Sunday, June 29, 2014

Sleep Unfriend Me _ I Chose to Write

I know I should be warmly tugged in the blanket and vaguely lost in the dream at this time but sleep is yet to knock on my eyes; past few months have been hell of time (that’s what I felt) draining every energy out of me. Nevertheless, every efforts paid me well wiping every tiredness and complains and giving a reason to work even harder.

I was physically exhausted, literally worn out and completely tested. I am blessed as many opportunities were showered to us and I am glad I have followed my instinct to accomplish those (though my laziness was constantly begging me to quit). At times I felt I couldn’t take anymore but I realized, unlike labeled capacity bottle, we human beings have ‘will oriented capacity’ which allows us to explore according to our willingness to the farthest and accommodate all and still have space for some more. The choice depend on us whether to confine ourselves in the presumed capacity or to explore all the possibilities.

“Grades are not primary things if you have really learned and understood something.” Sir Tshewang often used to remind us in Design Concrete Structure class but I would always remind myself that ‘marks are passport of life’. True to his words, learning doesn’t have to be necessarily graded or must be within the class. If learning is the cone of the life then understanding is a cream of the life. Never grade yourself with those reflected in black and white. First work with all your heart and grade your honesty and sincerity.

Am I getting little philosophical? Blame the rupturing of the accumulated excitement I have suppressed for a long time to go home or the apprehensiveness over the final compilation and submission of the work which is scheduled today :D 

I better sleep :)

Sunday, June 22, 2014

Person On the Mirror

Today, for the first time I couldn’t meet the eyes of the person I was seeing on the mirror. She taunted me for being coward, for I couldn’t let go of little things. She accused me for holding a wrong reason rather than rectifying with the greater reason. She was clearly ashamed of the way I acted and she is not wrong. She told me I have become just another person in the world who is putting everything at stake with the silly reason. She chastised me for being weakling who has lost an ability to see through the lens of judgment. She said I have let her down with my indifference to the situations. She reminded me that I was never like this and begged me to change before disasters swallow me. She wished me to be grateful of good things the person did to me and forgive the little mistakes same person did. She advised me that if I want, I can undo to the hurt by erasing it from my memory.

I listened and agreed to person on the mirror but on one condition: she has to let me wear the layers of protective cautionary shield.

Thursday, June 19, 2014


I was studying when I heard an irritating screeching kind of scratching sound from behind. I looked back and saw kittens climbing on wire mesh door. It was their trick to get inside the room. In a defeat, I opened the door in their service and they majestically walked into my rooms and directly climbed on my bed to take a nap.

I am not a pet person, I prefer taking care of kids to pets. Dogs and cats get on my nerve and irks me a lot. I had to ask Yanday to take her kittens back. She is fond of these kittens and I am not. At first, I chased them out the moment I sensed their presence. I hated when it blocked my ways and I would go mad when I saw their furs on my bed. The kittens were least bother with my unfriendliness. They were too witty and somehow managed to get inside the room. They were pretty harmless and admittedly adorable. 

Gradually, they dug a space in my heart. Though irritating sometimes, I loved when one of them patiently wait (there were three and all looked same), while I struggled with the books in hand to unlock the door. With the grace of royalty, she would go inside the room and take a nap on my bed. It became routine. There was an undeniable nameless bond developed between us. 

They suddenly stopped coming to my rooms and surprisingly I missed them enough to ask their whereabouts. Yanday said that one of the cook took them. She said with the approaching exam, she couldn’t take care of them and moreover when she leaves for vacation there is no one to look after them. She assured that they are in safe hand. She had every reasons to send them away but I was little disappointed. The days got busier and eventually they slipped out of my mind. 

Tashi, who stays at self-catering hostel above the cooks’ residence, asked me to help with the packing of luggage. Instead of short cut, I took the road way only to greet by the corpse of kitten. I abruptly stopped and no doubt it was the same kitten that used to sleep peacefully on my bed. The private vehicles or taxi who came to pick up students leaving for vacation might have hit it.

I felt the pain loss for my companion. I was unusually silent. Over a dinner, friends might have noticed so they start teasing who is Mr.X that took my heart home with him. In a filmy style, one of the friends said that they don’t want my physical presence but the real me.

 “Stop it. I am mourning.” I said.
“Sorry! You should have told us before. ?” Sonam asked and asked me who died.
“A kitten, she was hit by car.” I said.
All of them laughed in my face.
“Don’t be rude. I am serious.”
They all gave me ‘are you out of mind?’ look. I needed a moment alone. I was tired and excused myself.

Just that they are animal doesn't mean they don't feel.

Wednesday, June 11, 2014

A Dream

A dream isn’t dream if it’s not worth fighting for.
A dream isn’t dream if you aren’t working on it.
A dream isn’t dream if you have many dreams.
A dream isn’t dream if you are still sleeping.

A dream is painting on canvas with the color of your choice.
The colors you are in love with not an ugly one world chose to see.
A dream is bringing life with the magic of your hand,
A dream which makes a lame run, blind see and fly without feathers.

A dream keeps your eyes open, letting you dream more.
A dream fills your mind and conquers your heart.
A dream is a glow on your face, smiles on your lips, passion in your eyes.
A dream is running out of ink and still writing.