A PAGE FROM MY DIARY

I now realize  that when your heart breaks, you gotta fight like hell to make sure  that you are alive; cause you are  and the pain you feel its always there to remaind you that there is something better out there, something worth fighting for.

I have hardships in life but never I was broken because I had my dreams which kept me going..even in the darkest day I could seee the warm sunshine . I rely on to it so much that the thought of losing it never occurred to me,untill the day came when everything I built crashed into pieces, life became impossible. I was a bird without wings for my wings have been my dreams..the day dreamer,enthusastic girl with hopes died a merciful death 6/19/2013and I never saw her again. Now before dreaming I have to think 1000 times and I have to make sure that there is atleast 50% chances of fulfilling it. Otherwise I cannot take the shock of losing my dreams all over again. I just cannot imagine anything which means more to me than my dreams. They are the hope in me, they are  the sunshine of my life, oxgygen of my lungs and the very reason for me to be a human being.

Time is running out and I don’t know what I really want; a part of me wishes to take the step ahead towards the new phase but a part of me still refuses to move on, it says that I am not yet ready. Struck between them I am lost. For the first time in my life I am moving away from my parents for so long, the time that I got to spend with them I always took it for granted and I never really appreciated it. The thought of going away never occurred to me. It was sort  of sudden. The mix feeling of anxiousness and sadness scares me. Sometimes I wonder if I will ever get a chance to be with them again, like always and the answer seems to scare me the most.…

Now I woke up with renowned fate in me, I am cheerful once again, I was beginning to live but it didn’t last because soon I realized that I a not where I thought I was..my parents weren’t there for me nor my lovely welcoming house..all I could see  was those tall yellow buildings of shercol…I was astounded, perplexed but I had got to find a way and so  I did with determination. Luckily I found my way and I am more than proud to announce that I had made a place renowned college. I do have an identity and I wish to keep it  to keep it alive because I want to live like I never did before…

DON’T BE THE LEADER THAT WILL PULL YOU FROM FRONT BUT BE THE LEADER THAT WILL PUSH YOU FROM THE BACK.

 My life was tough, I had to take decision that I never took before. Sometimes I was right but most of the time there was lapse. Coming to shercol was one of the right decisions that I took in life. Sherubtse gave birth to the girl who I am today. It gave me an identity. This year 2014, I contested for the post of FINA secretary. I got through. Thanks to the people who supported me. Well here is my manifesto that I prepared at midnight, at the eve of grand election.

CONTESTANTS OF FINA ELECTION

I am here again standing before you all, behind this podium that has given this country many great leaders, who not only succeed in their lives but also left a great legacy behind. I am honored and humbled to stand here today. I am Pema Tshomo from English media and I am serving as FINA first year representative. Before coming to this college I thought the clock tower is the charm of Sherubtse but the fact still remains that it never moves and shows the same time everyday. but After coming here I realized that there is something more that makes Sherubtse special; FINA is far more captivating and fascinating. It is the true charm of Sherubtse. I had the privilege to serve as a FINA Rep for which I would like to thank you all for the opportunity and support. I cant say that I have all the knowledge and qualities that a leader is ought to have but I have gained experiences and I believe that with knowledge one can plan but with experience one can do it.

 King jigme singye wangchuck was a leader where as Gaddafi was a dictator. Its neither historical facts nor my interest to show difference of what a leader is. Yet to me its important because if it’s a work of tug of war, then I will be an individual who will not command to pull but will join humbly in pulling and completion of our work as one. I believe in oneness.

 Our college as of fall, will have more than 500 new faces, strangers basically. For a nation to be strong, the people must be united, we must be one. I am here to create an environment of connections, know each other as a family and grow as one. That is how I will define sherubtse. I have always believed that greater kinship shapes greater leadership. I cannot promise you this and that as I am not the supreme one with complete decision making power and with my flaws, I may not complete it. But with your support I am sure that my flaws will turn into challenge and individuality will change into reality.

We all have a will to change. That passion that drives us to be different. That power of voice is in each and every one of us. Give me that voice, that power to change and I will try my best to put it into action. Lets amplify that voice because if we act as one than even the mighty Milky Way bows to the lonely sun. My dear friends, if you have germinating power then I will work into nurturing it but of course, the choice is yours. Every individual says let the best win but I believe its not about winning. Rather its about our collective support towards the best time. Let the time starts.

We don’t know what destiny have stored in for us but I believe we write our own destiny. So lets write our destiny together.

 TRIP TO DUNGKHAR..THE CONCH VILLEGE

THE DUNGKAR CHOEJEE HOUSE

THE DUNGKAR VILLAGE

THE NAKTSHANG

THE CONCH VILLAGE

ONE DAY AT THE VILLAGE.

You get so used to the electronic alarms that at first its hard to get up at the rooster call. The rooster call starts around 3 am and that loud call just makes you feel at home.  You wake up on the fourth call of the rooster, open the wooden window with those cracking sound. You look outside and find everything calm and tranquil. There is a soft breeze greeting you good morning. The foggy atmosphere, the chirping of the bird, the happy sunrise makes you realize that you are really alive. You go outside on the bamboo balcony and wash yourself with the fresh chilling mountain water. After that you go to the kitchen. You see the hearth with little puff of smoke and a charcoal pot on it which tells you that your breakfast is ready.

Your grandma is sitting near the hearth chanting om mani pelmi hung and she greets you with a wrinkled smile. You sit near her and at times that seems like the coziest and safest place on the universe. Then slowly, you start telling grandma about the dreams that you had and she with her wisdom tries to interpret it.

You hear footsteps outside, slowly the big wooden door squeaks; it’s your uncle and he has just returned after tending the ox which is to be used that day to plough. Then your aunt descends from the attic with bungchung full of zow and sheb. The whole family gathers and has the most delicious breakfast ever; ezey, white rice, suja and zow. After the meal your brother and sister wash dishes whereas you go with your aunt to milk the cows. You get the responsibility of holding back the calf and just the thoughts that there are few more cows to go is tiring.

With the full filled bucket of milk you witness the milk forming curd and cheese through the process called churning. As your aunt prepares the lunch you have nothing to do so you just play with your sibling. Not with toys and barbies but with stones. You just find out that your sister exceeds you in ek dro pa ek. After that you accompany your aunt who is going to the paddy taking your uncle’s lunch.  The nature’s beauties just mesmerize you; the newly sown paddies smiling up to the hot summer sun, the sound of the river blending with the wind, the smell of the soil and the chirping of the birds. As you near the paddy, you hear your uncle singing as he ploughs. On seeing you and your aunt, your uncle waves at you and stops ploughing. As he sits down he wipes his face with his shirt and he takes out the leaves cap he has made to protect himself from the harmful UV rays. A lunch of red rice and red chilies leaves you all sweating but nevertheless you won’t be able to deny that it was wonderful.

 When you return home, your sister and angay are drying the wheat in the sun and once again you are asked to guard it from crows and pigs. Knowing that it’s easy, you lay down on the ground and without knowing you doze off under the hot scorching sun. Suddenly you wake up with your face full of sweats. It’s almost sunset so you and your brother go the forest to bring back the cows.

     In the evening,  all of the family member sit around the fire and for dinner you are having bones with pumpkin. Though pumpkins are not your favorite you cannot help but have two plates of rice with the pumpkin curry. After dinner, your uncle retires to bed as he is bit tired. Your aunt weaves with a song playing from the radio beside her. Grandmother is busy with the children narrating her fascinating folk tales. The atmosphere is warm and cozy; dim fire in the hearth, murmuring of grandma, humming of aunt and snoring of your uncle and amazing exclamation from your cousins, The best music of your life. That will end your one day stay at your village. A day well spent.