My Hamlet Joenkhar

With the crack of dawn, the sincere sunbeams hung over my head intruding through the windowsill next to my timeworn wooden bed. The lip-smacking aroma from the kitchen is where mom was busy preparing rice whereas dad was busily involved in invocating morning prayers.

The gentle gust from the west distorted oval shaped cobweb scattering a group of spiders towards many course that diverted my attention in four direction in depth of how beautifully nestled my village at the foothills of Yumzangmo mountain in the north, sided by cool water flowing calmly through lush green forests in the east, to the far west lies the home of many wildlife’s and in the south cascading Gamrichu with soothing tune of sound.

Sanctified is a small community located at the bosom of valley besieged by the cooperative denizens bound together by the pristine trust and respect amongst all. It is a genesis of peace, propelling prosperity while plummeting all the pains that breaks through every impediment to the growth of the better place like Eden above. 

Lucky are we dwelling at the height of happiness showered my late HH Rigzin Jurme Thinley alias Meme Tshong Tshongma Rinpoche who established Serdam Gonpa and converted everyone to the son of bodhisattvas by blessing the land per with Copper colored mountain. Mantras overflow the mouth with the constant virtuous duty in hand. Proud are we who are immersed in the responsible and responsive society upholding the dignity of labor in pursuit of independence and self-reliance to achieve the target of gross national happiness.

The Wrath of Preliminary Exam

Oh, Solitude! Where are the charms that sages have seen in thy face? Neither did I see nor I’m up to you notwithstanding by means of all the promising measures accessible in my small hand. 

Customarily I endured secluded on the fifth floor at the crook of the flat beneath thin window sill fronting a modest alter of Padmasambava. Supplications and aspirations obscured within the four walls to receive the worthwhile result of PE.

Heeding to a gentle gust and gawking over the sagging thangkas has spiced to my aloofness. It has fashioned a big space for my fatigued soul to sense like a fish out of water. The whole kit and caboodle seem like in fairytale at this moment. Entirely I want at this instant is to be this and that which is fair enough to escape from facing unfold of my life-changing event of 24/8 /17.

The heart is pulsating aberrantly amid a heavy downpour of tensed feelings. What if life has got a little in the store that I certainly not expected to encounter in my next phase of life? God has never failed to answer my call should it be something that I’m longing so much to embrace. Conversely, if it should take another way around and become dragger to my heart than do I have sufficient blood to bleed?

By failing to prepare indeed we are preparing to fail is what goes an old cliché. Did I actually flunk to face unforeseen scenario to be stuck at indeterminate period? What should be the ensuing

move if the story changes its course? Am I in the locus to wrestle the challenges which are going to hit me from the most unanticipated corner in one way or other? Will the atmosphere be alike as usual? What should be my rejoinder for the first cell phone ring from my dad, mom, and so forth? Did I muddle up somewhere on the way that has tricked me to experience this event?

Incessant and myriad questions popped up to my notice yet no answers left in the stock that spurred me to hold my fire and comprehend. Yes, time reconciles the whole shebang but one is of certain that scar will remain forever.

Physically handicapped with deficiency of alternatives, mentally destitute without an ace of solutions and psychologically deprived off with hopelessness.Aphorism is hollow because it says not bygone rule you but how can I forgo without reflecting what I did in exam, logical words are irrational as it mentions not to be the prisoner of past yet I can only be the architect of future based on past and even psychotherapists’ intelligence has got no strength that can goad me ahead since every time I tried to distract from this tautness of exam still I’m caught up in the same pool of troubles. What point is there striving to rely on those factors if you are back to square one?

Does it mean gather grapes of thorns or figs of thistles? Even learned men among lords and lords among learned men must comply with luck at times. It’s okay to face the challenge from cradle to grave but laurel of success comes to those who can wait but gets what hustlers left which indeed can be the turning point. Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown because when encumbered with a huge hope of everyone and trust is showered upon oneself, it is what my heart thumps at an increasing rate to bury agony. It is supposed to be hard and that hard is what makes us great. Let me put spoke in my wheel not to lose ground hitherto within the ace of defeat.

Buddha’s in all direction, at your feet I supplicate. Bless me and guide me till the end of my journey

. /\/\/\ Kencho sum kehno!!!