Album Series IV

When I open my album after many years, I recall the emotions I experienced at that time. That was the first feeling I ever had for someone. I never knew the event would happen with me that day. It was uncertain and spontaneous. After a few days, I confirmed that I loved someone sincerely. A few months later, a nameless person was on my right, and we were finally in love. 

The start of Romance

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

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

Since then it has been an affliction of my brain. But my priority was only studying, and whenever I got spare time, I thought of her and enjoyed her moves during social work. 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 learn her name and background. 

Image from Google~ pardon me!

Her name was K… W… she was from the 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 to a girl face-to-face, carrying loads of feeling, is simply a thought. Never in real life could I face it. The commonest and best was to write a sweet epistle and send it to a friend covertly. 

Finally, I did write a few sentences in a letter. The only content I remember is my remark to reply soon. A week went by waiting for a 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 a few weeks, it was time for departure. I could not believe it. But I had to face the reality. She was far away from me; however, she felt so close when I read her committed letters. Reminiscing about her was my obligation. 

Losing one's first love was a painful experience. I was astray by the loss of my love. I am pleased to be her friend, and she is the mother of a child.

Time apprise feelings,

Eternal love shalt prevail. 

History that I'll Remember - I

Bhutan, the land of thunder Dragon, is best described and also known as the land of happiness where development strategy is driven with Gross National Happiness (GNH). The story I am going to narrate has happened when I was kid and when the philosophy of GNH was not into action. 

I enjoyed the unique preparation and honor for the first time in my life for the Rinpochhe, Chabjay Drodrup Rinpochhe who is currently at Gantey Goenpa, Sikkim. His eminence, Rinpochhe visited Yarphu community. As a kid, it was bother less for me to know about religion and politics but I was there with my parents to receive blessings from the Rinpochhe. The celebration and blessing were immense and all the people were incalculably happy. I, as a little naughty boy just enjoyed the beautiful preparation and honor for the Rinpochhe. 

Since then due to the initiative of the community and the Rinpochhe’s compassion, the monasteries of Yarphu and Shugung were constituted as the Buddhist College, Sheadra. The left out children of the community as cow boys and helpers at homes were admitted as monk. 

The year was 1993 or 1994 when I was in class two. I can’t clearly state reasons why and how it happened? But it happened! It may be because our main state religion is Drukpa Kajue. We consider it as our main or state Buddhist religion in our country which has loads of historic significance and validity to live it as our religion specifically. But the particular year brought tears to the devotee and the monks of the community. 

I was not definite when it first begun, but I clearly remember when it ended. It was misery for the already admitted monks and to the locality as a whole. When I knew, already big building for monks were constructed and used as an accommodation in Yarphu Shaedra. A new building which was twenty to thirty meter long was under construction at Shugung Shaedra. With full support and hard work of the villagers it was successfully accomplished and ready to use as an accommodation for monks.

Dodrup Rinpochhe is Ngyingma master. When every masters/Rinpochhe in religious discourse admit - it doesn’t subject what religion you follow but the master of our body – mind matters irrespective of Ngingma, Kajue, Tersar you follow etc...  But why this big discrimination? May be it was national issue, but I am still waiting for the right answer for otherwise in their wish of irrespective religion. Yes the history told me the civil war in the country was mainly due to different religions and due to the fact of every master’s wish to flourish their own religion in the region. 

Dodrup Rinpochhe

The day was fine and one afternoon, when I saw a bald man with three policemen. From my grandmother I knew that he was Dzongrab (Asst Deputy Administrator). I didn’t know the reason for his sudden visit! We need to prepare a lot for officials’ visit otherwise. After an hour I saw few monks loitering around Yarphu primary School with their robe tight around waist nonsensically. And I saw few policemen walking to and fro in front of the monastery. Still the reason wasn’t clear for me as a little kid who doesn’t know to intone numerical from 1 to 100. 

Both Sheadras were closed forever. Days passed with all monks were left in respective home as farmer. The new buildings built were left in vain. All most everything seemed blank for them and villagers too. They could not go against the will of government but left only option to follow their great master to Gantey Goenpa, Sikkim. Many of them went there to pursue and fulfill their dreams to cram religion in life.

From then what followed beyond my village and school were not known until yet Rinpochhe left permanently to Sikkim.

Lhakhangs were taken care by the local with directive from the government but not the buildings that was built for the monks. It was sad to see the building collapse bit by bit. And elders used to shed tears looking at the collapsing and uncared building. The very atypical observation was the building collapsed bit by bit only on the auspicious occasions. It was a wonder for the entire locality. It is the power of religion, they use to say. And a statue in Shugung Lhakhang still changes its position, as said and observed by few. 

Statue of Guru that turn it's position

From then Bhutanese followed Rinpochhe and every year thousands of Bhutanese visit Gangtey Goenpa. 

Still the stigma of forbidden and derelict building is in the mind of old people in the village of Yarphu and Pangthang.