Thursday, September 29, 2011

In between the dreams

What makes one alive is
His never dying dream
Which he holds close and dearly to her heart
No matter how hard his life treats him
He smiles, celebrates and lives on and on
As he still finds his dream alive in his thoughts
But now I doubt, on my own dreams…
Which always has been?
My reason to smiles and dreams beautifully
Alas! My dreams…
Which to me seem dying away in far horizon?
Flying miles away from me
Worry kills me
If I don’t hold onto it now
I will not be able to catch on it later
For tomorrow may be late foe me to live out
What I cherish now
For I want to live it now and always
Or I never had right to dream one
As I now fall the preys to the society
Or my own fate
Fate …
I said …are all written by one self
Its always pay you the
Price you seek out with heart filled with
Honesty, hard work and committed
But seem I had, lived my life
Over my false theory
Alas! …

Sunday, September 4, 2011

An account of most beautiful chapter in my life… “Hearty heart “

Many a times in life we tend to forgot what actual we wanted in life, what we had dreams of when we were of the age three. But things change different as one grows up. In the same way my mind was confused and heart in pain when I reach Thimphu after complication of my degree from Kanglung. Honestly when I qualified for the College in the year 2008, my parents first advice was I should have my percentage in 80s and 70s and to some extend I had made my self believe that I should not fail my self before my parents. But never knew the world that awaits me then had some many things for me, my world then was not just bounded in- between the four walls of my room or with in the books I would borrow from the library but indeed it was bigger then I thought it would be.
And now I am away from it, I am not holding on with high percentage but account of most beautiful chapter of my life…
When we think of College life, what stuck the student at first is fun, romances, least time for studies and no fear of teachers like we have in school days. And our illusion is further rooted with more colors as we are dam crazy followers of bolloywod movies. Dancing, bucking of class, to think one above all, no rules for you there. But when I join the College I was never influences by that charms, I knew my world would be simple, and lonely. But I was wrong there. Even I had some many things to do, discover, and to explore.
To some extend I have discover my self, have know my self better now than then. What hurts me, and what gives me happiness. I have learned to live life with both smile and tears. I have experiences the moment of life that I would never again would experience. I have known how it feels when you find one morning that your friend whom you had loved and cared most turns out to be Stanger. Those things really hurt, and I am glad that I have overcome it. Here I like to say that it true when we say friends are the mot important part of our life, no matter where ever we live or whatever we do. They determine our action, our mood and also the how we think. But doesn’t mean that one should be friend with only someone who is simple or else anybody can and be our friends. There should never be this line which distinguishes man from man and heart form heart. Anybody can be your best friend, a true friend. But only few lucky one are there who are actually blessed with this magic. And in search of this magic to happen in my life, I was actually learning about myself and about the life outside. And this mark as the way of how I discover my weakness and my integrity.
Hold on guys…!!! Now you might be thinking that my life then must be very boring but it was not exactly. I also have memories that I would never forget in my life and of course it was incomplete without my friends there. Have you ever gone for the class walk? No right… but my crazy mates, we went for class walk, walking all most ten kilometers and as darkness envelopes the fading light of the day, one would shout, “I am hunger” then as like decided we would get into a hut nearby and ask the owner to cook the magi for us. And surprisingly the magi cooked as plain as it would be, and latter fishing for few chilies added was tastier than one now I eat in well flourished restaurant. I still have that taste of that magi. And followed by lots of songs and in fact it was indeed shouting at the top one ones voice. But it was all the fun.

Well like many boys in College who are big fan of football, so were my class mates. They were not less then any one in the college and in fact more. It was not that all were complains but that love for the game brought them all together at the time. And we girls had no other way rather than shout for them and at the end return home hearten broken when they lost the game “better luck next time” would be all we could say at the time. But as life is full of surprise and magic can happen any time, so did it happen in the summer of 2010, surprisingly our mates reached the final and even won the magic. At the time I knew the charm of success so closely through the eyes of my mates. And followed by the picnic and than lots of ahsham juices, hahhaha!!!!! Well than few of us who would love to stay away from the circle of party with juice, would had great time, watching them grow wild, or be the different person that they were never before or laugh like they had never laughed before or cry like a child who is away from his/her mother. Or next time one would shout oie “switch off” bhaga mey dari … those cods were used by my friends and still we use it.
Along the fun, what most we enjoy was social work. Following the foot steps of our Lama Wangdi., we would reach any place which need our help, be it just the white wash of chortens that circle the monastery in the heart of kanglung or be it carrying the bricks and climbing the uphill in the construction of drastsang at the top of hill. I still remember Lama Wangdi cheating on me when he would add more bricks over my back. And would return home with content heart and smile over the face.
And through all those times I have lived I have collected enough I am going back home as a different person now. I have learn all that is needed to make a person responsible, honest, hardworking and in the whole a good human in the heart. Well now I know what it meant when I first reached College and my teachers saying “you all are now caterpillar but when you will going away form here you will be going as the butterflies” I laughed saying butterflies but now I know what it meant.
But what is most important to me was my friends, who were my family for whole three tears who were there for me each time I was in need of them…they were most wonderful people I have ever met in my life or will ever meet…

Life is what we dream of

The human heart has hidden

Teasure, in secret kept,

In silences sealed ; the thoghts,

The hopes, the dreams, the pleasure

Whose charms were broken if


Many a times in our life we come acros the situation, when we want somethings so desparatly but we are not able to get one. we leave it, in its own way...calling it will of destiny or game of fate. what so ever we leave

Than one day we relise that...had we taken little effort to make it happen than we could had have it...and than we regret all our life. But now why do we do so...its beacuse of fear that we will lose it or we realy do not deserve it...

i set to seach answer for those question may be i am too late but atleast i will be in peace that i did try onces...

or which answer i had left unread time ago...though my eyes were full of dreams but non i had actual. I heart is full of dream, long way to change the dream into reality...

Thursday, September 1, 2011

kanglung Reading Club... way towards reading society

I hate Saturday afternoon, it used be most boring afternoon, until the day I heard of Kanglung Reading Club. Well I love reading book so I thought to visit the place. In open ground, under warmth of sun , were sitting around 60 to 70 kids, reading some of my favorites childhood story or fairy tales book.
' amazing" I whisper a second a lady came near to me and asked are you voluntary for this club...I don't what to say I just nodded my head...excellent than please join me...I followed her till her offices where she handed over me few such books.
Still wondering what to do, she told me ...'go to ground pick any kid and help them read...I walk ahead still exactly not knowing what to do...
I walk toward a little kid and sit near him, handed over him a book. And as soon as he saw the books he was smiling...'jang ga story gi wa la (this is my favorite story book, in the local tongue) ...Alice in wonder land' I heard him saying...
...thus this mark as the beginning of another important chapter of my life...
Honestly many of Bhutanese children don't prefer to read until and unless they are made to read one. And same with me also until I was gifted a story book probably a fairy tales, when I was in 5th grade by my English teacher who was leaving to his country India. (Bala Krishnan). Now I hardly remember how he looked like but when ever I flip through the pages of the book I read his name written over the first page of the book...and a small note saying " read until you are tried of reading" but I read it only once and then I was too old to read fairy tales...ha-ha
When we join college we all have lots of dream, like I will that, or this...we will mark the list of achievements...but only few lucky are there who actually relies their dreams too. I account among many such one who dream a lots but fail to accomplish them...
I was completing my stay in Sherubtse...I hardly had 2 more semester to stay there and had not actually done anything...worth. Them when I reached to 5th semester ...I heard my English teacher saying, they need a voluntary to help them in the Reading Club…I thought this was opportunity I was seeking I voluntary to read and help them. It was organized every Saturday afternoon, and as I used to be free most of the time, I decided to join them.

So I will briefly tell about this club, it is the club unlike any other serving club in the Sherubtse college base on voluntarism. The club was started mainly to encourage, teach and help the kids of the kanglung locality and nearby villages and in particular to read English, improve their reading skill and promote their reading habits. We get the books (all children’s) from private donor from London (Linda Willacy) stand at the top to donate us with many books in recent time. As of now we have among 100 registered children visiting the club and among 200 college student helping to read the children. And with each successive session the number of children attending the club increase and some time it even reached to hundred fifty and plus. While at a time we used to face problem as we don’t used to have enough voluntary to help our kids to read but it was not the big deal in front of our children keen interest to read.
And what I personally felt during all the stay with those children, is that provided the opportunity and platform to help them and provided them with the material our kinds are also equally interested to read and write like any other western and kids. In this regard one particular incident I like to share …one was raining heavily all morning and afternoon and I know that voluntary won’t turn up the club today and I was also feeling bored even to walk down the centre, but as I used to coordinate I had no the choice other than to sacrifice my heavy sleep and go to the club. As I approach the door to my surprise children were waiting for me all drown in the rain, wet head and cloth. At once I scold them, saying they should have gone home directly rather than wait to read. I help them dry them self a bit and made them all sited comfortable in the room. Gave them read any book they wish to read and they read without any complain for next one hour. As I watch them reading, I was feeling guilty of scolding them, though back home their parent were would be equally worried as I was on seeing them early. After the session was over I asked them not to come for reading in bad weather. Thank that rain had stop by than.
In the time many such incidents happen, that made me belief how interested were those kids to read. And in particularly those in the distant villages, who had to walk miles to reach their home and every Saturday they were to come the college centre even before the time and sometime even before my classes used to be over. And some day my friends used to tease me telling “my students are waiting for me”….
But it’s also true that some kids exactly don’t like reading they were forced by their parents, at a time I have chase them and make them read. But the fruits of ones hard work is always rewarded so did my…that same child was most regular in time to come.

In the course we not only used to help them read but also teach then stay clean, in the course 280 day I have developed an special bound with them, their enthusiastic to learn made me their great fan…
Like those kids in the valley of Kanglung, their would be many other children in other remotes part of country, waiting for such an opportunities. Unlike the urban centre in Thimphu, Phuntsholing and other places children in those semi-urban places don’t have such opportunities.
And at the end of the day, I am glad I did bring little changes to their life…and I am happy for that…