Monday, February 29, 2016

Celebrating Friends: Episode IV

Always been a fan of Selfies when Smart phone wasn't around.
All his pics are taken from laptop and I have plenty of them stored since college days. 
The first time I heard, "Dawa Tamang, Warangal", at Indian Embassy in Thimphu, I took my placement letter and left the hall. I was so pissed, where the heck is that place? I thought, I was very much sad and very much angry. All my friends had availed for Civil Engineering, and we all expected to be placed together. Turned out, life had better things stored for us, and today, I do believe that everything happens for a reason. 

There was a tiny guy, who told me, my friend as well will be leaving for Warangal. You are taking my body guard away, and then there came this six foot tall handsome man, well built, shook my hand and said: Charo chey ya Warangal inna. 

Sunday, February 28, 2016

Celebrating Friends: Episode III.

When he wasn't at his best. 
So, now if you ask me, whom am I very much fond of? Then I will tell you Phub Tshering! It is not a classy name, and though it is next to Penjo or Dophu, such a typical ngalong name, isn't it? Not Rigden or Kelden or Yoesel. :p 

I first saw this guy when we were taking part in some art competition. I was in fourth standard and my painting was very much messy. My head was low and I knew, I messed up. We were given only one paper and a set of water colours to paint. I already felt so low and that mean head mistress said: It's so dirty (with her frowning face). 

Wednesday, February 24, 2016

Will it matter?

Some people can dance, some can sing, some can be pretty, some can be pretty mean and then......

These days I am tangled upon between my thoughts, which isn't much new to me. I have come to this age that it doesn't bother me, my thoughts don't bother me at all. 

Monday, February 22, 2016

Episode II: Celebrating Life, Celebrating Friends.

When I left for India, my father told me that I should refrain myself from discussing about religion, that India was not in a mood to discuss liberally about Hindu-Muslim conflicts. He also advised me not to eat anything which I would be offered by passengers in train. 

I would discuss and read about various religions, and eat what I was offered by strangers, I guess, I am lucky in that ways. 

Imam at his best. 
It was one of those classes of Engineering Graphics. I was in first year and we would go to  our classes with Mini-drafters, imagining it to be AK-47, felt like a military personnel then. I was admitted late and though my roll number was 21, I was seated on the second last table. It was a big hall and this was second class for Engineering Graphics. 

It was already second week in Warangal, and I didn't like the place much, then, today I long to go back there. It was always hot and we would say, "only two seasons in Warangal, summer and super summer". 

Monday, February 15, 2016

Celebrating Friends: Episode I

I thought of washing my clothes, it is already 12 am and I can't sleep. My memories go back to high school days and then I don't remember the faces of my crushes, I don't remember much about my class desks or benches or those books I read then, I don't remember those quirky formulas, or I don't remember those days I tried hard to look good. 

I am taken back vividly to those memorable days when I met all these beautiful friends of mine. 

So, let me write about my best friend so far, Namgay Dorjee. 

Monday, February 8, 2016

3rd bloggers meet : stand up comedy.

I haven't had attended many bloggers' meet or conferences in previous year. I was there in the beginning, while there was this discussion about how we would go about forming CBB and its constitution. After that, never did I attend any of the conferences.  I wasn't in a state of meeting new people, and a lot had happened in 2015. I was very mean to a lot of people I presume. 

Monday, February 1, 2016

February is Here!

Ladies and Gentlemen, Boys and Girls, February is here, and just like every year, we shall face it bravely!

No matter how tough you act, there always is this little part of you which will make you actually get bothered about what people talk about you. And with that, there is always a little mild tension or pressure in your mind, while you are single and all of your mates are either dating, getting married or having babies. You eventually succumb to the fact that you will be going home alone, and sleeping a sleep in your warm bed, all alone.