Sunday, July 24, 2011

Thank You Doctor

I had a mole on my nose - large enough, that my own eyes could see it. I had it since my childhood days and it’s a kind of my birth mark too. I remember it was small when I was young, but with my growth it also started to expand almost deforming my otherwise a beautiful nose.

People say, moles are normally associated with good luck and my mother would never budge herself from this contention. But my mole had me more bad lucks than good lucks. I’m sure most of my friends, bosses, peers and subordinates would have had their own versions of my personality printed in their minds, although only few people dared to speak to me upfront. Some (particularly strangers) must have surely taken it for a housefly at their first sight. During my youthful age, some girls might have even turned away depressed after seeing this awful mark on my nose. Or they might have never cared about it at all, but this was how I used to feel – a constant depression and hopelessness. Amidst all these negative thoughts, there was one person who liked my mole – he was then the Assistant Principal of Sherubtse College. He said, “You’ve a beautiful mole on the nose.” This did not impress me for I knew what he actually meant.

Friday, July 8, 2011

Will stringent law of the government wash off stains of nicotine from me?

“Police ki tshungni buni bu drikpey la, onu zancho la kam,” my wife frowned at me furiously. Well, this is not the first time I’m experiencing her disapprovals. I’m more or less quite used to such frowns of her and every time I kept it aside turning my deaf ear. But that day, it was different. Her remarks really got into my spines making me go numb and speechless, not because I’m afraid of either police or going to prison, but because I’ve a mission to accomplish and definitely not to waste rest of my life behind bars.

Tuesday, July 5, 2011


“…and in the second place, we have Thubten,” announced our class teacher on December 18, 1989. The atmosphere of school football ground was filled with continuous applause from teachers and students. 
Timid and shy, I rose from the line and slowly cleared my gho from any dusts it might have collected from the ground and walked up carefully to the front. 

“You’ve done well this time. Tashi Delek,” said my teacher as he handed me my mark sheet and a bundle of books as the prize. I received them and returned to my seat. On my way, one of my class-mates murmured, “Holding positions isn’t a big deal, particularly after reading in the same class for last three years.” My classmate Ugyen envied my achievement. I could sense he probably flunked that year. 

“Yes, there was nothing to feel great about it,” I was beginning to feel as traces of pride bubbled up within me. It served a good dosage to suppress my pride, which otherwise would have further stimulated envy among other friends too. 

“Second position in three years!  It’s not a great achievement,” I further pressed it down.

Yeah! Three years in class five had been one of the rarest things that have ever happened in my life. In three years, I was able to remember some of my favorite chapters from top to bottom with meticulous flow; draw maps of seven continents without any reference and pin-point names of countries, bays, and mountains on it; and, remember some of the mathematical questions along with solutions. I could even remember page numbers of some of the chapters. 

My friend Ugyen was right; flipping the pages of same books for three years would have even topped the class. I couldn’t do that. But these three years in the same class had been crucial for my educational path. My actual learning began from there for I never missed positions thereafter until class ten. 

But, why three years? There are reasons…

                             Year One: Lured by the prize money loses focus on studies
                             Year Two: False Accusation compels change of school
                             Year Three: Fear of Marriage Proposal puts me back to school

"This may sound unusual, but all these happened to me and I see no reason why I shouldn't let others know about my personal saga of my childhood days. If you enjoy, I shall unfold it gradually, provided my laziness do not sway me midway..."
Triple Five continued