Sunday, September 19, 2010

From nonveg to veg

Like the gigantic men, there stand three magnificient mountains overlooking eachother, segregated by incessantly singing rivers.One of the three elements located to the north bends its neck to shoulder the roomy space for the growth of the settlement. There a boy was born in the backward family background.
The boy, as many people pointed was meek and docile, and never found the time to mingle with the peers. It so happened that his parent decided to send the boy for school and he was given the elaborate information.Socialing was the biggest enemy of his mind.Out of profound sadness and apprehension, he made consolidated decision to end his life by strangulation.His father assured him that he would not let him go for the school. So the boy was given the chance to study philosophy that had been inherited down from the forefather.Many years passed,there was no tinge of improvement in the study and in leu of that the boy had developed the art of slaughtering animals-domestic and wild.The parent's endeavour to concoct religious mind out of the boy got evaporated in the tear of sadness and thus he was left alone to engross himself in the world he wish to be.
The boy showed keen interest in the art of killing. He lit the world of the parent by trapping numerous creatures;deer, boar and lot more from the jungle and selling them to the neighbouring people. With the passage of time, the house became like the butcher shop where throng of the masses made their way to buy the meat. His thirst for killing found no bound and was invited everywhere in the locality to kill.
Two years later, when he was 10, bevy of teachers came to the village to enforce the parents to send their child for study so that the school which was three days walk could sight the countable number of heads to keep it runing under the revolving wheel of Royal Goverment.Nothing could be done but to drag the boy to School.The behavior is learnt and can be shaped;the introvert nature of the boy was transformed to extrovert.When the door of a month of his stay in the school closed to usher the next, he could feel the rhythmic beat of eagerness to intermingle with the people.No doubt, there were no other chidren in the class who could vanquish the boy in the study. He received priceless awards for his ability to bring flying results in the academics.Like the pomposity that was grown in the village, so did his popularity in the School till 9th standard.
Closure of the academic sessions kicked the boy out of the school in 2006 as it used to be in the gone years.When he reached the home for vacation, he was extremely happy to know that construction of new house was in progress.The father ordered the boy to take away the breath of the cow so that it can be used to recruit people for the construction of the house.Given the chance he took the cow to be hanged on the tree which extends its hands towards the south. No sooner had he began to climb the tree with the metallic rope in his hand, a sudden gush of eccentric feeling overpowered his mind. To his astonishment, he eyed the bulbs of tears oozing from the shimmering eyes of the cow. He got down the tree and went back to the house with the eyes fraught with the tears to inform parent regarding the incident. He released the cow against the wishes of the parents. Within few moments he could find the fleecy clouds of sadness, sympathy, generiosity and compassion veiling his head and took dramatic steps not to take away the life of any forms of being at any cost. Incomplete portion of the house was completed by force of money.
Weeks and months walked away to measure the length of the year. During the time of board examination, the health of the boy came under the hand of devilish illness, yet the chain of destinay pulled him to Bangalore, India, to pursue B.Sc.Nursing couse. Till then the aforesaid tragic happening haunt him all the time.This drove his mind to receive blessing from His Holiness Penor Rinpoche when he paid a visit to Mysore. He also took the oath never to cause any forms of harm to sentient being and to convert the eating habit from nonveg to veg.
(He was a veg, he is a veg and he will be veg. And the boy is he, who wrote the article 'from nonveg to veg')

Thursday, September 16, 2010

A beautiful trip.

As the Volvo bus pulled all its contents to the destined destination, my heart experienced a heavy flow of the blood as never before to impart the message on the brain that a body fully embellished with the fragile soul is spearheading its way to the place where one could sight the wonder of the world. A minute of journey made me think that travelling in such luxurious bus is but the heaven created by the man. Unlike the ordinary bus it has everything to offer ranging from fleecy sofa to a machine to cool down the boiling air. So the force of the comfort was vehemently great and provoked the god of sleep to shut my eyes

So wonderful was the dream I dreamt in the bus. There were thousands of angels to welcome me to the wonderland. The ever flowing air was fully fraught with the melodious songs of the retinues of the god. Looking on the side of the roads were the flowers shaped into various forms. To my astonishment there was outburst of voice which inflicted intolerable pain in the ear as it began,”Yogso becho goyung jaineng through olo” which means ‘ will give a blow on your head’.
It was my friend Jash the friend I want to meet in the place I was going.

“I am very happy” he began as his eyes wondered to fixed the gaze on mine,”that the god has made the astounding plan to meet us together once again though I detached my body and soul from the college where we studied together for a year”. “Yeah,it gives me profound delight to see you after three years of your departure from Bangalore”, I responded,”and to tell you the truth, I am not here just because the Kerala-your native place is beautiful, its because my heart pushed me to this place to see you,dear friend". “Yeah! I know that”, he continued,”well lets go to my hometown its far from this bus station”. We got inside the super fast bus and journeyed till we reached the place by name Varkala.
“I guess this is the place where you belong right?” I questioned him. “Well we will go by the bike,its twenty minutes away from this place” he answered. Fifteen minutes of journey by the bike let the concrete wall engraved with the word Jashland to rolled down in front of my eyes. He put the brake as his mouth opened to say,”please be here in the lobby, I will be right back”. Within a minute he opened the door where I saw many smiling faces to welcome me to the house. Hell of conversations went on with his mother . Though it gave no meaning, I very well knew that he was introducing me to his mom.
After few minutes, I and my friend Lhab was told to come for the breakfast. Looking on the table I could see varities of dishes waiting for us.They have arranged all sorts of edible stuffs as if it was meant for offering to the god almigty. I took almost all the share that was meant for me. Heavy breakfast punched us down to sleep.

When the sun in the azure sky was shining merrily, we went to the beach. The whole body started shuddering when the eyes caught the sight of the huge roaring ocean. I could beheld as if the gigantic man was approaching me as the huge roll of waves made its way to the bay.But they became my friends as we came to the beach time and again.Lugubriously the time was too brutal for me.Three days flew away like the minute and made my head tilt towards Bangalore with the socket of my eyes filled with the tears. The tears got dryed up as cool air of the speeding train entered through the window.

I woke up with the start as the honking sounds of the train wrung my ear to signify that its in Bangalore.So it was really a beautiful trip I ever made in my life.

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

The last cry

The sun in the heaven was smiling with gay as we started our journey to Bhutan. It was on 27th of November 2009.Everything in our ways seemed to be in celebrative state: the bird singing a melodious song, vehicle honking and conking, children dancing in the street, and so forth. And in the midst of jubilation my heart got light with the delight as I received a call from the gal friend, now a wife to someone.

So thrilling was the journey in the train. There were eight of us in the same berth. Singing, dancing, chatting, eating and teasing was the usual chore in the journey.As the face of NJP approached in front of us, we got down from the train. There was man waiting for our arrival with a car and he was the uncle of my senior friend Aue Phuntsho. He was very kind enough to take us to the guest house where we filled our belly with the scrumptious dishes.We had a beautiful sleep as the food churning in the stomach posed fatigue in the whole body.

We woke up from the death slumber with the hope to catch the bus but to no avail.So we hired the taxi which took few hours to reach our country. There we entered in the hotel to strengthen our body with the breakfast. I could see that my friends had almost finished their share when I was lost in thought to meet her.I walked out from the restaurant to make a call. “Hello,” came the sweet voice. “Hello Karma,”I replied, “how are you? This is Nima here.” There was a brief moment of silence until she began,”so when are you coming to capital?” “Well I will be right there in the evening” I answered,”so hope to see you there, bye”. Within an hour later, I started my journey from Phuntsholing to Thimphu, it was the longest journey I ever travelled.
When I reached the booking, my happiness found no bound to see her in a thick woollen overcoat waiting for my arrival. I got down from the bus only to see her eyes filled with tears of joy or tear of sadness? “Hi glad to see you “ tremulous voice came from the glowing lips,”this is sim I bought for you, so do keep in touch with me through it phaya?” “All right”I said as I fixed my gaze on the ground. As the horizon of Thimphu was fully covered with the fleecy blanket of night, our conversation came to end with” okay see you Karma, I am going”. Though she was left behind, I could feel her presence inside the mind.I was very happy that she called me to ensured my safe arrival in my brother’s house.

The luck did favour us. I was on holiday and she too had done with the common civil service exam, so she enquired me to head towards respective native home. Everything was done by her from booking ticket to preparing lunch. As planned we started our journey to home town but departed from Gelegphu as she has brother-in-law going to her home. I too began shortening the way to my home as the Buli bus pulled me with its full vigor to Gomphu. I reached my home by the providence of the almighty.

Though we were far from each other, cell phone kept us closer. So everything was preplanned: she was busy planning to go for hunting available job and on other hand I too was hectic planning to go for college.

We met there in one of our friends house in Thimphu. There we had beautiful enjoyable times, I guess it won’t get evaporated from my mind until the age or illness nock me down and devoid me of life. It was there in the same house, she cried with the head resting on my lap like the child demanding something from the mother. I tried every means to comfort her and to stopped her from shedding tears but to no avail. I was drowned,fully drowned in the depth of sadness as I was not in position to hold back her tears. She gave me no reasons for the same which made my heart heavy with profound sadness. Everything restored back to normal as our friends, the owner of the house returned.

As the time got shorten to return to the college, I promised her that I will be back in August after my exam. I found as if I was in the prison as I began my college hours in the ever increasing heat of the classroom. Despite busy and hectic schedule I called her once in fortnight, but a time came where she was reluctant to answer my call and that was the end of our relationship and it was a beginning of new relationship for her.

So the cry she cried was the last cry and will never cry in the journey of my life!

She was a liar!

The night of the Bangalore was filled with the roaring and thundering horn of thunder, it was on 30th of March. The heaven was enveloped under the blanket of darkness barring all the celestial bodies from celebrating their life. My heart was thumping vigorously at its alarming pace with the force of depression and anxiety.

To colour my life with the colour of peace and tranquillity, I ran outside to fill the tummy of the cell with the voucher and to call the heart I love with all my heart. I pressed selectively the numbers which combined intricately to form her contact number. I dialed them fifty or so times but she was deaf to my call. I messaged her at least to response to it but to no avail.

I woke up with the start as the glow of sun smiled through the polarised window glass with the disappearance of horrifying night-it was really a gruesome night for the continuous gush of thoughts kept on buzzing and swarming through the brain. Unsatisfied I called her but she was talking with someone. I tried time and again until her cell was open to the waves of my call. I kept on ringing the bell of her cell but she was silent. She received the call after throwing the emotionally moving message to the screen of her cell. Her voice was shallow, soft and hollow as if she has been sick for the last the three months as she said,"Nima I am sick". "Well karma" I began my conversation with her, "I will be right there to help you get out of the sickness or at least to admit you in the hospital". "No", shrill broken voice responded again, "please don't take so much trouble to come". I put an end to our conversation as I hung up my cell with, "I am coming today, right now".

I begged and borrowed money from my friends who were shocked with my sudden flash of ideas to head for my motherland. Yet they were eager to help me out in finding the solution for the problems I was in. Five thousands or so bucks of cash was more than enough to carry me for Bhutan.

I along with the friend Ugyen started our journey in the train; sacrificing everything: comfort, peace, study, and works. In the train, my body was but the food, cooking in the hot flow of streaming wind. I could do nothing to stop my body from searing and boiling in the boiling gases.

To my astonishment, I found my body at Phuntsholing,one of the most popular towns in Bhutan. I stepped in into the shop to buy sim card and called her again. Dolorously way to her cell was blocked and barred. All my nerves and sinews were numbed and motionless because of profound emotional disturbances. I then drew the line of communication with her sister after my sleeping vital organs came to live again."Hey Aje, this is Nima" I started ,"how is Karma? I came all the way from Bangalore just to see her because she told me that she was seriously ill"."She is a shit", she replied me, her voice was harsh and furious with the marked of anguish and sadness in the tone," she was married to a physiotherapy guy. She was madly in love with him. Nima, I am sorry". "Its fine Aje, no one can break the bond of love tied by the ribbon of faith, trust, care and concern", with that I lied down on the bed and to forget the shit until the crowds of past memories collided in the bubble of the mind and kept me awake.

I did all the measures as all people do to calm down the hot and humid sensation circulating inside the mind, but nothing proved to be satisfactory therapy. And suddenly I realized but didn't realize that I was there to help her but to get myself trapped in the trap of her lie, deception,cheat, fraud, and false promise. She was a liar

Choice of Profession

Profession is the revered paid occupation that requires advanced educaton, training and dexterity; which in fact is the univesal element -the sun, the moon and the stars giving colours to glow our life admidst the countless heads.
Making the right choice of profession is imperative for shaping its shape; for thousands of professional courses are waiting for the man of will, determination and diligence to reach.Choosing the profession is like selecting the correct shoes based on colour, size and texture. The wrongly chosen shoes are the sources of discomfort, discontentment,depressions and disappointment to the users and the same is true for the person in the wrong shoes of profession.
What is done is never undone.Once the pofessional course is chosen, it take our life,money and harmonious peace of our mind while pursuing for another desired profession. Though not many, few of the young learners are trapped and whipped and victimized under the tyrant hand of alcoholism and drugs.In realism, wrong profession has paramount sources of appallingly negative impact in our life for it bleeds our heart with sadness, shed profuse tears as summer rain, add burden to the parent-the burden of guilt, grief and remorse.
Showing the sense of courtesy, respect andhonour to the profession is essential in the journey of one's life. Nobody-not the single hair in the society wil value such man as a man, unless he showers utmost respect to the course he is undergoing.Uless he is contented with the chosen course, how can he value it as the special course?Later on his life will be doomed and his once blooming, harmonious life will definitely be beaten by the whip of sufferings and sorrows.
Ritual befor the advent of disease and the drain before the advent of rain lets swim deeply, deeply down the various oceans of the courses to observe, analyze and study which is the most apt able.Remember as far as we are in the right profession, it brings dramatic positive changes in our life:fulfilment of long coveted dream, great satisfaction and contentment, embellishment of our life with the colour of peace and happiness which in turn radiate to the achievement of the hopes and aspiration of our parents.
Well, there are many ways by which we can have access to the ever flowing courses the world has to offer. Browsing through the inernet, enquiring the man of letter, attending the seminars etc are some of the many ways by which we can have access to reach the perfect place of profession and be the glowig moon, though not feasible to be twinkling stars in the azure heaven.'If you want to make your dream comes true, you must wake up'.Its right time, right time to wake up from the deep slumber,dear friends,and concoct firm consolidated decision and float along with the right profession, for nation has entrusted us with the huge roles and responsibilities as a special citizen.
Lets take the duty seriously to strengthen national pillars of support towards the achievement of national goals to uplift the nation which was already placed in the palm of our hand by the former philanthropic governor- The fourth king Jigme Singye Wangchuck

Little married couple

The horizon of Yebilaptsa Middle Secondary School was embellished with the rainbow of peace and tranquility. There were swarming masses of the teachers and students flowing into the M.P hall to mark the inter house cultural event. And Dorji was one of the audiences for the programme.

As the cultural event commenced to draw cheers, thrills and fun among the audience, Dorji's eyes got adhered to the bewitching beauty of a girl.To his astonishment she was a piece of a heavenly angel sent from the heaven to quench the people's thirst for music and rhythmic dances. Sweet notes of voice emanating from her sparkling lips were so thrilling that each and every sleeping organs came to live. The jewel of his attention was conquered by her splendid move. "I think she is an angel designed by the almighty for me", Dorji whispered to his friend Sherab whose senses were fully engrossed in ever flowing song.

"Look, there are lots of similarities between us," Dorji continued, despite Sherab's reluctance to listen to his whisper."I heard that she is Yangzom, from the same district, sharing the same tongue, following the same religion and so forth". His attention was gobbled up by the performance in which the girl who touched his eyes was the lead performer.

Dorji was in class seven and the girl was in class eight. The academic session flew smoothly and silently; there was no interactions amongst them for they are strangers to each other. "Hey dear", a shrill voices coming from the corner of the class began. Her hair was black and fleecy, the pair of her glowing eyes were fixed on his, her body was slim, and aroma of her body was tantalizing."Are you from Zhemgang?" "Yes I am from Zhemgang", he responded to her question with the tinge of smile on his cheek.

Their conversation was followed by series of long silence.Gush of thoughts ran through Dorji's mind which inflicted heavy pain."Your name is Dema rite?" he questioned her with the mark of embarrassment and shyness. "Yes, you are right," she answered him. "Oh thanks!" his monotonous voice continued. "Hey do you know the girl who was the lead dancer in yesterday's welcome dance? She is amazing! I will be extremely delighted if you kindly gave me her details." "To tell you the truth, she is my sister, the youngest in our family", she said as she turned away to withdraw her gaze from his."And if you are really in love with her, I am ready to help you out but it solely depends on her to accept you as her boy."

He dispatched a letter stating his hungriness to spent the rest of life with her. He was happy but nervous to receive a chit from her that read: 'Dear, thank you for the letter. It was sweet but I can not guarantee my heart to you as you are a stranger to me. I will just put thoughts on it and let you know soon. Take good care.'

Dorji saw himself in the heaven filled with unprecedented joy. He took every step to win her heart, worked day and night to complete her assignment and homework, wished her birthday with attractive gifts and exhibited everything in such a way not to reveal his darker side to her.

A week later he was surprised to see the girl with a bunch of red rose waiting on his way to hostel. "Dorji, I love you so much from the bottom of my heart," the girl went on. Will you marry me?". And their relationship begun. The bond of romanticism that bound their affair was too strong that they were deaf to the advice of the teachers and happily got married. For them nothing proves to be more rewarding than lovely affair and sacrificed their education for the successful relationship. They became educated farmer and lived happily ever after

The destiny.

Tenzin was very simple and shy boy, originally from the backward family. He was religious and fond of offering prayers every now and then. His father who was one of the lay monks in the community lit the religious life of his only boy by propounding the religion through the religious manuscripts. Tenzin’s mind found no where to wonder but to engaged in the religious chore in the community like chanting Buddhist Scripts,performing rituals and so forth. He was also engrossed in the art of meditation under the guidance of the father. It continued till he was beaten with the age for Schooling.

To his amazement, Tenzin found himself amidst the crowded head in the school which was three days work from the village. The boy was grown up in the village where he could hardly find peer groups to play; it gives him immense emotional burden to be with the tens of hundreds of new faces in the school. He cried on the top of his lung so that his parent won’t leave him all alone; for him socializing was a kind of punishment. His mother was there to wipe the rolling tears off the eyes with the continuous empathetic words to anew the sadden heart.

And the day came,so evil was the day for him when his parent told him the biggest lie. “Tenzin, today we will be going to the village to fetch you rations.” Said his father.”We will be coming within six days, so never cry”.”All right dad” the boy replied,”but make sure that you come soon.” “Don’t worry son”,the father went on,”we will be back very soon.” So they broke the chain of bonding as the mother bid adieu to the son. Weeks and months went by but there was no signs of return. He wept a lot until Leki came to befriend him. He gave him comfort and solace and thus they developed a strong bond of friendship. And still they are friend and they will be friend till their last breath.

It was Leki who really transformed naive attitude of Tenzin into a dynamic personality. The year flew away like the dry leaves blown away by the wind. Tenzin studied industriously and came up with the flying marks. He was adulated by the teachers and friends for his wonderful performance in the academics. No doubt he was the topper till 9th standard and thereafter his performance declined yet he managed to crossed the bar set by the ministry of education to step up to study in 11th standard. He joined in Bioscience with the hope to be a doctor until his health was fired with illness just a day was left for him to appear for the common exam. His dream shattered into pieces and blew away from the tip of his mind. He woke up with whole body fraught with the sweat and the heavy head as the rays of morning sun peeped through the window as the time for the exam pushed him out of the room.

The warden persuaded Tenzin not to appear the exam but he didn’t gave the heed. Even the supervisor told him the same yet he turned his deaf ears to her words.Off the race for the exam started. The boy struggled a lot to write the answers as the shivering body inhibited from doing so.

After two months the result was declaired. Tenzin didn’t give a damn to the news thinking that he missed the opportunities for tertiary education . His friend Thup informed him that he got 72% and was eligible for scholarship. As said by his friend Thup, he applied for the scholarship and got hell of options to choose. Many of his friends persuaded not to go for Nursing. Despite of repeated warning he joined in nursing field. Nursing field will always follow wherever he goes like the shadow and nursing profession will be running his life ,and thats his destiny.

Saturday, April 24, 2010

Man is the architecture of his own fate

No man is great by imitation. All the world leaders are ordinary person. God has given paramount boons for each and every single hair dwelling in the world. So how dare anyone can tell that fate has concocted his life in this and that way? If we dive deep down the ocean of reality we can notice that even the ant has the capability to earn and live independently as human or any other living creatures do.
No one is to blame but myself, yourself,himself and so forth. The shape of life we assume presently reflects the mode of life we had led in the past,for the present is the son of the past.
Man can be what he wants to be but most of us surrender the covetous aspirations to fear, guilt and social criticism.Every human being is born to be someone based on the way he tune the melody of his life.
I can feel and see the wind of sarcasm howling and buzzing through my ear when someone blame all the happening for the karma,the fate, when its intentionally performed. We can rightly say that these are the people who are really immuned to humilation and embarrastment. How pridely they raise the voice on the top of the lung to say "its fated not bloated". Remember no dog will follow if goddamn bitch does not wag and wiggle its tail.
I disdain this word sorry. Its damn shit term that flow freely from the snarling mouth of the shit who has cause the blood to ooze out from someone's heart. How can a shit tell sorry when he has already inflicted unbearable pain? Sometimes I wonder why the world is so glutinous and voracious to tell the truth in lieu of telling lies that ends with hazarduous repurcussion on others? How can a world takes away the peace and happiness, and leave unwanted bullshit misery on others?
Its a source of nuisance when profound advice is given,its damn boring to listen to the discourse on any matters and its the source of uneasiness when lots of stuffs is taken. Let me just pen down here with, we are what we think not what fate does on us. Anything, good or bad, beautiful or ugly,success and failure,happiness and sorrow and what not, all are the products of our creation.


When the silence of the peace was shattered by the ragging war, when the arena was flooded with the blood,when the hills were formed with death bodies, when the people were living in the state of misery,pain and suffering;nowhere from the heaven descended Florence Nightingale to help the needy, cure the pain with her gentle touch, heal the wound with the loving care, suppress the emotional distress with the pour of sympathy and generiosity and give hopes to hoplessness. It was during this time,Nursing which is embellished with the flowers of arts and science came to being.
Like any other profession, nursing has its body of knowledge and scienctific principles. Nursing is an art for the skills required to perfomed nursing interventions are profound and its science for there is involvement of scientific rationale.
I as the son and the follower of Florence Nightingale, would like to dedicate all my life lending helping hand for the needy irrespective of colour, race, caste, creed and religion. All the interventions I take will be based on culture,values and ethics of a particular group of the people.