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Showing posts with label Death. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Death. Show all posts

Monday, June 23, 2014

The Walk - Rest in Peace

When I am left with nothing to do, boredom rules me. When I have many things to do, I feel bore to involve myself. This is heck in itself for I am human and is human tendency. I blame; simple as it is.

Due to damn shear boredom, I went for walk with friend towards Reldri. We walked till the PWD colony. It was cool with hardly any drops sprinkling continuously from above. Surrounding was green and fresh.

We were stopped by a beautiful concrete bench. It was decorated with catchy slogan wholeheartedly dedicated to someone. It was written with beautiful note, in the loving memory of. Someone was scribbled handsomely with the name Tara Man Ghalley.
Handsome Tara
His date of birth was written followed by date of departure from this world. His photo was inscribed on marble slat. He lived for 28 years. I presume he had wonderful life with his wife and brother.

How he left the wonderful earth was uncertain. But the agony left behind was clear and bold. Moreover I could sense the lost that his wife and brother accepted. Yet death is the apron that we can’t escape to wear.
Embraced my gratitude for him! 
Sitting comfortably on the bench that was build for memory of yours, Tara Man, I offer my deepest appreciation, for you had wonderful life with your wife and brother. Hope everyone who sits on it will remember you and pray for wonderful afterlife. Rest In Peace Bhaii.

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Friday, October 26, 2012

To my Late Friend

We were tensed and worried at first, when we entered the classroom. Every one sitting on their seats were looking as if we should tax us unduly for a year. The moment of entrance was awe-inspiring for seven of us from Tashigang. All most all were intellect and brave to challenge among. Class was filled up with brilliant minds. The most anticipated moment of the result day proved success to most of us. 
The ground was fresh and green. Most of us were first timer. Strikers among the best were Chocolate (Ugyen Chophel) and Tashi Norbu, and the fastest flying wings were most of the time Gadpu (Kunzang Dechen) and Kaptong (Ugyen Tashi). In the sturdy rectangular metal posts were two goal keepers whose duty was to smile rather than to safe goals. Few (Yeshi Norbu) and Thinley Yeozer were these two guys. The main defenses were Norbu Gyeltshen, I and the first timer! The tantrum of kicking to the wrong direction, the mockery of thy criticism, your whimsical command not to go near the post and your short-tempered resulted to the perky match ever we’ll remember.
Yeethro Lhamo of drunken Karma Duptho, Hiding from the rain and snow of Ugyen Tashi, unexpected often disappearance of incisive Chocolate into the darkness like the hen looking for a better place to lay egg, feminine nature and the simple look of Mr. Few, little blush and ire of Mr. Raba Zangpo(Dawa Zangpo) for when criticized with a girl from town, Mr. Toujay (Tashi Nima), though thin and intellect and eat like a horse, Buddha nature of Ngawang Tenzin, tendency of all to call Sonam T (Sonam Dorji T) as Hobby, times of all enjoyed with plate full of Bokpi ingredient  with sugar, flirty nature and to womanize were Dangdus’s (Phuntsho Dorji) fun. An additional charm of all to tease chemistry teacher, Mr. Murugon were those reminiscing upon your absence. 
Gone are gone and the most difficult part is to get back. These days we are convenient to do anything. We have vehicles, planes, computer etc to comfort us. These conveniences provide equal measure of headache and the misery crop up too. 
There are certain things that we can do to bend conditions to our advantage, such as taking vitamins to become strong or setting alarm to wake up. But we can’t hold the world still so that it won’t stir up another tsunami and we can’t hold us from ending to respire.  One day or other we’ll die.
For you my friend Norbu, edited Photo uploaded on the wall of Rangjungpa Group was ambiguous to me once. I was convinced through comments and from other friends. And to my dismay you left this wonderful earth leaving behind your family and friends. I pray for to rest your soul in peace and hope we will meet in the afterlife.  Although no words can really help to ease the loss you bear, just know that you are very close in every thought and prayer. 

Om Mani Padmi Hung Hree