Scary Reality

Quite recently my housemate's nephew was lost in Damthang, Haa. He was just about 5 years and found to be nowhere when his mother came back from picking firewood. The father of the family works in the armed force and has to be away for his duty most of the time. It was quite strange of him to go anywhere since he was not a type of kid who would go out and play. After days of searching him, he was found dead near a small river. Surprisingly, the search group have been in that spot before. It was a pity that they didn't see him there before. 

I have heard of a vague stories of "Tromchoe" before but never ever have I imagined that it actually happened in reality. People are taken away without his or her own knowledge. Some are released after few days or weeks, but rarely survives. I get goosebumps even when i write it. I will narrate the stories told to me.

There was son who was very pampered by his parents because he was the only child in the family. He was loved dearly by his mother and father. When he graduated from RIHS as a health assistant, he was placed in Sakteng, a lovely place in East. Since it was his first placement of his work, his father accompanied him since there wasn't road during those days. While the father and son walked along the foot path, suddenly the son ran without saying anything. His father called him back but he sped fast and within few minutes the father lost the son. He was nowhere to be seen but little further the father saw only the clothes of the son. People searched for him for days and weeks but no one found him. When the parents sought help from the Oracle to predict what actually happened, they were said that the boy saw a bull chasing him and he had to run. 

Some people say they sometime see him in forest, all of his body covered with moss and he hides when he sees people. 

Isn't it strange and scary? This story is haunting me. What is this or who is this? A big question mark???

The Storm is finally coming to an End.

The worst days are coming to an end soon. The best thing about this storm is that we learnt how difficult it is to stay away from each other. Our love grew stronger and we knew that we can’t live without the presence of each other. There was never a day when I didn’t cry thinking about my family back at home. The simple thing in life brought tears in my eyes, the simple writings touched me and the quotes on life seem very true to our life. The lyrics of songs made more sense and feel that some of the songs are just made for us.  When I see so many people around me, I feel I am the unhappy one. I feel lonely most of the time having to wander alone amongst the midst of strangers. It is like a darkness has befallen on me. I wonder sometimes, is this some kind of hell? Because hell can be anywhere. I feel more sad when I think of death and the little time we have with us and we are already living apart. I don’t want our daughter to feel the absence of me or her father. I regret having induced such kind of situation in our life. But as days pass, I keep my fingers crossed and keep on counting days for my reunion with my family. 

Cultural Shock??

Source: google.com (can be seen in Melbourne)

Source: google.com (seen in Bhutan)

I really did get a cultural shock when I first came to Melbourne. Everything looked so different from what I have seen and been to. I have never been out of my home country for more than 3 weeks. 3 weeks is just enough to have explored new places, tried new things and just you are starting to miss your home, you are back in town. Departing to Melbourne has been toughest for me especially because this was my first separation after the birth of my beautiful daughter. Well, that is another long story altogether, perhaps one day I will post about my two years stay at home with my daughter.

Coming back to the point, back in home, I am so used to seeing elderly people chanting Baza guru near the Chorten that I really get surprised when I see people at similar age group going shopping and doing some transactions in the bank. I am not used to leaving a baby in a pram and not pay any attention even when she/he wails. I am not used to sitting across each other in a bus and pretend you don’t care about others. I am not used to people asking me ‘how are you?’ and not waiting for my response. Only later I realized that may be “how are you?” here means “hi”.

It really came as a shock to me when students don’t even care about the presence of the professor in the class. I mean how could they put their feet on the table in an ongoing class? I would not see such behavior back in my home even in our private places. While it was very interesting for me to experience the diversity in the culture and social, it made me appreciate the values that I am being brought up with. I am glad I am from a country where we show respect through our gesture because I feel that only when we feel it in our heart that we will be able to express it. I don’t know if my professor care about it at all but I make an gesture to show my respect to them though it may look ridiculously funny to people who are not used to seeing such rare thing. But this is the person I am molded into and old habit die hard.

(All mentioned above my personal views and thoughts)