Sunday, April 12, 2015

Playing in the rain...

We feel so special if we are good at sports. And there is another unknown charm in playing sports when we are not good at it. I seek charm in later category.
I was never a sport person while in school. I little regret for why I never played any games. But I am trying my best in college though quite old to learn.
I never felt so special like yesterday. It was like only me. No other person – I, me and myself. I played like I was the only one playing there. I felt happy when everybody giggled looking at me. I less care that they make fun of me – but it give immense pleasure when you become the reason for another’s laughter. It doesn’t mean my friends discourage me – had there been no supportive friends like I have now I wouldn’t have made myself to play ground. They encourage me, teach me and above all they make me play (I only know how badly I play haha).
Warm-up session...
11.04.2015: We were expecting it to rain as dark clouds hovered over us. It was just 5.30 pm but it became so dark. Wind blew so hard that small pebbles struck us. And frequent flashes of lightening made me feel like I was somewhere shooting for horror movie. I was afraid wind would blow us off or it may bring something that would injure us. Not to forget, I have phobia of thunder and lightning. But it didn’t stop us from playing. We kept playing and more fun sprout when ball got carried by wind and no one scored so easily.
We were playing basketball.
Then, it poured. Heaviest rainfall I ever observed in Raichur since I came here in 2011. And wind made it worst. But we kept playing. We got drenched from top to bottom. It became so hard that I had to gasp for the air to breathe as rain became so intense. Within no time, our play ground became the swimming pool – where we couldn’t bounce the ball. Splash!!! And ball slipped out of our hand. I rejoiced the moment. I felt relieved. I felt relaxed. I felt like I was cleansed. It was the complete and euphoric moment. No pain, no dream, nothing...complete emptiness. I heard nothing, just the giggles of my friends and screaming on top of their voice – jumping and rejoicing the moment to the fullest. It had been so long that I never played in rain but yesterday I did it. It also brought along the memories of my childhood making me feel little nostalgic. Those were the days of innocence – sans jealousy, sans love, sans hatred, sans sadness...  
That was it. That is the true happiness.
With my friends...
PS: I couldn’t capture any photos yesterday as it was raining heavily.

Thursday, April 9, 2015

Gone Girl....

    Isn’t it too quick and abrupt?
    I was always afraid of your speed. I was always reluctant to take those fast steps but I didn’t back up when you said, you are my choice. I love you and it is forever. That wasn’t said a century ago. But as much as I never argued with your decision, here too, I respect your decision – strongly.
     If the care I rendered when you were sick, when you needed me and when you were vulnerable amidst the barks is not enough. I must say I may not have done more. If those walk –hand in hand with smiles and blushes, days and nights we spent together promising numerous things meant nothing for you. I am afraid I may never have loved you more than that. If what I did for you with what I had and what I could do isn’t enough, I must admit that I am not settled and established enough to give more than that.
     If two years is so long a time, I am confused what you meant by I will wait for you for whole of my life? If you had to decide within short two days I don’t know what does, please never leave me... promise me, baby meant? I may never understand those connotations.
    There used to be a time when only death departs two souls. But I wasn’t aware that faithlessness and lack of commitment also departs.
During photo shot for novel's cover page
I think I knew why you were so hurried to publish this novel. It was because my time was ending. Novel writing is such a tedious and long process that even your girlfriend leaves you before it is published. It is funny, yet true. But I must be strong enough to shoulder it on my own as it is almost done and I have blessings and good wishes of many. It was my promise and I will 
fulfill it by hook or crook.
   Nothing comes ready-made in our life. It must be earned with much hard work and dedication. I will rather be poor and unrecognized man than to be popular for none of my effort.
   What for your nag and tear was for? What am I to do with those gifts that still remained unpacked and undisturbed? What explanation should I give to my friends and parents? Wasn't those messages and texts that I wrote taking out time from my busy schedules and compromising my sleep enough? Wasn't good morning wishes and goodnight messages not enough for you? If so, why you used to cry when I don’t write a message or call you just for a night? What were those calls that you used to make every time you wake up – be it at night or early morning - searching me? How is it possible for you to delete every photos and forget every memories altogether? I think my friends were right when they warned me. But I stood by your side through all thick and thin. And yeah fruit is quite bitter.
Just a month ago...
I am proud of you like never before for you took the right and firm decision though it was within the shortest possible time, and all my wishes are there for your successful and happy life ahead. Always obey the elders, follow the rules and make your parents proud like you did till now. I salute your brave heart.
   And honestly, I am happy because I got this never known freedom from insecurity, captivation and guilt. It may be difficult for a while to walk ahead but don’t worry I can walk because my path is still clear and bright.
Thank you...

Monday, March 16, 2015

Right of Vision and Occasional views...

Title of the book: Right of Vision and Occasional views
Author: Thakur S Powdyel
Editors: Needrup Zangpo and Tshering Gyeltshen
Publisher: TG Media &infotainment (TGMI), Thimphu, Bhutan.
Printed by Omega Traders (India), New Delhi
Total pages: 189
Price: Nu. 399/- 
First of all, hats off to Mr. Needrup Zangpo and Mr. Tshering Gyeltshen for their efforts to bring out this anthology. What more would a teacher ask from the students than this? It is a book of double tributes: two editors’ tribute to their beloved teacher and author’s tribute to Druk Gyal Zhipa on his 60th birth anniversary.
During book release... 
I am very reluctant and nervous to review a book by such a literary giant. I am afraid; I may not do justice by reviewing it.  Sometimes, I felt if their typos are really typos because what if they have different justifications and connotations. With this, I don’t mean that this book is filled with typos –very few and very minor typos has escaped the hawk eyes of two editors.
I jumped with joy when I came to know that Dasho Sonam Kinga launched this book along with Lyonpo TS Powdyel and Mr. Needrup Zangpo. I desperately wanted to read it. Then, I asked her to send it to me by any means. It is an honour to receive such a masterpiece as an anniversary gift. I would always cherish it.
I heard a lot about Lyonpo from many of my teachers since I was in Primary School. But I wasn’t fortunate enough to meet him in person until I reached High School –his speech still reverberates in my heart.  He is one of the finest and most decorated teachers who inspired thousands of students as a teacher of various schools, Vice Principal of Sherubtse College, Director of CERD and as a first democratically elected Education Minister (2008-2013). He is an icon for now and forever.
This anthology is neatly divided into three parts.
1.      Moments and mementos
2.      Milestones and Messages
3.      Journeys and Journals.
And opens up with the poem that author wrote while in Class X –which is so profound and rhythmically melodious. And it continues incessantly with deep contemplation of education and national integrity which is the essence of Powdyellian profundity. It is so deep, so inspiring. I felt his whispers close to my heart. Sometimes, author takes you far and has to read between the lines and sometimes he speaks directly with us –face to face, eye to eye, and can’t deny his statements. It makes me ask myself, if I am doing enough? Mostly, he focused on education as the solution and as a solace for everyone to find ‘soul behind the role.’ It is a book of meditation.
Cover page.... 
It also takes us around the country. It enlightens us on how our fellow teachers are struggling at far-flung valleys and hills where urbanites complain when electricity goes off just for few minutes or an hour at the most. It made me realize how fortunate I had been compared to some of the brothers and sisters.
I read some of the articles (of the anthology) through newspapers and other means. But many of them were new for me.
It has excellent paper quality, binding and design.
It is a book which you wouldn’t leave it in shelves after reading it once. Such is the magic of this book, of powdyellian wisdom...  To read this book is like drinking salty water where your desire to read it escalates every time you reach the last page.   

Tuesday, February 17, 2015

I want chemistry!!!!.....

Insurmountable joy lingers in close proximity of my heart to see my dreams coming true –little by little. It is taking its shape. One step achieved at a time. I know I need great amount of patience to reach the final destination of my long cherished dream. Sometimes, I become so impatience that I want to do everything at once, finish it up and never talk about it again.
I attempted it to happen for numerous times with enormous effort. But, somehow I couldn’t make it any earlier than 15 January, 2015. This day is the second happiest day after I finished writing my final draft and the editor agreed to work on it.
Scorching yellow ball in the cloudless sky radiated enough heat to cause burning sensation of our skin. It was pricking hot, though sun slandered at the angle of 45 degrees. It was 3.30 pm and I was damn excited about the photo shot. I had with me, cameraman, Alwin Raj –buddy from MBBS, and also I had Daaza and Choden as my model for the photo shot. No, no....that’s not all; I had Tobgay –my classmate as water boy and Phuntsho as make-up artist. And me? Who was I there? Umm...yeah, the one who wants photo for my novel’s cover. No! Not my novel. It is our novel or else my girlfriend will kill me. (Wink)....Seriously, I do credit her as much as I do myself for this novel. Had there been no she, I am sure I wouldn’t have written it. I was into blogging and not so much into writing books after I did in 2011.
“Can we snap the photo now?” I asked the cameraman, covering my head from burning sun with the white paper. Before I forget, let me thank Dawa Knight for the amazing sketch he did. I can never thank him enough.
“No...Sun is too high. We need to wait for a while...” He replied, looking at the sun with almost closed eyes. Ok, I thought. I was mesmerized with his passion for the photography. He was damn serious about it. He was very particular about angle of sun, light and make-up.
Me at work..Cameraman captured it...
Two models, unable to bear heat in the terrace of a building, ran down to the room. How desperately I too wanted to follow them but I pretended like I can beat the heat. So, I had to pay the price for being stubborn –dizziness and headache until I slept at midnight.
Once again, all of us came together. It was around 4.15 then. In terrace, sun was in position. Make-up artist wiped off their sweats and checked if all was well. Yeah, now...the shot! Not yet, we had tough time building the chemistry between two models. I wanted the chemistry. The romance. The smile. The position. Even a placement of their hands and fingers mattered a lot for me. Their hairstyles....
First shot. Oops...not well. No chemistry. It looked like two strangers meeting for the first time.
We laughed endless looking at the photo. I wasn’t happy with that. Another shot. No, still something was missing. Another continued....models started sweating but photo captured was still not up to my expectation. Phuntsho rushed towards them and made them feel comfortable, instructed them about what would work and what wouldn’t. I felt like I am Raj Kumar Hirani shooting PK... I felt professional and I knew I don’t easily accept anything unprofessional...haha...
Finally, they did it. It was awesome pose. I gasped looking at the photo. They brought in the chemistry that I wanted. Despite scorching sun burning my skin, I enjoyed the moment thoroughly. It was very memorable moment. Thank you Choden and Daaza for making it... You two made my day and I don’t regret choosing two of you as my models. You guys are fantastic. Mind-blowing. Above all, romantic!  
On way back, Daaza remarked, “Now, I feel like you are really going to publish your novel.” It brought immense joy in me –explicable! Actually, I don’t ask much from my life. I do cherish small moments like this and those moments fill my heart with overwhelming joy.
PS: I am sorry that I can’t share those photos here until I design it as the cover page.


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