Monday, June 01, 2015

Moving Down To The Memory Lane Of My Life...

Ah ! When I was a child the world seemed to be a place of joy and happiness to me. Whenever I cried somebody picked me up. When I did not like to sit alone, I was always in somebody's arms. Truly, childhood is free from cares. There are no duties and responsibilities on the shoulders of a child. Even when someone dies in the family, a child is not touched. Last time I met with the status updated by  Tashi Namgay Kidney,Few
hours before..My daughter asked me a question over phone call. "Apa...When are you coming?". I told her "Baby I will come within a week". She is OK with that. She won't know her father is getting cooked with 39 degree celcious here.haha
A child truly lives in a bliss of ignorance had innocence.

When I was 6 years two months old, I was sent to a small but nice school. Soon I made friends with Tika Maya and few more girls. Even now I clearly remember faces of my school friends and teachers
When I was young I did not like my school teacher
because sometimes they used to beat me. I was severely beaten by our so called school captain, just because I didn’t pick up the paper. I lost interest in going to school because I was bullied by elder in the school. It is good that the system of beating and bullying is abolished now. We had to go to school early in the morning. In the beginning, like most girls, I was unwilling to get up early in the morning and go to school. Mom promised me to give few ngultrums every day (Ngultrum is a Bhutanese currency), what I used to buy was either the sticker or balloon. My dad after his resignation from job, he started working in the local government. So, during lunch break I always run towards my dad workplace and ask for money. He used to buy me a Parle-G… Which I cannot put an end to Parle-G still because my dad made me to fall in love with it.
Rowdy childhood till college...
As I was interested in my studies I enjoyed going to school. It was in December 17, 1997 was the first day where I could prove myself that I did degree in class PP and I could bring a wide smile in the faces of my parents. I was innocent girl then, I was very small as well…
You know, I truly unloved the people who took over my position. Indra Khatiwara stood first, followed by Mon Bdr Subba and third position is always for me. Later, in class four a girl Called Leki Wangmo came and took over the second position. Though hated her presence but I was helpless L the older I grew the mischievous I became. In the afternoon, we played all sorts of games and pranks in the street, and I always went home late. My father was very firm when it comes to disciplines and time. I always lied to him. I was a liar then. The good point about me was, I never fought with my mates, if elder tries to bully I used to cry but I never fought back, I wish I still accumulate that habit in me…now I am a lady kind of win-win… I have to win, either by combating or by struggling.  Whenever I saw a people passing on the way, I would enlighten them by saying. ‘Tapaikaha janubhako’  May I know where are you going? In a very long polite tune haha, just to gain sympathy :P, some people would offer me with chocolates too :P …

My elder brother who was very naughty, then wiser now, what he will do was, whenever he sees a man walking, he will pull their hat and he would disappear through small lanes… Huge complain will arrive before he reaches home. Father held him firmly by his arm without any say… When father was about to beat him, my mother always came forward to save him. He was always left off with a strong scolding. A father, though loving often strict, but a mother is always tender to her children though she shouts for minute reasons… My mother always saved my brother from the anger of my father. #Haha just a comparison of our characters with my brother when we were young... Now, it’s exclusively opposite between our characters. I used to get angry quicker and I have no patience at all…but my brother he have grown up as a wise man…

Two years back I guess I have shared you about struggle for my primary education. If you didn’t go through it, then please do that.
I gained trust from all my teachers. They would love me a lot. Once Madam Chimmi, who is my root mentor, once collected all the marbles and she asked me to throw in Panakhola(A river b/w my home to school). Sonam Tenzin, my close friend Yeshi’s brother asked that marbles to give him, I didn’t listen to him instead have thrown all the marbles in the river. Later Aucho(referred to elder brother) Sonam Tenzin swam and collected half of the marbles. I thought of reporting back to madam but he consoled me by giving a mango. Corruption here right :P
At the age of mid 13, I left my village school and I was admitted to one of the hospitable boarding school. You know, before admission we were oriented about the rules and regulations of hostels as well as we were given a list of things required as a boarder student. I exactly remember the dress of Daga High School(adhang mathra). They asked us to bring a dress having a red stripes. If we happened to buy a dress colour having a yellow stripes they will not accept, that’ was what I heard during orientation time.  So, we were sent back and they asked us to come back after 5 days.
I did shopping as per their instructions during orientation and I went back to school.
It was an admission time. I was slim petite girl as if I was suffered from marasmus :P. The admission committee made a semicircle with their yellow files in tables. It was my turn then. They asked me to submit my file. I did it. Then, they asked me; weather I am a border or a DAYSCHOLAR… It was a fact that I never heard of terms BOARDER_DAYSCHOLAR…That was truly a new vocabulary for me.
Huge voice rose, ‘Are you a Boarder or a Day scholar?’
I was bemused, I thought they are talking about the DRESS COLOUR :P…
You know how I responded them, :P ’My DRESS COLOUR is red’  :P
Laughter exploded and diffused whole room L
 Rowdy teachers! That’s what I have mumbled. L
They again enquired me weather I am a boarder or a day scholar, until they were saturated with my claptrap-hilarious answer. I regretted by not taking my dress :P haha else I might have convinced them by showing my DRESS COLOUR lolxxx :P.

Next funny incident was happened subsequent day of my admission. You know I kept my hair very long …I was actually a black sheep in school, with only a girl with long hair.
 My class teacher was Greece sir, an Indian teacher. I was called in the office for explanation for keeping my hair long. So, I was accompanied by Tsering Lhamo enthusiastically, and the fact was she came from Jigme Lossel Primary School in Thimphu. They say Thimphu's students are good in English.To prove the fact I have asked her to go with me.
Greece sir yelled,’Wa u Kee ya Hea nong’ (zai, every hairs on my head erected, listening to his manly voice. I bet he uttered words from his nose :P haha kidding aside, he was a good teacher thoughJ)

I knew, he was saying, ‘Why did u keep your hair long?’
That was the expected question, so I was already there with an answer taught by Tshering.
‘If I cut my hair,My hair will be long-si-ling’
 I wanted to say, If I cut my hair,My hair will stand…
Aww,he nearly reached me and smashed :P
He was furious and he called Maam Leki and she civilly asked me in dzongkha where I could clarify her in detail… Haha…

If I keep on wring then it will be a Bible/Mahabharat so, let me stop here. I am not selling a hot air :P. That’s fact about me. I grew in age, worries about my studies and small worldly matters came upon me, so I started thinking about future and I always wanted to become an engineer... I couldn’t catch my dream but I am happy the way I am today... I will also bring you the hilarious story of my hostel life. Please stay tuned with it :P
The memory of these good days makes me happy…
So, jotted down yesterday on gloomy Sunday…
Happy Holiday For My Bhutanese Friends Stay Blessed and  To All My Beautiful Visitors, Stay Safe And Beautiful ForEver J

Love you all for being my constant inspiration ;)
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