Skip to main content

People Keep in Touch

Mathematics is a subject that demands constant practice unless we claim Einstein’s brain. And once we lose track, it is very difficult to find our way back. I always felt that everything becomes new and unfamiliar to me during the exams. Maybe that was because I wasn’t in constant dialogues with my texts. And that’s a problem. Human relationship is no different.

Relationship is a fragile ‘thing’ that disintegrates anytime if not nurtured constantly. TashiCell has sent a right message to its customers when it chose (out of so many) Keep in Touch as the company’s slogan. In human relationships, keeping in touch is the right key and its absence invites real problems. Other than love – however true it may be – simple acts like calling her to tell her how much you miss her makes so much difference especially when you live far from her.
Distance makes hearts grow fonder, does not really work in relationships, well in most cases – I never deny exceptions. Rather distance makes our hearts grow strangers because then we are gradually losing the feelings, emotions, and those loving gestures that we receive when we are together.
Then, you get a feeling that she no more loves you or is interested in you. Maybe he has forgotten me after all. Maybe she is going out with another man.
So, we start blaming each other and find faults where there are none. Neither one is willing to take the responsibility and accept the faults. Because it wasn’t his faults or for that matter it wasn’t hers either. And it is exactly here all failing relationships can trace their root.
So, once you finish reading this nonsense, please make sure you call your beloved ones far and near and tell them how important they are to you. For the ones still hunting for the good souls, good luck.

Comments

  1. Hi Penstar. Nice muse. keep it up. I don't have to call yet because I am one of those hunting for good souls. ;)

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

So what do you think?

Popular posts from this blog

Our throw-it-away culture

Like all grandparents, my late grandma would call food 'tsampa rimpoche' and any fuss made about it would invite everyone's sneer and scoldings. Food is always treated with respect and is never wasted. "If you waste food in any manner," she would admonish us. "One day food will discard you and you will go hungry." 
What remained from the previous meal would be turned either into porridge or sometimes leftover rice would be dried in the sun. The dried rice would then be fried into puffed rice and consumed with cups of suja. When there was so much food left, especially during big events, leftover rice or kharang would be mixed with a small amount of yeast and brewed into ara.  
The only thing that I can vividly recollect from my primary school days is how we would be hungry most of the time. Food we were served was hardly enough to tickle our throats. We would be sent home only once a week on Saturdays and that was our opportunity to replenish our popcorn s…

Utpal Academy - Bhutan's first All-girls High School

Welcome to Bhutan’s first all-girls school. Isn’t that wonderful news to all our parents? Certainly, as a parent of a one-year old daughter I am excited about the coming of a school exclusively dedicated to the needs of girls. Our girls need special treatment, which we can for sure entrust the responsibility to Utal Academy, Paro.
I really like the name – Utpal – in Buddhist world, Utpal is another name for lotus flower, which is believed to grow from mud and yet blossoms into a beautiful and majestic flower. It stands for purity and many deities are depicted holding flower Utpal, more prominently Jestusn Dolma, the Goddess Tara. Symbolically, it also stands for the transformation of our girls. What an apt name for the school!
The Principal’s message posted on the academy’s website promises providing our young women an “opportunity to participate fully in a wide range of extracurricular activities to develop skills and qualities that will lead to successful and fulfilling life.” That’s…

The Story Thief

When we were growing up in a small village in the central Bhutan, we would gather around our grandparents every evening in a room that would be dimly lit with a kerosene lamp. Our grandparents or the elderly members of the family would then take turns to entertain us (siblings and cousins who lived under the same roof) with their stories. Such was the only form of entertainment we had had then.  
Our grandparents would start their stories, which they probably would have heard them from their grandparents. A young poor boy becomes a successful farmer by a turn of luck, a man fights a bear, a poor boy accidentally marries a rich man's beautiful daughter, a lame monkey helps a boy find great wealth, a rooster regrets his action after he mistakenly accuses his wife and young men go on business trips to buy cattle, among many others. We grew up listening to many such stories. Sometimes, the storyteller would narrate the same story again and again, and yet every time it sounded more magi…