“……..Nachhung Bumoi Losem Thrue Mi Thrue…nam tok mey pai du ngye…….”
Slowly, a crooked right hand of him would reach to the cell, just above his head to mute it off the tone so as to further his number –four sleeping poss. His semi-conscious brain is said to have conditioned to such ringing in the early hours.
“It is 6 O’clock.” He would whisper to himself, and he would pull on the blanket to step into another brief sleep.
After a while, the rays of the bright dawn would peep through the windows to alert him for the day’s journey. He would jump off from the steel bed and without much delay; he would head towards the bathroom holding the green toothbrush and GARNIER face wash, with a dirty orange towel over his shoulder. After a brief shower, he would spend a minute or two with the cosmetics. Then he would hurry out of his room exactly at 8:30 with a blue pant and Fila T-shirt.
Without a proper breakfast, he finds himself amongst the group of 80s in the lecture room. This is the space where he lives in the illusionary world of dreams and fantasies. The spoken words of the professors in the class bring no sensation to him and he would be physically present in the class exerting a weight of 60kg over tiny chair just to respond his name in the register.
As soon as the classes get closed at 4 in the evening, he would lead the queue out of the Accad-block. Rare was his engagements with the games but he would never miss the dates with the number of people online. His routinized appearance online would begin immediately after his return from the class and it gets extended to late nights.
Beastly look is his face, crooked is his figure and rudeness is his character. But he would not reveal any bit of these tastes and everyone online sees his edited images, plagiarized status and messages, and many more. He feels himself a celebrated star, yet no single fan. He takes different egoistic stands on the social media just to receive maximum attentions from others and this is something that has nothing to do with his real existence. This was a kind of monotonous practices led by him. Not only his time gets wasted but also the endless conversation via Facebook chat box diminishes his spellings and structures of English to the large extent.
Without much realization of his mistaken path, he kept on moving on and on. It continued like one and half year after the commencement of his course. He was subjected to various kinds of people online and most of them have left negative impacts on him whereas few of them took a chance to help him get out of the mistaken path. One such person who assisted him to make fruitful use of the time was the celebrated voice of Bhutan. He heard her voice on-air since he was a kid and her voice was his best company when he was busy after the cows in the jungle. Now she became his source of inspiration and motivation. This is how he decided finally to write some shit in this format to keep away from the previously habituated useless works.
With the commencement of the Bhutanese New Year, I sincerely take oath to keep updating my simple blog once a week or a month. This could be my New Year resolution and happy LOSAR to my readers.
Slowly, a crooked right hand of him would reach to the cell, just above his head to mute it off the tone so as to further his number –four sleeping poss. His semi-conscious brain is said to have conditioned to such ringing in the early hours.
“It is 6 O’clock.” He would whisper to himself, and he would pull on the blanket to step into another brief sleep.
After a while, the rays of the bright dawn would peep through the windows to alert him for the day’s journey. He would jump off from the steel bed and without much delay; he would head towards the bathroom holding the green toothbrush and GARNIER face wash, with a dirty orange towel over his shoulder. After a brief shower, he would spend a minute or two with the cosmetics. Then he would hurry out of his room exactly at 8:30 with a blue pant and Fila T-shirt.
Without a proper breakfast, he finds himself amongst the group of 80s in the lecture room. This is the space where he lives in the illusionary world of dreams and fantasies. The spoken words of the professors in the class bring no sensation to him and he would be physically present in the class exerting a weight of 60kg over tiny chair just to respond his name in the register.
As soon as the classes get closed at 4 in the evening, he would lead the queue out of the Accad-block. Rare was his engagements with the games but he would never miss the dates with the number of people online. His routinized appearance online would begin immediately after his return from the class and it gets extended to late nights.
Beastly look is his face, crooked is his figure and rudeness is his character. But he would not reveal any bit of these tastes and everyone online sees his edited images, plagiarized status and messages, and many more. He feels himself a celebrated star, yet no single fan. He takes different egoistic stands on the social media just to receive maximum attentions from others and this is something that has nothing to do with his real existence. This was a kind of monotonous practices led by him. Not only his time gets wasted but also the endless conversation via Facebook chat box diminishes his spellings and structures of English to the large extent.
Without much realization of his mistaken path, he kept on moving on and on. It continued like one and half year after the commencement of his course. He was subjected to various kinds of people online and most of them have left negative impacts on him whereas few of them took a chance to help him get out of the mistaken path. One such person who assisted him to make fruitful use of the time was the celebrated voice of Bhutan. He heard her voice on-air since he was a kid and her voice was his best company when he was busy after the cows in the jungle. Now she became his source of inspiration and motivation. This is how he decided finally to write some shit in this format to keep away from the previously habituated useless works.
With the commencement of the Bhutanese New Year, I sincerely take oath to keep updating my simple blog once a week or a month. This could be my New Year resolution and happy LOSAR to my readers.
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