Monday, August 24, 2015

A letter to the friends of my younger brother

Dear  friends of my younger brother and my brother,

Friendship is one of the most beautiful and best gifts life has for human beings.  I firmly believe in the magic  friends and friendships can bring in our lives.

I am very glad that you all are really taking care of my brother. I am doing my best to bring him on the right track, and save his education life, despite his repetitive detentions and repetitive last warnings from both college and the university. I strongly believe, if he try a little  bit to improve, he can do it and he can really complete his degree on time. However, since I am very far from him, I cannot keep an eye on him every minute and cannot keep track of his every move.

On this note, I am very glad you all are doing your best, to help him both emotionally and physically, in place of me to help him come on the right track, and do what he has to do, at this particular juncture, and that is to STUDY HARD . Please continue doing it and please don’t get him wrong. He is a good boy deep in heart. He is just confused between the reality and fantasy, and he is not trying to think that life is not as easy as he thinks, then on the course he goes off the track.

At this hour and time of his life, guidance and advice are very important but, this I really cannot do, since I am very very far from him. I try my best to bring him on the right track, sometimes by giving him advises, doing my best to keep my blood cool, however, most of the time I lose my temper and end up scolding him. Yet, I try my best to convey the positive message that has the bigger picture for his life. I am even requesting Head of the Department (HOD) in his college personally to help my younger brother and keep an eye on him. He is also doing his best to help me to help my younger brother, by updating about him through emails and calls every day. I thank him very much for that.

Therefore, dear friends of my younger brother, please help my brother to go to class daily and kindly drop me a message in FB, if he misses even a single day from his class. If you all can do this on the right time, then I can save his education life, otherwise, if you all report to me late, even by a day,  it will be too late for me to save him, and by then I cannot do anything to help him even if I desperately want to help him. That one day might put his education life to an end, leaving me with no other choice, then to bring him home as a failure, which no one wants to be or be called.

And my dear brother, please cooperate with your friends and listen to them. Your fiends are the only ones you have in the far, far away place, and they are doing every little possible thing to help you. Please cooperate and listen to them. Please listen to me also, because, when you don’t listen to me, and when you don’t tell me the truth, you are putting me into a very awkward position where, I become helpless and cannot help you to save and your education life. That might put your education life to an end. Now, let’s help one another to help you. I firmly believe in you and I strongly believe that you have the talent and you can really do it. Just have faith in yourself and change your ways.  Just believe in yourself and HOPE, nothing is impossible.

Thank you all so much and please continue to help him.

Have a very lovely friendship.

 Your friend’s ata,
 Che Dorji

Its a letter I wrote to the friends of my younger brother, sometime ago. Bit personal though. Still, I thought, if there is anyone going through the same situation and circumstances as I am, then please dont ignore her/him. Dont turn your back against her/him. She/he needs your care and love, and little bit of understanding and patience from you. You just need to teach her/him about the power of love and care and the regard. These things really takes time to grow and it is meant to take time, so as to grow into the sky with roots firmly rooted into the earth. And, its my sincere wish and hope, that you folks will love her/him more and show the bright side of life, than the dark side of the star.

I with my two younger brothers,
Sonam Tshering and the youngest Kencho
(In the green jacket is me 

It was taken in the mid 90s in Olakha.

Tuesday, August 18, 2015

The Smiling Cabbie

Were you ever welcomed by a cab driver to his cab wholeheartedly? You don’t really have to stop one, but he pulls up right next to you. Through the glass you see him exhibiting his, not so white teeth, cutting his handsome face into two halves with a big smile. The moment you open the door, he beats the dust off the seat and he greets you in,"Kuzu-zangpola, gen, gen la."

I came across with one in the morning, and I was thinking to myself, it’s rather a very rare scene in Thimphu, unless you are some kind of expats or known to them. Because for the cab drivers you are just another passenger and you got to act like one, when he is like, “I own this cab, so I am the boss.” Though I was a little taken aback by the unusual royal treatment early in the morning, I had no wish of beginning my day with a negative thought, so I greeted him back with a smile and settled in my seat.

The cab started to roll, but he won’t stop looking at me time and again, and his smile, what to say. That made me a little uneasy, but he was too smart to read the signs on my face, when he stopped doing that, however, asked me for a favour in return. “Can you please write a sms for me?” Again he smiled, but this time it was a little shy one. “I had a little problem with a girl last night, can you write a message for me please?” No wonder you gave me the largest smile of all the cab drivers and the royal treatment, I thought to myself. This time I could not help than to smile. “Okay, okay,” I replied, he promptly passed me his black and white cell phone.

Fixing my thumbs ready on the key pad to type, I waited for his message. He cleared his throat. I could see his Adams apple climbing up his neck and fall back again. Then he began, “you see, that’s the problem with me, I don’t know how to speak and write in English. I have to depend on others.” I did my best to catch up with him and typed very fast. “No, no, you don’t have to type this,” he laughed at me. “Hahahaha,” I had to join him. “Please, tell me when to start, okay.”    

Now write this he said, “You told me to come to your place and to come alone. I came there last night as you said. I was on time. I was alone. But, when I called, you rejected my calls several times and later you switched your cell off. I have waited for you hours all alone in the dark, hoping you would come. You never came. You know I came from distance. Later I had to sleep in my cab. How could you do this to me? Why did you lie to me?”

I didn’t believe his single word, yet, I felt sorry for one moment as I typed his message, for he appeared to be some kind of an honest cab driver who works day and night to make some cash and later lured off by some smart girls. I have heard a lot of similar incidences. However, I was a little skeptical about the authenticity of his words, still what is there to lose for typing his message for him from his cell? 

I listened to whatever he had to say and typed letter by letter. Gosh, the predecessor of cellular phone was such a hassle; got to press three times on the very same key just to get the desired letter. I wondered how I used to take pride in owning a black and white cell phone a few years back and typing was fun, not to forget the snake game. Just a few years down the lane and everything has changed drastically. At one point, I felt like telling him to buy a simple phone, which supports easy, but a very handy mobile application like Wechat, which requires no technological knowledge, other than holding the button when you speak and release it. You don’t even have to press the send button to send. Again on the second thought, I thought the black and white is better. 

His message was getting longer and it was getting a little tense too. Sentence after sentence it was overwhelming with anger and frustration. I obliged him very politely to the point when he told me to write, “You mean nothing to me. Girl like you is flooding the city. I will wait and see how far you will get in your life without me. Such a cheap girl.”  Now that made me to stop then and there, I felt cheated for he used me to convey all his anger and hatred. I thought he was going to let me write some kind of an apology or seeking an apology from her. I asked him, “Who really is she? Your wife? Your girl friend? Your friend’s wife? Your friend’s girl friend?” “Hahahaha,” she is like a wife to me.” His laugh made me angry this time. Suddenly I saw his smart phone in the dash board of his cab and that made me real angry. 

I didn’t say anything, simply I deleted the whole message and instead sent her a page full of SMILEY faces. He thought I sent his message but, it was one smiley day for her.

I hope, later when he finds out that I have sent her a page full of smileys, he will learn his lesson that, “Girls are neither cheap nor expensive, but simply deserves a  SMILEY.”

Friday, August 7, 2015

Stay for a song

I rise when you rise,
I shine when you shine,
How the bird flies,
World rise and shine.

I cry when you cry. 
I sing when you sing.
To life, never say nay, just aye,
Yes, sing and sing.

When I sing will you sing?
I have a new song,
A little bit incomplete to sing.
Will you help to write my song?

Then lets sing it together,
For its a song of you and I,
Lets sing our song together,
Lets not say hi and bye.

Wednesday, August 5, 2015

Early Morning Note 16 – Music and Tea

Lovely slow rock songs playing in a little chilly but calm early morning, melody wakes me so softly, like a mother waking up her little angel with a sweet melody whispering into her cute tiny ear cups, for her breakfast. 

The song comes floating on the wings of the chilly thin air cuddling my ears, as though mother pouring tea in an empty ceramic cup. So gently. So slowly. So cohesively without letting tea break into droplets, keeping the rhythm flowing and the echo as it drops onto the bottom of the neat cup resonating. The song introduces harmony of various melodies sung by different instruments. The aroma. The song. The melody. Oh, the ting of the cup. Perfecting of imperfections in collaboration!

There comes in thuds of the drums. She is walking softly thud by thud, with a cup of freshly brewed tea. Squealing of the guitar and the squeaking of the planks. Clashing of the cymbals and the clicking of the lid. Rising and the falling of the song with the gentle ripples of the tea inside. Again with a ting, she is placing my hot cup of tea on a small chopped out wooden coaster, by the pillow. Gentle tea ripple ebbs to the brim. The song pauses for a moment, making way for the heart wrenching guitar solo (melody). Thin transparent clouds of aroma dances into the air, off  the cup. 

Lyrics caressing my ears gently, seeks permission to dive into my heart. The sweet cup of tea in my hand awaits my sleepy lips to sip on it. A deep breathe in and the aroma, cannot hold any longer for the lyrics speaks directly to me. Sip by sip and word by word I let them in. Slowly but, steadily the tea settles so well inside and the lyric nibbles me bit by bit. They take me into a complete trance as though mother taking her little angel for a long and a lovely walk singing her favourite tune. Should I get a little carried away by emotions I hum the song away. Oh, how it quenches my thirsty heart and consoles my weary soul. What a feeling!

The more I sipped on that much lyric nibbled on me. The tea has become me as I half emptied the cup and the song has become my story, my voice and my thought of the day as I near the Fine. I roll out of the bed and get on my feet slowly. Twists my head and shakes my wrist gently making sure no words fall out of my heart and aroma breathe out. I walk slowly, singing the song in a subtle hum, places the cup in the kitchen and I breathe in aroma from my air bags inside. My mind is all quite and physical all at ease set to go forth and embrace the day. The tea has been long emptied and song long subsided but, the hum and aroma lingers as a totem of tranquility.

Life is just beautiful. Sip on your tea and listen to the song in the air. Time is all yours.