Thimphu Gi Dro: The Taste of Thimphu

Thimphu Gi Dro: The Taste of Thimphu

I know Thimphu is a denizens of all kinds of people and they have their own unspoken problems. Similarly, as a young introvert degree holder graduate, from the ocean of suffering, a drop of it fall upon me that made me mentally disturbed.

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I have no say over the people who have their own supportive family, brothers and sisters at Thimphu, but have a story to tell for those who does not have. I want to make them feel that they are not only the ones who is suffering.

After completion of my studies, I have to go to Thimphu to appear preliminery exam for which I have no option left then to stay at my cousin's home because I am financially weak to stay by myself paying a rent. The rent in Thimphu is beyound my comprehension.

Preparing some gifts like Kharang, Yuechum, butter and cheese, and some vegetables to the cousins, I left my village with 7000Nu. whom my parents gave it to me after their tiresome hardwork and indispensible hardships. It's hard for me to expect more and I never demand more and nag for insufficiency because I know the hardship to gain a single penny. Their hard earned money is like gold to me.

As I step into Thimphu city, the swarm welcome of noise and air pollution made me feel doomed and sweft nostalgia emerge that made me to miss my home desparately.

 After arriving at Thimphu, I took one taxi to reach me at Hejo. While in the drive, I was engrossed in the world of fear and hesitation. I get stuck with how to confront them. I fear, if there are some other guest. I fear that I may add blunder to their way of getting financially sound in the stars like town as most of the people living at Thimphu, money matters a lot. 'Money thunders in Thimphu'.

However, I made an audicious attempt to enter my cousins home. They welcomed me with a warm smile which lifted my heart high. I thought, first impression is the last impression and repayed them with some sweet intro about the conditions at my village. I also mentioned them about the well being of my family. Though I am not a gregarious person, like somebody says, 'I faked it to make it' that a I am not a silent person. Then I got some hot tea and a delicious dinner. I also offered all those gift that I brought from my home instantly after some talks. The next day I was given a hot tea in the morning and then offered a breakfast.  Similarly, they offered me a delicious food for one week but the guest name plate get changed after you stay couple of days. Their attitude purely reflects what kind of thoughts are runing in their mind. May be I am wrong!  As a humankind, I also don't feel like to stay like a guest because I am there to stay for more than two months to appear RCSE. Subsequently, when your money get dissapeared each day, heart gets groomed and painstakingly mind get tensed so much. I can't tell my parents to send money for this short peroid of time repeatedly and therefore, train of thoughts evolve in your mind.  On the other hand, how can I tell my cousin for money as they too are reluctant to give. I understand them because I would have felt the same in their shoes. 'Some people's conditions in Thimphu are worse'.

A gulf of hesitation develops internally because you have nothing to help them than to eat, wash dishes, and then sleep. Even if they say, "don't hesitate" in a polite way, you develop a inner feeling that will make you heard as if saying in a different tone that makes you feel more unattached to them.

As time passes by, you land up lingering without meals. You are lucky, if you have a friend who are financially sound because they help us and even offers you meals but those unlucky have to suffer with empty stomach. Ausssh!  And at cousins home, as they request you to eat, you hesitate and you will respond that you had a meal though your stomach thunders so much.

A real relm of suffering was in that situation, where you have to suffer your own. 

While in the midst of preparing preliminery exam, I have to fight back with this distructing emotions and when the exam nears, you feel like your wieght of suffering was deminishing but each day there was increment in my fear.

Moreover, the only thought that revolve around me repeatedly was, What if I don't qualify in P.E? What will my parents feel about me? How can I face my friends? What should I do the next? What's my back up plan? The moment you start thinking those questions, you even get a goosebumps but whatever it was, life is determined by some percentage of luck,  perseverance and some percentage of what is so called karma, 'the fate'. I feel the 'wind of karma' has much effects on our life. No matter what happens, life goes on. 

So, may be there will be some person similar to me who would suffer but in a different way. Eventhen, I want to convey that you just need to give your 100 percent perseverance and should not forget to pray to Triple Jem. Not only when you need but everyday because somebody has rightly said that " you should not pray when rain falls, if you don't pray when sun shines." Prayers must be made. I feel it's useless to get bogged down with what's going inside you, the emotional things as it's temporary. Everything heals with a flow of time. We should not be complacent in this little time of preparation and recklessness shouldn't be there. Just prepare thoroughly and even if you don't get through it's okay. 

 Getting through RCSE is not only the way out to our life, there are many possible ways that we can lead our life. May be when we are disqualified, we think this is the end point and most of us get doomed in this midiocre of life. Eventhen, positively life is giving us a challenge to invest more in utilizing our unrecognized talents which most of us are devoid of recognizing it. And I am still confused of my talents! I know when we are not qualified, we feel some instinct of sadness but we should not feel the end point as every end point is a starting point. 

(Good luck to 2019 P.E and RCSE appearing candidates)

#Everything depicted herein this little write up are purely based on my experiences which was mixture of  fiction and non-fiction. So are the places, names and events#

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