The Note-Books with the Admonition

My schooling life was so strange. Brought up in a destitute family, I became very sincere diligent. It was so stiff on my part during those times. Enjoyment was away from my world. My schooling life at Punakha High School was profoundly challenged by the competitors from the various sections: Science, Commerce and Arts. I belonged to Arts section, one of the notorious sections of the year 2004. Ragging Giver Class of the year.

Copying notes either directly from the green board or listening to the dictation of a teacher in the Bhutanese classroom teaching was the culture during those times. My friends in the class were so lazy to copy those notes in time. Being one of the high achievers in the class, my friends used to lend my note books to copy down those notes-

So, I started maintaining the note books. The note books were of register type. People say that “Cleanliness is next to Godliness.” I used to keep my notes very neat and clean and up to date. The books were quite heavy and had the Admonition written on the top right hand side of each book, on the cover page: “Please Do Not Dog Ear the Pages of my Book.” They used to return my books without dog earring the pages of my books. 

Journey to Ahmedabad

The journey, with two of my friends, started on 29th July, 2011 by the Druk Air and landed at New Delhi International Airport. With much tolerance and curiosity, we stayed in the waiting room. As the time passed by, it was such a boring schedule for us to wait for a long time. I kept my eyes on the Time Schedule Board, for the next flight, located next to the Bench, where we sat.

I have seen people of different races, passing in a speedy way. My mind was perplexed and lost it for a moment without any motive. In the meantime, we ordered some Chinese and Indians cuisines, just to fill up our ravenous bellies, by looking at the pictures of those cuisines shown on the Bill Board. The cuisines were shown in a different sizes, shapes, and patterns of the plates. Through the taste of the foreign cuisines, I remember how much I miss the Bhutanese cuisines in a foreign land.

After waiting for the last long six hours, the journey came to take three of us to Ahmedabad, a Provisional Home for a time being. We packed everything again. We said safe journey and goodbye to the waiting room. We set off the junction and flew away, high up in the air. Before, I conclude my write up I should not forget to introduce two of my friends.

Mr. Kuenzang Thinley is from Bumthang Shingkhar and serves in the office of Revenue and Custom at Paro International Airport. He is married and has three modest, loving, beautiful and of course solid daughters. We met with him at Paro Airport with a large Digital Camera, hung over his beefy shoulder. He was graduated from Sherubtse, with B. Com degree.

My other friend Mr. Tashi Jamtsho is from Pema Gatshel, Yurung. He works as an Assistant Lecturer in Political Science at Sherubtse. He is also unknown to me. He talks less and listens more. He calls less and receives more from his bride. He was graduated from Pune University with Political Science degree.