Tuesday, November 24, 2015

My all-time different travel experiences...

I know it is pretty late but there are some things that never become obsolete. So, let me share some of my travel experiences.
Since I reached Bhutan, most of the time I have been travelling for free. I mean without paying fares. As soon as I reached Phuntsholing, my classmate’s dad came to pick us up and I reached Tsirang (my home town) for free. Next day, my cousin brother picked me up and I reached home without paying a penny. Perhaps, my big forehead gathered all luck, otherwise, it is almost impossible to get vehicle during festival time forget about free travel.
 It was on 24th October and I had to reach Thimphu by any means. Otherwise, I would have missed second Community of Bhutanese Blogger’s Conference in Paro. And to my dismay, bus tickets were sold out for that day and also booked for another three consecutive days. I looked up in the sky and sighed, I have to reach Thimphu today by any means.  I had with me my brother. Taxis were full. None of the private vehicle cared to give us lift. Two of us stopped each and every vehicle. But none of them stopped. I was determined, more than determined to walk 72 kilometres to Wangdue, so that I can get lift. I knew it would be impossible to walk that long but I also knew I would reach there if I walk all day and all night.
After walking for almost three kilometres, we got lift. We travelled in it for next few kilometres and it wasn’t going beyond that. We walked again. Meanwhile, we were stopping every passing vehicle. After walking for a while, we were given a lift by a Bolero. After few kilometres, we were out. Alas. It seemed luck wasn’t favouring us. But one thing kept me moving – I have to attend the second blogger’s meet. That was it.
To our utter surprise, we got lift in a green Alto Car. The gentle and kind man was travelling with his family to Thimphu. We were full of smiles. We breathed in long and silently hi-fived. That was yet another free travel.

Thimphu to Paro. I was with Tashi Gyem in Madam Rekha’s elegant car. Should I say it was a free ride again? Three of us were talking about books, endlessly. Books? Boring talk? May be for others but we three were all book-lovers and joy of talking about book is as exciting as talking about our new girlfriend or boyfriend if not more interesting. Despite meeting for the first time, we were talking with each other like we were old friends.
Paro town to Drukgyel Dzong. I was in Dasho Sangay Khandu’s exquisite Prado. So comfortable, so smooth, I was lost in fantasy – dozing, perhaps. To be little more honest, it was my first ride in Prado. And I was like wow this is Prado!

Do you believe I travelled for free in Taxi?
Yes, I ain’t kidding. I travelled in Taxi from Changzamtog till town for free. Actually I was to pay him Nu. 20/- but I offered him Nu. 500/- and he asked for change. I had no change. He asked for change from another passenger but he had no change either. Then, he returned my money and asked me to go. I was so happy that I forgot to note his number. If I happen to meet him next time, I will pay him for sure. His kindness was the testimony to the existence of humanity among generally greedy and cunning Taxi drivers.

In Thimphu, every zebra-cross has a police standing. And pedestrians have to cross the road from zebra-cross, otherwise, you would be fined Nu 500/-. Good thing is that vehicle let us cross road from zebra-cross like we are some honourable Dasho. You don’t have to wait even for a second unlike in the past where we had to wait until some kind driver let us cross the road.

Tuesday, October 13, 2015

Fourth Royal Wedding Anniversary...

Today, 13th October, 2015 is a very special day for Bhutanese. It was on this auspicious day, His Majesty Jigme Khesar Namgyel Wangchuck wedded Gyaltshuen Jetsun Pema Wangchuck four years ago. I would like to wish very happy fourth Royal Wedding anniversary.
His Majesty Jigme Khesar Namgyel Wangchuck and Gyaltsheun Jetsun Pema Wangchuck 

May we continue to bask the sun of peace and happiness under the dynamic leadership of our King and Queen as we always has been. May our Royal Couple be showered with good health and long lives.

Monday, October 12, 2015

Chronicling memories... 11 October, 2015...

Disclaimer: I wrote this post to keep my college memories alive and it doesn’t reflect the opinion of BSA of Raichur.
Photo courtesy: Tshewang Tobden.
No matter where we are and which part of Bhutan we come from, we’re Bhutanese. It doesn’t matter if we’re home or abroad. And not to forget, we are Bhutanese in following time, too. The program was supposed to start by 9.00 am but we kicked it exactly 2 hours later.
The morning was beautiful and spectacular as always. But it was a hectic morning for Bhutanese in Raichur – choosing the right clothes and right make-up to look pleasing. To and fro movement to one another’s room to apply gels to keep hair in position, to spray the best deodorant – I bet some of the boys had same fragrance. And girls – wait, I must think where to start from. There were bazaar of hairstyles –curly to straight, long to short, brown to black and yellow. And I saw some of the most beautiful and fashionable clothes that I have never seen. Different types of heels. All freshers were in Gho and Kira – tradition that we had been following. I bet girls look little prettier in kiras and boys little more smart in Ghos.
BSA President: Welcome speech
Our BSA President, Pradip Sharma did applauding work starting from decoration to foods. Stage was elegantly embroidered with the intricate pink and violet balloons and sky blue and pink curtains with ‘Bhutanese in Raichur’ banner placed at the top and national flag with the portrait of His Majesty the king. The aromatic smell of Bhutanese dishes filled the room which was very welcoming. The Dzongkha music echoing in full volume. Everyone speaking Dzongkha. It was as much as home. Beautiful. Heavenly. Homely.
Our freshers seated on front row
The pink ribbon on the entry to the auditorium was cut to welcome our juniors to the hall. Blushes of our juniors and butterflies in their stomach were visible on their faces. Excitement in seniors to see new faces was clear. There came our juniors shaking hands with the seniors who all were waiting for them in a straight line from entry till the door to kitchen. I was like am I too short or our junior girls are too tall. I had to keep looking up.
With all freshers seated on the front row, programme started with Master of Ceremony, Kamal Potter, welcoming our BSA President for welcome speech. Then, freshers introduced themselves to the crowd. And few out-going students introduced themselves to the freshers. And small and humble tokens were handed over to freshers by out-going students.
Welcome dance
Then, welcome dance by Ugyen and his group was culturally affluent and warmly welcoming. The boys danced like black-naked crane in the pristine valley of Phobjikha. Next, our freshers took the stage. It was a beautiful dance with girls in kira. Excited boys whistled and tapped their feet on the ground with rush of adrenaline in their bloodstream. Nothing can stop our boys from applauding and jerrying the girls. Then, Jharna of Engineering College performed solo song (Jurwa) – the blend of English and Dzongkha. Without music track, her melodious voice filled the hall with some boys staring at her with mouth wide-open and pupils dilated.
Balloons scattered on the ground. Pick it up and blow.
To break the spontaneous cultural program, there was an exciting game in between. Thumps up to that innovative mind who came up with this game. In every gathering, I get to see new games but I always shy away. Today’s was to blow the maximum number of balloons within 2 minutes. It was for the freshers and Pema Choden won the competition by blowing 5 ballons in 2 minutes. Some relinquished in between. Then, it was for seniors. But they had to cancel declaring winner as they tried unfair means by looting another’s balloons. However, everybody enjoyed it thoroughly and we laughed a lot. Sorry freshers, you had to be in warm attire throughout the programme in this burning hot Raichur. And there was no fan overhead them.
Choden, Ugyen, Rema and Mukesh.
Choden, our beauty queen and fresher, Rema presented themselves on the stage with rigsar dance. Beauty blended with the talent makes one awesome beyond words. And Ugyen and Mukesh made heroic entry as the music start. Ga gi lab mo nga choe lu miga sai (Who says I don’t love you) – everybody did lip-singing. It was a remix song where thom chi nge sem choe lu sho shoi (something like I fell in love at first sight) and concluded with boedra. Rhythmic movement of their bodies with the beat of music was without vacillation the mind-blowing performance. And couple dance in group. As the track of Tabu ra tabu ra played, couples wiggled holding each other’s hand. I would say its Tashi Namgay’s group dance because they made the cutest couple. No offence, other couples were equally awesome. I am saying it just to cut short my post and to avoid making it tedious by mentioning too many names.
Fashion queens
Jamyang, Jharna and Phuntsho Wangmo, fashion queens posed for the photograph before they started their scintillating dance. Girls in Jeans shorts. Most flexible hips. Loud English song blasting in background. Everybody’s heart beat raced. Craned their necks to watch their magical performance. I was left awe-struck. I didn’t know that I was sweating like I was out of shower but I was fixed immobile throughout their dance. Thunder of claps followed. Of course, I felt like watching video songs in Youtube until I was shaken awake by the claps.
Madan took over the chair. I never guessed he had that sweet voice. He sang English solo with guitar. It was much like listening to some English country singer.
Sangay Tenzin, our own Shahid Kapur, danced to Negsem ngesem and Who’s that girl. His rubber smooth moves and intricate coordination mesmerized audiences. He moved his body to every beat of guitar. Then, Ugyen and Mukesh entered the stage with T-shirt and half pants, light Nike shoes. Hindi song. Break dance. Girls joining them to dance is testimony enough to describe how wonderful their performance was. Hindi remix song by Kinley Rizin, a very talented singer was marvellous.
Mukesh during his performance
Mukesh did solo dance. He was the centre of attraction with his exquisite dancing talent. I envied him that he moved every joint of his body so eloquently, so fluently and so smoothly. His slow motion moves took out the eyeball off the socket – girls and boys alike. He says he is inspired by famous Indian choreographer and dancer, Crockroz. He sure won the heart of everybody with his dance.
Kinley Messi was flawless in his solo song with guitar. Applauses of friends echoed in the hall. He leaves no stone unturned to hypnotize friends with his guitar-playing skills.
Lunch break!
Friends who prepared the most delicious lunch. Narendra, Chenga, Bhim, Sangay T, Neten and Devendra
Thankful to my friends who took time to cook the most delicious dishes ever in BSA gathering. They sacrificed their sweetest morning sleep and went there by 6 am and prepared lunch for all of us. It was the magical hand of Norbu, Neten and Sangay Tenzin who cooked despite the heat of Raichur. Thank you Devendra, Narendra, Bhim and Chenga who assisted them by chopping vegetables. Varieties included Ema Datshi, Alu dam, shamo datshi, chicken curry and dal. Still, my mouth salivates. I ate as much as I could and after lunch I was sitting straight on the chair – no bending.
Lunch break was followed by sharing words of wisdom by outgoing batch. Of all, Thindruks summed everything so beautifully, “Stay focused. Stay united. Enjoy. Study hard.”
Then, random programme picked up. Of all, I liked that beautiful, unprepared, on the spot dance by Jigme and Jamyang. Romantic. Shy blushes. Stare. Wow! And rap by Amit kept us laughing from first to last. Yo Yo Honey Singh. Mito tshum da..choe thong mae by Pempa was dedicated to his girlfriend and Thinley Gyeltshen has no girlfriend and no one knew to whom he dedicated his song. Mimicry of Gabbar by our multi-talented Tobden spared no one from laughing.  
Trashi labey. I was warming up on the chair. Sweating. I did nothing except eating and watching them dance and listen to their songs. And of course, I was laughing. So, I thought I ought to join Trashi Labey as everybody joined the circle.
Bhutanese in Raichur
It was a wonderful day. Wonderful memories.

Monday, August 17, 2015

Of writers and writings...

Every time I see my barren blog, my heart cries. It has been four months that I wrote nothing in my blog. It doesn’t mean I wasn’t writing anything. I was writing some other things and studying my textbooks. To make my excuse more genuine, there was no internet facility in our hostel.
During these four months, I learnt many things about writing and writers.
I came to know writing isn’t a cup of tea. It requires immense inspiration to make the right choice of words. I forced myself to come up with a blog post and landed up writing some rubbish. I also knew I can write bags of rubbish but I can’t write precise, exact and economical sentences.
I developed this fear – writers lived cursed lives. May be I read too many biographies of writers. Some died trying to complete their last masterpiece; some wrote what we call masterpieces in great agony, physical pain and poverty. Some died thinking they can never convince the world as their books were banned for obscenity and some of their books were rejected by the publishers. Many years after their death, their books became international bestseller and critically acclaimed literary piece. Does that mean their generation never understood what writers wrote?
To be a good writer, you need to experience many things. I am scared what if I lose my identity in the process of experiencing versatile things. Heart-broken – shattered. Drink and drive – fall off the bike. Drink and play – fall. Enjoy – what it means to cry? Shout on top of your voice – get arrested by security guards. Does kaleidoscope of experiences make a good writer?
Am I going insane?
Because I wake up at midnight, put on the light and jot down new ideas that strike my head. Sometimes, I laugh out loud, thinking about the hilarious character I created. Sometimes, my heart beat so loud and fast, when I create rowdy character. Sometimes, I smile and lip sings the romantic song that my character sings. It runs so clear and vivid in my mind that I fall in love with the heroine I created in my novel. The craziest thing is I feel like she is waiting somewhere for me. Sometimes, she comes in my dream, smile and wave bye.

I don’t know when I would write next as I have examination in September. Folks, wish me loads of good luck. Till then, keep visiting my blog. 


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