Tuesday, December 2, 2014

"Silent Whisper"

As curious as it has always been,
My heart saturated with anguish of fears,
My eyes welling up for the cascade of tears,
There I stand searching for a reason to be seen.

As coward as ever,
Though eyes sees new rays of hope
Yet mind reflecting on old wears and tears
Stagnant lies my foot afraid to lope.

Confused and moped here I stand,
With a soul in search of new destiny,
But a mind battling for its command,
So I ask for an answer of certainty.

Is it time I let go of my fears?
Is it time I welcome a change?
Is it time I resort to new direction?
Is it time to open that closed heart?

The question still remains “Is it Time?”

Friday, October 10, 2014

Nameless But Not Tasteless.

The surrounding environment is being polluted with the sound of coughing and sneezing, not to forget the equal contribution of virus through it. Cough and cold has become viral just like a fashion trend with increasing no of people catching up with it every day. In such case, I too wasn’t any exception, so landed up being one of the victims. My days felt so tiring and night seems endless darkness where I lay blaming my immune system for every cough and sneeze.

It was on Wednesday when we were declared holiday as there was a blessing at Trongsa Dzong. Due to my sheer bad luck I could not go to receive the blessing. So I remained curled up on sofa with my drowsy eyeballs fixed on the TV. I happened to watch a program on a food channel, “Zee Khana Khazana”. In that program, a chef was explaining the recipe of a dish. I keenly with all my attention observed the ingredients and cooking process of that dish. The ingredients were locally available and I noticed that I have got all the needed ingredients in my kitchen. The process seems simple, easy and pretty fast.

If I am to stay idle without any work then undoubtedly I am going to fall asleep. I clearly remembered my mother saying that sleeping during day time when suffering from cough and cold will do nothing better but to worsen it. So I thought instead of sleeping, I will give a try for the dish I have watched a moment ago. So turning off the TV, I placed my steps towards kitchen. I recollected the recipe and found that I could easily remember the process so I ventured into cooking this new dish.

After about forty five minutes the dish was ready and so I asked my Grandpa to taste it. I was really nervous about the comments that my grandpa would throw about the dish. Biting my nails out of nervousness I remained silently waiting for a nice comment from him. Fortunately my grandpa was happy with the dish and ate it all very well saying that “You must have watched the process very attentively otherwise it would not have turned out this well. By the way what is the name of this particular dish”. “Ya…I forgot the name of the dish…haha” was all I could say sticking out my tongue.

What I have learned was that; "idealism leads to experimentation" and my experiment on the nameless dish turned out to be a success and though the dish was nameless, it was not tasteless...:)

Wednesday, October 1, 2014

Lunch Time Chit-Chats

Sometimes life turns out to be really funny. It was during one of our normal lunch break when three of us; Sangay, Aue kesang and me were chit chatting while snacking on some junk foods. While chatting, I happened to log into my facebook account and there I saw that one of my friend has uploaded the photo of that captivating, awesome looking and salivating chocolate cake. I just felt like taking out that cake tearing the screen of the computer. Realizing that such feeling is totally an absurd, I controlled my cravings but then my mischievous inner self wanted to enjoy some scene. So knowing that Aue kesang loves chocolate cake more than I do, I intentionally showed her that photo. After that there is nothing more interesting than to watch her expression. Her chinky eyes rounding into a wide circle, her mouth opening up naturally as if to bite the screen, her hand was very quick in handling the mouse to zoom the photo. I could clearly and with much vividness feel her craving for the chocolate cake and why won’t it be as it was lunch time when her stomach was already growling and on top of that I showed a photo that took her lust for the cake to the next level. Sangay and I laughed our heart out gazing at her expression. After sometime Aue kesang came into reality from her world of fantasy which was build with the imaginary chocolate cakes. “I miss my college days when I used to have hearty chicken rolls from KFC at Bangkok” expressed Sangay. “Haha …now it’s your turn huh” was the line from my mouth flowing out not realizing that I myself so wanted to eat a Pizza. So I said,” well I want to have a pizza more than anything else”. Both of them gave a huge laugh and said we shall just stop building the castle in air and enjoy the “wai wai” an instant noodles, guava, and a tea that we have in front of us. Lost in our chit chats and laughs we didn't realize that our lunch breaks has been already over. So we wrapped up our eating and when I was about to leave for my office Aue kesang said, “ Isn't that funny and paused”. So I stopped my step to listen to what she has to continue. After some seconds she resumed saying “it is indeed funny how the life can play tricks with the situation, when I was at Paro after graduation, there were cakes available abundantly in different bakery shop but I could not eat as I was out of money during those days. But now I have money to satisfy my demand but again the situation here is that there are no bakery shops selling cakes.” To that I nodded and said “ Imbay mo.. Aue ( yes.. indeed a truth.. sis) but we should understand that some things are never meant for us and the situation remains the same although the time and place changes” with that I resumed the steps towards my office.

Tuesday, September 9, 2014

Happy Anniversary

Time sure flies by quickly and it is already a year since I have joined this organization. 10th September 2013, is a day that blessed me with my current job and place. I really feel lucky to get a job in less than three months after graduation when I have seen many graduates struggling hard with the job hunting process for more than six months. For this, my heartfelt gratitude and deepest appreciation goes to the prestigious engineering college of a country; “College of Science and Technology” and the alumni of the college who were successful in maintaining the status and up keeping the fame of college with high esteem in the professional market.

With the new environment, new people and new responsibility, my journey of job life till date were filled with numerous experiences. Though it has been only a year, I feel I have learned quite a lesson that helped me grow technically as well as personally. I have been engaged with different people with varying personality. From those with good heart, I noticed how beautiful the life is in the company of those good people. From those that are not so good, I have learned that ignorance is bliss and I am good away from their company.

I have been confronted with situations that demanded my patience, proper judgments, careful observation and quite often negligence. Some of my judgments led me to a proper decision while some left me with regrets and repentant. Most importantly I learned that one should not jump to a conclusion over an instantaneous judgments, be it a situation or a person.

Distance makes heart grow fonder and I give my full support on this statement. Being away from family, I always longed for togetherness filled with happy moments. But being away from family also made me realize their importance and my love and care towards them grew even stronger. Though away by distance yet I have always kept them close in my heart. Family stands on the top of list when it comes to priority chart in my life. Any help and selflessness from my side will never be enough to pay back for their support and presence in my life.

I have observed happy and warm welcomes but I also witnessed sad farewells. As it is clear that we live to die and so we do meet to depart. I have realized the impermanence and changes that are inevitable in life. What we have got is the present moment and it is in our hand whether to waste it over negative thoughts or cherish it creating sweet memories with positive attitude.

My one year experience in the job was filled with mixture of feelings. There was happiness and laughter, satisfaction and fun yet sadness and tears, fears and discomfort. All in all it was a package of emotions. So I wish myself and my fellow batch mates a happy 1st job anniversary and I hope the following days will bring much more happiness and challenges that will root in us a strong foundation to bear with much bigger challenges we are bound to face in life once we move away from present location. There is so much to be learned henceforth.

Wednesday, September 3, 2014

Music-My Favourite Companion

If I go by the dictionary meaning; “Music is an art of sound in time that expresses ideas and emotion in significant forms through the elements of rhythm, melody, harmony and color”. But for me, music is the closest companion that never leaves my side. I tend to cling on to the music and associate with it every situation trending in my life.

When I’m happy and high spirited with the satisfaction of accomplishment and achievement, a strong and intense music takes my happiness to the next level. When I’m gloomy and void of energy rendered lost and entangled amidst confusion, an inspirational music tends to boost my energy and direct me towards my goal. When I’m feeling low and all broken unable to get myself a proper stand, a motivational music shows me the brighter side of life and a reason to come out even stronger than before.

 When I gets stressed out and agitated confronting with anger and frustration, a soothing music helps me cool down and retain the normal myself. When I land up stuffed with the emotions of despair yet unable to burst it out, a melancholy music just sets the mood and I could feel the outburst of tears down my cheeks and finally remain light at heart. When I fall victim of insomnia and remain helplessly waiting for the sleep, a sweet melody always works as a lullaby and gets me proper sleep.

Even the boring basic chores seem to be easy and delightful if taken up in the presence of music. Washing clothes and dishes seem much more fun with the rhythm of music. Cooking food tends to be enjoyable with the taste of music. Cleaning and dusting rooms becomes exciting in the harmony of music.

The best part of music is that it never bores me. I would rather say that music never failed to save me from boredom. It was always at its best to accompany me. It seems to me that I will never get enough of it. The more I listen to music, the more I wish to remain lost in its beautiful creation. 
Music is thus my favourite companion”.

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Indeed a happy weekend

It is true that happiness comes in small packages. What matters most is the way we welcome them. Being in love and giving our best of time for every little thing that bypasses our journey of life can lead us to unexpected yet pleasant surprises.

It was already 8:30am when I woke up. Nothing seemed unusual except that it was Sunday, in other words it was off day J . Noticing the empty living room and unlatched door I learned that Grandpa didn’t return from his morning walk. I went out and studied the weather which was marked with slight drizzle with accompanying fog that blurred the clarity of one’s vision. I got back inside and against the will of my lazy soul that demanded some more sleep, I got myself freshened up. I was in the middle of preparing breakfast when Grandpa creaked open the door and stepped inside.” No sunshine on Sunday” he commented with a teasing smile as he made his way towards his room. “Thank god I don’t need to wash my clothes” I joked wearing a crooked smile. After half an hour we were enjoying the breakfast while making plans for the day. I blamed weather for being dull as the option to go out seemed inappropriate. Finally as the plate in front of eyes got emptied we came up with a plan to make momo and treat our stomach.

After washing the dishes I \went back on sofa and turned on the TV to let the breakfast settle before actually starting with the momo preparation while grandpa got busy with his prayer beads. At around 11:00 am I found myself restless so thought no time is better than this to start with the preparation. I prepared the dough while grandpa chopped the cabbages. After the mixture for stuffing and dough was ready, grandpa rolled the dough flat while I filled it with stuffing and folded into the perfect shape. At around 3:30pm our momo was ready for serving. I found myself hard to hold back my salivation. To my surprise the momo turned out to be really delicious and all the credit goes to this dull weather. Had it not been for its dullness I won’t be able to come up with the perfect plan for weekend that satisfied both my heart and stomach. After a hearty treat that succeeded in contending our stomach we once again settled ourselves to watch TV.

It was not long when grandpa started to dose off still holding the prayer bead between his forefinger and the thumb. That very sight of him took me back to our college days when we had to battle with our sleepy eyes during exam time. At one end there was a huge portion of syllabus yet to be covered draining all our energy rendering us completely exhausted. On the other end our sleepy eyes constantly demanded for a peaceful sleep that made our eyelids seem heavier than our body weight. So I tabbed slightly on grandpa’s shoulder to wake him up and suggested to sleep comfortably on the bed. I too found myself bored with the TV and so I went into the room and started to read the novel titled “The Fault in Our Stars” by John Green. I cannot remember when I fell asleep but I woke up to find that I slept for almost four hours and the clock was already indicating 7:50 pm. “That was quite a sleep” I smirked at myself. I heard grandpa chanting the prayer so I moved towards kitchen to prepare the dinner.

At around 9:30 pm we had our dinner and after that we had a happy conversation and laughs on the random topics before grandpa went to bed. I too went into my room but the peaceful sleep in the afternoon left me with devoid of sleep in my eyes. So I thought of watching a movie and started rummaging through the folders in my laptop. In the process of searching for a nice movie I encountered a folder loaded with the photos of my college days.  I started viewing those photos and was overwhelmed with emotions when the memories flashed back vividly. At one moment I was laughing my heart out looking at the funny posture we maintained to pose for a snap. And the next moment I found myself terribly missing those days and yearned for my friends to be here with me. I was so engrossed with those photos reminiscing college days that I failed to notice how quickly it was already past mid-night. At around 1:00am I cautioned myself that it is better to sleep now or I will be having tough time in the office the next day.
Obedient to my heart, I switched off the light and curdled up under the warm blanket with an earphone in the ears listening to “Chasing the sun” by Hilary Duff. As she sang the lines:

“love the life I live
And I will live the life I love
Open up my eyes and I will take whatever comes
I’m chasing the sun…x3
I won’t miss out on the fun
Gotta get it while our hearts are young
I’m chasing the sun
Oooh oooh oooh”

I found myself smiling realizing that happiness need not necessarily come from huge success and greatest achievements. The way we enjoy the current moment and self-satisfaction plays vital role in leading a happy life. With that thought in my mind and sweet voice with equally sweet lyrics in my ear, I fell asleep satisfied that it was indeed a happy weekend.

Thursday, August 21, 2014

Individual Preferences

“It is going to rain for the whole day again” announced my Grandpa while taking off his slippers and entering the house returning from his morning walk. He then motioned himself towards the Choesham (altar room) to chant his morning prayers. Meanwhile I got busy with morning chores. When I was ready with the breakfast, Grandpa already finished his prayers and was seated on sofa watching TV. We had fried rice and a tea for breakfast and after that I went into my room for office get up. “Awooo …I don’t feel like going to office in this rain and it has been more than a week raining continuously.” I complained while coming out of my room. I unplugged my phone from the charger, grabbed my bag and merged towards the door. “Don’t forget the umbrella” Grandpa reminded me and I had to reverse my steps back to get an umbrella.

I was on the road sheltered under my dull umbrella with not so happy face waiting for the bus. It took unusually longer time for the bus to arrive which only intensified my unwillingness to go for work. The weather was actually a perfect one to remain curdled up on the sofa by a warm blanket with a cup of hot coffee and a nice movie to treat my eyes. I was lost in an imaginary world wherein I pictured myself into the phantomized scene of my desire before the sight of two little girls brought me back to reality. Those two girls were the regular students studying at Langthel lower secondary school and I presumed they were sisters. My presumption was proven correct when seemingly a year younger called another one by the name “Anna” and I found the corner of my lips curving into a smile.

What caught my attention was not the way two of them called each other rather it was the way they got themselves so wet. I know it is raining but from my point of view the rain isn't that kind of down pour to get heavily soaked even if you are missing your umbrella. To my bewilderment I noticed both of them had their pretty umbrellas firmly placed in the side pockets of their school bags. Suddenly the younger sister went near the side drain that was running partially full with rainwater and started throwing the water over her sister. The elder sister returned the favor with the equal throw of water. I was overwhelmed and equally amazed by the way they enjoyed that water fight making all those splashing sounds of water corresponding to the rhythm in which they hit the water.

So it is clear that they got themselves drained this wet through their playful act regardless of the intensity of the rain. I found myself enjoying the sight of their water fight but sadly our bus arrived and so I had no option but to leave that sight and get into the bus. In the bus by the window side as usual, my mind was still filled with those two sisters and their love for rain. It is indeed a matter of individual preferences; where I hated even to get out in that rain, those little sisters enjoyed playing in the very same rainy weather. So we cannot blame anyone for not making up to our expectation or having differences because the way things are perceived and preferred differs individually.

Monday, August 11, 2014

Moral of Your Story

“Ahhh…NOT AGAIN” grumbled Ongmo after hearing loud yelling followed by breaking sounds. It was only about an hour she had a sound sleep until she had to wake up to hear the quarrels between her parents. Quarrels, blaming, tantrums and yelling were the part of a day which Ongmo had to unwilling witness or hear just because she was not born blind and deaf. But in a process she surely became partly mute as none of her parents had time to hear what she has to say.

There seldom used to be a day when Ongmo’s parents did not argue. Mostly her parents would quarrel at night resulting in sleepless night for her. Sometimes they put on a show at a breakfast table giving Ongmo ample of reason to remain moody and low spirited for the whole day. The main reason for the arguments has always been the drinking habit of her father. Ongmo’s father possessed a personality that gets aggressive once the alcohol settles inside his body.

Ongmo had grown up hearing many stories related to her parent’s life. One of the most prominent was the one which highlights “Unpleasant childhood days of her father”. Her father used to tell her how he suffered managing his time for studies while taking care of his alcoholic brother. The so called alcoholic brother was Ongmo’s late uncle who died as a victim of a cancer resulting from excessive alcohol consumption.

At one end Ongmo really felt pitifully sorry for her father having to go through those awful days. At such a young and delicate age, it surely is not an easy task to manage a balance between the role as a student and responsibility as a brother. On the other end she was never able to understand why her father should be fond of drinking when he clearly knows that it was the reason for messing up his childhood days. What is so tempting in the alcohol that he can forget his bitter past and enjoy it so greedily?

After going through yet another sleepless night, Ongmo got up with a plan in her mind, a plan that might help to break a nut shell that has encased her father. As usual they had their breakfast and across the dining table, Ongmo clearly saw the puffy eyes of her mother which gave her an acute heartache. She loathes seeing that look on her mother’s face and that made more vivid her determination to give a try what she planned to do despite the fear towards her father.

In the vehicle, on the way to her school, which was about 45 minutes drive from their house, Ongmo took a step to bring her plan in action and so she asked her father to tell the story of his childhood again. Though her father was not in a good mood to narrate a story but on Ongmo’s repeated request, he told her the story. This time he kept the story short and it was like a summarized version outlining mainly the misery he went through at that time. After the story ended, Ongmo asked “Dad, what is the moral of your story?” to which her father responded “What do you mean by the moral of my story?” She could see the lines on her father’s forehead wrinkling into a frown which silently cautioned her to be careful with her words.

So now the time for a climax she thought. With a smile she said, “Dad, every time we read a story in the class, our class teacher always ends with the moral of that story so I was wondering what could be the moral of the story I just heard”. Her father with a confused mind said “What do you think is the moral; I mean what lesson you learned out of my story?”. “Bingo” said Ongmo to herself silently because the plan was working out the way she wanted it to. As the vehicle stopped to halt near her school gate, Ongmo faced her father and without a bit of hesitation, looked directly in to his eyes and said;

Well dad, I have learned that drinking alcohol is injurious to the health of both the consumer as well as the people surrounding them. It is injurious to the consumer as it gradually takes away his life. On the other hand it disturbs the healthy and peaceful environment around the surrounding people. From what I have been observing, alcohol makes a person selfish and he gets blinded with his own satisfaction and heart’s contentment that he fails to see what is happening to the surrounding people. Lastly, as I am a girl my moral of your story is that “Never marry a man obsessed with drinking habit”. If you want to know the reason why then that is because; I cannot sleep after an argument with my husband in place of singing lullaby to my child. I don’t dare to wake up myself with the swollen eyes in front of my child”.

After that Ongmo got out of the car and was heading towards the school when suddenly she stopped and turned around to say; “Dad I have told you what I have learnt but make sure to tell me what you have learned because I really want to know with what intended moral you have been narrating this story so frequently to me”. With that sentence and a forceful grin on her face Ongmo resumed her steps towards the school gate.

Friday, August 8, 2014

A Good Listener

A little bit of kind gesture is all it takes to help someone get through with the ongoing unkind situations. A sweet act of lending our ears proves to be rather compassionate for, someone who is shattered by the cruel reality and bitter truth; someone whose heart has been broken down to a countless pieces; someone trying hard to get back their senses together after going insane by the boundless sorrows; someone who is stepping forward from the momentary halt the life has bestowed upon them; someone finally showing up to move towards the right path having lost in the jigsaw puzzles of a life.

Taking time and patiently listening to what a shattered heart has to say, may not necessarily change the reality or reverse the truth but it will shed the burden and make them lighter at heart. By listening to the words of broken pieces of a heart, we may not be able to mend those ruptured pieces together but it will give them morale boost to withstand further breakage. Listening sensibly to someone going insane with the sorrows may not diminish their sorrows but help them get the grip of life. Listening to someone stuck on a halt of a life will let them feel less lonely and find in you a companion to walk the journey of life. Listening to puzzled heart helps untangle the confusions and let them find the right track.

No one has the future forecasted before hand and so are the uncertainties vivid and adamant with its stand. Don’t be miser in offering your attention to someone who is really in need. Don’t ignore them when they approach you because you don’t have any idea how much courage they had to sum up just to think of  your help. Dedicating some time to hear them out will not post a threat to the duration of your living. No one knows what the future holds and who knows you may be the very next person to seek the attention and yearn for a listener. So be kind enough to listen to someone wholeheartedly. Be a good listener for you never know how much you could help someone by just being a keen listener while standing beside him/her.

Friday, August 1, 2014

Unspoken words.

Never did I imagine that there will come a day when I will write this article. It is indeed very much true that life is uncertain and we cannot predict what is next in the store for us. Moving on with the flow of life and following the direction of its lead, I somehow feel that there is something that is left undone. A feeling of incompleteness keeps digging down to the very veins of my soul.
“Enough is enough” is what my heart whispered and continued:

You have done enough of pretending to deceive others and your own self so that the things may seem to be doing fine all the way. But dear trust me, you are not fine that way and it is making me harder to hold it back any longer. I just want to liberate myself of the suffocation and wear off the mask of deception. Just let me pour out for once and I assure you I will be much stronger henceforth and never let you down.”

Having listened to the plea of my heart, I felt it is time I let go of my stubbornness. I clearly understand what my heart means by those lines. It has been almost five years that I have been suffocating myself with the guilt and anger battling violently in my heart. At one end guilt taunted me with perfect reasons ripping the very piece of my heart. Yet at the other end anger saves its stand stubbornly giving every reason to remain indifferent.

Not anymore now. It is extremely difficult to end each passing day with those battling thoughts before I could fall asleep. Today as the world celebrates “Friendship day”, I with all my heart and soul would like to take this opportunity and tell you what remained untold. This is to you, my only best friend (Late Sonam Lhamo):

“My dear, it has been quite a time since I last spoke with you. I hope heaven is treating you well with all the kindness you deserve. Don’t be surprised to hear me speaking today. I could not find any better day but today to speak those unspoken words with you. I know you are no longer here by my side to hear out right from my mouth. I guess I took much longer time than required for this right? But you know how strong my stubbornness is right and I am so sorry for that childish behavior of mine.

I wanted to beg forgiveness for what I have done. I am so sorry for not making myself present by your side when you needed me the most. It would be a lie if I say I know how you have felt undergoing those painful treatments because in order to understand that pain I must also be cursed by that cruel disease. Though I respect the god’s blessing for my good fortune yet I blame him for choosing you as a victim for that awful disease. There is no way I could understand the pain resulted from that disease. But I am being truly honest when I say; I know how miserable it feels when the one you trust and depend on, leave you alone. I understand the feeling of despair when there is no one to console and help you out of that excruciatingly painful situation.

I am also upset that you didn't let me know about your disease. It is only after you left that I came to learn about your situation. It left me torn apart to know that you kept it hiding from me. You didn’t even let parents say a word to me about that. I know you did that for my good. You didn’t want me to get distracted from my studies. You should have known that by being so good to me that way, you have deepened my wound. You should have known that your friend is not so weak in balancing responsibility towards relationship and determination towards goal. I think now you are clear what took me so long right dear?

There is not a single day that ends without missing you. You were the only one I could trust to share my secrets. You were the only one I could lean on. It is only with you that I could be all myself. You know very well that I am one of those who tend to be silent most of the time except for the time I am with you. Now that you have left my side I don’t know how to speak merrily with others and I doubt I may go mute if I keep going that way. But don’t trouble yourself worry about that, I assure you I have grown up to be strong enough to handle the situations quite well.

Dear I think I have said enough now but the last thing “HAPPY FRIENDSHIP DAY” to you my best friend. You have always been and will always be my best friend forever.  

Saturday, July 19, 2014

I Forgive You

I forgive you, not because you deserve forgiveness
I do because I don’t deserve to be soaked up in sorrows.

I forgive you, not because I owe you love and affection
I do because I owe myself sympathy and compassion.

I forgive you, not because you promised to change
I do because I promised to move on in new direction.

I forgive you, not because you are speaking the truth
I do because I cannot lie to my innocent soul any further.

I forgive you, not because I have a generous heart
I do because I don’t want hatred to fill my heart.

I forgive you, not because you ought to liberate your guilt
I do because I ought to uncage my thoughts.

I forgive you, not because I accepted your justification
I do because I am tired with those excuses of yours.

So have the privilege of obtaining my forgiveness for I want to set my soul free from your thoughts.

Wednesday, July 16, 2014

A Fighter Within You

Nothing is more torturous than living a life marked with failure when success is all that surrounds the people around you. Nothing can become more cumbersome than lifting a head weighted heavily with guilt. Nothing can be more tormenting than seeing the dying hopes and expectations of your parents. It is during this point of time when life seems to be awfully unfair and luck a complete betrayal. Sometimes it becomes unbearably difficult to get the grip of happenings in our life.

I know how hard it is for you to cope up with your current situation. The suffocation you feel with each passing day is out of control. I can see how shattered and blown up your lighted spirit is. I understand how lonely you may feel amid the noisy crowd surrounding you. Your sleepless night and lifeless days needs no explanation for I get it all.

I feel sorry for you to have to go through such phase of life. The tidal waves of anguish are so vivid in the ocean of your eyes. I am so helpless but to offer nothing more than following lines:

Dear, I know you have been through a lot lately. Everything that is happening does not mean an end of your story; it is just a cruelest chapter in the book of your life. So close that chapter and open a fresh page to write your happy endings. You should understand that, however long and dark may be the night, a beautiful and hopeful dawn always shows up to mark the start of a day. Nothing in life is permanent so don’t worry there is going to be an end to this misery of yours too.

I am aware there is a fighter buried deep down within your soul. So it is time to awaken that fighter of yours and battle through this unpleasant situation. Come out stronger than before and show that such trivial failure cannot hold you back from achieving much greater success. Work harder for your dreams and hopes of your parents. Do not give a chance for others to point a finger and mock at you rather let them back down with your will power and determination.

Be the changed guy and a reason for a smile on the face of your beloved ones. Just remember that God gives the toughest battle to his strongest warrior, and I am confident that victory will stand by your side at the end of this battle.

Friday, June 27, 2014

You Are..

This little piece is dedicated to my kind and supportive friend. Your friendship is the precious gift in my life and I am truly indebted to you for that. I am truly blessed to have you as my friend though I call you rival by name….(hehe.). I hope you will like it and I justified the bond of friendship that we share…J

You are so kind in saving me from boredom.

You are immensely generous in offering your hands for my help.

You are obviously funny teasing me in order to cheer up my mood.

You are such a good soul in understanding the sorrows behind my faked smile.

You are a true rescuer saving me from drowning into ocean of depression.

You are the best companion in driving away my loneliness.

You are a stubborn debater in rendering suggestions for my good.

You are blissfully ignorant in avoiding my taunts and harsh behavior.

You are the chilling breeze in cooling down my anger and frustrations
You are the strongest support I could lean on and confide my trust.

You are my perfect rival with whom I never get tired arguing merrily.

Tuesday, April 29, 2014

Cookies in place of Cake

“I feel like eating cake” said Dema, five minutes after a plate full of delicious lunch. “Lets us try baking the cake tonight then” was my immediate response. So was the plan for the night set still amazed at the thought of cake after having stuffed ourselves with lunch.
We went shopping for the necessary ingredients required for a perfect cake. I felt something missing when we got back from the shop. I checked the items and found that we forgot the most important ingredient, “Milk”. “God how could I forget that” was what I grumbled to myself. As there is always another option, an idea clicked in my head. So I boiled water with very good amount of milk powder and there was my milk for the cake (giggling…J).
Finally we were successful in making a batter ready to be baked. After placing the batter in oven, we went to watch TV. Both of us became so involved and carried away by the suspense and thriller going on in our favourite TV show “Ek Hassena Thi” that the cake went completely out of our mind.
After a while cake made its own way to my preoccupied mind when I sensed buttery smell coming all the way from the kitchen. To my dismay I found that I forgot to lower down the temperature of the oven and our cake has been over baked. When we sat down to taste that over baked cake, I noticed we needed a coffee to help chew the so called cake. That piece was too crispy to be called a cake so we discovered we actually baked a cookie instead of cake….

Sunday, April 13, 2014


Beautiful flowers stealing everyone’s attention
Newly blossomed bud adding freshness to air
Comes the Spring starting the year with determination
Nourishing with energy to fulfill what we aspire.

Green and Juicy defines this season
Summer, the richest part of the year
Brings with it the energy of reason
To live and let others live with fare.

Autumn comes with maturity
The season of harvest and fall
As we see the loss of leaves with certainty
We do earn the ripeness of fruits in full.

The air filled with calmness and simplicity
Sky decorated with natural architect of all
Filled with chillness and mildness in vicinity
Winter, a season gifted with beauty of snowfall.

Thursday, April 3, 2014

My Heart Already Felt

Something was unusual that day, a strange feeling of emptiness in my heart. People around me seem to be really cheerful with excitement and were running here and there with their luggage. It was the most awaited vacation time, 29th November 2009, first vacation after joining college. Having struggled for four months in first semester, it was the time for a little bit of relaxation. Though it was a moment to be happy yet deep inside my heart there was uneasiness. It was not that I didn’t do my papers well, I did satisfactorily well in all the modules. There was something that bothered me the whole time. Something I myself could not understand, something I didn’t have the answer for.
We were in a vehicle on our way home and there I stood lost in an unknown anxiety by the window seat. It seemed to me that something has been taken away from my life. I could sense that something was not right. My friend noticed the change in my behavior and asked what is wrong. I wished I could answer that question with honesty but only thing I could say was “No big deal just a  motion sickness”.
The vehicle halted for lunch and we went to the regular restaurant. Even the lunch was tasteless or maybe my taste buds are refusing to send the message to my brain. Now that was weird as I have always been a kind of person who used to enjoy everything on my plate. Back again by the window seat with ear phone in my ears continued my bizarre journey. With the music plugged in my ears, I was struggling to understand the reason of my discomfort rather than the lyrics.
Finally at 7:45 pm, came the end of my journey but still was I as confused as ever. At home my family was waiting for me impatiently, especially my little brother who ordered me to bring him his favorite Play station CD.  I freshened up and went downstairs where my family was watching news on BBS. Like any other parents, they asked me about my journey, exam and life at college.
After dinner, I was back in my room unpacking my stuffs when I heard a knock on my door. It was kinley my little brother, and knowing the reason why he came, I handed him with the CD. He was about to go when suddenly he turned around and said “Azhim Sonam passed away last week”. In the next minute I was before my mother as pale as ever, filled with unlimited questions. My mother as always knew my unspoken words and told me everything.
Sonam, my only best friend since childhood had been suffering from kidney failure since last two years. She was hospitalized three months ago and was undergoing dialysis and treatment, when finally she died last week. I could feel the tears blinding my eyes, my heart racing and legs trembling terribly making it unbearable to stand. The heaviness in my heart has exceeded its bar past my tolerance and there came my tears like an outburst of heavy rain.

Everything seemed clear now, I sensed the confusion inside me untangling vividly. All my anxiety, discomfort and bizarreness were because my heart already felt the lost of my best friend. So it is true that sometimes a hearts sees and hears beyond what eyes and ears can do. The very next day I was at Sonam’s house before her parents offering my sincere condolence.

Friday, February 28, 2014

Good Spouse for Better Parents

Vehicle was put to halt when the traffic was stopped as the workers were busy with blacktopping of the road. When I stared out of the window into another car which was also waiting for the traffic release, an adorable laughter of baby boy on his mother’s lap in the front seat and playing with his father who was sitting on driver’s seat caught my attention. At that point of time my eyes staring at that child I was lost in thoughts of relationships.
It is very interesting to note how the status of one relationship imparts changes to another relation. A spouse and parents, two different relationships but indeed very important roles one is bound to take up at one or other point of life time. When one decides to take a role of a spouse, one should be aware of his upcoming role as a parent.
It is important for a person to realize that if one cannot be a good spouse then the title of a better parent is lost naturally. A child will never give his father a title of best dad even if the father fulfills all the desires of his child but fails to keep the mother of that child happy. As such a mother does not deserve a title of better mom though she understands and cares even the basic needs of her child but fails to shower her husband with love and affection he deserves.
There should be proper balance for both the relationships to survive. Only love from parents is not sufficient for the better upbringing of a child. The child should have an environment where he gets to receive love as well as see love between his parents. Unhealthy environment will ultimately lead the child to a conclusion that a son would never want a wife like the one his father has or a daughter would not want her prince charming to be like her mother’s husband. If the unhappy status of the relationship between parents persists then there is a chance that the child’s perception about marriage will never be positive and would land up being scared to take in such relationship in their future.
Suddenly the loud sound of engine brought me back from my thoughts. The block was released and the car beside my vehicle was already leaving. So I waved a bye bye to that baby who was at that time looking towards my side (still smiling) and I concluded that “you need to protect the status of good spouse in order to earn a title of better parents.”