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.
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| Rowdy childhood till college... |
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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