Sporadic Whispers: Musings of a Part-Time Writer

It has kept me awake Through countless sleepless nights My hand starts shivering Heart beat increased two-folds I can’t think of anything else My efforts render useless It’s the truth I fear the most. I have read in so many books And heard from so many great minds I know there is no escape There is nothing anyone can do And I accept that it’s inevitable Alas! I am but only a mere human I fear it like so many others Every bit of me wants to reject it. It’s the truth that saddens me the most. It helps during grim days; I know it’ll be over soon But it’s not much of a help either When the sun is shining bright; It tells me that This too will be over soon. It’s the truth that confuses me the most.

Hey, I hope everything is good where you are. I am kind of doing good too, you know, like always..... tik tik chi ra. It’s just like how it was back then, I want to tell you a lot of things but I don’t know how and where to start. There is no denying that I still miss you. I still dream about you and it helps sometimes, especially when I am feeling low. In the last one, I dreamt that we were back in school and there was some kind of function going on. And I was just stalking you, avoiding direct eye contact. It felt real, because even in my dream I couldn't gather up the courage to talk to you or even walk up to you. And then suddenly you walked up to me and asked me to pass you the glass (which magically appeared) behind me. I obliged. Then we started talking about stuff and somehow ended up fixing a date of some sort. And then suddenly, like in a movie, we fast-forwarded into the near future. We were walking near your house, holding hands (I even tried my hand on a little...

Whenever anyone asked me what I wanted to become when I grow up, my answers varied from something as specific as Dzongkha teacher (my dad and uncle were Dzongkha teachers back then) to the most common ones like a doctor or an engineer. But these choices were because of the influence of the time, place and people around me. But I guess deep within, there was something else I wanted to be, something that didn't concern with what kind of job I would have. I grew up watching a lot of movies, especially Bollywood movies, which explains a lot about who I am and what I want to do with my life. And by that I don’t mean what I wanted to do as an occupation. You know how the characters in a movie have that certain influence on the other characters, especially the lead characters. I wanted to become that person. I wanted to become someone who influenced other people, in a good way of course, someone people could rely on, someone people could look up to. Initially, as I  didn't  eat...

It was back in '07, I was in the eighth standard. I guess everyone knows how things are during school; friends teasing each other, creating rumors, silly revenges, humiliating one another in front of others. My "love story" was also sparked by something like this. There was this good friend of mine who I used to hang out with most of the time those days. Apparently a girl (who is now a good friend of mine) said that she admired my friend, so we started teasing him. So as a revenge he started teasing us with girls from other classes that we didn't know about. That's the first time I heard her name. I didn't know her so I didn't take anything seriously and went on teasing my friend. Things went on and then suddenly I started getting annoyed. Why would they tease me with someone I didn't even know? But my friends continued. I did become a little curious but that curiosity finished as fast as it came. And my friends continued. I was really irritated at...

Life is a part of death and death is a part of life. What can we do to escape this? Well, there is no escaping it and honestly there is no need to either. The cycle of life and death is natural and inevitable, but there is no need to get upset about it. What we need to do is live in the present moment, love one another, do what makes us happy, what makes other people happy and be the best of ourselves. I was watching Morgan Freeman’s “The Bucket List” where he is diagnosed with cancer of some sort and the doctor says that’s he has at the most a year to live. His roommate, played by Jack Nicholson who is a billionaire and who is also diagnosed with cancer also has only a few months. They then decide to go on a road trip do things before they kicked the bucket.  No one can tell when one is going to die; well that’s usually how it is. But think of it like in this movie, what if you were diagnosed with some kind of incurable disease and the doctor tells you that you only have a s...