….the morning that should be…Blessed Rainy Day is back..

23^rd September 2010, the Blessed Rainy Day that transcends every section of Bhutanese Society is back again. Greetings to all of my fellow citizens.  Wish you a wonderful Thrue Baab.

Here in Hyderabad, nostalgic self made a point to wake up early. I went out of the room heaving-in the fresh morning air to check if the bucket I left at the Courtyard the other night had collected  blessed rain water to rinse my body so that the external dirt is cleansed, whisk away the misfortunes, troubles, worries and at the extreme, purify the sins I have committed by the blessed drops of rain I have harvested in the Bucket.  

I was confident with the mindset that blessed rain not only rains in Bhutan but the entire world on this auspicious day. I was never deprived of this. I saw inky clouds have thickened the air. It was unusually cloudy outside teasing the bucket I had left wide open with occasional kiss of showers. It made my day; indeed a Blessed Rainy Day. I took shower chanting ‘thrue…thrue…thrue…thrueee…’ the legacy my parents ordained me to adhere. I closed my eyes and wished….I wish I were at home to share the festivity of this joyous day!

The very morning was marked just the way it should have been. We endeavored to entwine-in totally ‘Bhutanese’ in everything that was in our menu. A mouth-wateringly delicious pork ‘Thukpa’ was prepared by Namgay Om and Chencho Om who graciously sacrificed their sleeps to have it ready on time. It was totally Bhutanese in taste. The aroma of the ‘Thukpa’ wafting in the air around was mischievously hard for everyone’s nose to shunt away with.  Every one felt an urge to surge it down the throat. Everybody hummed…“it’s yummy”..having gorged in the much awaited Bhutanese cuisines. ‘Dresi’ was the other thing in our menu. Energetic and enthusiast manager of ours, Tshering Dorji, churned ‘Suja’ for almost half of the hour. A sip of it was refreshing, rejuvenating and absolutely ‘homecoming’ for it reminded our homes. ‘Dzaw’ and ‘Sip’ were the other items that were in our Menu. I salute everyone for initiating and materializing the bit of our plan successfully.

 We marked the day as it ought to have been. As a Bhutanese, wherever we are, we embrace the occasions we celebrate back home; we stay attuned to the whole gamut of our traditions and keep our national flag ‘fluttering high’ through the rhythm of breathe we inhale and exhale.

Had it been holiday, we could have resorted to ‘Khuru’, which unfortunately was not. After Thukpa session in the early hours of the day, we waded off to our respective classes.

Tashi Deleck 

Good things come at huge cost

   

I remember Isaac Newton’s third law of motion “for every action there is an equal and opposite re-action.” Drawing an analogy from it, there is a collateral damage in every action we ensue, or rather has always been! Good things don’t come for free. It comes for a cause with cost.  The other night I bumped into facebook status of one of my friends. It read “knowledge doesn’t come for free”. He must have hinted the pecuniary burdens on this privatized education system that has adversely sidelined the economically weak ‘aspiring lots’ to have an easy access to education, just the way like any other thick-pocked lots.

It could be a common man’s reasonable view that when one is having a particular goal set to achieve, come what may, one doesn’t care what comes on his way. The goal comes at a collateral damage, however. In economic parlance, ‘opportunity cost’ can be dovetailed in here. The next best alternatives have to be given up to have the best on our court.

While good thing has happened to me lately, I had no choice but to forgo and forfeit some of the beautiful persons in this world. You guys never faltered as the one you are which I adored the most.

 I made an option not to prolong the revelation for I count that earlier I reveal the facts lesser you guys would be hurt. If you guys are reading this piece, I wouldn’t wonder for having you found me mean for I left you people in pursuit of my happiness and the best for me….and as the truth unfurls, I got to admit I had been mean.

I left not because I found you ‘guys’ not the best, you were the best, but I was just not worth you guys and the world you guys live in. May be I made a better option for it definitely forestalled our ‘otherwise would have been disastrous’ future. Life can be lived once only for it cannot be remapped and thus the way we approach it ought not to be mistaken.

Ultimately, everything boils down the point that good things come at cost. It gets painful at times though and so I am. Hope time heals everything…fingers crossed..

I am sorry, people

When the given thing doesn’t get submerged, one is compelled to negotiate other alternatives. I was making a point to attend International Trade law class until I found it too monotonously toned and intricately woven by the fibers of legal jargons and issues I found way difficult to comprehend. The weather outside was cloudy and raining mildly, but in an incessant fashion that propelled me to reminisce the life I had sailed thus far. Deep down me I started visiting my past.

Things I did as a younger-self started flashing by, pondering of which some of them made me remorse. Nonetheless, most of the memories, for sure, cater a smiley curve on my otherwise grim face.

However, I find it devastating remembering the fact I had captained during my school days.  This was the memory I wriggled against while I was in the class. I am sure I have faltered as a captain. I might have ended up hurting some of you while adjudicating the duties I was obliged to shoulder on.

I deeply remorse for all the mean things I might have said, I am sorry for all the things I did or didn’t do what I ought or ought not to have done as a Captain. I apologize for having made you all feel bad.  I can only wish you guys could understand I was ordered and commanded to do the things I have done.

Apology is offered not because I did all wrong deeds that jeopardized your well beings but because I think I ‘might’ have had inadvertently ended up hurting you all for the fact being I captained you’ll. I am truly sorry.

Beyond Family: Angels in Human Form

I heard someone saying outsiders are way helpful, kinder than one's own relatives. No wonder, I wondered how it could be believable, believe worthy! Change in what one has believed happens for a reason. I have to admit I didn’t believe in someone saying that.

The truth is that now I believe in what I have heard ‘someone’ casually saying. There is truth in it, wisdom in it, well thought-out truly truth-laden words they are! I got immense of ‘helps’ from people I barely know. May be they are too divine to have sensed the difficulties I was wrestling against. I met them online around couple of years ago but I didn’t anticipate our relation will be bloomed up to this degree.

I did ask my siblings for help to no avail. Yes, the world has better people to offer. Two important ladies of mine have just drawn the curtains on the stage of financial drought. This has indeed given a confidence to believe in what I actually heard someone saying. It is true, I realized it is. At times, outsiders are way nicer than one’s closed ones. Thank you the two saviors of mine! Your meritorious aid will always be engraved in my heart with a wish to help you guys back one fine day. Salute!!!