Tuesday, August 7, 2012

Over a coffee…

What not can happen over the coffee, a magic is spelled, a lost friend is back to your life, a story is wrote in sliver lines, promises are made, heart are broken, and most importantly people fall in LOVE…yes they do...

I hardly remember when had gone out with my friends and had ever laughed out my heart. I was living my life; I had no exciting elements in my life, since five years were gone by now and I still find myself walking on the same rout.
Tried and exhausted after long day of lesson and planning, I entered by favorite coffee shop on my way to home. It was getting cold and winter was gradually making its way through the valley of Thimphu.
As always aunty served me with my favorite chocolate coffee, it was moment of bliss for me, which everyday I loved to live. Lost in the cup of coffee and lasts song on the big LG screen while song was from movie Rock star, while I honestly I loved the song …which say …life is blab la…but for I usually loved to listen some kind of classic not what I call zing zang, which in my words means a earsplitting music. Well I had no choice because aunty at the counter seemed enjoying the song and I felt more than song she liked a hero, Ranbir Kapoor, most dashing hero at the time.
I was wondering, lost in my own thought, suddenly I had tap on my shoulder. “Hi”…came a deep and husky voice, which seem got directly deep down to my heart. I heart sunk in his voice, recalling his present beside I shyly replied ‘hi’. The music changed over the television set every few minutes. And air in the room was getting hotter, while was it just feeling or it was in reality, I couldn’t really make it out. We sat facing opposite to each other; I could slightly see his dark brown eyes searching around the room. Probably he was expecting somebody and in waiting his seek to company me till his partner returns up for him. Yes I knew that and felt it. He ordered same chocolate cream coffee for him and also for me. Now I was really not understanding him, why did he ordered for me too but I reason out saying well Bhutanese belief sharing is loving and are more courtesy and kind hearten. His hair were brown like his eyes and was dressed in the latest fashion trend, black jeans and white pullover, over which it was written I am “I am Possible” looked perfectly good on him in shot he had tried to cover his body as much as he could, I guess or he be he had felt the winter very severely.. Clock strict seven and I was supposed to make my way to home now. I slowly cleared my voice, hue hue…after few second he was turned his face towards me. ‘Time to go home, thanks for the coffee’ I said looking at his eyes and I felt our eyes met once again, though I tried hard not to make it happen. I made my way towards the out way.
And as I walk towards the door I was at least expecting the word “thanks or bye” but none came and I felt, my heart was sinking away in pain.
After the chilly night which nearly left me freeze came the morning full of warm and brightness. Well day was as usually blab la…but that evening as I entered the coffee shop, I eyes located the person and heart felt the presence of person, who even did say bye to me last night. I sat at the table in the next to the window, why had I suddenly felt I needed some fresh air to breadth. Well he was there waiting for me, it was kind of love in first sight, well I never belief such things did happen but how as I am entrap in it, I know people we true to say ´to fall in love is blessing’.

( my friend who met her husband which she still describe like filmy meet and which when she share brings smile over her red cheek with dimple shinning aside her pick lips, share me this story over my meeting in attending workshop, and she is celebrating her 1st anniversary in week to come)

Monday, June 18, 2012


* To dare through my last examination
* Awake from nightmare, realize it was just a dream and lay I head back to warm

pillion with smile.
* To get a call saying class is called off, when I would be cursing my class at 8.30

am and raining lashing upon my window glass
* To see an old friends again and to find things are not changed yet, we are still

best friends
*Try to hold my newly born nephew figure and get lost in his first smile
*Waiting for the call or message from your loved one when your alone and would be

missing them
*Ride on the High Way after the rain and perfume the earth fresh, purified from man’s

*Speak to the special one over the phone while standing in front of the mirror
*Try hard to count the star, lying beneath the sliver sky
*Get that hug from my Mom when I reach home after long time
*To fall in love, with the things that I always love to do and dream

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

Now how much is too much for one…?

I start blogging a year back and I should say all bit proudly that I did celebrate my anniversary a couple of month ago. But for that I need to sincerely thanks many people, few for bringing me across such a wonderful people who encouraged me to write and blog till I came up with one and for other to keep me alive till the date. But recently I have been completely away from this world, I received many mail, comment regarding my blogging. Though, few but my friends and senior blogger still wanted to read my blogs. Every time they ask me to come up with one I said them I am busy, not getting time to write but recently over my conversion with one of my blogger friends I realized when had I last post, I visit my blog after long time, and as I check my blog, I was surprised to learn NOVEMBER, oie that is quit long time back now. That evening as I sat in front my laptop , I opened my folder named write-ups, I found many un finished articles running few lines and later lost, as I scroll down I wonder had I wanted to write than and what kept me away from finishing it up. Well I wanted to write and even gave a try but I was not able to do so, Over my writing I wanted to share my happiness, my pain, my difficulties but poor me I was sailing away from my passion of writing world though I still read but not my old friction novels but thick text book, with whole facts and figures. But now I want to write I can’t left to go in air, I couldn’t disappoint people who belief I would write though not very good hehhehehe…and no matter what keep me awake till mid night I will find time for my blog. And above all I don’t want to make this silly excuse, “I don’t have time or I am busy” nothing is too much for one it s just how you take in the things, it all you who matter for you and how you cherish what matter to you the Most. But for today this much, I am hearing the bell that caretaker just rang, so “class time”…

Saturday, November 19, 2011


I WANDERED lonely as a cloud
Through the far off hills
Search was incomplete, my eyes
Went wet hundred a time
World was not at peace with me
But I never give up.

A man at trounce
Does not makes differences
To million in the game
That the way of world
Which neither you, Nor I can change
But never give up.

Make your dreams rigid
you will find your conduit through
the bend and folds of life
Revulsion, fright will tear you down
just keep your head held high
and never give up.

If you find yourself losing the game
Look around
I stand as you
Beings overwhelmed and enervate
Too tried to wake up
but I never give up.

I wanted magic, not the reality of life
But wish all my wish was my only
It devour me all the way
Now I take refuge on the land of your
I know I will be safe at your harbor
And I will be triumphant
In the world a day in prospect
For promise I will never give up
For I have conviction in my dreams
And I never give uP
I don’t want reality, I want magic…

Saturday, November 12, 2011

An unexpected friend call you in surprise...
You cut your hand in trying to make your mom favorite dies
Walk at mid night through the silent road
To wish ur fren, birthday
Sings a song...all way back from picnic
Shout as hard as you can
Cheering you team in muddy football filed

Smiles, out of fear when you buck the lecture and learn
There was no attendance
Work hard to make the perfect surprise
Party for your favorite teacher on teacher’s day
You burn your cake but still she eat with content heart

…yet to more....
( picture Google)

Friday, November 11, 2011

###Have you ever feared to the death…that you thoughts its end of everything about you…### this story is about four best friends, in their first year of hostel life...

I was first going away from my home and parents. After completing my primary education we were placed to one of most remote gewogs in our dzongkha, (Samdrup Jongkhar) that time I cruse, thinking why they should build the Junior High School to that remote part, well I now understand equal development. One day walk from the road point was never like eating the piece of cake. And for me things were really get worse as it was my first time to be away from my home and parents.
What so ever I had no other choice rather than join the school along with other mates.
It was evening of early spring, weather was considerable cool. Tried from social work in Saturday afternoon, and I tell you social work was not like weeding flower garden, which I am very sure if one was in High School, one would pass time by playing with one stick and gossip when your teachers is away, but here it was carrying firewood from the valley down by river bank, and thanks God, we at least need not had to chop the wood. Well that never used to be an easy task for me and each time we had that social work I used to cruise like hell. And things were made extremely worse when in lunch we were served with ahsham porridges (maize) well eastern Bhutan is most famous for it. In fact unlike in south and west, maize is their chief food. But still in front of teacher, who used to come around on so called teacher’s duty we used to smirk helplessly.
In one such afternoon, tried and exhausted as sun begun to hide itself behind the thick clouds and far off valley which enclose my school. Enlarging itself gradually rise the silver circle over the blue sky. After dinner we laid in our respectively bad…gossiping and galling over the unsatisfied dinner we had, which kept our stomach half full. But what could authority and poor villagers do also, as summer comes over all the path becomes between the Minjoong and Daifam (which is Dungkha and a road point) gets badly damage, making travel risky at the time. So we had to adjust with the porridge many a times.
Okay coming back to the point, we wait for hours but none of us could go to sleep. And you can well understand how can a child of class seven go to sleep half stomach that also in times when night hold longer than night. Suddenly Phuntsho, who was most jolly among we friends pointed the silver moon, shining beautifully over the valley of Minjoong, as if it could fill our stomach full.amd another at the next bed shout, “let’s go outside”, it was Dechen, naughtiest in the group. For her adventure was enough to live her way of life. And at her one comment, we would find our self climbing the hills in the nearby village to either steal maize or orange. At once we found our self dangling our tired leg over the half fenced veranda. As the school was new at the time hostel rules were not much strict, thanks to that. We resume our half left gossip. Family, movies and home were top gossip topics for us and sometime boys of section ‘B’. Over whom our shy and beautiful Choeki was crazy. Tall, dark and handsome was tag she would mark boys of school. And if few lucky meets her criteria than that would be the beginning of most romantic love story.

Moon had grown `more beautifully and we could see few lights on in boy’s hostel across the fence. We finish blow full of zahu and few packet of uncle chips famous at the time and school time biscuit, which was only one kind of biscuit nearby shop sold. Opps! I hate that biscuit. And the point, Choeki pointed out the dream she had dreamt last night. She narrated us her dream but none us really could make out what exactly her dreams meant. So we decided to visit out friend in next hostel. We walked as lightly as those chilly breeze, we were out of hostel in odd hour if beings caught I would die seriously. As we reached to her bed she was not there, confused and afraid, we asked the girl next to her, she replied, she is in bathroom. We walk to bath room form way back and saw her bathing, singing softly. Yes she was defiantly enjoying the bath or who could bath at the midnight. I would never, I knew that. “Guys let’s throw the pebbles at her” Dechen told us and I heroically spoke to her in male voice. ‘oie …Pema’ and that was enough to make her live one second of most scary moment. And all I could remember in next 12 hour is her scream; it was creepier than the scream in horror movies. She left the bathroom at the speed of light and like the night during the bad weather she yelled as loud as the thundered that night.
Next we found our self lying on the bed as helpless as the person in coma. And even in temperature when one could die due to cold, we were quivering not due to cold but due to fear. Our eyes were shut; we had covered our self with as much we could. But the worst thing was that, we could still hear, and knew well what exactly was going outside. In next few minutes, al the student in campus was awake. I know some must have cursed us to the hell, for it was mid night and most of they were in deep slumber. But what we had in that remote valleys to keep us awake till midnight, unlike us stupid friends to discuses over the stupid dreams. Which was either true or could benefit us at the least. Television, computers were like far away dreams for us. So nearly with dawn we used to find us losing in the depth of dreams and cozy bed.
Bad, very bad, my god , god please save us…etc …etc, I would hear Cheoki praying under her bedspread, in fact cursing the stupid plans of dreams and visiting the friend in next hostel. Captains were called over; for worst part was that our so called matron thought that it was one of boy. ‘Poor boys, why it’s always boys, can’t girls tease her girl friend, well rudely not at the midnight that also when one is bathing’ I thought to myself but never spoke out for it would be like adding fuel to the fire. And that was worst fear. Poor boys, but we could not say that it was not boys, the fear to face matron and bear her scolding that would come as pot and pans, never made us bold enough to step ahead. That night even torch light scared us, even a light knock at the door melt us. The night was full of night mares, fear of beings caught, or even being suspended and all humiliation.

Tik, tik, the second and hour arms of the clock seemed was testing our patience; it was slower than the snail, well our heart was throbbing out as hard as it could. Atmosphere inside our room was like night in the cremation ground in the night of full moon day. All nab and woozy laid on bed watching time to pass fast, 1 am, 2 am, 3am, and 4 am, gradually situation was coming under control outside the hostel. Teachers disappointed on beings not able to find the culprit, returned to their quarters. But we still had had a fear, for beings caught.
We waited for next morning more early than a bride would wait for her groom on her wedding day. Finally it was morning, beautiful spring day, with bright sun and blue clouds on the wing over us, stood before us a day.
We walk to the mess for again same porridges. And I knew the last night incident would have filled the air and I was not wrong too, as we approach the doorstep of mess. First words I heard was my school captain girls grumbling, “zi gikalo, ebi chowa gisa za sho” saying so she walked ahead of us. ‘Oops! Sorry boys’ I felt I should apologies them. We wobble around, looked through the lines towards each other, our lips were sealed, no words. But that day it was like we have taken holiday from talking and has given whole floor for our fellow mates to speak, talk or gossip. “Bla, bla, bla…” air was filled with serious and revengeful atmosphere.
I spotted Pema in the corner silent and sad. “Was the incident that scandalous” that she thought she would surely be raped and is so silent out of nowhere, ‘no’ I told to myself silently.
We receive our share, but one cloud still eat, were we also in shock like Pema, or was it because we had eaten bit more of stupid ‘School Time’ Biscuit. Dechen, sign and we knew she had some interesting news, we gather and with much relief she disclosed the news to us. “‘Wow’ Pema…Pema, she said, she has mistaken herself and on seeing some shadow, she had screamed”. ‘Really’ deep inside me I wanted to kiss her and give her hug but I control myself.
We run to our room, and really wanted to celebrate our escape. We got back our lost smiles and fun life. All thanks to Miss Pema. The sky looked more beautiful and clear, may be because the heavy load, which we had been carrying over our head and heart from last 7 hour was cleared.
Even the longest day if the year passed at the wink of eyes and everything looked perfectly okay. That night as we lay on our bed we promise never to repeat to same mistake. But I was still thinking, why did Pema solved the case at the end putting all the blame over her?, I wanted to ask her but never I dare to ask her, now you can say whether it was my cowardice and selfishness, I leave it to you. But I promise to myself I will never try to hurt her hence and never ever try to change my voice like male, which was sounding not so sweet also. Assembling all sweet and bitter thought of day I whisper , ‘thank God’ and got lost in the mesmerized night and my tiny world, which is made up of my little dreams and happiness…

Monday, November 7, 2011

ending...'life a full circle..."

A man comes with the cry,

And grows up to a person,

Like the rising sun from the east,

and marking its way to touch the horizon in the west.

He walks, a line chalked by the God

like the sun following its orbit

Uncertain of what comes next,

He goes on living every season of life.

He trods all day and night

With the beaitiful dreams in his eyes

He dances with the music of the star

And laugh in the night of moon.

He over comes every hurdles of

Life with a smile and

Celebrates every success

With word "thanks" to God.

He lives every color of life

To his best part,

And sings all songs of life

From his heart.

But when day falls apart

And life goes away

he closes his eyes

With beautiful part of life.

He smile through the tears

And wishper unheard to man

Just for the almighty above

And than many says...

That ...that

That his end in the

Dark night...