Congratulations To me: I passed

After a very long wait, perhaps the longest, finally we got our result. Pillow under my head just a few minutes ago and there i got my phone beeped with heavy vibration. I almost rejected but i didn't.

"Onng!!, Gache mo?"

"slept?, give me your Index number", my friend, Baku, said from the other side.

I sprang from my bed and reached my finger to the log on button of my laptop.

"Result out yasonuya?"

"ya, give me fastttt...."

" Sorry dost and yeah,thank you baku!!" I hung up.

Heart beat was into a racing mode now. As the laptop welcomed me, my mind jumping up and down. The desktop icon flashed it's light. Still it took some more time to load the whole icons. I 'refreshed' it again and again.
And, clicked the "google chrome", "www.rguhs.ac.in", "examination result" and there.......i saw, towards the left side of the table...MLT RS2. YES!! result was out. Heart raced faster.

Reluctantly and slowly i entered my register number and closed my eyes for a moment. My heart missed a beat when i finally saw it.

CONGRATULATIONS!! I passed!! Not only passed but i got pretty colorful result this year. "Distinction", it brought me more pull towards my smile. I have managed to get more than 75%.
Last time i felt like this was when i got my class 10 BCSE result. Totally unexpected, exceptionally good marks. :p. haha..self praise is a donkey praise.. The thing is i am very much happy.


I would have been more happy if it was my future RCSE result. If it was it, then, i will have no more exams to do, but have a secured job enough to share the burden of my parents. My parents would have been more happier than me and i would have been most happiest to pass on the news to them.
Hope to expect an unexpected happy shocking news in THAT future. LOL.

Beginning of 2014 January has brought a good start. :). 

When HE said.......

When he told he felt something while watching you from distance - it was one of the greatest truth he ever told to anybody.

When he said your smile radiated toxins of attractive beauty which he failed to notice before- it was the most honest compliment from the deep core of his heart.

When his heart started to beep in unusual manner- he knew, that time his heart wasn't with him, it was with you.

When he finally said, he want to give a part of his heart to be grafted with yours- it wasn't just words, it was the words worth more than 13 million dollars that you can earn in 13th day of a month every year.

When he asked you for a date, he asked for the memories of Love that he wanted to nurture and care all along the journey of his life with you.

When he told he wanted to marry you, he didn't just say it, he meant that because he knew he couldn't give a daughter in law more better than you to his parents.

When you said NO every time, he believed that he would change that to YES one day.

When he saw you being close to others other than him, he wasn't being possessive, he was just afraid that he was not making you comfortable enough for you to approach him first..

When friends moked him about you spending time with others instead of him, he consoled himself that it was going to change one day, one day you won't have space other than him.

When he got angry with you, he expected you to understand 'WHY' he was angry, not to hear you say, 'I don't like you doing that'.

When he comforted you with Lies sometimes, he wasn't expecting you to see him as liar. He was just not brave enough to see you hurt with his mistakes.

IF and only IF you had that powerful heart to dig inside him  and see through his eyes, you guys won't be this way. It wasn't a fault of either of you two. You had your own expectations and your own willingness. You did like him but couldn't understand him at all, neither did he to you. And relationship without understanding is just like a earth without Oxygen,. You will suffocate and die within your own surroundings.

First note of the year: Letter to my Blog.

Dearest Blog,

A very happy new year to you. Almost two years now that we have been together.

Since I came to know you, I found someone to lean on when I am grieved, someone whom I was able to share my happiest moments with full excitement, someone who would listen patiently with the comment box to answer me back. There were moments where I poured my anger to you, moments where I went through a series of sorrow and you were the only one trustworthy enough to understand me, moments where you always smiled back while I shared my opinions, be it good or bad. You always made me feel complete. It was a mere of luck and my hidden interest in writing that brought me closer to you and made me discover your presence inside me. I am grateful to you, the blogging universe and all those great inspirational bloggers who made me realize what was there in them was also in mine.

Now, that we are entering into yet another year of mystery filled future, you will have to bear more load of my experiences, my adventures, my thoughts that I would be sharing with you with my rough writings.

I am really thankful to you because in this two years, you brought me closer to the world. You introduced me with various bloggers in and out of Bhutan with high intellectual knowledge. I am just amazed by the way they put their thoughts into words and let it reach to the eyes of other people all around the world. Their words of advanced knowledge filled with wisdom of experiences keep me totally engulfed in an enchanted admiration. I am just happy that I am among them now though I am of no comparison to them. That’s not all, through them, I  even know their family members along with names and I am sure I will recognize them instantly, if they happen to encounter me suddenly. Whenever I sit to write something in my blog, I end up getting lost in reading  their blogs which I keep opened in another tab and finally forget . Their writings just wakes the inspirational seed inside me  and keeps knocking me to grow more and more and become like them every time I read. So, you ought to keep me motivated and continue your patience to listen to my stories and keep smiling more and more whenever I write. I will kick the pages of your ass harder this year because, this year, I won’t be as lazy as last year to keep the blog post vacant with long gaps in between. So, bloggy:  Be prepared and let us start afresh a new beginning.

Year draws near to end........

Dawn of new year is nearing and yet I haven’t thought of any resolution. I have no plans to have a resolution though, since it  has never got well along with me. I would rather want to go back to days, weeks and months that I have left behind to remember all the deeds that I have done. 

Our body is physiologically and psychologically organized in such a way that it is not in our hand to control certain emotions that we encounter in our life. Happiness tends to bring joy in us ultimately finding the world infront of us full of happiness and when sadness and anger creeps in, everyone around us is a disaster.

Like everyone, the year of snake for me had been a cup of sweet coffee some times while some had been poisonous enough to make the moments one of the worst nightmare.  There were times where I used to make whole lot of people laugh and smile and yet some boiled in anger sometimes because of me. Moments where I made great things out of everything and yet spoiled some things very badly. Times where I devoted myself in reflecting the state of impermanence and prayed for all living beings.  And yet, lost my track again and got involved in activities unhealthy for me if I were to take my last breathe. I did and enjoyed my life with my friends with the thought of not getting the gift of human life next again. Along with it, I did waste a lot of my precious time forecastinating and lengthening my life to be having still more 50 years to be alive. 

The most important people in my life, my parents had been happy throughout having to see me smile but I made my mother cry once because she couldn’t stand seeing me with a smile anymore since the smile was not natural but induced by ‘OH’. I might have smiled for a very much longer period where she couldn’t stop her tears falling down because my lips were stretch involuntarily by the toxic maize juice ( asham juice) in my blood.

Do’s or don’t, I have had both equally in my life. For the good do’s that I have done in the year 2013, I wish to have my motivation spirited high up and keep me up forever awaken with it and for all the don’ts which I would have done intentionally or unintentionally, I wish to beg for forgiveness and help me get rid of those stimulus which brings about those actions and prevent me from further committing it.

                                                                              

I pray that the “Prayers of those wearing red robes residing in isolated caves, Rimpoches, Lamas,

trulkus, and all the lay mans constantly meditating and begging pardon from the almighty of wisdom to free sentient beings from the world of suffering”  be fulfilled. 

AND….Happy New Year to the fellows all around the globe. May the year bring  star of lovely surprises to make your life glow with infinite voltage of glittering power.

A Wonderful Weekend: An encounter with imaginary Wangdue Phodrang dzong

Noticed something familiar???  Well, i did and realized only when I took a snap of it.

It was Saturday. Was a hurrah day for me after having a hectic continuous week of sleepy classes in the lecture room . As  evening approached with the sun dipping behind the hills spreading the beautiful reddish yellow rays, I took a ride on a bike with my friend towards the Amtalab park, the one and only place to be having a restful and peaceful weekend. The night there wasn’t so quite though, family, friends, couples all seated on the hard-stone seats  having a view of amtalab lake surrounded by glittering, colorful lights all around. 

Firstly, both of us wanted to fulfill the desire of our grumbling stomach asking for a delicious gobi manchuri or a pasta. We ordered a pasta plate each from the restaurant situated near by on the first floor with the open roof with fresh air kissing all around us and a beautiful view of the park below.

Delicious feast of the night: Mouth watering pasta.

Then, we strolled through the lighted street of the park where people were all enjoying the weekend feast of peaceful rest. All the seats were occupied, so we stood near the edge and had infront of us a magnificent lake shining with the reflections of moon and lighted houses around .

Just then, I turned around onto my left side where the hill occupying the ancient castle- like, long stones arranged one upon another about a 100 m long in height had my eye captured. The edge of the area was lightened by beautiful green glitters within a certain distance apart from eachother. In the day, we never take notice because it looks just like an old,dry muddy part of stones, attached to the hill. But when I took a picture of it, it instantly made me feel that the design somewhat or almost resembled what looked like the Wangdue Phodrang Dzong after the fire engulfed it completely last year. It  was as if I was standing on the highway road below, where my imagination took hold and  made my past memory of  Wangdue Phodrang Dzong resurface.  It felt ,as if the dzong has enliven just infront of me cutting thousands of distance and at that moment, it took me miles away from India only to have myself standing on a cozy stone watching the old, yet historically beautiful castle of Wangdue. I almost forgot about the dzong blazed into fire and how the history of many centuries also got burned along with it. Hope the reconstruction work is already on its way to completing.

It was a perfect weekend which took me back to my motherland and I have decided to often  visit that again to experience  the miracle of flying thousands of miles and tour above the gigantic, elephant castle.

Heavenly way towards the lake.

Amtalab lake

Imaginary fortress of Wangdue Phodrang Dzong in Raichur.

Mulee khang :Raddish stem

Chopped into pieces of about 2cm each, mixed along with onions and tomato and red chilli powder over it and some salt to add a taste. That become the traditional pickle( raddish stem ezay) of Bhutanese mostly common among the sharchop families prepared very easily and fast. That’s one of mother’s favorite. She would call upon her friends and neighbor aunts and deliciously prepare with lots of spicy talks  about other aunts and laugh out loud with their mouth wide open such that if we try to throw a grape, we wouldn’t miss the target. Hahaha!!( quite a exaggeration though…:D). It is included in most of our meal menu at home.

At home, it doesn’t flavor my taste bud much, so it wouldn’t be on my plate most of the time. But, here, yesterday when I saw the fresh raddish with long beautiful stems on it, it instantly triggered a picture of mother’s watery mouth and the way she used to eat with full delicacy and enjoyment. So, I thought to include that into our dinner menu so as to bring back my memories of home back alive.
I was sure that the flavor wouldn’t be as same as it used to be when my mother prepared but to my surprise, it tasted much more better and was delicious. I had some chili powder mixed with pepper brought from home during my vacation last month, I added that along with tomato and an onion. Some salt, ginger and garlic paste and little melted cheese from the curry we were preparing. Then, I mixed with full force of my palm and finally came to be like the one seen below in the picture.

Doesn't seem tasty in the picture though but we had it best with our meal.

Having to make traditional items in  a place  far away from our motherland is an enjoyable moment where few of us from same place get to be together and feel the presence of “home sweet home” air all around us.

Blog for change

Just like 'toast for change', 'taste for change' and 'dance for change', i chose to keep the title of my blog today as 'Blog for change' because i believe myself also to be a" freedom writer".
Since the day i read a review on this movie "freedom writers" in Sir Passu's blog few months ago, i had been searching to get hold of it. Luckily i got it just after a month i read about it.
Most of you must have read and watched the movie as well. I, too, have been straining my eyes time and again with this movie which, every time i watch awakens something powerful inside me( yet to discover that powerful thing...wink!!). That is why i wanted to give my own review on the movie to be shared online with my fellow readers.

Miss. Erin Gruwell

With a fight among the students, Miss Gruwell's first class in the school starts. Class divided into groups of different racial origin and everyone with hot burning grudge against each other, ever ready to start a battle. She tries hard to make the class peaceful and interesting. Instead of just lectures, she let the students understand her lessons through audio visual clips and through games. During one of her class, to bring some union among the parted class, she organizes a game where she let  them  stand on the line made on the floor if the question she ask correlates to their lives. A turning point strikes in which one of  her question silences the whole mood of the class. "How many of you have lost your loved ones, your friends, in a fight?". 90% of the students stands on the line. There, everyone realizes that they were not alone in case of losing someone they loved and understood the impact,  fights and angers brought in their lives.

To each one of them, she gives a diary where she tells them to write anything they want but to write and maintain everyday. All of the students come forward and jot down their own share of sorrow  they faced in their personal lives. By doing a part time job, Miss.G( as mentioned by students) buys the book " Diary of Anne Frank" and hand over each copy to the students and ask them to relate it to their lives. She takes them to the museum and shows the clips of the people who fought discrimination and racism during early centuries and what impact that brought to them. The constant hard work of Miss G pays off and soon she finds her students shining with positive changes. Everyone finds a reason to correct their lives. Miss G gains trust from all her students BUT unfortunately, the knot of her own  personal life loosens under the hands of unpredictable fate where she gets divorced with her husband. 
Despite all of that, she continues to support her class. She is a great inspiration to all the teachers around the world and  a picture form of example to the students to understand the difficulties, a teacher has to go through. 
The" freedom writer diary" depicts that we are not alone who come across disastrous challenges in life and teaches us how to tackle them. 

The two Miss.Gs with the freedom writers