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. After many winding years, when I open it, I find beautiful things adorning it and short, good stories arising from old photos. It is a beautiful reminiscence indeed! This is my third series. 

The Boyhood

My boyhood was an intellectual beginning. It was during the prime exit from primary education that I stood among academic positions. My father was proud of me, and it was unfair, however, because I have to walk a day to reach the junior school. Finally, it was worth walking and experiencing 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 am grateful for the opportunity to make good friends and grow up away from the modern world. Drugs and substance abuse were there. I have seen some of my friends indulging in it. I have seen couples dating. I have seen the drama of sexual relationships. But I was innocent; that ruled me enough to stay away from those. More than anything, I feel proud of myself for having spent more time on studies, despite having no one to guide me.  

I studied my Middle Secondary education at Tashigang Middle Secondary School. This time I was a 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 amusing, sometimes sexy, some friends would say, and sometimes terrifying when the matron chased us. Luckily we were never caught!

 

First from left—myself at Martshala

Life past was like a science experiment. I have experienced marijuana, smoking, and drinking. The results showed that I tested negative for drugs. I never liked 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 a 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 a few hours during weekdays 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 it after many winding years, I find that beautiful things adorn its pages, along with short, good stories that have emerged from the old photos. It is a 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 a 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 a pain to remember, but a gain to see what I am today. My childhood was not actually bothersome to my parents and friends. 

Almost the entire six years of my tender age were 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. I walked completely barefoot, regardless of the situation! Childhood was worth learning to feel how I was in dearth. I was dirty. Certainly! 

 

That was long ago....

I have only one picture of my boyhood that was snapped when I was seven. I guess it was during the celebration of the accomplishment of Tshampas on their seven-month 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 into a fine man, though. 

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Real me!!

If you are with me today I would have given you my part. I would have let you see the real me! The real me is always hidden. For the wrong person fake real I am was revealed.  The real I am is not revealed yet. Time and work load matters for me a lot to reveal all these to you. But I am still waiting for the inaugural day. 

College days for me are busiest day in my life. Life itself is full of tests and I accept the reality. Loads of assignment, daily preparation for tests, preparation for practical, viva voice etc keep me busy always. There are always soft corner for you but petite time to think off. 

Ends were the days when I am done with all exams and relax. It is relaxing days for me. Relax after a long journey of tough work and thinking. Particular I felt so tough in engineering and formulaic. But with time I move on step by step and that is the factual charisma of hard work. 

More free time makes me dull. When it rains duller I become. I can’t go elsewhere. It’s the best time for me to think about you and our relation. Yes I did a lot. But what is there when you are not with me! Nothing seems interesting rather than a biggest day dream ever. The more I think the more day dreamer I befall.

Be with me so that I can at least share my part and real me! Lovers depart but not their love and I believe this simple theory and you forever. Take care and see you soon sometimes somewhere!