Sporadic Whispers: Musings of a Part-Time Writer

The only thing I considered to be perfect in was the ability to pour my heart into a piece of paper and hide that paper. Whenever anything note worthy happened, my hands would automatically start moving. I am sure there are pieces of writings inside old books, my study table, in between other pieces of paper containing in them all my secrets (well actually not all, I have some of them with me). It was a very good habit, the only one I used to be proud of, because it really felt good to get things off my chest. And there was also the advantage of not having to practice writing for exams. But now I just seem to have lost the ability to jot down my feelings or even scribble nonsense stuff on my notebooks. Now all I do is think of writing something and forget to do it or procrastinate or in the most recent case; type two pages for an article and then just delete everything. And there are these amazing people I know personally and through social networks that seem to have the ability

8 th January 2013 This is my first entry for the year 2013 but I know I should have written something on New Year’s. But I guess its okay, better late than never. Things are going quite well with life (except for the college part J ). I guess I can now say that I’m an independent individual of the society and I really don’t know why I wrote this just now. Our first internals are coming up (finally!) and I’m still not so confident about it. I can’t seem to be able to keep myself away from the internet and bring about some changes in my sleeping habits. But surprisingly this morning I woke up earlier than usual and I don’t know if it was just a fluke or because I prayed last night before going to sleep. Well, it wasn’t a prayer exactly, it was just something I read and one of my friends constantly shared; before going to sleep thank the god for the wonderful day you had and for every good moment of the day sincerely. Then it said that we should plan on what we’ll do the next morni

In six days it’ll be exactly a year since I left home, in seven days a year since I left Bhutan and in nine days a year since I reached here. But it doesn’t feel like it’s been that long…… it feels like it’s been longer, way longer, than that. Sundays used to be my favorite part of the week, not because it was a day off from everything or I was going to do something new or travel somewhere. It was because I ended up doing the same thing every week on Sundays. The days started as one would expect Sundays to start; opening the eyes to an already bright yellow sun. After a lazy breakfast-lunch fusion I ended up doing nothing or having no plan at all. So I would sit myself in front of the tele and wander into the wilderness of the modern jungle. And then out of nowhere something would prick me and I would suddenly start moving myself around the house like I have a purpose. Then I would find myself all set to head out somewhere, or rather, anywhere. Ear pieces plugged in, scrolling th

I want to wake up every day, And pray that I see you yet another day. I want to be the first one in the class, So that I can see you come in every morning. I want to sit at the side and stare at you, While pretending to look at the board I want to go and scribble on the board, just so that When I turn back I can see you. I want to be the joker of the class Just so that I can see you smile. I want to steal your number from someone else’s phone And compose texts that I would save and not send. Of all the things I want to do again, I want to fall all over for you, Again and again and again…….

I’m sure there were things you wanted to do or become when you were little kids, and I did too. Some of you might have achieved it and some may not have. But this is nothing to regret about. Things always turn out the way they are supposed to be. And today I want to share some of those dreams of mine. In school we were all asked what we wanted to become in the future and there would be a sea of different answers. My answer was always automatic; a teacher. And that’s not just it. I wanted to become a Dzongkha teacher, simply because my father and my uncle were Dzongkha teachers during that time. And as I grew older, the specificity of the subject I wanted to teach became vague but it was still a teaching career I wished for. I remember my cousins telling me to always aim higher and that kind of changed what came out of my mouth in the latter period of my schooling life. But no matter what I said, deep within me, there has always been a little voice that keeps telling me that my fu

Teachers play a very important role in the upbringing of a child because of the fact that children spend most of their childhood in schools with teachers. They show us the path to our bright futures and help us keep track whenever we waver about our path. It is therefore very important to celebrate their existence and acknowledge their profession. It is important for us to be reminded of the greatness of teachers, and of their efforts. And what better way to do it than dedicate an entire day to their name and give them the joy they truly deserve. Today I would like to convey my heartfelt gratitude to all the teachers that I’ve had till now, starting first from my family. My parents were my first teachers. They are the reason I can stand up, walk, talk and eat properly. It is because of what they taught me that I have my own identity and that I’m able to present myself to others. My sister and my cousins helped me to learn all the games and other fun stuff to do around the house. I

What is Happiness? Different people have their own interpretation of the concept of happiness; some find it in an increase in their salary, some in helping others, some in being able to whatever they want to, some in having enough and some in being a part of something that matters….. What is my say on this? To be frank, even I don’t know what it means to me for I haven’t tasted all that life has to offer. But it has been one hell of an adventure for me to at least shed some light on what made me happy in the past, the moments that I’ll never forget and cherish for life. My first memory of happiness is that of the time when I got money from my parents to buy biscuits……. that seems ordinary, doesn’t it? But that’s just half of it….. I used to get one or two bucks (Ngultrum, of course) or at the most a blue note of ten. Then I would go to the shop just above our house to buy some biscuits (Yeah, biscuits with one Ngultrum). The shop sold four pieces of biscuits for just a buck. The

Love and compassion in the eyes Happiness in every little smile All righteousness enveloped within Zest to pursue for the ultimate knowledge Intelligent and talented alike No one as beautiful to walk the face of earth Wondrous was her voice, tuned by god himself                Angelic in every step she took Noble in thought for the greater cause Gifted like no one else in this world Meritorious for someone so young Only in God’s embrace is where you belong