Tuesday, 10 June 2014

The Love Letter That Was Never Read

" I was falling head over heels for this girl and somehow I needed to express my feelings to her. But you see, I was the shy-type and I couldn't just walk up to her and tell her all about what i felt. Then I thought I'd tell her when I meet her online but then again after a lot of thinking I came to the conclusion that expressing your love for someone through the net didn't sound romantic. Then it struck me; why not write a letter? That was one of the oldest way of expressing your love for someone if you are too shy to say it up front. So it was decided that I would write a love letter.
I don't quite remember what I wrote in the salutation but I'm sure it was not dear...... because that'd be too forward. Anyway, what I do remember is the hint to my identity. And this is funny, you see, I had one of the worst handwriting  in the class and I assumed that she would recognize that and "you might know who I am because of my handwriting" was what I wrote at the very start of the letter. And then I started telling her how friends teasing turned into deep feelings. That I was falling for more and more with every passing time. 
Actually it was more of a confession than a love letter because I confessed my feelings for her but I didn't ask her to love me back. I told her that she needn't even respond to the letter in any way. I just wanted to express what was inside my heart. 
After I was satisfied with what I had written, the real problem popped up. How was I supposed deliver it? I knew that I couldn't just walk up to her and hand in the letter. I was never able to even walk up to her let alone talk to her. And I didn't want to send it through friends because I thought that something will surely go wrong if I sent it through a friend. What if they read it, or gave to someone else or maybe even read it in front of the whole class. I just couldn't take the risk. It was all up to me in the end.
I was the class representative during those days so I used that to my advantage. I was the first person to come in the morning because the key to the class was with me. So one day I went to school early and looked for a good spot to hide the letter on her bench. I had to make sure that no one else could find it. So I carefully placed it in between a small crack on the backside of her table. At the end of the day before I locked the classroom, I checked her bench and found the letter still there. I took the letter with me back home. Then I thought of placing the letter into her lunch basket but that was risky too. What if she read the letter out loud in front of her friends. "That would be embarrassing," I thought to myself. I still couldn't decide where to place the letter the next day. Before I checked out of the class, one fine day, I noticed that she had left one of her textbooks in the classroom only. I took the opportunity that had presented itself in front of me. I placed my letter inside her book. I was confident that it was a safe place and that she would discover it soon because she was someone who wouldn't part with her books for long. But I guess history wasn't her favorite subject because for the next few days I always found that same book on her table before I left the class. Then I finally gave up and took the letter back home and burned it. 
Until this day I don't know if she ever found the letter and read it. Maybe she read it and kept it back inside her book so that I don't notice. Or maybe she never found it. And I guess I'll never know what the letter had been through for those few days it lay hidden inside her book."
"Kids time for bed! That's enough for one day. Now let you grandpa Karma rest,"  came a voice from down stairs.
"But mom, we want to listen to more of grandpa's stories," the kids insisted, "and grandpa doesn't look tired at all, right grandpa?"
"Well, I am not tired at all but your mom is also right. Kids need to sleep on time and wake up in time for school." "but......" "ah ah aahh...... no 'if's or 'but's. You are grandpa's good boys, right? So you should listen to what I tell you. Plus there's a lot of time for me to tell you stories. Now be good kids and go to sleep." 
"Okay, if you say so grandpa", the kids left grandpa Karma's room with their heads hanging down with disappointment. 

Thursday, 5 June 2014


Today I was going through the May 31st issue of K2, the weekend magazine by Kuensel. The issue is focused mainly on tattoos; why people have them, what others think about them, etc. And this topic hasn't been able to escape my mind for the whole day.
 Tattoos are usually associated with the youngsters, mostly who are into substance abuse, alcohol and other social problems, specially in our community and if one is seen bearing prints on their bodies they are automatically associated with drugs and alcohol. Our society seems to look down at these people with tattoos. Tattoos are considered taboo and people with tattoos are being asked to remove them. Cases of people not being employed because of their prints have also been mentioned in the articles. The Thimphu referral hospital has been surgically removing tattoos, majority of the reason for inked people doing this being not getting employment. 
And then there are others who have thought of getting their bodies tattooed but could not sum up the courage to do so. The pain one has to endure during the process, risk of infections, what others think, what their parents will say, etc. are some of the common reasons people list down for not getting tattooed. One particular reason caught my attention..... one guy is worried about what his future child will think about it. How his tattoo would affect his child's up bringing. This is the same reason that's stopping me from getting a tattoo myself.
There is also an article in the magazine that talks about the religious point of view about tattooing oneself. According to our religion hurting or piercing one's body, including one's own, is a sin. The magazine quotes a lam from Tango monastery, "When one harms one’s body, which is a gift of god, one is hindering one’s way to enlightenment."
Personally I find tattoos very interesting and sometimes even inspiring. They usually have a story to tell: of memories, emotions, relations and inspirations. They show me how dedicated one can be to a certain idea, word, phrase(s) or picture(s). They tell me things I would not have come to know. Others inspire me with their artistic aspects. I take in ideas from tattoos when I draw something. They push me to be a better artist than the amateur I am now. They give me the sense of competition that there are people who draw/paint better than me.  
For me I don't see much of a problem with tattoos. We are living in a fast progressing modern world and everyone has the right to show their individuality one way or the other. The real problem is in the way our people think. Not everyone with tattoos or piercings abuse substances. All of them are not bad influences for the younger generations. People get inked for certain reasons, they have their stories to tell. I don't think such petty reasons are enough to reject them from the society, it's not enough for their rights to employment be removed because of their inks and not because of their qualifications. If one is qualified enough, then give them the job, we already have unemployment problems. 
In the end everyone has their rights to have their own believes and ideas. It's up to every individual to do what they want to do to express themselves and their individuality and others' opinions shouldn't be a factor. Getting a tattoo is not a bad idea at all but for now our people are not ready. The people need to have a broader mind and learn to accept change. I guess people will change in time and learn to accept the ideas of individualism, change, etc. 

P.S. --> Mom, I know that you are reading this and have grown to worry that I might get myself inked. But no need to worry, I don't I'll be getting a tattoo although I'm open to the idea of it. I just don't think I can stay put with one idea. People change and so do their ideas. What if I don't like what I have tattooed on myself in the future, what if i want to get something else on the same spot as the last one or what if my children want to copy me (when I have them or if i ever have them).