Sunday, August 07, 2011

My College Friends

For me Life isn’t so easy. Struggling every moment. Pain every second, heartbroken every hours, and so on…nothing has changed my lifes living. Yet I feel I am acustomed with it. I can do live alone, do alone,…but being alone doesnot take us to the temptations of modern world. Its here at kolkata that I am getting exposed to the real world. Being out of ones country isnt like being at home. Friends are what we all hangup with, without which we cant imagine a solitary image of confining to a dark room. I have many friends everywhere irrespective of their gender. Indeed good friends are so precious and hard to find. But I am lucky to have you all as my friend. Having friends from different places inspire us with their true nature, a challenging voyage in our life and importantly their love life which some are expressed and left otherwise..
To talk about my friends out here at Kolkata, I would be talking of my college mates especially those who are close to me. I came here for my studies and at first I was lost unknowing what to do knowing though nothing could be done and how to feel being only Bhutanese in my institute.
But my good fortune never left me, being infatuated with good friends here.  Since then my heart was on normal term with regular lub-dub of my once frozen heart.
My friends are from north india-kashmir, Meghalaya & Mizoram, a friend who are smart, well cultured and of course fluent in English-an advantage for a person like me who is non-Hindi speaking descendent.
At first language was my gap of communication. Most of them having problem with speaking english. Slowly I came to talking term. I thought I would be little dumb in college but then I got to know them  without whom I was like an idiot. Their caring supports eased my hardships. Now it has been 2 years and I am sure I will be little more than a dumb.and staying together with them and sharing ones own culture, lifestyles, religion is fantastic. We even learn their deepest secrets. Let’s see what up to they are?
Ram with long hair, unfurled down the neck, he is innocent and not really exposed to the life’s greatest gift. But definitely he is embellished with the jewels of modern knowledge having a place to do a degree at very young age. Headed from Meghalaya I don’t know much of his love live but what I know is that he had loved once and he remained unknown to her till now. He is simple and dance oriented guy. Being my classmate and roommate I am contended with what we do and say.
            Back in hostel, he is busy with Facebook on his Samsung mobile and most of the time on call laughing and talking. When I listen to him I could only hear ka stud and u sim, but really don’t know its meaning?but by observing his gestures, I guess its something which everyone of us would have struggled for! Recently he is in love. I see him struggling by making someone to hunt for cell number. “Ram don’t be silly, go and tell her. Chances are never zero.”
                   Samuel too is my roommate. He spend his time mostly with his cell phone and of course no doubt with his laptop. He play music whole night long. When all are asleep, who listen to the music no one knows. It stops only when the battery forces lapee to switch off unwillingly. What I love is his frequent shaking of body with the rhythm of heart throbbing music. Had there been Oscar, he would have won for missing most breakfast. You know what I mean? He is the one who love sleeping! Classes make him awake or else he would be flat on bed. Intellectually, he is sharp. His sleeping nature is an sharp contrast to his excellent academic performance.
                             Flown from Mizoram, he is handsome and many girls have crush on him. Unable to choose, he is ‘single and ready to mingle guy’. Rather what I would say a perfect bachelor! But by his regular creeping from room, well dressed make me doubt for his singularity. That’s he would say, going for chowmein but I say, for eating he wouldn’t be that pale and undoubtfully satisfied. What you guys say?
                                                             Omy, the hyperactive man is too much into life’s experimentation. He has gone through different stages of life… only left is death. He have one trait that he would wake up from deep sleep on hearing opposite voice. Can he survive without it? Wondering what? Take it easy that’s women. I can neither confirm YES nor NO. you just gotta see him. Sorry but I am left confused here. Should I say ‘nishi is his’? Yes definitely, they are so intimate that they cherish moments with frequent dates. But sometimes I am feeling guilty to utter for nishi would be too insolent. Journeyed  from Kashmir, he is well heeled and stunning too.
                                                                          Now see here… He was in love with another girl. I wonder how truly he loves. Or is that just a habit he is into? Observing how he say about her-Arpita, clear my clouds of doubt of false love. Every day, he stands within eyesight to measure and remark her lissome shape accompanied by howl of smile. He attends the class but he would be lost in a fugue and pay less attention to his studies. But he is a brilliant lad. He urges himself to act cool and shake off his martyr yet rays of love from her eyes intoxicate him. Take note, this girl is his 12th love. We call him “Bangya kuta”. Don’t ask me why? Just watch ‘pyaar ka punchnama’.
                                            Asjid, from Kashmir, a hardworking guy and topper of our class is on every ones lips. Professors at institute have started weaving the clothes of success, building the castle of happy life for him. He is brilliant and favorite student of Professor Dr. Ganguly. He is not only study oriented. But he does have some share of time for love. He has found his love in the same class itself.
                             At beginning, there was grist to the rumour mills churning out stories that he and Rani are close in their heart. When asked, he promptly said, ‘I don’t deny that she and I are together occasionally. And I do enjoy her company. She is very sweet.’ Now they are ‘ in relationship and off relationship.’ That is sometimes I see them together, with sweet smile on their face and sometimes quarrelling over phone shedding crocodile tears. But nothing could distract him from studying. I call him ‘bookworm.’
                  Not all relationship last forever. Everything has its own phase of end. Owaise was once in relation perhaps for few months. No reason is needed for breakup. After all it happen with the shift of minds desire to explore something new. Once too intimate they were that they have done everything this life has to give them, now they are not in good future outlook. Inclining to few whom they may not be interested on us is too tough. I have argued “love someone who love us “but now I am wrong.
                          Came from Kashmir, he now force himself to live, loving someone. That someone is just a mere dream, though she is step away. Pain of loving would have been in great magnitude had he been ‘one woman guy’.  He is fighting battles of love everyday within his marked heart. He finds his crush on every street he goes. Unable to find the perfect match, he is still unfortunate lone guy. His nature of loving everyone whom he come across, makes me full of questions. I don’t know whom he really love? He’s my buddy for about 2 yrs now, I think I’ve known him, according to him, he got at least 2 or 3 true love…”Sam, jyoti is my true love, I love her yaar”..Next day, ”Sam, I love Angie, I want to marry her”..And sometimes sadly, he recount Misbah back home who was his first love. What I know is she don’t have any soft corner in her heart for him, and that’s how the name “Ram Lal” was born..Such is the ‘multiple love life’ of him.
                                Omar is  most simple and friendly fellow, of humble origin from Kashmir. He is very nice guy, blessed with gods’ nature of patience. He is very caring and he never gets angry on anything. He is funny too, always laughing and let others laugh. Staying with him is just a remedy for boredom. Having bear like Osama bin laden, he is too religious. I could see him on white khan dress and white always praying to Allah, that’s what muslims wear and worship. When he pray, that’s when I think of my religion buddhism. No one would doubt he is cool guy and that they enjoy his company.
                       Does he have any love stories? Of course! He too have that impure heart soaked with loads of loving someone. But what every one of us struggle with the advantage of having heart with love is the love left unfelt by someone. Love get born its  own but does love express itself to the wanted person? That’s the disadvantage of being advantaged with loving heart. No need to talk of studies. We know he is hardworking and dedicating. He would sleep with books and wakeup with the same. Love for something makes us act for it.  Known as ‘rock’, he is solid and strong just opposite to me, but don’t understimate me.
Ravees  physically musculine and handsome looking guy is topper of physiotherapy.he is straight forward guy.everyone idolize him for his good academic records.being good at studies doesn’t hamper his ability of playing games.rather, he is whole mention, he is younger brother of Owaise. Studying together do have great benefits to eachother one way or the other. I wish I too had my brother here with may wonder why? Let me be clear. One girl was in love with his brother. But I guess he did’t liked her, or may be he gave a chance to his younger sibling. That’s how ravees is in relationship with his almost babe. He was rocketed into utmost passion by her, whose eyes shone with the truth of goodness, lips, soft and tender, and hair strewn across her back like silken gossamer….

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

College life

life in another country is full of happiness knowing though it will never be to the fullest. It’s wonderful to begin with fresh life, with new companionship, doing new things,even eating new food. It does take some time to adjust to foreign chimes, but the necessity of living in the present endures any hardships.
                     Love for life is patient with life that brings its share of pain. We know that there is an end to the most stubborn rain. We know the sun shine again on the world that’s fresh and new. One has to wait for life to come around and even when things happen that your soul can hardly bear, know that life will move on with its own rhythm.
                    By now I was in hostel. Started tasting new food. At first I could hardly make my hand to function, but the need for survival do loosen little of my muscles. To get a pinch from a bowlful of rice, we need to be in queue, drooping our head being feared of growling seniors, wearing white T-shirt and a black trouser. With ascent of time I would have eaten little more than what I took had there were no culture of ragging. Had I gone for mess regularly, by now I would have developed neck-flextion contracture. Days to weeks and weeks to month, now we could feel the lightness of mess.
                                                                                            Class too was not not an easy-go zone. Rather they would make us stand and bear their native slang  I was unbearably bearing that being inferior to them but inside thick flame was burning which I should have controlled going to library, the only AC room but that too was flocked with couples. Then what I do to cool myself? Just rush to my room and give slang to four walls of my room. That too didn't worked out. It just echoed loud. Only option left was let all happen and adapt to it.That was all during my first year at college. Way of living changes with time. Now I could even smell the smell of blossoming love deep inside my heart.
Everybody argue that college life is the best part of students life, but for me, its just contrariwise. A daily routine of waking up early morning, and going to clinic  dressed in white apron has became a nightmare of all time. The only difference  from school is that we are not guided by the ringing of bell. One thing is no one cares whether you are attending class or not.  I have escaped many class just to find myself with comfort on bed. Now I would never miss a single class being feared of attendance shortage. Otherwise my course duration would be automatically increased.
 Life has never been as what we all would have desired. But life goes on with the clicks of time and alternate day night. Every happy moments comes with its on share of sadness. After all I look forward to happy days. This lovely days,it will remain forever in my memory, but for now, I have got miles to travel, promises to keep, dreams to fulfill, and achieve my destination, before my eternal sleep…   

Sunday, July 17, 2011

Am I Handsome?...


 Who says handsome is all about perfection?
Look at me!
I am handsome!
Contrary to what my mirror show-
An ugly face, black moles, unfurled hair.

It’s that twinkle in my eyes when I smile…

It’s the way I look when I turn around…
It’s the way my lips move when I speak…
Which make me handsome.

Who says a man is considered handsome if
He is fair and well dressed?
              Everybody has that one particular trait in              them that  makes handsome or beautiful.
I too posses that particular trait in me!
That endure me to the beholder,
Which makes me at that point of time,
The most handsome man in the wold,
Perfect features be damned!
After all, perfection is not a criteria for handsomeness.
Am I handsome now???

Thursday, July 14, 2011

An unknown Perfect girl

 I have just seen someone very beautiful, obviously a perfect one. I was entranced by this unknown perfect girl when she cast her crafted eyes on me with a sweet melting smile on her face, a flash of light illuminated my little hidden heart. I smiled back indicating that I held a soft corner in my heart for her.
 She was a fully bloomed rose amongst the buds and a full moon among the stars. No doubt she will be the softest spot in every one’s heart. And nobody would deny that they are victims of her charm. But she touched me the deepest. My madness knew no bounds. Her dulcet tones leave me dazed and I’d do anything to see her beauty. At her angelic sight, I feel I am in paradise. She is so cool and walks as if on clouds. She possesses everything a gentleman wants in a perfect girl and nothing that one doesn't want.
        I remember the trouble I took in trying to spy out the route she’d take. Soon I found where she stays. And I always bump into her just to get a glimpse that would send me into flight. I would wait ages, just to see her pass by me. And when she appears, like an divine visitation, I just blame my naughty eyes for I can’t believe my eyes illusion.
                             Till now I am always been from a distance, like observing a rainbow all I like but don’t touch! Yet I always love to see her colors shine, even if from miles away. Whenever I meet her, the warmth in her smile imparts a feeling so serene, a sign of hope and a shower of thousand joys to my heart. The treasure of love, I cherish within my soul, how I much I love her, she will never really know for sure....  

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Learning to love

Life is precarious. One never knows what may befall. We expect one thing but something entirely different comes our way. Life is never same for all. Painless for some, agony for others. Some loves, other hates. Some christen it destiny while other say it’s chance. We will never know for sure.
                              Everybody should accept the inevitable. We are born to take the way life leads us. It’s here in Kolkata that I am getting exposed to the temptations of modern life.
       After many jaded sunsets, I was strangely besotted with an unexpected girl. I don’t want to fall in love but finds myself drowning in it’s emotion. Now I am losing my pristine soul and falling into sentimental addiction. Till this days, I was striving for freedom but now find myself  preferring to be a prisoner in her heart.
       I am embarrassed to be in love since I thought that such a man like me can never know what ‘love’ is. I used to think love as an infection and used to call my friends who were that way “love stricken people”. But now I find myself  suffering from the virus of this infection.
          Many of my friends are fervently entangled despite so many books that deserve better attention. No dalliance that romance is another degree most students successfully graduate in colleges. Now I am learning the magnitude of love.
Love? How I feel after being a part of it. Being in love with someone is to me the most beautiful and amazing experience that this life has to offer. Love is immeasurable, explainable and absurd. When I am in love, the very name of the one I love sounds so sweet that it generates musical notes. The name remains etched in my brain that it appears in front of me, no matter how much I try to ignore.
        I am walking alone, but I know that I am not alone. With me is all the happiness of having loved someone walking along, conversing, holding hands, teasing and smiling. It’s quite funny how I loose my control. I feel as if my whole world has just been taken and a new world just waits in front of me, a world where little things do mean a lot and I find happiness in what ever I do… 

Last goodbye

It has taken me 20 years to finally get here. After year of feeling lost, frustrated with what I have and scared to explore anything deeper, I have now resigned myself to this connection that we have because I can no longer deny the pull you have, away from me, magnetic almost,inexplicable, and unnatural even.
                                                     I was a lone guy before I met you, convinced that I wasn't going to find anything to satisfy me. I remember the first time we met. I was nervous, obviously, unsure of what to expect and how to feel. We got to know each other quickly and seemed rushed.
                You came into my life like a warm breeze teaching me the feeling I never felt before. Sitting up late into the night, I marveled at your body and the simplicity with which we communicated has just became a forgotten memories. You gave me a new meaning to my life and added aroma to my days. I wish I could go back into the life I had lived and move ahead. But I know there are major hurdles that have the potential to nullify all the joys.
                                                                                                         You stood by me at all the times. You were there, by my side through the good and bad times. And I could count on you during the moments of crisis. I am grateful to you for instilling that trait in me.
      Now we are on the verge of separate living. Here we are confused; lost; forlorn and struck right at the core. We have won many battle but to what use is it now? It seemed nothing could pass between us. And I always hoped that our relationship would last forever…!!! That was my hope, my battle cry ever since we met. It is all over now. I feel as if you are consuming me.
                                                                             I have seen the signs of your distress with me long before but I ignored the red flag. And today I am here facing the reality, unable to believe the truth.  Breaking away our strong bond of love isn't so easy. It’s really painful. We have done too much together and have been too intimate for us to just discard one another. But every beginning have its ending. So we have to end this with the same disclosure with which we begun. Love has ended and now pain pours into my solitary heart but time will heal us just like it has done for many.
                                    Goodbye ‘my love’, now and forever……..  

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Trip to Digha sea beach

Digha beach is one of the most popular vacation destination located south west of West Bengal. It is 4-5 hour journey by bus from kolkata.
 Digha sea beach is a mesmerizing sea that takes on several hues at different times of the day, the waves that break on to the pristine shores and the roar that echoes amid the lines of casuarina trees. The rustling of the trees in the wind and the seagulls flying overhead is extremely soothing. At sunset, the sight of billowing waves, bathed in the orange light of the setting sun, lapping the shore is enchanting.
        I with my friends had a wonderful trip on march 8. Journey was breathtaking... To mention few memories of my friends inside the bus...
Pema and Nim with a romantic pose,a big smile on their face,sitting with sun beaming down on them through the naughty windows and their arms wrapped around on each other...
             Back seat was packed by Chuni and Ganga. Chuni was into the world of musics yet nothing could distract her from such a ripe opportunity of life that thrilled the entire network of neuron in her body while Ganga covered up in shawls embracing the beauteous scenes that appealed to her sense on digital camera.
Nagendra was fast asleep,though the hot breeze discomforted him. There's no difference with Tashi and Ngawang too. They were in piggy slumber with cool breeze rustling past their hairs seldom open their eyes to notice that bus is still on move.
Chungdo on other hand was engrossed in listening musics on his nokia 5800 mobile and shaking his head with the rhythm of his favourite songs piercing his ears beyond the decibels humans are intended to endure. Sometimes he'd unplug his earpiece to listen and laugh with me for my dirty jokes.
         I enjoyed the journey though i felt uneasy due to hung-over from the previous nights intoxication of vodka. Digha beach is a must visit place for all...