Thursday, August 28, 2014

The days of awe…….. Love versus Criticism

The character leads one’s own life, where-in people around cling to the idea of theirs, to turn and change the circumstantial evidence.
Once when I was in those days of school age, I felt in love with a girl but strangely she hasn't had the least courtesy on my pity love. After many trials and difficulties, accumulating over innumerable problems, I intended to construe my live love to intimate friend on mine.
He murmured, ‘yes, grasp the profound opportunity and propagate into fruitful of success as decision is key at this juncture’.
Herein, I have to attune to the rules and regulations of universal love, ‘conditional and unconditional love’. As love is an emotion with many sides, shapes and colours. The love one feels for parent or children is quite different from that which one feels for ones sweetheart. One is mixed with the emotion of sex while the other is not. The love one feels in true friendship is not same as that felt for one’s sweetheart, parents or children, but it too, is a form of love.
As I looked into small mirror which was hidden in my suitcase, I felt ashamed as everybody around me kept on criticizing on me for loving such a lovely lady, which is indeed bestowed with a lustrous paragon of beauty.  
On the contrary, they tend to reveal my smartness. I’m very stupid being, so I think now, lacking even the slightest glimmer of confidence to over-come it. I protest the saying, “The abilities of a disciple can be shaped but not his basic character”.
I lost all the hopes and aspirations to get into the world of love-making. I felt clumsy, as I thought I’m not smart enough to love her. I felt, I’m the only person left behind by God which lacks mental and physical styles of living, hair-styling, attitude, behavior, etc. all these bewitching qualities.
Eventually, I addressed wishing card to be sent to her on appearing annual examinations, when a year came to an end without being least noticed.
Crowd in a queue attending dinner happened to criticize and condemn on the subject of addressing wishing card to her, proliferated over an hour.
I went back to the hostel and took a minute of bed rest. Upon opening my suitcase, the wishing card, which is meant to be sent to her, wasn't there. I was dumbstruck, deaf and mute. My place in the cosmos is merely empty.
Hey, master, group of giggling friends came to me and informed, ‘the card which is meant to be sent, is already in her palm’, that’s miracle I thought. But, you know, she confided all these messages written in the card with her friends in the hostel, eventually leading to full of murmuring rumours of a love-letter.
But how did a card…..? I asked astonishingly. Mr. Gongdola intimate friend of mine, took it out of my suitcase and handed over to Mrs. Sonam Yangzom, a girl I’m in-love with. But no response came……..
Finally, it was on the winter of that year, a reply came but it was too late, as I lost perspective in mind.    
What a karmic situation is rolling, we were placed in the same school together a year latter at Jakar Higher Secondary School in Bumthang. But none of these happened to happen.
The venture of my school age, at Tangmachhu Middle Secondary School had a fleeting glimpse and moment of memory engulfed me unhealthy to live on this universe.
But, indeed, now I’m father of three sons and a daughter married to a girl from my own village, rendering my service to serve the TSA-WA-Sum as being in small government’s civil servant. Here my life goes on….


2 comments:

  1. Your friend did it for you. He was a good friend indeed. But it didn't happen and now you're having a good family anyway. Nice Love story. I couldn't make out the actual response you got from her. Thanks.

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  2. Thank you for visiting my blog and commenting as well.
    It was positive letter and yet I took least interest in mentioning all tiny matters as it happened noting after all.

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