We are more than what we are..

We are not just a single human entity,
  We are a part of our families.
    We are not just a part of our families,
      We are a part of our communities.
         We are not only a part of a community,
           We are a part of our districts.
            We are not just a part of our districts,
              We are a part of our nation.
                We are not only a part of our nation,
                  We are a part of our mother Earth.
                     We are not just producers,
                      We are also consumers.
                        We are not only creators of things,
                         We are also the destroyers.
                          We are not just a friend to others,
                          We are also their enemies.
                         In the eyes of gods we are animals,
                     But in the eyes of animals we are gods.
                In the eyes of other people, we may seem just a single person,
            But to the world, we are everything.
So whatever we do, there will always be some impact on the society, nation and the world being a part of them. If we shake one of the branches of a tree then the whole thing will move. Likewise we being a part of our families, societies, nation and the world, the kind of thing we do will affect them accordingly. So let us be a good human individual as to make our world a better place to live in and make our world no different from paradise.

       

         
               

Story of a butterfly.

Story narration had once been our most popular and refreshing entertainment in our primitive societies which were devoid of modern facilities. On the other hand, story narration had also served as sleeping tablet for us. I still remember our siblings fighting over the place near to our grandpa to listen stories from him. Our grandpa would never deny our request and he would be narrating the stories one after another until he finds us all asleep. I also remember, going out to sleep with brother Sherab because he would have a collection of hilarious stories which would make me laugh to the tears and would also make me stomach ache owing to incessant laughing. But now with the advent of modern infrastructure like TV, Radio, computers, phones etc...our traditional customs and cultures are gradually diminishing like a fading color. Nowadays we can see almost all the people regardless of sex and age, watching TV, listening to musics and playing games in the computer. So I sometimes wonder that can there be a single person who is keen interested in listening to a story?? I have a big doubt on it. We can't let our valuable cultures and customs disappear just that way. It is our responsibilities to preserve. So, I as one of the responsible citizens of our nation, let me share a short story to rejuvenate our valuable customs and also to

make you all realize the changes we have gone through. Here it begins......

A man found a cocoon of a butterfly.One day a small opening appeared.He sat and watched the butterfly for several hours as it struggled to squeeze its body through the tiny hole.Then it stopped, as if it couldn’t go further.So the man decided to help the butterfly.He took a pair of scissors and snipped off the remaining bits of cocoon.The butterfly emerged easily but it had a swollen body and shriveled wings.
The man continued to watch it,expecting that any minute the wings would enlarge and expand enough to support the body,Neither happened!
In fact the butterfly spent the rest of its life crawling around.It was never able to fly.
What the man in his kindness and haste did not understand:
The restricting cocoon and the struggle required by the butterfly to get through the opening
was a way of forcing the fluid from the body into the wings so that it would be ready for flight once that was achieved. Sometimes struggles are exactly what we need in our lives.
Going through life with no obstacles would cripple us.We will not be as strong as we could have been
and we would never fly.

Hope you all have enjoyed the story....

Loss of a pen can be a cause of the death.....

It may sound funny and unbelievable as well because til-date nobody might have heard the news about the death of a person due to loss of a pen.Well, you are right. I even didn't see or hear any news on it. But if we really analyze and think logically then loss of a pen can be an ultimate cause of the death. You must be wondering how it can be possible. So just go through the following lines and you will come to know how it causes the death.

Lost your pen= no pen
No pen=No notes
No notes= No study
No study= Fail
Fail= No diploma
 No diploma= No work
No work=No money
No money= No food
No food= Skinny
Skinny= Ugly
Ugly= No love
No love= No marriage
No marriage= No children
No children= Alone
Alone= Depression
Depression= Sickness
Sickness= Death.

Lesson: Don't lose your pen. you will die..

So don't think that accidents, diseases, drugs and alcohol intoxication are the only causes of the death. Even losing your things can be one of the causes. It sounds funny..right???  I know you all would pick up a debate with me on this. But I didn't write it to bring debate among us. I just wrote it for fun. So enjoy reading it.....Have fun!!!!!!!!!!

Funny things in the examination hall

It was during examination, I went to do my exam, well organized myself but my mind seemed blank. As soon as I entered the exam hall, a sheet of paper was handed over to me by one of the invigilators. Definitely it was an answer sheet and on its first page there were some blanks to be filled up. Registration number, course name, course code and the date are the things I was supposed to fill those blanks with. Then I started filling up those blanks. I knew my registration number and the date. But as I went on filling up the blanks I got struck where I was to write course name and the course code. I could remember the course code vaguely but I had a big doubt on it. So I have left it unfilled.  I didn't know the name of the course which I am supposed to know actually. But the most luckiest thing was that there was no space for filling up with the name of a subject teacher. If it had come then I would have elapsed almost entire time thinking the name of the subject teacher because I don't know the name of any of my professors. I only know by their faces.

So, I turned back where one of my friends was sitting behind me and asked him the course name. But what I got back from him was a broad smile. From his smile I knew he was also in the sixes and sevens like me. After sometime,he says that the course name will be there on the question paper. So we waited till the distribution of the question paper to fill up the remaining blanks. It would be a great shameful on my part if I were the only one who is remiss to the extent of not knowing the name of the subject that I have studied. There were few students of my kind and it was sort of a relief for me because I wasn't the only negligent person in this universe.

The boy sitting beside me was more pathetic than me. He has got struck with the first blank itself where he was supposed to write the date. I saw him looking at my paper. I wondered why he was looking at my paper as if he is going to copy from me though our papers are different. But it wasn't the reason behind. He was trying to see the date. So, I smilingly told him the date. One of his doubt has been cleared by me. But that wasn't the only doubt he was having. Like me, he was asking his adjacent friends for the course name and the course code. To his dismay,the response he received from his buddies was" Mu je be pata nai" which in our language means' I also don't know'. Likewise I could hear from every corner of the room asking the same thing for one another. I felt funny inside and at the same time made me realize what kind of people we are. Not knowing what exam we were going to write on is akin to walking through a path having no idea of where it leads without proper destination. So, what you all can say about us??? please give me a word by which such people like us can be called or described. Take it as a favor to me. I know there will be a specific word but I could not find it. Everyone....don't back off to give me an answer...I will be waiting for your response..

                           Thank you........

My battle against the death......

It stills wets my eyes and drag me to misery when I reminisce over the incident that had happened in 2006, when I was only class six.  It was indeed a bitter part of my life which I had never expected. You all might be wondering what could have happened to me and also some of you might be eager to know the incident. I would rather call that incident" My battle against the death"

When I was in class six at Shingkhar Primary School, I fell seriously ill beyond my tolerance. I had had a very tough time undergoing the serious illness. I thought my life was coming to a full stop because the pain was unendurable for me. Moreover, I could see my condition  worsening day by day and hope of my recovery was at the least. Though I was not in total  consciousness because of the pain, I could hear my family and relatives weeping around me. At the most I could hear the crying of my mom. Hearing them crying, tears welled down my cheeks naturally out of emotion. But I was too frail to utter them all a single consoling word. I just kept sobbing and praying for my lords to save my life.

Not only could I hear the noises of those people who had come to see me but also the sounds of religious instruments. I could see a few laymen performing rituals sitting around me. Seeing them saying prayers for my recovery, a little bit of hope of recovery had developed within me as I thought that the gods would hear their prayers and my prayers and save me from leaving the world. My family and villagers had done every possible thing to save my life. Even my teachers and few of my mates had visited me and told me that my school family had also conducted long prayers upon hearing that I was on the journey to death. Hearing those honey words made me tearful thinking how loving and caring are my mates and teachers! So I thought I was both fortunate and unfortunate person. Fortunate to have affectionate family, helping villagers and loving teachers and mates. But unfortunate for having fallen a prey to the death among millions and millions of people. But luckily I was saved from being trapped by the death.

So, like me, everyone must have fought the war with the death. If not, don't worry. You will have your own share. Albeit we win sometimes over the death, but one day we are certainly going to defeat. For the  death is the greatest enemy for us. Though our armed forces battle for our country but no one can battle against the death. The only preparation we can do to fight against it  is by being a good human being. Always remember that death is either ahead of us or behind us. It may at anytime pull us with it or pull back with it. No matter whether we are being pulled back or front, we can't escape from it. No matter how we are or what we have or what post we hold, death is unbiased. So fear the death and always do good deeds.If all of us do good things then our society, nation and the world will automatically become a harmonious place to live in and we  won't need a  separate paradise.


                                      Thanks....

Right title to right person......

Actually we ought to hold at high veneration the word so called"Sir" because this title is not so easy to get. Do you remember that in the 19th century, there was only one person who had been offered with the title"Sir"by the British Empire??? That person was none other than our first Druk Gyelpo Gongsa Ugyen Wangchuck who had brought a historical changes in our country. He was one and only sir in our country. But with time its value has gradually started to dwindle and now in this 21st century the title "sir" has become universal prefix to the names of every individual. I feel that ordinary people like us don't deserve this title. However, in today's world owing to the lack of deference towards our traditional culture and custom, everything is taken for granted by the people. No one bothers to analyze the things. I personally feel that it is extremely vital to use appropriate title what they really deserve. We can't call fish to whatever creatures that live in the water because they have their own names. Likewise we can't call everyone sir because we also have our own entitlements.  But don't get me wrong here. I don't mean to say that we should call by their designations or occupations.  Everyone must be knowing the ways how we should be calling others in our societies. We should not misuse the titles as we like.

Using the title'sir' to everyone is akin to drinking water without knowing the source. I personally feel this way. But you all may have different perceptions on it. Do you all feel proud or comfortable when somebody calls you sir or madam,while you are not in actuality???? For me it sounds like insult and feel awkward at the same time. I don't like somebody calling me sir as I am not a right person to have this title. Actually it is respectable and meant to be used with highly accomplished personnel and prominent persons like our magnificent kings.

A person who teaches a student is called a teacher, in our language-Lopoen. This is the another title that we are misusing. Are all the people teachers??? Obviously no.. right??? But knowingly why do we call them lopoen?? This is the question to be raised within ourselves. Misusing this title would be a great humiliation to our diligent teachers who all work tirelessly for the betterment of our future citizens of our nation because it evidently shows that they are the least respected personnel in the societies. They would also feel demotivated. So it is awfully essential to use proper title to proper person. Don't ever get mixed up water with alcohol. Though both are colorless but the taste is different. So the same with us..Though we all are human beings but our fates and entitlements are different.
 So, I will be glad to have opinions on it from you guys...


                               THANK YOU....

Realize the changes....

The world we are living today is not the world that our ancestors had lived in. The world in course of their times had been so tough for them. Their lives were indeed a living-hell for them all. Sometimes I wonder if they would have ever heard the word " Change?" Because there were no changes at all in their lives. People were isolated by the high mountain ranges and hills and the deep valleys and terrains. But today we can feel and see that our mother-land(Earth) had gone through so many alterations overcoming all sorts of challenges and obstacles. Today's world is a new world, well equipped with modern infrastructure. This is the world of 21st century where our world is on its continuous move towards modernization. Today our life has become easy and comfortable. People say" Life is not a bed of roses" but comparing to the living styles of our forefathers, I feel that our lives deserve to be called 'the bed of roses'.

There was a time where inter-personal and group communications were only possible and if there were some important messages to be passed from one place to another, it had to be routed either through the post-man or some responsible persons. And the sender had to keep awaiting for the reply which would take more than a week or two. There was also a time where we would  find those rejected letters and break up letters of young lovers sometimes inside the dustbin and sometimes on the way which now it can be found only in the inbox of their cells. People had to walk on foot while travelling to other places and they had to spend night on the way under the trees and caves. Long trips even caused muscle-cramp. But today's people travel by vehicles,planes,trains, ships and all and hold their nights in the comfortable hotels if they have to. Unlike our olden people, today we don't have to hold the night on the way which is actually very troublesome.

 The smoke-full houses have now become illuminated by the electricity and we don't have to make fire which makes us dizzy by blowing it till the woods start flaming. Day and night have become the working hours for those hard-workers  because of light. Torch had been at high demand when there was no electricity but now we can see street lights and mobile light. Today's people have become more greedy than our forefathers. In the olden days, even the nearby villages were as if they had been divided into the seven continents because there was not at all interaction among them and they barely move out of their provinces. But now in this 21st century, even the seven continents have become just like a small global village. Now the scenario of the world has entirely changed from the past. We can see, chat and also talk with the people across the globe. Moreover today's people have become dependent on machines. Nobody like to work in the fields. Everyone dreams to work in the office with computers and this is one of the reasons why there are higher rates of unemployment not only in our country but also in other parts of the world. There are so many noticeable changes which I have not mentioned. So, sometimes I get lost in imagining the future world. I wonder how this world will be like, in times our upcoming generations.. But I am certain that our world will be totally different from how it is during our time. Such thoughts sometimes prompt me to wish if there was no death so that I will be able to see the changes till the world ends.

why beggars????

Beggars of all ages-young and old can be seen everywhere across the globe and Bhutan is not an exception. So do we sometimes bother to ask ourselves why there are beggars?? Are they to be blamed or not?? Are they responsible for their deeds?? These are the certain questions that we should ask ourselves and find answers to those questions. We can't simply blame them without knowing anything about them.None of us will know what are their problems and what prompted them to be the beggars. We should also feel guilty and shameful when we see some of our people begging because it shows how negligent and ignorant are we towards our poor sections of the societies. Even the government is responsible for that. The government should look after the well being of the marginalized societies and strive towards lifting up those poor sections of the country. We know nobody wants to be a beggar. They must not have even dreamed of becoming a beggar. They must have been obliged by some circumstances.

On contrary those beggars should be shameful more than us. They should think over the life they are living and ask themselves," Why we are only the beggars among the millions and millions of people?" Is that they do because they are left only with that choice or because they wanted to live an easy life by cadging from others without working by themselves?? It is hard to know their intentions. If they had been  obliged by certain circumstances I feel that they can overcome it if they are really dedicated to their lives. Let me share one true story from which we will find one reason for why do people beg.

Shila Ghosh is a 83 year old women who lives at Pali in West Bengal. Every day she commutes from her place to Kolkata to sell her fries. She travels afar by bus. The pedestrians out of respect and sympathy buy the fries from her. After the death of her only son due to cancer, she works tirelessly despite her old age. She earns around 400 rupees daily but it isn't adequate for her family of four. Circumstances could have obliged her to beg but her dignity and respect is everything for her, she says she would work till the end of  her life rather than begging on the streets. She has chosen to solve her problems on her own as it said.'God helps those who help themselves"

So, I wonder while such an old lady can work for her family, why can't others????? It explicitly indicates that beggars are bother-less about their lives and they are just as lazy as local pigs. If they have self-esteem like this old woman then they will also work for their own livings. So I think those beggars should put a big question mark whenever they beg for something. They are simply worse than the animals..Even the animals know how to earn their livings. So I feel that it is our responsibility to help them come out of beggary lives to the standard living styles. We need not give them money or clothes, Just try to alter their mindsets and make them realize their own mistakes. if we can take our own shares of responsibility towards reducing the number of beggars than I think one day our world will have very less beggars. Lets join our hands and work towards making a beggar-free world.

Our life is full of mixed memories..

When I was a small kid I would wake up early as soon as the dusk of night gives its way to dawn.  Putting on the torn-out pant and shirt, I would go out of my house and call out my friends at the top of my shrieking voice. We were in-deed neighbors but I would rather call them my playmates because we would play every game that we know almost from morning till evening. Calling us by our moms for the meals had somehow become their daily routine. But we would go reluctantly. Sometimes we would even grimace upon hearing them calling 

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our names and breaking in our games. Out of many games, we would prefer to play mask-dances where there would be some clashes among us for the post of champoen( head of the mask dancers) because all of us would like to play the role of champoen. Sometimes we would play hide- and- seek game, abcd game and sometimes archery and khuru. We even would not bother if we had eaten our food or not as we would be fully engrossed with our own business. Such had been my childhood life that it was unforgettable. I had wonderful childhood friends albeit we had exchanged some slaps and blows occasionally.

As I grew old enough I was admitted in the school called Shingkhar Primary School, the one and only school in our gewog that time. When I was in school I felt desolated as I was segregated from my friends who were left back at home herding cattle and some being baby-sisters. I would always wish if they would come and play as we had been playing back at home. But with time I could feel myself getting better as I came to know new friends. I would simply call them my primary classmates. If I share about my life with them it will even come to a solid booklet. So let me just conclude that they had been good and helpful to me. Seven years of my life had passed in primary school without even knowing how it had passed. I was graduated from that school and supposed to join the higher school.

In the year of 2007, I joined my higher school( Zhemgang Higher Secondary school) in class seven. I was astounded to see so many students which I thought myself that it is going to come around 1000 students but later I came to know the actual strengths of the school and it was more than 700 students which was still surprising for me because in our primary school we would hardly have 100 to 200 students. While we had shortage of students even in one class at primary school, there were many students of  same batch which led to section division.  I was in section A and we were 34 in total. At first we all were strangers and would not talk to each other. But as our intimacy grew day by day, I found them all so jolly and affable. 

Some of us, we had made the same journey till 12 but sadly some of them could not make up with us..As it is said that gathering is always followed by departure, the time has come for us to depart from each other. Though it was distressing we were helpless because we had to accept the fate. So 2012 was officially a departing year for us. What remained back of our long time togetherness was a sweet memories of those moments. I really had a very great time with them all. I still do miss my classmates and friends.

An Apology to my professor

Dear sir,

I found no other appropriate words which can convince you how much I feel sorry for you. Nonetheless I want to extend my heart-felt apology for being so wild out of anger and disappointment. Only after I reached my home did I realize that I have had told so many things even those which should not have actually told. And frankly speaking, I regretted a lot for going against you. Actually whatever sir says I should be taking your words positively. But that time when sir cursed me unexpectedly for no reason in front of the crowd, I really got hurt and at the same time your words have resented me. So without even knowing myself what I was saying, so many bad words had gone out of my mouth. I know you also must have gone insane by my words but I really didn't say from my heart. I just happened to be wild out of anger. I even didn't have any bad feelings or revenge to be taken on you. Please understand me sir.

It is said that we become wild when we are dominated by anger and frustration. From that incident I too realized that it holds its true meaning. Anger makes us go out of consciousness to the extend that we even don't know ourselves what we were doing. I am sure I will lag far behind in understanding human minds and behaviors when compared to sir. So, hope sir would forgive and forget the unexpected scene we two have gone through. It was purely out of anger, not out of hatred. I don't have even a bit of hatred towards sir but what I have told you in my anger,  now always makes me feel guilty and sorry for you. I swear hence-forth I will never repeat the same mistakes no matter how hard the situation I may come across. But I solemnly apologize sir for what I have done earlier. I am so sorry for that..sir..

Yours loving student.

Story of my unsuccessful love

I still remember few of us being summoned by our head-master( when we were at Primary school we used to call our principal -head-master or head teacher) to his quarter and asking whether my cousin brother named Kezang Wangpo was in relationship with a girl called Rinchen Dema who was our school captain. In response we had stayed in total silence  not knowing what our principal was trying to talk about because at that time we were too young to construe what love or relationship is. Upon seeing us like a dumb he explained in dzongkha and we responded that we don't know anything about their relationship. Then he let us to leave the place. I wondered how people fall in love with one another?? After all, all are human beings and we should love all equally. This question has always remained in my mind until I found answer to this question by myself. Yes! love really exists. Our love for all and our love for our loved ones is entirely different. When I say that I have found answer by myself, you guys may think that I might have done research on it. But no...I didn't do any research or wandered around the globe in search of answer. I came to know from my own life experience. I will be glad if all my friends could share little bit of your love stories, be it successful or , ,unsuccessful, it doesn't matter at all. All I want is to go through your stories. But for now, let me share my love story. You would have already grasped the gist of my story by the title itself. Though my story is about unsuccessful love but let me make it successful in interpretation. Here it begins....

Without beating around the bush, let me straight away jump to my story. It was my first journey to the destination of love when I was in 9th grade. Frankly speaking, I didn't have any intention or desire to get into the relationship with anyone. I just happened to be in relationship out of joke as it's rightly said that terrible joke has its terrible end. I didn't have any feelings for her as we were not lovers by fate. Sometimes I would forget myself whether I was really in relationship with that girl or not. I even didn't bother if she loved me or not. We didn't go for a date even for a once also. Sorry I tend to forget to mention one thing. One evening we had had a movie show and that time my friend had arranged for our together-sitting. I could not deny my friend's plan so I had stayed beside her but didn't exchange a single word with her. But then I would say that it was my first date with my first love. You know guys...how rude had I been to her??? It was one evening before the start of our annual exam that I received a wishing card from her. Without even going through it properly I just kept aside and didn't reply also. That was one of the most regretful thing in my life. I still feel guilty when I remember it sometimes. From then on our relation remained in suspense. The year has come to an end and we went to our home. We didn't have contact at all during the break.

First part is over. Now let me begin with the second part. It was probably at the mid term of the year of 2010 that my second love story made its way into my life. I would say that it was a revenge from the lord above for disrespecting my first love. Because my second love was quite tough and gave me a bitter experience. It would seem quite funny to you all to know that my second girl friend was from the same class of my first girl friend.It had happened same like with my first love but the feelings were different from my first love. My second girl and I had been in the same class for two years in class 7 and 8 but I didn't have any feelings for her that time. So, sometimes I feel funny that why it was only in class 10 that I had developed feelings for her and why not in previous years.

As my friends kept on teasing her, I gradually developed a strong feelings for her to the extent of my heart -ache. I had fallen in deep love with her. I would not bother that I have to appear board exam. All I would do was writing about her and looking at her photos. I would keep her photo under my pillow and sleep making a wish to see her in the dream. Since she was not good in studies, I would prepare notes and send to her. I would always think to make her study hard and get through the board exam but all my efforts went in vain. She could not climb the next level of education. When I brood over it, I had been quite stupid to have wasted my time and effort for that girl because besides my great love and care for her, what she gave me in return was a hard blow to my heart- a great betrayal, a bitter taste to my life. Making her another boy friend to call me on phone was her great betrayal and that has almost frozen my heart and made me shed an ocean of tears. I could not study for my exams. I did my exams unprepared with unstable mind and painful heart. But thank God! I had qualified for the higher education while she could not. And I thought that she was punished by the god for betraying me as I was punished for disrespecting my first love. You see the circle of karma. It is amazing..right?? My second love came to a halt with tearful eyes and painful heart.

Part III

Since my heart was wounded badly by my second love, it took time to heal to the normal state.I was scared of exacerbating my already wounded heart if I fall in love with another girl. So I didn't make any girl friend when I was in class 11 and 12. But it doesn't mean that I didn't love any of the girls. Yeah..I loved two girls of my batch but didn't express my sensation because I felt pity to my broken heart. I just wanted to give rest to my heart and mind. And one thing was that I wanted to feel the difference between single life and couple-life and what I found was that being single was much better than having partner. Even after knowing the advantages of being single and also having undergone betrayal for several times, my lust for love has not dwindled a bit. Thinking that two year- break was enough for my heart I thought of setting off my journey to third love. After my class 12 examination, I came to Thimphu to see my result. 

One night I received a message from a new number and I wondered who it could be. With much eagerness to know who was that person, I replied asking her to induct briefly about her. Then she replied and I came to know that she is relative of one of my friends. Then I called her and talked for sometime and also made appointment to meet one day. Since we were strangers, my face turned reddish as if I have drank a cup of alcohol when we met for the first time. We walked for quite a long distances sharing about our school life. She seemed to be friendly and loving. That was her first impression on me.From that day onward we exchanged many text messages and sometimes made call also. let me not share everything we did. To be direct, I fell in love with her within a short span of time after our meet. So we broke the boundary of our friendship and got into relationship. She was my first date, my first hug but not my first kiss. I didn't kiss anyone till now except those small kids of my sisters and brothers.  I loved her truly  and deeply as I had loved my second girl friend. But she too was caught up by the disease of my second love because at last she too betrayed me in a way I was betrayed by my second love. Our relationship lasted for about 3 months only.

Part IV

As our locals say" The disease we get from alcohol can be cured by alcohol", I also searched for another girl to cure my love sick. It would sound funny because my fourth love was woman unknown. I just saw her in the face book but not in reality. I don't know how she is in reality but upon seeing her pictures made me fall in love with that unknown girl. Before I proposed her, I had chatted a lot with her. One night I asked for her mobile number and she did. With great excitement I called her but could not say that I love her. But from the next day I told her that I love her but she kept on making fun of my word. As I persisted on saying, she took my words at last and we got into relationship. We used to chat everyday and even make call no matter how much it costs us as I am in India and she in Bhutan. 

Our relationship has become quite open to all of my families and her families. Though we were unknown,I loved her in deep. I thought my love with her is going to be a successful one because our relationship lasted longer than my past relationships. Whenever misunderstanding occurred,i would cry like a small kid and beg for her forgiveness even though I wasn't at fault.I loved her with all my heart. Despite my true love for her, our love didn't reach a stage of success. What remained back of every love was an indelible memories which I do not like to remember at all. Love has been always unsuccessful to me.

Some of my friends may wish to know my four girl friends by their names. I have deliberately not mentioned their names because I thought of mentioning all of them together at the last.

My first love was Leki Dema. I still feel sorry for her.

Phurpa Tshomo happened to be my second love. I am thankful for her,, for she made me know the real taste of love.

My third love was Choki Zangmo. I am thankful for her for being my first date.

And my last love was Dorji Choden..I am grateful for her for being my unknown gal friend. I wish to see her once before my demise.

I got stuck on the way

It was during one rainy day, I was heading to my class by cycling. The road was quite muddy and slippery. At the top of that the traffic was quite congested  since it was time for everyone to dash to their respective classes. I was perplexed not knowing which side of the road to take because I could see many cars coming incessantly from both front and back of me and blowing horns as if they were celebrating a very important day. Since I am not much conditioned to cycling that noises of horns and rushing of cars made me even more confused. In the state of confusion I decided to take the right side of the road but it was more unlucky for me. As soon as I took right direction, one motor-bike was coming at its high speed but upon seeing me on the road he has speed down his car. Even I was also trying to stop my cycle but as brake my cycle was not functioning well I could not stop at once and went on till I hit on that motor-bike.

 

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I got flushed with embarrassment and became helpless. What I did was only said sorry for him and he left smilingly. That smile of him made me feel comfortable and put me at ease. No sooner did he leave than I found my cycle being damaged by that motor-bike. I was astounded to see my cycle twisted its original position and I took it to the side of the road to put it in its original position. But to my utter shamefulness, I didn't know how to re-position the parts of my cycle and I was left there like a lunatic boy. When I looked at the cell to see the time, it was almost time to enter the class. Though I was in a hurry I could not leave my cycle then and there and I kept endeavoring to fix it. But all my attempts were in vain. It even led me to irritation and frustration and thought of leaving it there because it was already a time for me to enter the class and I was worried that I won't get my attendance if I get late to class.

As I was about to leave my cycle there, one boy was coming smiling towards me because he knew that I was in trouble. Even without my request he came to me and fixed my cycle as before. I sighed with a great relief and thanked him for his kind aid. After that boy has gone, I rushed to my class cycling at a very high speed. Luckily I have reached my class on time and I stayed happily as if nothing has happened to me on the way. Thank God! and Thank that gentle man!! You saved me from my absenteeism in the class. Your kind job has made a big difference in my one-day schedule.
"Help others and others will help you" 

Message to my unknown girl.

Sometimes I wonder how I had fallen in love with u. It was somewhat like a blind man falling in love with the melancholy of a unseen girl. Even without seeing in actuality, I had developed an unconditional sensations on you. Before long I apprise you how I felt about you did I realize that I was already in deep love with you.

With the fear of my heart getting burst open by those hidden feelings for you, one day I made up my mind to let you know how I feel inside about you with heavy heart and with great fear inside. I didn't have a hope that you would accept my words but thank god! it didn't happen as I hoped.

After your entrance into the lonesome world of mine,it has entirely altered the scenario of my life. From then on I realized the power of love and the value of our loved ones.

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How much would I yearn to spend all my times with you? How much would I love to hear your soothing voice?, You would have never known it. Every single moment of my life I would be always in thought of you. My ardent love for you has even made me forget my  family and friends. I loved you to that extent, my dear!

I have experienced all tastes of my life by being with you. Sometimes you would put me to the peak of happiness and sometimes to the bottom of depression. But none of your behavior could curtail my feelings for you. My love for you would always stay unchanged. Sometimes we would spend hours and hours exchanging each other's future plans and I would be over joyed when you say" I want to be with you forever". I don't know how you would have felt whenever I  say you that I will end my life with you but whatever I used to tell you was truly from my heart.

Day by day I noticed myself drowning into the ocean of your love but then I could not control myself. I just let it happen thinking that love is precious for me when its you. I thought our love is going to be a successful one and that thinking would make me love you more. But it didn't go as I wished. As the days pass-by, Our love has become hard on both of us. Misunderstandings prevailed into the heaven of our love. How much I have sobbed like an infant baby, you still would be remembering. Sometimes I would pass a sleepless-night crying like a baby when the things don't go well between us. My mind feels sorry for my heart because it was my mind that made my heart fragile and painful.

From the day our love has become troublesome, my hope of being with you has dwindled but I still would hope for the betterment of our future. But one day all my dreams got shattered when you have proclaimed that our relationship has come to end. At first I went dumb-founded, then gradually I realized that its of no use being with the one who don't care about me. So I was left with no other responses than to take in your words.

I would have been in peace if you have gone entirely out of my life but you know??? Even after our break-up you still occupied some portions of space in my heart and that left me still in pain.

But with times I could find myself becoming fine. I don't blame you for leaving me in desolation and despair..Instead I  am awfully grateful for coming into my life and leaving me with a great lesson in my life. We met as unknown and also ended as unknown. Wishing to see you once before my demise. Anyway thank you for everything you did for me....I have had a very great time with you...