Sunday, December 15, 2013

The Time

Tick-tick –tick…continues the journey of the clock,
So is mine with the unnoticed ‘tick-tick-tick…’
Sometimes lagging, sometimes leading,
Yet never ever stopping.

With the  never failing sound of tick-tick-tick,
The past is readily slipping,
The present is excitedly hugging,
And the future is patiently waiting.

The usual sound tick-tick-tick,
Yet with the varieties of moment in it,
Sometimes with the pool of agony in it,
And sometimes with  bundle of ecstasy in it.

Tick-tick –tick…continues the journey of the clock,
So is mine with the unnoticed ‘tick-tick-tick…’
Sometimes lagging, sometimes leading,
Yet never ever stopping.


Wednesday, November 27, 2013

Short Story from My Life

“I love this place so much. I want to spend my remaining days of life in this beautiful place after retirement.” I declared to Memey gasping the beauty of Pharah.

“Why not now?” he asked.

“I have many things to do before retiring at this beautiful place, though I would love to but I can’t.” I teased grandpa.

“Moreover, I don’t have sons and daughters who promised to send a monthly ration and I don’t even have a granddaughter who would visit during vacation to spend with me; listening to my tales, washing my clothes, sharing the crazy jokes, cracking the hand instead of the walnut.” I listed the reasons pretending to sympathize myself.

He smiled with the distinct wrinkles and slowly he spoke “Tshering, remember one thing, you don’t have to wait to get old to practice Dharma. Neither 3 years old boy is too early to start nor 89 years old man is too late to practice Dharma.”

He continued “The earlier you start the better for you. You see, an old man like me can’t even prostrate properly due to back pain.” He laughed rubbing his back with left hand.

“Is it still paining there?” I asked with the concern.

“Ahh! It is ok. ” he shrugged off saying that it is part of life.
He continued ”Chant Baza Guru whenever you can. You won’t kill it by crumbling if you chant while sleeping. It won’t die getting under your feet if chant while walking.”

“Life is uncertain. You are saying that you will live here after retirement. But have you ever questioned yourself that exactly when will be your retirement time? Do you mean literally after service retirement or retirement from the attachment of the materialistic world? Are you certain that you will live long enough to see your grandchildren? “

With the rapid fire of questions, I was dumbstruck yet admiring the wisest and the real hero of my life. The person with the profound knowledge of life than any book could teach. The person who has opted to isolate himself from the domestic life and detached himself from the materialistic world for almost 8 years now. He wisely chose to spend the rest of his life on this serene place along with other elderly people from different villages. Pharah as I would describe as the epitome of peace and serene beauty with the wisest people living in it. 

Wednesday, October 30, 2013

"I want to be a Daddy"

Eww… I had always despised the sickening odors which contribute in an increment of the nausea feeling. The strong smell of the medicine everywhere, yuck… I hate it. If given a chance I would never visit the hospital, ‘watch out your tongue, never say never.’ I warned myself. With the approaching semester exam, I couldn’t dare risking my health and to escape from a friend’s constant scolding, I visited.

‘phhhhhh..’I sighed looking at the long queue of patients in front of the reception counter.  I scan the room; few older people were watching BSS on the TV which was oddly kept on the maxim height opposite to the entrance door, women were chatting at the end of the left bench, some were nursing their patients, people in white apron were rushing in different directions, group of students in uniform were sharing how boring geography class was, I chuckled remembering how I used to doze off in geography class sitting in the first bench. Everything is fun with the friends. Wish I had asked Karma to accompany me, but all are busy studying, I reminded myself.

I didn’t have better things to do, so I playfully started counting the people ahead of me 24, 25… when I saw a cute boy of three or four running merrily. Probably mother at the far end (looked very sick) was asking Jigme to return; the mischievous yet innocent was a cute Jigme. I usually find hard to keep my hand off the children, some parents approved the attention their child gets from the stranger but some are possessive enough to glare at the uninvited affection. The innocence and cuteness of the children are hard to resist.

I lengthen my hand and signal him to come near, seem hesitant at first but eventually he came. I smiled and asked “Jigme, what is your name?” “Jigme” he replied in a sing song manner. He seems engrossed with the red car in his hand.  I took an Oreo from my bag and I showed him in an attempt to bribe his attention. It worked! He smiled and stretched his hand to take it, but I refused to give. I bargained him to come and sit on my lap, he did.

He started eating the cookie while I observed him; he has a tiny dark mole on the upper lip which is believed that he will be well conversant, thick eye lashes and captivating eyes.  We conversed in his sing song manner. We talked, played and talked.

I asked “What do you want to become when you grow up?” He replied “I want to be a daddy.” I grinned remembering the lines from Facebook “Father is a son’s first superhero and daughter’s first love.”  So true. “Why so?” I asked again.

“I want to be like a daddy because I want to beat mother.” he replied sweetly in an innocent manner. I was too stunned by his answer; maybe I heard him wrong.

“Jigme, come” I heard his mother calling. Obediently without even turning back, he made his way to the reception counter where his mother was.







Sunday, October 20, 2013

The Voyage of a Sailor

A novice sailor on a lone boat,
Eagerly began the voyage of the life.
With a compass and hope in the hand,
Proceeded in the shore of destiny.

Beautifully floating in the midst blue sea,
Confidently rowing the oars with the speedy speed.
Failing to read the hurricane of youthfulness,
Shaking the boat by the turbulence of juvenile.

Turned blind to the direction of the compass,
And teamed up with the wind of anguish.
Capsizing the boat with an attitude,
And drowning in the pool of depression.

Fighting for the oxygen within the sea,
Swallowing the salty water of the life.
At the verge of running out of breath,
But a hope persuades him to learn the swim of life,
Never letting him to give up.

Finally emerges from the sea with the wisdom.
Firmly determined to reach the offshore.
Prudently swimming across the sea,
And conquering the voyage at last.

Picture courtesy: Bing Images











Thursday, October 17, 2013

Beautiful Day :)

“It's a lie to think you're not good enough. It's a lie to think you're not worth anything.” 
― Nick Vujicic

“Have you ever felt trapped in circumstances, then discovered that the only trap was your own lack of vision, lack of courage, or failure to see that you had better options?” 
― Nick VujicicLife Without Limits


Good morning :) :) :)
Its a beautiful day and I feel like have been liberated from the unknown strings and web of the life. Positively looking forward to do something worthy and keep on trying. Good luck to myself :) :) :)


Sunday, October 13, 2013

Good Luck Mr.Tiger

‘I hear your heart beat to the beat out of the drum ………we are gonna die young….’ the phone continued disturbing my sleep and I check the identity of the caller in order to decide whether to discard or pick the call. It reads ‘Ama’, I pressed the green button, answered “Ong Ama” and closed my eyes. She wasn’t surprised to find me still sleeping though it was quarter past 8 (she knows my sleeping habit :p). Even though she didn’t say anything I explained that since its Sunday I have extended my sleep little longer and was planning to wake up. Then she told me that my grandfather is asking me to send TIGER. In half sleep I was registering and figuring what she was saying and I was wondering from where am I supposed to bring tiger, I heard the existence of zoo near Hashimara but I wasn’t sure whether there are tiger or not. Even if there are, isn’t illegal to bring and send it to Pemagatshel?  I was configuring hard while she continued explaining. Then only whole things came into the picture. She was asking me to send the Tiger toy.


Well the story doesn’t end here. Well I come from a remote village of Pemagatshel where most of the people are farmers. We don’t do commercial farming; we just do farming to sustain the needs. Most of the time, farmer loses their crops to wild animals such as wild boars, deer and mischievous monkeys. Unlike others we don’t do huge farming in a large plot. Irrespective of the size of the farming, the farmers need to guard the crops for 24x7. They can’t afford to leave it unattended, with the blink of eyes; their crops and hard work are mercilessly destroyed. It is tedious to attend the crop all the time and also farmers are not able to do other works. Houses with more number of family members have advantages in this case but in most of the cases there are only two or three members in a house as their children are either studying or are civil servant away from home.


I guess the animals have become wiser as the scarecrow fails to scare both the birds and animal. They must have known that it is a fake one. Nevertheless human being never stoops and give up so easily, so they came up with the new idea to guard their crop; they replaced the scarecrow with the huge tiger toy. And it is indeed working and the strategy is getting popular that is the reason why my mother called me. I don’t know whose idea it is but I must admit that it is a brilliant idea.


During vacation last summer, I heard people talking about incidences how monkey got scared with the tiger toy and ran away. Also they were laughing hilariously when one of the villagers shared how he chased the group of monkeys by faking the roar of the tiger which was visibly kept in the hut (made in order to guard the crops).


I hope and pray that animals don’t get wiser this time. Hope Mr.Tiger will safeguard the crops. Nevertheless I wish you a luck .


(: Mr.Tiger I bought from Jaigoan :)




Wednesday, October 9, 2013

"I Ain't Crying"



The thick wall of his lies hugged her pupil,
Blurring the vision of truthfulness.
Colorblind was her innocent eyes,
Saw only his manipulated color.


Cunningly he laid a net of deception,
Naively she fell into the designed trap.
She saw his fabricated rainbow,
Believing it to be real and beautiful.


Finally broken was heavily loaded wall of his lies,
So were her heart, shattering into infinite pieces.
With so many things to bear,
Flooded were her eyes with the liters of tears.


Willingly she let it flow, cleansing the every lie,
Flushing the every silly mistake,
Diluting the faith,
And eroding the trust forever.


As I sat watching her,
Respecting her for fighting this long,
Applauding her for never stooping and stopping.
She turned, smiled and choked “I ain’t crying.”


Sunday, September 22, 2013

Whisper of My Heart

Wingless heart in the left strangely flutters,
Sighing the whisper hard to decipher,
Melodiously humming the unknown song,
Letting the heart dance  in the rhythmic harmony.

Jeopardizing the systematic beating,
And mystifying the bizarre  feelings.
Within, creating a little commotion
With the nameless emotions.

Encouraging the zeal  for new found feeling.
Fully aware of the message of little cupid,
Yet tug back with fears of unknown.
Vulnerably and stubbornly,  a heart shields itself again.




Monday, September 16, 2013

Battling the Night

On 16/9/2013

With the creepy feeling and suffocating with heat, I woke up and check the time and it was 2:09am. To get a better access of the slow-motion fan of maximum turned speed, I planned to sleep on the floor with the assistance of the thin bed sheet. I was about to sleep when roommate said “Tshering, toilet jo gay.” We went and came back.

I was about to sleep on the floor when she suggested that I can sleep on her bed and she will sleep on my bed with my friend (by the way I had a friend who came for a sleepover). Liking the idea of not having to sleep on the merciless hard floor, I lay on her bed.

I closed my eyes and felt little unusual sleeping on the other’s bed but without caring I tried to get sleep. Sleep seems miles away and my mind started wandering all around and finally got stagnated on the movie I watched on Saturday (The Conjuring (2013) -latest horror movie.) The movie wasn’t that scary but realistic and relatable with the daily happenings.

I crossed my fingers and scolded myself to think something pleasant. At some extent I succeeded but again the images from the movie started popping out. I tossed left and right with the hope that I will be able to fall sleep with the change of direction. I was about to drift into the little subconscious state when I heard a loud bang on the door. I got alert with the shudder.

Mastering the every ounce of my courage (I believe there wasn’t much left), I woke up to inspect what is happening. I switch on the light and found that we haven’t latched the door (we because I don’t remember who came last after going to the toilet). I latched it and made my bed on the floor and slept near them (even two meter distance seem very far).

I laid on the floor, saw cupboard at the diagonal edge of the room triggering the scene from the ‘The Conjuring’ where the ghost jump from the cupboard and attacked the victim. I held my breath, closed my eyes and tried to divert my thoughts. To despair, hallucinated the shadows moving and heard the clear crack of the door and heard clear footsteps in the corridor (I knew someone was going to the toilet at that moment but…..)

I moved to my bedside and without trying to wake my friend I held her hand, being a light sleeper, she woke and asked “Hang awa ya?” (“What happened?”).  “Menang ophu mala, young kheyna. Gadang gae” (I am scared and I can’t sleep, give me your hand.) I answered. She dozed off after giving hand. I held it tight as if promising to never let it go.

Holding a hand definitely helped me but sleep was far away. It was useless, so I stopped fighting and let my mind wander in the desired direction. I don’t know how long I stayed like that (seemed pretty long), my friend Sonam waked and asked “Oma bu ma yeb chin mo?” and I said no.

I thought of calling mother but I discarded the idea as I wasn’t a child anymore. My thought shifted to the similar incident when I was in class 10, I couldn’t sleep that night. I pinched my little sister who was sleeping with me to make her wake up, she flinched but it was futile relying on her. I called “Ama, Ama…oh Ama” who was sleeping in the adjacent room. “Hang ya?” she answered, “Menang ophu mala.” I said. “Baza guru drang ne yebcho.” I chanted holy mantra and tried to get sleep for a while but it was hopeless. After some time, I again called mother and this time she came to my room and slept next to me. She asked what happened and I said I am not able to sleep as someone had died in the locality. She asked me to think something pleasant and try to get some sleep. She hugged me, I believe it was magic of mother’s love as I slept shortly after that.

I missed mother and wished she was here with me at that moment, with a sigh I pretended that she was here hugging me tight and asking me to sleep. Assuring me that she is always there for me, I knew morning wasn’t that far but finally I dozed off. Shortly after, I felt it was that not more than 10 minutes or more, I again the heard constant knock on the door.  Reluctantly I woke up and opened the door and saw my friend next door asking us to wake up. They woke up but I slept on my bed and my roommate said “Tshering wake up, we have morning assembly today.” To my rescue, my friend Sonam said “Let her sleep, she slept in the early morning only.”  Thanking her mentally I slept again.

At 7:00 am sharp I woke up and sighed “Thank God” It’s over, the longest night with the shortest sleep and promised ‘No More Horror Movies’.
  

Friday, September 13, 2013

A Girl Who Ran Away From her Own Shadow

Not so long ago, there was this timid girl who always hated the light because the moment the lights empowers the world, her shadow followed her. She didn’t exactly hate the light but she blamed the light for the appearance of her shadow. As she would describe the ugly dark shadow of her, she hated the fact that shadow copied her every move, she detested the fact that it reflects everything she does, she despised shadow for a reason that it is an exact replica of her, she reviled the ugly truth that it will never leave her alone until she leaves the world. She refrained from doing anything with the fear that her shadow will copy.  She punished the shadow by standing still; she would stay in one corner hiding from her own shadow.

When the sun waves goodbye to the day and submerged behind the farthest mountain, a girl’s smile beamed on her face. Though her happiness was temporary, she would enjoy the moment in the absence of her shadow. She loved her privacy, she loved her OWN time and she wished that shadow will vanish forever from her life.

One beautiful day, she saw a kitten chasing  its  own shadow, running  and playing with it. Even with nobody around kitten looked very contended and happy with the simple assurance that its shadow is forever with it.

A girl looked at her own shadow and saw a dark and thin shadow standing still with shoulder hung as if it has been heavily loaded, as if it is carrying the whole world’s pain. “Oh my god!” with the utter shock she covered her mouth with her little hand and saw shadow doing the same. She became curious and moved right, the shadow moved right and when she stops it stops, then she raised her left hand up and waved and saw shadow doing the same. She jumped with the excitement and started dancing and saw her shadow doing exactly the same.

That day a girl realized that she wasn’t running away from her shadow but herself. Loved one might leave, friends might betray, others might hurt but shadow will do no harm and stay with you forever. Shadow plays when you play, laugh when you laugh, run when you run, fly when you fly, dance when you dance and cry when you cry but never leaves you even when it is dark, its just that you don’t see it. It stays with you forever. From that day onwards shadow became her best friend and she stopped running away from the shadow and herself.
And she lived happily ever after.

THE END J J J

Photo Courtesy: Bing Images







Tuesday, September 10, 2013

You have got a Beautiful SMILE and you know it right?

You have got a beautiful smile and you know it right?
Yeah I am talking to you who is reading it right now. You must be wondering how the hell I knew or know that you have got a rather beautiful smile or ugly doma stained teeth, but trust me the moment you smile you become beautiful and that’s why I am saying you have got a very beautiful smile. If you don’t believe me, just smile and look at the mirror and you will see the truth yourself. Trust me a smile is infectious. The moment you see someone smile genuinely, an automatic smile appears on your face. Sometimes a genuine smile from even a stranger makes our day beautiful.

What is the harm in smiling? Do we really need a valid and good reason to smile? We rather feel like s/he is a stranger so why do we need to smile at strangers. We have a notion that a  smile can give a wrong hint to others, do you really think it does? But I don’t find any harm in smiling.  I would rather say smile whenever you can. Smile when you are happy; smile even when you are in pain to show that you have the strength to overcome that pain. Dark moods engulf the smile and spoil the atmosphere. So never let your smile get buried. Add a glow to your face by smiling because smile is a natural and cheap makeup one can wear.

Sherub Tenzin says “You don't need shining teeth and beautiful face to smile. Smiling cost nothing but gains many things especially friends. Keep smiling....: D”and I totally agree with him. So a  smile is a gateway to one’s heart.  Don’t forget to smile because you have got a beautiful smile and that’s the gift from god, value it and be happy. 

 
Feel the difference  and smile :)
"You've got that smile that only God can make." by sister Tshering Dema of BBS

Moment to Cherish Forever

“Good things come when you least expect it.” By anonymous.





A little unexpected and sudden trip to Sikkim but the best moment of my life. I wanted to freeze that moment forever, so I am immortalizing it by penning down the amazing feelings I had. The beautiful scenery of clean and green Sikkim was breathtakingly awesome. The serenity and homeliness of Deorali Goenpa were just another soothing factor that contributed to my happiness. Most of the monks  we met were Bhutanese, it was just like another home in India. 

For a moment I forgot that I have to study a complicated modules back at college and I had skipped classes to make a trip possible.  Short and sweet trip but it manages to steal little part of my heart. I wished that I could stay there forever but huh dreams are dreams only, had to wake up and come back.  It was my first trip but I sincerely pray that it will not be the last. I wish to return one fine day.




Chorten



Lighting  butterlamps :)

Beautiful Flowers


Friday, September 6, 2013

Questionnaire on Blogging

Relationship with writing has been as long as I knew how to hold a pen. I used to scribble everything usually my feelings on a piece of paper or in the middle pages of my notebooks. Previously I used to write on a notebook to keep track of the things and feelings, then I maintained Diary. I remember late at night when some students were busy studying and some sleeping, I used to write whatever that comes into my mind on the book with the assistance of torch light. Its how writing got injected in me. And now I blog J


1.Why did you start blogging in the first place? And what’s the story behind your blog title?
Ans: In 2011, after reaching here at college I don’t remember exactly but I guess I saw friend sharing sir Passu’s Diary and later saw Langa Tenzin’s blog on facebook. That’s how I got introduced to blogging. They are the source of my inspiration and they always have great posts.   Then I made one without any post for many months following and reading all the possible updates of the passionate and ardent bloggers.

At the beginning of the year, when a second parliamentary round of election was in due course, I was thoroughly  frustrated not having received my postal ballot on time. That’s when I wrote a sarcastic letter to Postal Ballot and after that I  seriously started blogging  
Owing to my weirdness, initially I kept the title of my blog as My Weird World but later change to My Bizzare World.



2.How long have you been blogging? Where are you based?
Ans: My first post on the blog was on last October but seriously I started blogging since May this year only. I am based on CST, Phuentsholing.

3.How do you schedule your blog post? Daily or weekly? Or as and when inspiration strikes you?
Ans: I write whenever I feel like writing. I must say I usually write when inspiration strikes me and there are more than 3 posts on my blog by the end of the month.

4.Does your family and friends know about your blog?

And: My parents do not know about my blog but I guess my brother knows about it. Yeah my friends knows about my blog, and I acknowledge my friend Tshering Delkar who always encourages me to write more. Thank you dear J

Blessed with Friend

Talking with you have made me realized how much I missed you.

We neither need friendship testometer to measure it nor we need to die for each other to prove it. God will be ashamed to deny it and world envy it for what we have: we have a pure and true form of friendship. Blessed are those who have a true friend and I am doubly blessed because I have you.

As someone said to me earlier “Distances are just a test to see how far love can travel.” And our friendship travels faster than the light and illuminates more light than the sun.  A simple assurance of standing by side and never letting go of each other at any cost is a gift I got from you.  We understand each other without having to utter a single word; even listening to each other’s silence is a great pleasure. I feel it and you say it, I still wonder how you can read me so well. It's like you know me more than I do.

Its trust based foundation with little expectations from each other with the abundance showering of love, care and affection for each other. I respect you and our friendship. You are best ever thing happened to me. Today is neither your birthday nor friendship day but I feel the need to let you know that you are being cherished and remembered by your friend. Miss you so much.

I couldn't ask more from GOD coz he gave me u and u r more than I deserve. Luv u Phuntsho :)




I Owe an Explanation to Myself

My last update on the blog was on the 18th of August and phew it’s pretty long gap. I was on study and medical leave ( I owe an explanation to myself). I  couldn’t update due to some unavoidable reasons such as due to phase test 1 which was scheduled at the end of the previous month, to be precise 29th, 30th and 31st of August. It’s like whole CSTians have been fed tests as a meal. 90% of students did 3 three tests per day excluding the backing papers. Some friends who have back papers did five tests on a single day. Thank god! I didn’t keep one but if we go at this rate I am sure I will not be lucky next time. Gosh! If we human being are forced, I am convinced we can perform any type of task.

Previously when the system of tests was based on randomness with accordance to the tutor’s and students convenient, students used to complain when two or more tests coincide in a week and we used to request Lecturer to postpone but this time with the introduction of the phase test system, doing tests was just like having dessert after meals.

Surely the management here knows how to give a pinch of doing real tests to the students. Students hardly got time to stand and stare, it has been just like chasing a pavement of studying when time was giving a hard competition by running out so fast.

Another lame excuse for not updating blog, health issue. Lately I have been flat with whatever the reasons, eat something different vomit all and flat next day. Getting drenched in the rain, eat ice cream, work hard and will bleed hell from the nose and next day flat on the bed. Hardly had an energy to stand, this is so unlike me I mean getting sick over every little stupid reason. My immune system can’t be this worse.
Life can’t be joking with me, getting sick during exam time is so unfair. 
But life is not always considerate as we expect so never expect much from it rather prepare well to face every unexpected card of the life.

Every moment of the life is unique and have lesson attached to it, so enjoy fully. Even the pain has a different charm, so relish it.



Sunday, August 18, 2013

Flower


There is a strange happiness when you see flowers blooming. If you have planted that flower then the happiness get multiplied (trust Me). Last semester, my work went in vain as the plants started decaying due to lack of light (I guess as I kept the flower pots on the windowsill and the sun rays never fell in my area).  Despite lots of care and the hard work the plants decayed.   

But this time the story is different. 

With the new room allocation, the new rays of hope flickers in me. With the right amount of the manure, water and the sunlight and also the additional dosage of attention, care and love the flowers bloomed finally.

Wednesday, August 14, 2013

LOL (Laughing out Loud)

Laughter is the best medicine.

If laughter is really the best medicine, then I can say that I am healthiest person in the world.  I am pretty sure that I have taken infinite dose of it. And I should be free from all the sickness.  Because I laugh for every stupid funny reasons and I laugh again for laughing for those stupid reasons.

If I die, I am 100% sure that I will be remember and known for laughing really loud. As friends described, my laugh is scary enough to wake people from their sleep, make people fall from their chair, enough to get second weird glance from the bypassing people, really irritating when some are doing something serious. When I was in high school, my brother used to say that he could hear my laughter in his class and he used to scold me for that. Still, I don’t have any control over my laughter.

I am trying to control it and I have tough time controlling it and when friends see the way I am trying to hold it, they burst out laughing igniting my laughter once more. Among friends I am known as Creator of Volcanic Laughter, maybe I really am.

Laughter is the best medicine but it seems I have overdosed as it isn’t showing any effect now. All I do laugh hell and cough continuously. Look like I need to change my medicine to chase coughing, so I conclude laughter is not really the best medicine. But laugh while you still have teeth :D

"Humor is infectious. The sound of roaring laughter is far more contagious than any cough, sniffle, or sneeze. When laughter is shared, it binds people together and increases happiness and intimacy. Laughter also triggers healthy physical changes in the body. Humor and laughter strengthen your immune system, boost your energy, diminish pain, and protect you from the damaging effects of stress. Best of all, this priceless medicine is fun, free, and easy to use." retrieved from http://www.helpguide.org/life/humor_laughter_health.htm


 



Tuesday, August 6, 2013

Saying Sorry

“Mend the bond torn by pride.” The Witch of Brave

The hardest part for most of the people is saying sorry. Though they might have realized their mistakes and feels sorry, they somehow fail to say it. Here comes another factor ‘PRIDE’ which isn’t letting you to admit the mistakes, which holds you back from saying sorry. The simple five letter word ‘SORRY’ doesn’t come easily for many people at times whereby for some people it is frequently used word. Those people say sorry not because others are always right and they are always wrong but for them the value of them are higher than the pride they possessed.

A simple sorry can save you from hot arguments, heal you from the deep hurt, can make you forget and forgive the mistakes. So never be late to say sorry to whom you think you owe the one. I am going to say sorry to all whom I think I should have said earlier but couldn’t somehow.

God: I know you have been and are always there but I never got a chance acknowledge you. I am so sorry and I thank you at the same time.

Family: Ama and Apa, sorry for being irresponsible at one or other points of time. I am sorry if I haven’t lived up to your expectations. Sorry brother for arguing with you for those silly reasons. Sorry sister for being bossy and not understanding you at a time. I am sorry to you all and love you all a lot. I miss you all very much. I am sick and missing home, is it homesick? LOL

Friends: We live, chat, laugh, argue, support, fight, forgive and forget.  Living with you all has always been best part of my life. Sometimes, unknowingly we end up hurting each other’s feeling. So for those unknown times, I am sorry if I have hurt anyone’s feeling.

People Around: Till date there are many people I have encountered in my life. To those people, there might have been time where I owed you an apology for various known and unknown reasons but didn’t apologize because I couldn’t or I didn’t realize. Now I do, I am sorry if I have been ignorant, judgmental, too harsh, careless, stupid and many more.

Readers: Finally to you all if I have wasted your precious times. Sorry if my writing wasn’t worth your time.







Monday, August 5, 2013

Living or Enjoying Life?

We are so busy planning and preparing for future that we are forgetting to live a present. We worry endless for unknown times so intensely not even sure of whether we will be able to live that particular time we are anticipating now or not. We live a monotonous life like wake up at 6:00 am, breakfast at 7:00am, class from 8-12am then lunch then again class, dinner, surf net for a while, do homework (most probably copy) and study for a while and sleep. We areso used to it that we don’t notice that present is sliping from our hand.

Did I enjoy the moment I went through? I guess not, just look at me I can’t even remember what I had for dinner. Is it because curry wasn’t worth remembering? Big NO, I was just living not enjoying that moment. As if I am remote operated human who is a slave of the unknown and accustomed command like dinner time, go and dine in the mess and come back. And the cycle continues.

Yeah! I heard someone saying that to be successful in life, one must stay focus. So looks like everyone is trying to be successful as everyone seems focused or they are just trying to be focus like me. At times we lend up on an intermediate state where we can neither focus nor enjoy. We are one way or other tied with the numerous rope of life like responsibility, duty, commitment, fear, guilt and many more. Sometimes, we need to come out of cocoon of our life and enjoy the beauty of being carefree.

Did you ever do the crazy things you never expected you will do in your life but something you always wanted to experience at some point? Like shouting at the peak of your voice while riding a roller coaster and pinching hard your partner when you feel that you will fall out of it or laughing hell while playing break dance or getting nausea while swinging on dragonfly. Or maybe intentionally not taking an umbrella knowing that it will rain, completely get drenched in the rain and running fast to the destination and stopping with the eardrum piercing shout when thunder roars, or chanting “Om ah hung bazar guru padma se de hung” when lightning struck and next moment laughing so hard knowing how foolish we act. Or may be climb on the high water tank with the fear in mind and have tough time coming back as legs wouldn’t cooperate. And after getting back on the ground, getting cramp on the leg and making friends worry.  Or shouting and jeering equally with the Indian while watching a movie in an Indian theater.

Well I did all of those crazy, stupid and weird things but I don’t regret rather I have smile on my face. At all times of craziness, there were always friends to accompany. I feel at that time I was really living and enjoying the moment also was creating a memory for life time. Whenever I plan to something weird I quote a line “Zindagi Na Milenge Dobara.”  
Haha…now whenever I say “Zindagi Na Milenge Dobara” my friends start to panic J J J


Thursday, August 1, 2013

An Old Man

Saw the glitter of happiness in the eyes of my dear wife,
With the pride I said “Our son, our life.”
With little steps, you first walked.
And you hated when stalked.

You loved touching sky,
And you rode my shoulder with little sigh,
The little cheerful voice shouted “higher, higher”
And we were wingless flyer.

You made fuss over going school,
You looked cool sitting on a little stool,
The knowledge filled your mind,
With the passing time, you were determined.

Darkness engulfed our home,
With you mother gone,
I lived with the stone,
Till date, never felt so alone.

The respectable man of tittle,
With the beautiful wife you settled.
I had a huge and pure grin,
When I heard you have a twin.

Joy and hope filled my heart,
Unknown of the fact it will be torn apart.
You were disgusted to see my dirt,
Torn shirts and I was hurt.

At last, you asked me to leave your house,
And said I am man of chaos.
With no sense of direction,
I left having no option.

An eye wouldn't let the clear crystal fall,
The legs merely have strength to stand still,
The wrinkled hand barely can hold a walking stick,
Yet I shall never make my way to your home.


:'( The article will not let me sleep, I try to stand in his shoes. I can feel an enormous pain but I bet it's not even 5% of what that father is really going through.