Sunday, 23 March 2014

The western Thief – Ngalong Gorben (Khegpa)

Did you ever hear of the word Ngalong Gorben? It is a term used in my community. It literally means the western thief, commonly called Khegpas As a little kid, when we used to refuse and obey our parents or elders, they used to say “Ngalong Gorben gi budu Na”; ‘the western thief will take you’ And we used to instantly obey and get with them, because we imagined Khegpas to be no difference than Ghosts. Such was in fact one good trick to allure and lend in the ears of an innocent kid to their wish and I am sure such traits do exist even to this day.  And surprisingly I am yet again amused to hear about this, I feel nostalgic!
Yesterday I called my parents, just a normal call to ask if they were doing fine. They were doing fine, only problem that they and the people over there are alarmed by the presence of Ngalong Gorben, the Khegpas. Frightening the people over there. Everyone seems to be cautious and alert. They said that after the dusk and before dawn, they are unable to roam or walk alone. I even laughed when my parents said that some of the village people have even readied their bow and arrows. Seriously?
Well, about the Khegpas, people say they are also normal human being like anyone of us, who hides by the day and becomes active towards evening or after the dusk, It is said that whenever there is new constructions like bridge or dams, if a human life is sacrificed (put underneath alive) then the life extend is prolonged. The rumor about their presence are only heard in the remote communities and it is said that kids are their favorite targets of kidnaps. Do we hear about them in urban areas? People say they are the secret agents of the government or organizations and that they are highly paid for doing such job.  Do you believe?  Fine, take that as truth about the extension of life but instead use that cheap quality construction materials, will it still resist the test of time? Will it hold the truth behind this nonsense? This I think is unnecessarily hurting and disturbing the innocent and peaceful people. God only knows who such people are, perhaps they are doing other grave things in such names.

I will share a story which happened with me which is related. It was in the year 2010. I finished the second semester of my course and was heading home for the summer vacation. I had to walk two long days, but I decided to cover it in a day as I had no heavy load, it was just a bag of about fifteen Kg. It was raining lightly when I was about to enter my village. There is a small village which I have to cross before I get to my village. I was alone and there was one cattle herder on my way. I forgot to take umbrella and awkwardly I was using my towel to cover my bag backside. He was suddenly alarmed and questioned me. I thought he was crazy, as if I wasn’t from that community, although I I did not know him as a person. He was telling me where I was going, the name of my parents and why I am going? I answered all his questions. He seem to know my father; then only he let me pass!

That day I reached home rather amused thinking that the herder was really mad. I reached home and shared what has happened with me on the way and my parents weren’t surprised! Then only I realized as to why the herder asked me so many questions. Perhaps he was suspicious and wanted to make certain that I belonged to that community. From what I heard the next day you would surprise to know that during those days the parents took turn to escort the day scholar students of the school we studied as a kid. A hell lot of problem and disharmony was caused, everybody was scared. I don’t know when it was stopped, because I had to return back to college. Now again the same story? Please not again.


Personally I thought that Khegpas are only the rumors; that it is just a hearsay passed down to generations, that it is just the defunct tricks to frighten or avoid naughty kids from doing bad things, but it seems it does exist? Even at times when the world is advanced with wonders of science and technology? The better question is why? If it is so, then the various monuments that are wonders of the world should have numerous live humans sacrificed? I think civil engineers should know better. It is the choice between one’s real efforts and/or rely on such orthodox superstitions. Otherwise why create unnecessary disharmony and disturbances? 

Saturday, 15 March 2014

I am sorry

I am sorry I can’t please everyone; everyone who matters to me even in a little way. I can’t say Hello or Hi and thank everyone who has in some way made difference in some point of my life.
I can neither avoid every bad situation or trouble nor smile every moment for I am also human being with same emotions.
I am sorry I can’t be winner always; sometimes we succeed and sometimes we fail; that is but the very fact of life and I believe it is completely fine.
I am sorry I can’t keep all my words, why do you want the secret to die and decay with you anyway? I can’t avoid hurting someone in some way for everything is two sided; when one is pleased, the others are hurt, can we hammer a nail without making a hole? And is it not natural?
I am sorry I can’t always stretch and lend my helping hand, for my hands are also tight sometimes. I can’t always be loyal or decent. Rules are made to be broken, otherwise why rules?
I am sorry for I am arrogant sometimes. What kind of people are we, if we can’t appreciate about what we are and what we aspire for? I can’t follow the crowd or you either for life itself is chained. Do I not need space for my own self to play around?
I am sorry, more often my eyes are blind and ears deaf for it is better this way. I see, I hear and this invites so many unexpected troubles!
I am sorry, I worry too much at times for that’s what keeps me alert and active; sometimes I am way too much suspicious for this reminds me to give a second thought.
I am sorry I have too many liabilities, too many hitches, in fact too many to list. I am imperfect you know; when even the world itself is imperfect, how can I (for I am just the part of it) be?



Wednesday, 12 March 2014

I have a dream

I have a dream that some fine day I would be able to serve the true purpose of my life; that I would live this life without any pinch of regret.
I have a dream to serve those who served me with all the good wishes and prayers.
I have a dream to help those who helped realize my dreams and aspirations; to love and care who loved and cared me for.
I have a dream to walk an extra mile for those who made just a leap of step for me.
I have a dream to fulfill all the wishes of my dear parents of whom I owe so much; to be loyal and serve them with utmost sincerity and dedication.
I have a dream to face all the corners of darkness this life has to offer and get through to the light; shine and show the world that even though you are nothing extraordinary, life has the equal share for  those who dares and that one who doesn’t dare, complains a lot.
I have a dream to work, work with my heart and head in coherence for the good, not just for me but for the organization I work for.
I have a dream to love someone dearly with all my heart and be loved with same measures in return.
I have a dream to be alone, think alone, do alone and live alone in my own way, so as to know the very meaning of loneliness or a company.
I have a dream to get drunk by all the varied cocktails and drugged by deadly drugs to see what kind of life in that state is- a third heaven as some says so.
I have a dream to be drenched by all the rains of tears to know the very depth of sorrow and sadness.
I have a dream to be soaked by all the rays of laughter and smiles to measure the very weight of joy and happiness and find out how far it goes.
I have a dream to shed all the fake masks that masks me so often and live a life that is completely my own, redefine myself ultimately.

I have a dream…

I have a dream

I have a dream that some fine day I would be able to serve the true purpose of my life; that I would live this life without any pinch of regret.
I have a dream to serve those who served me with all the good wishes and prayers.
I have a dream to help those who helped realize my dreams and aspirations; to love and care who loved and cared me for.
I have a dream to walk an extra mile for those who made just a leap of step for me.
I have a dream to fulfill all the wishes of my dear parents of whom I owe so much; to be loyal and serve them with utmost sincerity and dedication.
I have a dream to face all the corners of darkness this life has to offer and get through to the light; shine and show the world that even though you are nothing extraordinary, life has the equal share for  those who dares and that one who doesn’t dare, complains a lot.
I have a dream to work, work with my heart and head in coherence for the good, not just for me but for the organization I work for.
I have a dream to love someone dearly with all my heart and be loved with same measures in return.
I have a dream to be alone, think alone, do alone and live alone in my own way, so as to know the very meaning of loneliness or a company.
I have a dream to get drunk by all the varied cocktails and drugged by deadly drugs to see what kind of life in that state is- a third heaven as some says so.
I have a dream to be drenched by all the rains of tears to know the very depth of sorrow and sadness.
I have a dream to be soaked by all the rays of laughter and smiles to measure the very weight of joy and happiness and find out how far it goes.
I have a dream to shed all the fake masks that masks me so often and live a life that is completely my own, redefine myself ultimately.

I have a dream…

Tuesday, 4 March 2014

I wish you are here with me

I wish you are here with me
Because right now everything is alright
The stars and the moon is with me
A perfect moment of relief and comfort
The little flowers are dancing with me
In the shower of joy and happiness
I gaze around to see you but afar
It hurts me to know this fact
I miss you and I think about you

Don’t you miss me sometime?
The good times, bad, sad and silly
The moments that make us as one
Engraved in the veins of heart
These gives me reason to smile
Because you are always with me
Every beat of my heart is but a buzzer
That reminds me that I ain’t alone
This gives me hope and the strength
To strive and thrive in the worst ordeals
That your absence fetches forth
I wish you are here with me

Every little thing matters
As tiny as a pinhole,
As short as the morning dew
For life is but moments
Life is so partial you know
First a hell of courage to say Hello
Then it has us separated by miles
Does it not feel guilty?
Or even a pinch of pity?
I wish you are here with me

Sunday, 2 March 2014

Happy Losar

Long time ago, #losar was just about having good food and drinks or wearing new garments and playing around. Then it made some sense; losar was (is) much more than that! It was (is) about families, getting together, once again rejoicing the moments lost and enriching the grip of relations. It is relaxing and celebrating the victory, accepting the failure, healing the hurt, forgiving and forgetting and welcoming yet another mess of a life in store whole heartedly with all the good wishes and aspirations. It is about righting the wrongs of the past, filling the pot holes of slip-ups, mending the patches of failures and understanding to grow and broaden with age.

In nutshell, Losar is all about redefining oneself as a person, as a human being.

But sadly for now (perhaps for the rest of my life) I will have to postpone it all, because it is still the#working day like any other usual day. I don’t know for how many times I will have to postpone such important days, yet this offers me yet another gust of passion to live with hope; it makes me realize the value and the importance of this very day.

Anyway I would like wish you a very happy Losar; may all the wishes come true.