saying we would drop by the college canteen in the evening. That’s how we met in Samtse. Everybody was new to each other and we decided to stay together. Our nine month long stay in the college had been fruitful. Not even a single conflict erupted between us. Two of us resembled similar life style. He was a better cook and I was a good feeder.

It often brings tears, when I recall the halcyon days. Times spent with friends were beautiful filled with joys and sorrows. We made much out of days beside books. 

Assignments and library books were submitted late. The penalty imposed was not paid on time, for the wallet remained empty most of the time. Morning assemblies were scheduled turn wise and hardly had we made it. I would be up till morning 5 or 6 surfing or writing assignments often. The freshness and the early morning sunrise were missed frequently. Misuse of stipend and most things were credited from the nearby shops.

Good thing was that we never abrogated the laws of the college and indulged into troubles. Classes were attended regularly and participated in co-curricular activities actively. The yearlong stay had been completed with stress of assignments, credits and examinations. 

Now I owe to the college, myriad gratitude for transforming my inner thoughts. The values and attitudes assimilated helped me to ease away ignorance and hesitancy that was clouded in me. The way I view the world has changed and the ways in which I socialize with others have climbed up significantly. I have learned to sacrifice and compromise. I have learned to be adequate beyond measures and voice out my fears. 

The relishing wisdom blessed on me guided me to be good and value based human being.  I have been tamed wisely and famed intuitively. My temperament has profoundly diminished and the way I present my attitude has changed in leaps and bounds. I have inculcated sense of responsibility and altruism. Respect for elders and care for Youngers is what I have nurtured. Gradually, I have been able to inhibit my sluggishness. At this instant I sleep beneath 
the canvas of star filled energetic sky.

The amateur thoughts have now fructified and matured. The languid lifestyle is vanishing and reality is yet to be endured. Challenges and constraints waiting in every niche of opportunities and success anticipated by everyone, life has become the survival of the fittest. 

While I liberate myself from my own unconsciousness, I assure to impact people around me positively and infuse in them good morals.  And whenever the moon lusters on my roof top, I treasure the values and principles worth more than the gold, endued to me by the college.

I went there as a boy and came back as a man.

Journaling

                                                                                                                                            

One of the ways in which I vindicate myself, despite the tight schedule every day is by journaling. It’s my fashion of archiving daily routines. Writing is not everybody’s cup of tea. It takes good number of practices and consistency to come up with finest piece of write up. Writing a journal on a regular basis helps to explore ourselves and deepen our thoughts. It is a fun way of recalling our past memories as well.

Often I land up in literary disorder called writer’s block, the state 
where my thoughts completely get literally empty. But that doesn't obviate me from writing anymore. Instead it endows me with another avenue to showcase my passion for literature. At times even putting up a sentence seems like a herculean task but I simply defend it with modest pedagogic adage, “if there is will there is way”. Like any other write up, journaling also needs constant practice and pace. We can’t expect the progress to be rapid at one go. All it takes is steady practice and hard work blended with curiosity and courage.

Great writers and authors did not spring up overnight. It took ample of time and determination to reach for the stars. They too failed several times. What made them different was their will to climb up the hill with courage no matter how many times they fell down.

Just to quench my thirst for journaling, I always make it a point to pen down at least 200 words every night before I board onto my bed and If not by wrestling with words of wise man. I can see much of gradual progress in my work and that’s what nudges my motivation the most. A good piece of write up is one which kindles excitement and inquisitive to the readers and that would make them feel real. The beauty of it forever hangs around in the mind of the readers.

I had grown too comfortable in my writing task, the joyride of my thoughts. It not only enlightens me with provoking views but also saves my craving for the literature to be alive. Beside it also ponders my strength of expressing visionary ideas into words. Moreover, it is a good way of introspecting my own thought and ideas. Letting people realize through expressed words speaks far better than orally awakening them.

Nonetheless, the pleasure of getting drowned in the sea of journaling is massive as it hardwires my joy for it. I also get opportunity to keep myself occupied and it is a way of getting rid of leisure time wisely. The prime benefit of journaling is keeping update on one’s own thought and furthering the richness of literature. 

For me journaling is like keeping myself awake. Just like any other activities, it broadens my mind and evaluates my actions.

My good friend

“Oye keta...Research gi submission is on 10^th i.e. Thursday . . . So start working on it…today we watched ur fav songs (len na ngegi sem) movie….” a message dropped in my inbox at around 11:25pm while I was going through a book. Though I was out of balance to respond her, at least i acknowledged her for waking me up from my ignorance. Otherwise who knows I might flunk and have to rewrite that paper? I was alarmed by her message and began panicking as I have done nothing to my research paper. Nevertheless to ease away the uneasiness, I decided to make myself occupied by putting down some lines. Since I did not thank her in person and as a matter of gratitude I chose to write about her.

We may not have known each other if we didn’t converse in the classroom. She graduated from sherubtse, one of the oldest and in fact well known colleges in the country. Her degree is in physical science. Probably she must have been brain box while in the college. But I don’t mean to say that now she is bad. She is excelling today as well. Most of the time I find her quiet and calm busy in her work.

I appreciate the intensity of her simplicity. She is soft spoken and humble minded and that makes her beautiful as she is always. She wears that pretty smile every day and I see her happy all the time. When in class she occupies the middle row and often dozes while there is a lengthy presentation. I seldom irritate her by phoning unnecessarily. Never did I see her portraying frustrations in class room. Who knows she must be bugging a lot with her friends when at other times (laugh out loud). I am not sure of her likes and dislikes as we don’t talk about personal stuffs.

I have known her much only this semester and I feel privilege to have someone as nice as her. One thing I found in her was that she is picture perfect in kitchen arts. Recently we went out for class picnic and there I got opportunity to taste her curry. It was awesome and I had the most promising curry after so long. When I look upon it now, it makes me salivate too much. Moreover she would make good wife to her husband. Whosesoever be her hubby, he would surely realize her worth.

Now that we know each other, I feel much comfy to talk with her.  I hope our friendship remains firm as it is today, in times to come. After the completion of this month, we will be busy with our own lives and we won’t be able to make it like now. Even if we do it will be very often. But I will always flashback that in a voyage of my life, I found a friend whose presence I always enjoyed and that added flavor to my life.  She is known by the name Mon kumari.

I met her through communication and I have for her, my friendship by blood.

The beauty of morning

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Robin Sharma truly said, “Those who get up early are those who get the best from life”.  The cockcrow stroked directly onto my window pane and it gingerly touched my face, greeting me through the little chink in the curtain. I was roused form my deep sleep and I could not sleep again. I laid on the couch for couple of minutes. Then I got up, switched on the water boiler and I headed towards wash room for cleanup. After having done everything, I prepared myself a cup of coffee. The cup was over flooded with chocolate. By then it was already 6 but most were snoring and dreaming. I was all alone in the kitchen.

I stared through the window at the calm and quite view outside. The first thing that touched my heart was the pale tinted sun. It has already come out of its nest and started journeying towards west. The heat was gentle and warm. The cool breeze aced through the window and refreshed me. I felt excited and got lost in its unbounded joy. Trees let their branches swing to the motion of cool breeze, composing the sweetest melody of nature. The flowers too, glistened with its natural pigment giving off its cologne. The pearl like dew coupled flawlessly with diamond like meadow.

Nearby on the road, the dim light was still glowing. The lane was empty with no vehicles except some bugs skirting the faint glow. I could also see few cows grazing over green field happily. The avenue was completely filled up with silence. After some time, its beauty expanded as it begun to shower softly. The whole of scene magnified when a rainbow arched over the place. It was miracle in reality. Everything was picture perfect but I wished at that very moment of time, if some morning larks could come and hum in its mesmerizing tone.

The next moment, over the hills, I could see forest which was untouched and pure. It rendered its best service to animals dwelling there. The place of perfect harmony, where good will and friendship turned out into indivisible relationship.

Faraway down the shallow landscape, the small stream flowed with vigorous zest and speed. The sound resembled something, which I could not recall exactly. There I spotted some people with umbrellas overhead and jerkins dangling from their hands. Those folks were the early worm catchers who rinsed themselves with novel spring water. They happily returned back home with songs of joy. Also, the prayer wheel located at the heart of place served as the washer of defilements. The white holy smokes from the stupa disappeared into the atmosphere, which exhibited the uncertainty of life.

I was totally carried away by the virgin beauty of dawn and I stood brooding there for an hour. My coffee has grown cold and thick but i kept sipping till the last. Have I had not gotten up early that morning; I would have missed that golden opportunity. The pleasure was immense.

“Life is beautiful”, abruptly I whispered to myself.