It wasn’t my
ambition and plan too.
In my country youths has to carry beautiful set of academic transcripts or else
they land up in nowhere. The story attacked my seniors and ultimately the
decision was on their hands. So they pushed me and I land-up pursuing
engineering. My friends told me I am placed somewhere in India, I am neither happy
nor sad, was just feeling uneasy of moving ahead.
National
Institute of Technology, ALLAHABAD! Was a college I am going to attend, my parents
told me “NITs are high graded college in India. You will be sitting with friends
scoring more than 90s”. It didn’t either inspire me or I wasn’t worried about
it a bit too. My mindset was just trying to battle with notion that, my career is
going to be different then what I wanted to be, area of interest will have to
change though it isn’t late and to start a new, but probably it will take time
to consume into it. The style of imagining things, worshiping and in fact life!
is obviously going to be in another zone other then I use to be comfortable. This
heavy list started igniting and combustion pledge to ruin all.
With
jumbled motivation they sowed in me and confused inspiration, it let me think a
little sometimes. Days folded to weeks, weeks turn to months and it was time
for me to say good bye Bhutan.
It
was early morning sometimes in autumn; Thimphu was very busy as always. Birds were
singing very happy helping to harvest few endangered paddy field in Capital
city. Dogs were busy dancing with sanitary pads and reading all letters from
pits. Students were busy with books walking so abnormally fast and for a second,
it took me all way back when I used to be in high school.
I was reading in
class 12 science ‘A’, somewhat extreme east of nation, at Khaling. I used to
snore sitting last bench most of the time in dzongkha classes and I got beautiful
wang (blessing) from my teacher too.
We used to turn pages and finish a text within an hour when exams are on
doorsteps and expression used to change and today I saw students wearing that
expression so humble and innocent.
Lungtenzampa,
an old Bhutanese tradition bridge still strongly hang on two banks. People believe
in receiving blessings are lucky sign on long venture, and I was fortunate to
be pass by the blessed bridge and blessings would be enormous. I walked blindly
and step down from other end of bridge to reach bus parking.
Bus
terminal, one of the busiest spot, and you will witness people wearing
different kind of look. Some are happy may be they are meeting their love ones,
some are sad may be there dear ones are going away from them. By the way who
will be happy of me and sad of me, I got no one to drop me. Within a light of
my thought my new friends came, laughing lively they got their parents with
them to wave for them, but my parents are far away.
We
shook our hands, talked and cracked few high school jokes. Most of them are
from west and only few of us from east, I remained silent but super raced
within. Of course I was feeling sad by then, and missing my parents and home
badly. I made myself comfortable at last seat of the coaster and we headed to
Phuntsoling. Music has always been my companion and I played whisky lullaby by braid paisley for
Thimphu.
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