DISCO

A DISCO PENCIL, I would really like to find the person who came up with this name. Carrying a disco pencil was my first taste of popularity, those gleaming, lustrous plastic with 10 changeable nibs inside it. Using the first nib was always nerve wrecking, trying not to break the tip would always break my sweats. Waiting patiently for the nib to wear out to pull it out and like every old worn out things, its position would be at the back so a new one could be pushed forward to have its own moment. carrying one was a popular stuff during my days, collecting every color of it would sky rocket your chances of getting more friends. Mind you it was 10 ngultrum a piece which was a lot during those days. Not everyone had the luxury of owning that pencil.

As shiny as it was it had the power to make your day somber. Nobody ever explained to me that it came with 'losing those tiny nibs' offer attached to it. I would always throw 'guilt' out the nearest window to steal the nibs from one of my nearest seat mates. Or maybe volunteer to "SwEep The CLasS" because mind you I wasn't the only kid who was losing their nibs. I would go trough all that just to save myself from the trouble of chewing the paper to shove it in those tiny hole to keep my pencil from working. chewed up paper doesn't feel the same as stolen or "found" nibs.

ahh good old days I wonder how its hype died down. maybe kids these days are still using it?  Or do they carry any road to popularity items?

picture courtesy:  https://i.pinimg.com/originals/44/21/02/44210286afdcadb1bfb2e093a1b7c60e.jpg 

it took me hours to search for these images. just realized it isn't called DISCO pencils.

fun fact: just found out these are called pop up pencils, because it pop ups if we don't lose the nibs or use chewed up papers as it's replacement 😞

crimson RED

 In the last week I have cried 2 times. These days my tear glands are tickled so easily. Then I realized I was just days away from my period. I had seriously cried to the song "the story " by Conan gray and some profoundly somber "hurting underneath the scars from being pulled" kind of  a somber documentary. (search for JUnko FUruta).  I wanted to know what caused our mood swings during our period but ended up searching for some amazing facts about our "crimson wave". lo and behold ladies we have a Disney movie made on our bodily function and it  also mentioned that its the first movie to ever mention the word "Vagina". As interesting as these facts were, the title is acutely straight to the point "the story of mensuration"(1946) no brainer. Come to think of it we  came a long way from the word vagina making its RED carpet premier in 1946 to every students getting sexual education.  

Then I started getting angry, talk about whiplash, Right? Girls do you remember how our boys damned us for their reason for sleeping in the classes was us being in our time of the month? Lifting the accountability from themselves and mind you! making it a very valid reasons. And for some reason in the dumb head of mine I used to believe in those shits. Being born in a religious family didn't help your case either. But you didn't have to get up at the crack of dawn to offer your prayers to god. Girls we cannot step foot near his home. We are practically invisible to god for 3-5 days of the month. Sin all you want. From the money you wanted to steal from your brother to talking back to your parents. By golly, our period can only save us from God not the whips from moms' famous Boiler TAAR! So there's that to look out for.

Then it got me thinking the advantages we have over men, for instance "men don't be offended on what I wrote in the  paragraph above, you know how women's mood swings are when they are on their period". See ladies we can get away with almost anything. If we are late for work or oversleep? its because we are on  our period. Cancelling plans that we weren't interested in the first place because it is that time of the month. who would notice? Throw in couple of periods in a month and we can surf in the crimson red through any problems.

And my fellow readers sorry I deleted the last two articles and came up with this dire piece because I am in that time of the month.

stay at home, stay safe

Until next time 

  

THE BAES

What would you do if you can see my friends through my eyes? Wait!! before you speak out your opinion let me influence you a little.
In 2013, the freshmen  year of my college I was placed in a class of 36. like a lost puppy I followed a trail and slumped in a conner of the class. That seat was my throne from where I saw my friends grow strong.
We call her "goonda" strange name, right?!! Never in a million years did Dorji Zangmo think that the name (goonda) that she wanted someone else to have, would cling to her dear life. she looks nothing like a goon though, instead her smile could light up the whole class. I wonder if she could start over again wold she keep the same name.

left: Nima Yoesel Chezom, Right: Dorji Zangmo

oh! let me not forget to introduce her best-friend Nima Yoesel Chezom. Well i have heard that the black necked crane would always travel in pair. I think they are the human version of the bird because I always see them together. you all have something to ponder on. Hmm..
You should see her walk, she sways her hips and the clothes accentuates her curves. The way she bounces with every step she takes. I really lost the opportunity to break into her room, am pretty sure i would have found springs attached to
                                                                      her shoes or maybe NOT.


We used to call them "Garrulous Gang", i know, i know, my mates have these weird and usual names but they are very exuberant and also dear to me. This group consists of 7 members and are very boisterous. Wondering how they got this name? Come lets take a step into the past with me, you can also play a dramatic music to make time travelling more realistic.

It was in the ENG 201 class when our tutor with her dulcet voice, perspiring from her forehead was trying to explain stuff. When this group of kids at the back, talked like there was no tomorrow. I tell you if it were for them their gossip would create scandals. Sometimes jabber to the point of annoyance, it is non-stop. That was the day when our tutor had had enough and named Tshering Yangzom, Jampel Norbu, Karma Wangchuk, Sukmoti, Pem Choki, Sonam Lhamo and Wangdi were named "garrulous gang" (parrot gang)

from top left: Wangdi, Karma Wangchuk, Sonam Lhamo, Pema Choki, Tshering Yangzom, Sukmoti, Jampel Norbu

Every class would be incomplete if it did not have the  "QUEEN BEES" . I mean not the regular stereotypical Queen Bees, they are very soft spoken, they would be trending with the trends. If you need opinion on fashion and tips on how to lead a clean life, you all should definitely contact them.

from left: Sonam Chezom, Yeshey Choden
Kinley Lham, Melam Zangmo

Even with closed eyes you would know when they walk past you because of their obvious nerve numbing (in a good way) fragrance. The trendsetter of the class Melam Zngmo, Yeshey Choden, Kinley Lham and Sonam Chezom. I have a love-hate relationship with one of them, for the amount of prank we used to play with each other, we would be afraid to pick up our phones when the other called for the fear of falling for the pranks. Yeshey Choden I hope you know the game is still on.

from top left: Pema Wangchuk,
Nima Wangdi, Shakti,Tshewang

Younten Tharchin

Talking about fashion, lets talk about the guys who were always fashionably late. Take a look at them and you will know there had been a storm because their stick out in every direction. With weary efforts they would drag their feet and slump into their seats. Running their fingers through their hand would be their moniker.  I know what you all must be thinking, some wannabe gangsta trying to look cool when they are not. You all are absolutely correct, but they were also the sweetest and most approachable boys in the class. "like a diamond in the rough"

  Shakti Man Mongar, Pema Wangchuk, Tshewang, Nima Wangdi and YontenTharchin call                                                                           themselves the "PUENCHAS"

From left: Jurmi Thinley, Karma Wangdi,
Tashi Wangdi, Choki Wangchuk

It is amusing how these boys a housing number "the 164". As unusual as their name, their relationship is weird too. With their insensitive jokes and larger than life pranks (i would melt into a puddle if their pranks were played on me), you will have your doubts on their friendship. But you should notice how their eyes light up when they talk about one another.  They are one and for each other. Tashi wangdi Jurmi Thinley and Choki Wangchuk and Karma Wangdi were and are really our PEARLS.

From left: Kencho Zam,
Dhendup Peldon, Kuenzang Peldon

With their thick Sharshop accent they steal the attention of every on lookers (if you want your crush to notice you, just walk with them). One speaks very fast like a machine gun fired at a massacre,(lets hope we can ricochet it), while the other speaks like she has all the time in the world, accentuating every word. And in between these two is a girl who is foreign  they are speaking. Trust me they would never run out of patience, I had the first hand experience, I would always annoy them with my uncanny behavior but they never lost their cool.

They are kuenzang Peldon, Dhendup Peldon and Kencho Zam. I would always get their names wrong and had to suffer listening to the "even after four years blah blah blah" talk. 

She is the mother of three, with glasses worn at the ridge of her nose and stylishly cut hair. She grabs any opportunity to her advantage, it is so unlike her physique. 

Ana Youden.

Her big puppy dog eyes and perks of being her mother always gets her way. I remember staying in line for a show, when she stealthily got in front of and said from over her shoulder "I am a mother of three". yeah! she does that a lot but we love her to death. Our precious Ana Youden. (if you are a mother you can get away with anything, girls! start baking).

Left: Tshering Choden
 Right: Dawa zangmo
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There were these two girls in the class but you'll never know if they are in class. Cats are known for their stealth, Dawa Zanngmo and Tshering Choden is definition of stealth. You wouldn't notice them come in the class but they would be there. and you wouldn't notice them walk out- well nobody notices anybody walkout from the class for who wants to stay in the class the lessons are over right?! The point is they are stealthy. Never in my four years of stay as their classmate had i seen them raise their voice. We should alter their direction to a lullaby contest rather than teaching. Hands down they would win it.

Courtesy: google
identify Timmy, if you can. :)

OK!! enough about my friends, let us talk about dogs or dalmatian in particular, they look the same with that black over white polka dot on their skin. But i know they are pretty darn cute that's for sure.

From left: Cheney Zangmo
Jigme Zangmo, Sangay Wangmo.

These three girls look so similar, They have got the same height and as if it wasn't enough they dress alike too. i would always make a fool out of myself approaching them for they have their similarities to their advantage. And I have my poor sight as mine. (don't trust me when i say " i saw "things"", i might be wrong 99% of 100)

I bet if they applied for any position of a disguise , They would nail it, I think they should consider it now that the college is over. Jigme Zangmo, Sangay Wangmo and Cheney Zangmo
"The Disguiser"  . (see even their names rhyme).  P.S all Asian looks similar.

From Left: Sonam Tempa, Lhakpa Tshering
Sangay Chedup

Lhakpa Tshering like a voice of early spring, if any of you are interested in a singer; trust me he is the man you are looking for. (sorry ladies, he is already committed). Sonam Tempa a very modest man, he thinks everybody is better than him, I certainly wish he would start believing in himself for he is one of the most talented men I have every seen.
And Sangay Chedup he is very cute, everybody likes him, I don't know how he managed to tolerate my other classmates, I would lash out on everyone every chance I got. He is a sweetheart.

Sonam Wangmo

Neither did she have an identity crisis nor was she a gender fluid, but I liked to call her a "boy". You ask why a boy? (just pretend you asked). You will never wake up from your bed every again if you have messed with her. And talking about bed, she is in bed rest now, nope! nothing happened to her, she just gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. Here is the picture of our baby " MAMA" Sonam Wangmo.





Here you go!! This is it. I hope I could influence your opinion and if I didn't, well then I didn't, nothing to fuss about.
I couldn't have asked for better classmates and i wouldn't trade them for the world. Thank you all for making my stay in Paro College of Education more indelible.
AND before i forget here is a picture of ME

P.S do not forget to comment on what you think about my friends.

400 views. thank you

Hey there Readers 

Thank you for 400 views, i know i am dormant most of the times. And most of the readers are my classmates. i have not updated since last year. 

I want to WISH all the READERS a HAPPY NEW YEAR.

Stay tuned for more articles.

TAME

How far can u let it go? Do you even want to let it go? Can’t rely on it to beating. It’s just another night and it wants me to let it free for once.  It wants to Fly up in the sky, dig deep down the gutter and playfully shoot everyone around. 

For once it wants to live, without any speculations, judgments; it wants to love fiercely with no one in between no religion no regulations. Its wants to be set free yet how far can it go?

It wants to dream big devoid of it being broken when reality hits harder than a truck. It wants to travel land and sea, to find chemistry more than a science. Climb the highest peak and it wants me right beside it yet how far can I go?

It is drained of telling me what it wants for I always give ’em broken promises. It challenges my opinion, pry in my business detect a lie. It says am hideous, hideous at showing my emotions. I like to keep my issues down yet how far can I go?

It’s always darkest before the dawn; it refuses to give up on me and a strenuous task to get rid of it. Yet how long can I deny?  I really like it to take over me for it promises to show me a new side of the world. How can I agree when we are both the same person with paradox inhaled? Yet how far can we go?

WE KNOW!!!

Wings were suppose to make you soar high, not bring you tumbling down. It should make you feel free, make you invincible but instead it’s like a weigh that drags you down. Even weighs can be tossed out at one point but these wings are attached to you like a dreadful past that you ought to forget but can’t and comes back to haunt you in your good days. It’s like a ghost on your shoulder that no matter how hard you try, you just can’t shake it off.

You are one in a hundred with beautiful colours swirling all over you, like god sent his most precious painter to carve striking patterns like you were an empty canvas. This is at least what you would like to believe. The way the giants look at you in awe while you would make sure everyone is happy like a little super hero you are.  But deep in the core you know it would never be enough. The one in your tiny world who taught you everything, whom you treated like your world, to whom you showered with every hard work and strong drive and you still know you would never be enough to them.

That’s when you would feel like a trash, to cut out the wings and bury them and set yourself free. Very ironic how could the one thing that you were very sure of make you feel so lost. Like you were gratified with the most fine-looking sunset and somehow your vision betrays you and you can’t seem to figure out anything. Like you were dragged into a ghost town, no one to trust and everything would be falling out and you would be left with your tiny hands to put everything back into places.

You wonder if they really wanted you to succeed in the first place. Why squander away time in teaching you if they had had enough of you. Now here you are in the moment when everything is calm and collected falling off a height with a cut out wing, spinning round and round as if the world around you would disappear if it goes any faster. But you had never felt so right, so happy at the moment and everything falls into pieces. No pride and No prejudice. And you never felt at peace than in the moment.

hey there

hi to all the readers.. i ve been very busy lately thats why i have been failing to update.
after i get back to my college i promise to write more.
i have lots of articles in my draft and hoping to publish soon.
thank you