The lectures I am not attentive

I fathom a lot. It crucially happens the moment the lectures start, drawing myself to absolutely unique and different world. It’s peculiar I don’t grasp what professors have to say.
I voyage back to abyss of my past and there, I find lost lamenting the way I grew up.
My friends screech the iron chairs adjusting their posture in a way that comforts their attention to the professors. That boomerangs me back to my actual world. “Guilt must be proved beyond reasonable doubt”, was one important point I could hear my Criminal Law Professor speaking. Ohh! That indeed makes sense! I thought.

Professor’s articulate voice, once again, started receding like sound of ebbing waves and I found myself helplessly drowning to the mysterious and opaque future-fathoming so many stuffs that would significantly have bearing on my life…..Bell rings signaling the end of class.
Shit! I am being stupid; I could learn nothing. Never mind…next class and the day dream continues

Earthquake!!!

Earthquake wrecked my Country. It plagued hard the eastern part of Bhutan claiming lives and properties. The irony is, it just happened on the eve of the most celebrated Blessed Rainy Day shattering everyone’s dream and joy down the drain. It dwindled and doomed the charm of the day.

Nothing much can be done than accepting the wrath of nature. My prayers and wishes are with those unfortunates who were victimized. May their soul rest in peace. I am deeply saddened for my fellow citizens had to go that way! You people will be missed, remembered and I will always mourn your absence from our country.
May such thing never happen in Future.

Thruue Baab: The Blessed Rainy Day

A year older! ‘Thruue’ has come again for the Bhutanese Community with much experience. The cabinet resurrected the National Holiday. Kudos!

22nd September, 2009, will be the day with difference. Loved ones will be missed. Being away from home bitterly sabotages the sense of festivity. Nonetheless, I will take ceremonious bath to clean and rinse the dirt and guilt embedded within my conscience.

Celebrating the day, kicking off with the traditional ‘mom-made’ porridge and ‘suja’ early in the very dawning of the day, sitting in circular facing one another along with my parents and siblings on a tableless-chairless shingled flat will deadly be missed. Those ‘Thruue Baabs’ we played ‘Khuru’, Archary, etc, will be remembered.

However, all Bhutanese in Hyderabad made it a point to gather together and mark the day. ‘Thruue’ is never forgotten. The only difference we anticipate is Buffet dinner for home-made dishes; football for traditional games.

A very happy Blessed Rainy Day. Make sure the moment the sun is beyond the horizon, you are able to wonder you enjoyed the day ‘a lot’. My wishes are with you Guys. Enjoy and rejuvenate yourself for the ‘losar’ season which just started beaconing around us.

HAPPY BLESSED RAINY DAY!