Dwelling in the Past

Don't you sometimes like to go back to old good times and memories? When you are faced with difficult times; when you can't decide for yourself what you are up to; when life eludes you of all that glittering wonders; when you feel sick of the same schedules; when you feel left out by the circumstances around; when you can't control the flow of emotions (what ever it may be). Don't you wish like what if it was that very moment?

It is silly, but don't we depend upon our past to define the present and forecast our future? I think it is OK at times to rewind and relive the past moments. It makes us reflect about the path we are treading at present, judge and weigh for ourselves as to how much we have come thus far. The past also make us momentarily happy (or sad) and refreshes the very stand point we are at after all, life is but moments and memories.

Some incidents of the present make us think about the past and yesterday was one. Suddenly I was taken back to my middle secondary school days. I have a colleague at work (different division) who happens to be the best friend of a girl whom I had my first crush.
"Tshewang you know..........(girl's name)....? I am said that you were all crazy about her, it is funny!"
Startled, I paused for a moment and said:
"who doesn't have crush? and is it crime? come on it was at 10th standard, what does it matter now?"
"No i am just surprised as to how a simple guy like you could have crush on her"

I did not answer further, instead I was just wondering as to why most of people I meet think that I am but a simple guy? What does it take not to be simple any way? I left after telling her that it is once upon a time incident and that I have almost forgotten with time.

However, I think good memories doesn't seem to fade so easily. Series of flashbacks rolled over the lane of my memory and suddenly I was at that very time smiling. The good thing about crush is that  you tend to enjoy every bit of moments without any expectations and intentions. I did not  confess either and we were just like every other classmates. I was seated towards the corner end bench of class while she was almost diagonal to my seat in the middle row. The good thing out of it was all huge amount of monotonous lecture classes would be save by mere glance. Thanks to her i don't remember drooping in the class for even once...:P

Any way after 10th standard we were placed at different schools and we never met until of course in Facebook towards the end of my college years. Who isn't on Facebook now a days? One evening I decided to tell her my story to which she took it as a normal flirt/joke.  After that the most recently we met was during Paro Tshechu last year with her husband. we did wish each other well for the life ahead.

So you see going to the past isn't really a bad thing..lol. hope i did not bore you with all these bullshits, till then  thanks for the patience and have a nice weekend...

Breaking Taboos

Hello, I have been on vacation lately and its good to be back!..I have nothing special to share with, the following is a direct copy-paste from The Logical Indian which is a good and inspiring page. I just want to share with my fellow bloggers...have a good reading, happy week days!...:)


“Daddy, I am so scared.” Twelve year old Tanaya ran and hugged her father.

“What happened to my big brave daughter?” “Daddy, I guess it’s blood.. Daddy, I think I saw blood on my skirt today.”

Tanaya had lost her mother six months back and Ashutosh, her father was finding it difficult bringing up his daughter all by himself. He was madly in love with his wife and he had ruled out second marriage options as proposed by his relatives. He was a doting dad and tried his best to be a mother and father to Tanaya.

“Daddy”, Tanaya spoke again. “Daddy, I saw blood in my skirt. Rashi told me that it is periods. I am on periods. Am I on periods daddy?” It was not exactly a comfortable question for Ashutosh so he tried to evade her questions at least for some time.

“Tanaya baby, do you want an ice cream? Chocolate flavour?” Tanaya made a face. “You know daddy, Rashi was right. She told me that you wouldn’t talk to me about this. Even she discusses all this with her mom. I wish mom was alive. I am sorry I told you about this. Just forget that I ever told you this.”

Ashutosh was startled and a little ashamed. He didn’t want to make Tanaya feel bad about something which was so normal. He just wanted to buy some time for himself. “Tanaya sweetie, why would you feel like that? I am your mommy too, remember? I wonder why Rashi would put such things into your head.”

“Then why wouldn’t you talk about it daddy? I am so scared. Will I die like mommy too?” “Oh no baby, never ever say that. You are daddy’s princess.” “But daddy.. blood?” “Come, we’ll go out, have ice cream and then discuss about this. This is a wonderful thing. Always be proud of this.” Ashutosh held his daughter’s hand and escorted her outside the door.

As Tanaya took a large bite off her orange flavoured ice cream, Ashutosh asked her to narrate the day’s happenings. “Daddy, I saw blood on my skirt today and I am very scared.” “Well little Tanaya, let me narrate a little story to you.” “Oh sure, daddy. Make it an interesting one.”

“It is an interesting one, kid. When your mommy was as little as you, she also saw blood on her skirt. She ran up to her dad who told her that she had received the biggest gift of her life that day.” Tanaya had her doubts. “How was it the biggest gift of her life daddy?” “Because that day she got periods for the very first time. It gave her the power to be a mother. It gave her you.” “Does that mean daddy, that I can become like mommy too?” “Yes, of course, you’re already like your mommy with your hazel eyes and chestnut hair.” “Thank You daddy. I love you. I’ll tell that annoying Rashi that my father is the best. He told me everything. I have some more questions but I’ll ask them tomorrow. I need some sleep.”

Ashutosh heaved a sigh of relief. He’d broken a taboo. Tomorrow he would be adequately prepared to break another taboo and talk to her about something society would not have approved of. As he put Tanaya to sleep, Ashutosh could feel his wife smiling at him. He had not been a good husband to her while she was alive but he would try his best to be a good father to their daughter.

--Sreyasi Verma


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The Rosie Project

The Rosie Project by Graeme Simsion, an Australian Author is an interesting Romantic comedy novel. It is an endearing story about a professor in genetics of Melbourne university, Don Tillman who suffers from Asperger's Syndrome (doesn't seem to know himself) and  explores about how an autistic man approach a romantic relationship.

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Gene and Claudia (both psychologist by profession) are  couples who are in an open relationship and  the only two friends of Don Tillman, the protagonist. Don is  Gene and Claudia tries to help Don find love with the project called 'Wife project' which is unsuccessful. a list of questionnaire is prepared to filter out unsuitable candidates. In the midst of these, Don come across Rosie  though she doesn't know about the wife project at first. She is just the opposite and doesn't fulfill all the scores of his questionnaire. She is a smart and beautiful in character who is also on her own quest of finding her biological father. Ultimately the wife project turns to Father project, Don with his genetics background tries to help Rosie find her natural father, in the midst of these developing attraction and love towards each other.
Through his battles to find a way to understand his own behavior the novel teaches one to acknowledge and embrace our behavior no matter what. It is full of humor, emotion and warmth.
Does Rosie finally get to know her real father?
How does Don who has difficulty in socializing especially with the opposite sex explores to find his love? Read to find it yourself.