Album Series IV

When I open my album after many years, I remember how I felt that time. That was the first feeling I ever felt to someone. I never knew this would happen with me that day. It was uncertain and spontaneous. After few days, I confirmed that I loved someone sincerely. Few months later someone nameless was my right and we were in love at last.   

The start of Romance

The management felt, the distributions of girls in sections were not uniform. I was in class 10 C. I never knew who would join and leave my class. Few boys were adjusted with section D and few girls joined my class. Finally the class was set with comparable number of boys and girls.  

Class romance is usually a bad idea. I couldn’t control my feelings that time. The moment of her entrance, with her short hair beautifully cut, few books in her hand and shy girl she was. The beam of her beautiful humble face distracts my attention in the class, yet I wasn’t overruled with the feelings. 

Since then it was affliction of my brain. But my priority was only study and whenever I got free time, I think of her and enjoy her moves during social works. Intervals were my best time to fascinate her and think further. It was tough talking to friends about her. Finally a good friend helped me to know her name and background. 

image from Google~ pardon me!

Her name was K…. W… she was from northern part of Tashigang, yet not far north. At the very end I knew everything about her. 

Finally it was time for me to let her know. To propose a girl face to face, carrying loads of feeling is simply a thought. Never in real could I face. The common thing and the best were to write sweet epistle and send it via friend covertly. 

Finally I did write few sentences letter. The content, I only remember is my remarked to reply soon. A week went waiting for reply. One fine Saturday night, it was a moment of joy. I got her reply and we were united. She loved me and I loved her. Our hearts were manacled. She was my first love. 

Within few weeks, it was a time for departure. I could not believe. But I had to face the reality. She was far away from me; however felt so close when I read her committed letters. Reminiscing her was my obligation. 

It was pain to loss first love. I was astray by loss of my love. I am happy that I am friend to her and she is mom of a kid.

Time apprise feelings,

Eternal love shalt prevail. 

Album Series III

࿑It is when you look back; there will be beautiful things to ponder upon. I have an old album that was maintained long ago during my schooling days. When I open after many winding years, I find beautiful things adorn in it and short good stories born out of old photos. It is beautiful reminiscence indeed! This is my third series. 

The Boyhood

My boyhood was an intellectual beginning. It was during the prime exist from primary education, I stood among academic positions. My dad was proud of me and it wasn’t fair though, since I have to walk a day to reach junior school. Finally it was worth walking and experiencing the boarding life for the first time at Martshala Junior High School, which was upgraded later to Middle Secondary School. 

It was a school of complete freedom. To go out from the school and loiter around was a choice. The time was vulnerable. However, I had to attend morning and night study for at least two hours.

 

My times at Tashigang Middle Secondary School.

I shall thank for having met with good friends and brought up away from the modern world. Drugs and substance abuses were there. I have seen some of my friends indulging in it. I have seen couples dating. I have seen the drama of sexual relationship. But I was innocent that ruled me enough to stay away from those. More than anything, I feel proud myself for having put more time on studies, despite no one to guide. 

I studied my Middle Secondary education at Tashigang Middle Secondary School. This time I was bit naughty. I was naughty enough to join friends to see the privacy of girls in their dormitory. We used to study till late midnight.  By the time we stop studying, girls would be snoring. Without much fear we sneak around the girls’ dormitory to see how they sleep. Sometimes the scene would be funny, sometimes sexy, some friends would say, and sometimes terrifying when matron chased us. Luckily we were never caught!

 

First from left - myself at Martshala

Life past was like science experiment. I have experienced marijuana, smoking and drinking. The results were that I was negative to drugs. I never like drugs though drinking has become sociable. More than anything, without forgetting my father’s wish to study well, I studied well and I was known by my teachers and friends as good and simple student. 

Games in schools were part-time. I was never good at playing any games neither too bad. Given a chance to play and engaged in an opportunity, I never let my team down. Almost half of Saturday and few hours during week days were spent in co-curricular activities. 

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Album Series II

࿑ It is when you look back; there will be beautiful things to ponder upon. I have an old album that was maintained long ago during my schooling days. When I open after many winding years with, I find beautiful things adorn in it and short good stories born out of old photos. It is beautiful reminiscence indeed! This is my second series. 

The young

For every life, there are hoods that we go through. It is not happenstance rather it is river of life that we should pass through.  Initially from childhood, we are young and innocent. In the midway, manhood is the hood of joy and an educative experience. In fatherhood, we opt to see our offspring enjoy and come through those. And then grandfatherly we become an old child. 

I don’t remember how I spent my childhood. I only remember beatings I got from my mom. It is pain to remember, but gain to see what I am today. My childhood was not actually bothersome hood to parent and friends. 

Almost entire six years of my tender age was spent naked and bare. Pants and shirts during my time were not popular. I permanently wore the gho, with no care at all about underclothing. It was botherless who sees my little ball and penis. Walking was completely on bare foot, no matter what! Childhood was worth learning to feel how I was in dearth. I was dirty. Certainly! 

 

That was long ago....

I have only picture of my boyhood that was snapped when I was seven. I guess it was during celebration of accomplishment of Tshampas on their seven months meditation. 

I had to walk miles to reach school. I have to wake up early in the morning. I spent my primary schooling walking to school and back home. Basically my childhood life was worth living in dust that taught me uncountable lessons in life to mold myself to a fine man, though. 

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Album Series I

࿑ When you look back; there will be beautiful things to ponder upon. I have an old album that was maintained long time ago during my schooling days. When I open after many winding years with so called technology, I find beautiful things adorn in it and short good stories born out of old photos. It is beautiful reminiscence indeed!

His Greatness

The first topic for the series is dedicated to my great father who value life in being a simple human being with dignity and honor. I remember his boldness in heart to be good, no matter what the situation is. Little Buddha nature, he considers he has and what I consider great. Never someone like me will find safe place to get loads of blessings and be a proud son.

On the first page of my album, I see him with camouflage semblance. It was in 1990s. He was recruited for militia training at Samtse, when the country faced interethnic conflict.

The tears of fear shed down continuously from the eyes of innocent mother. The little toddlers were left watching the sadness of his departure for the country. That time was time for nothing to my grandparents, mom and villagers, but a fear. Fear to be killed. Fear to be gone forever. Fear, whether they have the fate to unit again!

With no option but with carrying the heart to serve for the larger interest, he reached Samtse.

Dad with his comrades

The story is interesting. He grins when he narrated the whole story. He even opposed his commander. He was indeed sad and angry for mass punishment, the military rules. 

One day they were punished severely that he vomited a lot and he was frustrated. He suddenly stood among the troops and yelled out harsh!

“I haven’t come here to get punished payable to someone’s mischief. I have come here to serve my country not your punishment. If you continue punishing in the name of others, I don’t want to continue. I want to leave. I have left my kids back home. I am not a permanent troop. Even I can’t do penance for, if I am morally wrong to go against you.”  

He remember, from that day, Dasho (commander) was totally silent and they were not punished much.

Look good in camouflage dress

I am impressed and grinned when mom defy his deed. He was ethically right to go against.

More series coming soon……