Saturday, 12 November 2016

On the wall

She was gently flawless;
Pure as snow and sweet as honey.
Her voices were music,
And still remember that late winter when his heart got rape,
With those unusual smile like full moon.

Early young day,he use to catch those rising dawn alarmless,
And in half naked would spend hours listening to her early chirp.
Freezing cold didnt even bother him much,
And still picture how he use to be so powerfully affected,
Even beyond the midnight.

I didnt realize his heart was on fire,
Until silence creep in lately,
And when he droop down like october leaves tenderly.
Days by days, i would see him emptier.
and his every voices tearful.

At last to those shimmering candle light,
Just above the lying man on the bed
On the wall,i found his scribbles written red;
"An angel that once took to limitless sky haunt down like a hungry ghost, not even the mountains of soil could bury his carcass or ocean of water could drink his sorrows.

Saturday, 8 October 2016


Along the line, she walked with me.
In the air, she flew as another wing.
On the battle she guide like a north star.
No matter how far, she is always within me full.
The light that even burn in the torrential rain,
And that never subside like the early frost on the leaf blade.

She is my lady, goddess and my mother,who is my daily novel of love and pride.

Saturday, 21 May 2016

Back-breaking season.

Unending heavy days frictionlessly kept moving.
All in and around consumed.
It has even climbed to the height of toxic exhaustion.
Body has turned like leech drunk in blood; restless and unmovable.
Even the slightest tap would do tragic puncture.

Night has rolled sleepless,
Days were already seized before it even begin.
And loudest pissed-off scream like magma starts bursting,
With wrestles of million clouded feeling.
The lump of swallowing saliva even looked like a solid rock.

Diseased day has long arrived and never left.
It's been long consumed and roasted.
And fighting has been unending,
Yet light has never turn.

Thursday, 12 May 2016


She was a little girl,
Young, wild and crazy.
Her smiles were the brightest of all colour,
Her timid the cutest flush,
Her voices, the favourite in my album,
And her thoughts my principle,
She was a masterpiece,
When I met her on thirteen.

In slip of second I felt for her like autumn fall,
And she became my precious diamond.
My thoughts about her never stop like summer rainfall.
And as i watched her each passing day,
She blossomed like spring flower,
By then I don't know how much I fall for her,
But it was never ending like sunrise.

Tuesday, 10 May 2016

Thank You All( last row of college days)

Dear all,

The reality was harsh but experience was magically huge, more or less like the sea diver in the deepest sea. Along the journey of dense and thin, twist and turn, high and low it wholly assist me in preying my dreams to come true, discovering my true form and especially in prismatic learning of life and adventure.

I am drunk with myriad emotions, finger soaked with ink, sky enriched with charismatic energy, and my words won’t be able to fit all the immense thank and credit to the people who largely help me in many forms to overcome the weakness, to fight the difficult, to appreciate the simple and learning to be a good human in my four years of doing bachelors degree in India( Delhi). It is infinity and bulky to express how much I am thankful, still then letting heard seems better than holding and locking inside although it wouldn’t curve the need of my feeling that you all made it grew green and beautiful inside me.

Four years in Delhi in pursuit of my dreams has finally came true. The root of journey was quite a struggle with branches of battles, however finally seizing all this made me realize, life is basically the beads of battles that never ends until time reaches to the point when you get the whole insight of art of life. Time has flown crazily in the fractions of second, and I still feel the journey has just started, the newness of joy, chasm of love was all impregnated by beautiful souls around me. The journey has been marriages of unknown and known, expected and unexpected, clean and dirty, and hell consuming but the light at the far end of sight never made me stop and at last, seeing a risen sun of awaited queue of dusk and dawn make me feel sweetly in jumping joys. The success of joy never comes easy like in an hour or day, it takes whole of you, whole of time and when it blossom, it’s even more beautiful than the spring your eye fall in love with or a song that pluck your strings of heart.

Firstly let me thank my goddess and god( mom, dad, grandma, grandpa,my love and all relatives) who always inspire me in unending length in different aspects. I never know, how it be difficult to grow as parent less son. Even having you around, find me through complains and series of difficulty but you all made me feel the best that a parent could do to help in building a better person. It’s always beautiful and proud to be your son.
Secondly, I thank all my teachers who carved in the most special way, who practically guided me like the north star for the boatmen and finally making me understand the significance in the road of learning and enlightening me with worldly wisdom.

And yeah big thanks to all of my friends around the globe who always inspire me, who gave me the unending energy and who stand by my side in hard time. It’s something beyond word’s which you all do to me in learning and becoming one better person who I am today.

The last week, the last days of college day has arrived like the winter freezing the whole world. I can’t believe time has move so fast in nanoseconds but it has and ultimately it quite sadden me when I look back to those young free days of alarming college days, however, life has moved and has to move on with each turn , that’s why I feel; ‘things which are too less are always glittering gold’ something precious, which in life make us realize at the end. I will cherish all the songs that I sung through dawn to dusk, thousand stories written, million pictures painting and infinite photographs clicked in the book of my heart In my college days throughout my life. It has been struggling yet sweet and memorable part of my life journey.

Thank you everyone for making my dream alive and come true. I pray for others who are still in the journey, especially my juniors to spend each day and night of your college day fruitfully and handsomely, those who graduated the best of luck in coming future and yeah my words are too less for the effort you all sowed in me in building what I am right now. Thank you all!!!

Friday, 6 May 2016


Dazzling morning sunshine numb into dull orangish over the bar of hills,
The noisily chirping birds soothes into cold silence,
The brush of wind whistles at low and
Roaming buffalo along acres of land settled.

Entire was catalyzed into low and cold.
Only silence grew larger and deeper.

The strings of heart plucked tenderly,
Solid melted into softer,
Pounding like the paddling horse.
Flashlight of infinite signals ran through the head,
And his heart weep as it grey and freeze.

Magic Of Love

An episode of magic,
Flooded hugely:

The flashing twinkle through sky,
Brushed along the river of body.
And those shimmering waves polarized coat sweetly.
The reflections of color,
Impregnated charm in mountains,
And brushing air swept valley harmoniously
Heart was warmed,
And harms all healed,
Farm were bred breathtakingly,
She was a brilliance of shade to pivotal joys.

Thursday, 7 April 2016


Well again a bad day to me and rest those who supports Madrid.

I never do miss single match of Madrid whether they play an important game in a fixture or less. Basically, you can count me one as Madrid's fan. It was long time I started watching Madrid playing against number of teams. I was very young when I started loving a club and team play, and moreover it's like father son descending, because my dad is one pioneer who encourages me in infinite fields which one among all is football.I still remember how we watch Madrid's game like we are one playing in the field with all energy and enthusiasm. That's why its like my heart follows my king.

Al right, today if you've seen a match of Madrid against Wolfs-burg in Quarter-Final Champions league of First leg in wolfs-burg arena you would definitely know who played and enjoyed a good match and who suffered. Well, this is one bad game I watch Madrid playing. Yap, they did have a good possession of the balls comparatively but the display was pathetic. They suffered a shock defeat of 2-0.

Unlike the matches they played and name they carry, today was like unknown team playing against Wolfs-burg. Everybody understands the bad luck, the existence of all correlated factors which put in a good shape of everything and yeah, the weakness, bad lucks and mistakes at whole in the end gave Madrid a bad day to count in the list.

Number of factors put them to shock defeat and of all, what surprises was a poor control of the balls and no fight for the recovery. Among all, the defence also made several blunders which wolfs-burg thoroughly enjoyed in their own home ground. I am no match-statistics examiner, but yeah when you watch your favourite team playing, you find every bit of weakness. Today, wolfs-burg played much better, they were with like whole weapons to stop and they did the best they could with the strong teams. Definitely they deserved to win because of all the several weakness Madrid faced and every chances they fruitfully utilised.

Sometimes, no matter how much you're prepared still you fails, sometime's no matter how much you're confident you still beat, no matter how much you're strong still you fall down. that's when you accept the fact and that's why this is life, a life encompassed with series of unknown turns.

I felt disappointed, but yeah happy for the club who won against us, because they did won cleanly with a good game. Any ways, lets see what Madrid got for us in 13 of this coming week.

Hopefully they will surprise with joys.My love, support and My prayers!!!

Wednesday, 6 April 2016

Smoke in Naked Sky.

Coldest lip kissed the naked heart,
Slowly biting fashionably.
The reach to extremities, spread even to sky,
With breath growing heavier and cloudier.
The blood in veins stressed the walls.

The growing shimmer of light faded into dark,
The cheerful noises ceases into dreadful silence,
And the grip was heavier than the gravity.
The lonely night of sequential battle consumed hugely,
With the firing neurons thrusting the brain.

The tremor inside growled tremendously,
And slowly body fall apart like the falling boulder,
Muscles are heavily stressed and consumed.
And journey travelled, slowly starts fossilizing,
With 'nothingness'in the lens.

-Only when you experience the coldest of sorrows, the harsh of sufferings, the worst of battle, our brain starts to think that nothing in this world is purely permanent. like the beautiful spring flower that shrinks and die with rolling time, every single thing in this colossal universe undergoes through the series of life, where one point of time, life make us to go through the photographs of things that are buried as memories.

Have you ever tried looking back once or going through all this series of roads that you've travelled?
To me, all the roads that I travelled, look more or less untravelled. The beautiful, The worst, The Sweetest, The bitter, everything that we came across in next coming years will slowly fade like the smoke in the open naked sky. It become history.

22 years back, I am a happy kid, tension free who knows nothing but easily cheered with life surprises. 10-15 years passed, along the road, I faced some of the struggles, worries emerged and I thought everything is done once you solve in meeting the success.( studying was my complete journey in fighting for the dream)

22 years now, It's like dream fulfilled. I can do whatever I want in my own hand and feet. I am growing adult, who knows how to think, how to work, and how to earn to live a life. But, what is interesting that usually came across in my mind is a flash of "impermanence" that the sum of experiences of harsh, worst, sorrows, happiness and all gave me. I see, those child memories sweet but less mattered has fossilized already and in fact, all will meet at certain point of time. Everything has a time, flowers that blooms in the spring, birds that migrates, snow and rains that fall, and so is our life and sometimes basically doing nothing other than just fighting for our own life to stand on our own feet like the rest of others makes me sick and the cold consume me throughout, because looking around everything ceases slowly and at last turn into nothingness.

"Do good, be Good and live a simple life that counts!"

Saturday, 2 April 2016

Storm Settle

Without any weight on your shoulders or either a fire in your head, or simply without doing anything, do you sometimes feel exhausted and completely restless?

Restless in meaning, when you don’t find any taste or charm in doing anything or else, equivalently when all of your body muscles feel the need of relaxation.

Exceptionally, each and everyone of us must have come across or experience such kind of situations like well fed leech after blood. Where, no matter how much you sleep, no matter how much you rest or no matter how much you tried to do something to erase all this restlessness, still you must have felt deprivation of light and energy.

Well, recently like the roaming buffalo in the field or soaring eagle in the sky, I was completely over nothing, except for attending classes although I have mountain of works to be done before a day slips. 15days, a half month passed just right in front of my eyes like the shrinking flower in the hot summer heat, and I found myself still engaged with restless bloods flowing through the veins and muscles stretched and tired.

Well questioning about my love and passion? Playing soccer and writing poem. I didn’t do anyone of this. if I did, maybe I did once but everything was so dry and rancid, charmless and nothing seems to elevate my chemical hormones that illuminates with energy.

With drowning night, I questioned myself of what I have been missing?or trying to find out where it has gone wrong or else like planning to do something next dawn break to get rid of restlessness and get over with the works that has piled up like hill. I tried waking up early in the morning, I tried doing several thing which would help me move, but things have been stagnant. And at the end of day, when no thing work out, I again wonder how much I have to do to get rid of all this things. Basically I felt like things are like rotting away and fossilizing.

Did you ever felt this way? Yeah I know you must have felt pathetically restless with sicken nerve but don’t worry, body made of flesh and blood, body made of heart that feel and mind that changes are subjective to so many things that come across the road. That’s why, I realized, sometimes its not wise to fight. You know, sometimes no matter how much we prepare still we fail terribly, no matter how much we plan still it turns terribly wrong, because sometimes some things are beyond what we can understand until we leave it on its own way and wait for a good day.

At the end of the day, what is so important is learning to move on through whatever we come across, because are meant to deal with all this life swings and maybe you’re still wondering how? but yeah I wrote this article on my bed, body restless and at end I felt the light that illuminates me finally. I knew, light shine much brighter after deep dark. The answer to the question is , answer is always near and right in front of what we are searching, so don’t over think and consume unnecessarily. Life is marriages of so many battles and joys.

Thursday, 17 March 2016

An Open Letter To Mind.

Dear mind,

Well, I am aware of limitless length you can travel tirelessly, an unlimited height you can fly and ocean of volume you can drink with the numerous external stimuli that trigger you each single second.

As your body find a place on old chair in cool air conditioned room, embracing the deepest silence inhaling peacefully, I understood how suddenly you wish to be like a cup of formless water that sits in front of you when your window photographed for you.
It’s interesting here too, when few days back when your body was laid down on a naked ground facing perpendicularly to the sky and when you suddenly wish to be like those of spring birds dancing musically in an open sky.
Here is serious question? Like you can travel, fly and capture, I wonder if you’re able to reach below, under you and see whats going.

A mother of your body(heart) tirelessly do the job with the listless wishes you made. And I appreciate how much he can drink, stand up all the battles he face to get to where he want. But sometimes, no matter how much he try he is helpless, no matter how much he is sure he is clueless, no matter how much he has plan he is nowhere , things fail terribly unexpectedly and nobody understand. I feel terrible looking at the drunken heart unable to fulfill your innumerable list of what you wish.
At the end of day, looking at the heavy heart, burning lungs when they set slowly with sun and when nothing work out despite unending energy I feel terribly shaken like earthquake tremor.

Brain, you think bulk like mountains, feed heart with infinite desires and when things get stagnant, it consume whole of the everything. I realized, doing one thing successfully is more than wishing of so many thing’s and nothing made.
Next time, its totally fine even if you start thinking beyond imaginations, beyond the fences and horizon of limit like you always do but don’t wish for what is impossible.

An old mother sinks day by day with infinite unfulfilled wishes like the fading smokes in the open naked sky.

Your sincerely,

"You cannot depend on your eyes when your imagination is out of focus."

Sunday, 13 March 2016


Deep bluish azure sky above,
Scented breeze of mother nature,
Whistling music of winged creature,
And blossoming varied color of flower,
Has begun to paint and shower.

Astounding marriages of beauties has stolen infinite,
Even the angriest tide is at ease,
And thousand another intoxicated
Robbing all mourns.
And young sunshine has rose and started to shower.

The thousand feet happily dances in joy,
And strings of heart plucked unconditionally,
The season of beauty has finally arrived.
And Harmonious joy has overflowed beyond the boundaries.
The spring is in the air.

Friday, 4 March 2016

Final Days

Lately, with time approaching and drawing closer for even my last semester for the final years of my final days in college, half of my part starts getting sick and lonelier and I guess I already miss innumerable list of crazy things that I did together with my friends.

I am not sure if everybody feels the same, but I am drunk along the memory lane and my heart weeps pathetically missing all the sweet days.

It was one cold evening at around 5 pm, when I returned to my room from faculty. I was quite exhausted and with cup sip of water, I was on bed with a booklet which I write random stuffs starting from my class notes and all of sudden, with growing silence, tired body, empty room, my heart started to perceive the sad note sending huge transmissions to ceiling of my temple and I felt kind of empty, lonely and incomplete. The word of poem below represents my map of feeling inside.

Days run shorter,
Night empty and lonelier,
The road become tougher,
And shoulder slowly heavier.

Silence grew louder,
Room gets emptier,
The air become thinner,
And breathe slowly shorter.

Thing’s now get older,
And drunken heart sank in blue with old memories.

Wednesday, 2 March 2016

Morning Alarm.

His lazy hand rub his sticking eyelids and get over mobile to slide over several times to mute the disturbing morning alarm.

Earlier, this morning twenty minutes to nine after I got freshen up, dressed and collecting my notes for the days work, I made my way to my friends room to cook something to eat for the breakfast.There, he was like a piece of dead log, sweetly enjoying his sleep when I step into his room.

With ten minutes I got in my hand I rush as fast as cheetah for preparing breakfast and fortunately there was some packets of five instant cooking noodles saved which happily gave me plenty time from the limited. As soon as I begin making breakfast his alarm buzzed at the loudest pitch waking him. His lazy hand rub his sticking eyelid and later stretched to get over mobile and slide over to mute the alarm and there he cover the blanket head to toe gathering warmth and continued sleeping.

2 Minutes later, again his alarm buzzed as earlier and repeatedly he did the same getting over mobile and muting off. I was just laughing to myself catching a note on my hand with thoughts of my actions too, 'of repeated battle of alarm in lazy morning'.

5 minutes passed, I did my job well done cooking noodles as fast I expected and simultaneously my friend was busy sleeping and battling with alarm for the third time. It was naughty as nitrous oxide making me laugh.

I questioned him, If he was going to class following each alarm, but his sleep looked to me like it has even reach to every muscles and nerve sweetly; so much engrossed that even earthquake won't reach him. :)

By then, it was almost 9 am when I have my last spoon of noodles and finally when my friend successfully woke up after 4-5 ringing alarms.
following a minute later, I headed to my faculty wishing him a "good day" and playing with him saying 'you did a great job, and yeah alarm won a war against your sleep.' :)

P.S: Sangay, it was a good day to begin with laugh and so much fun watching you battle repeatedly with alarms. :)
(Who never did came across this battle?
I think, everyone of us must have been through this situation and sometime's it's crazy right? fighting over the alarm that we set ourselves. Actually I think our mind is the trade of everything.

Tuesday, 1 March 2016


Yesterday, it was good.
Today, unpredictable worst flooded,
Even the air I inhale is suffocating,
And the beauty I always see is blurred.

The joy has been corrupted,
And the colors faded.

Eerie silence has begun their music of loudest anthem,
And even those nosiest cricket are deaden with those rhythm.
The silence, every minute is deepened,
And cold has sharpened.

All I could feel is pumping heart beat
And the wrestling thoughts.

Sunday, 28 February 2016

Only If I've Wings.

I am tired of living within the fences of limits,
And yet suffocated in-out in this sophisticated place.

I wonder how it’s like to have wings to fly.
I wonder how it’s like to have voice to roar.

Or is it a time that transform everything slowly?

Sometimes how I wish to photograph the lonely and naked night,
The only most part when you swim in the ocean of freedom.

Haven’t you wonder how it’s like to be a bird in a naked sky?
Or a free flowing stream down through the valley?

I share those open naked sky,
I share those open naked valley,
With those winged and formless.
But still I feel clothed.

Sunday, 21 February 2016

Season of life.

Young as early spring,
Born sweet and beautiful,
Thoughts pure and clean,
Such a neat birth.
Extraordinarily amazing he breath a life.

Challenges as new puzzles,
Life gave him the game.
His thoughts rumbled.
Such a breathless he felt,
A poisonous venom like struggle he face.

And through the gates of long road,
As he passes by;
Days were getting older,
Shoulder heavier.
and tides scarier,
Vast as ocean he feel the battle with all breath in mouth.

Until when he meets a free flying bird in the open sky,
His heavy head got freed.

Monday, 15 February 2016

She found me.

She is new as the morning sunlight,
Green as the spring leaves,
Gentle as the evening breeze.

She put me on the float like dandelion in air.

Her whole flips thousand pages in my brain.
An enormous newness I feel in my heart,
Ripples in my blood sweet and magnetized.

Autumn fall is my love.

And Like those music that sooth,
Nature that steal infinite sight,
She stole all of me.

And I am here one howling wolf.

Friday, 12 February 2016

Harsh night.

Bed crushed, if crushable.
With average roll on double.
The wind bell like noise on loudest ring,
And those of rainfall thoughts like pendulum swung.

The paint of thought on the sky of my body,
Made my breath dirty.

With significant breath of air dose,
Endured along.
Resisting with eye closed.
Reserved optimum energy on red.

The warmth of body at peak,
With ocean of blood on rush.
Yet another season of harsh night on the row.
The tide has risen!

Friday, 5 February 2016

Life and Reality.

Naked feeling bloomed from the naked heart after couple of days of experimentation with dose of daily activities that dug my head sufficiently. The cloud in the sky of my head cleared handsomely after thunderous and rumbling rainfall and only by then I attained to a thought; Darkness can only make light glow brighter and beautiful.

Journey of life

In the course of this long journey, irrespective of anything each and everybody of us is subjected to innumerable things either we can handle or not and it comes to us manifested in various forms. I am pretty sure; every individual would have a novel inside in his brain and heart to narrate though different circumstances keep it hold within oneself.

In the ocean of life, as it keep rolling over with the strike of time we’re made to choose to live a life, a life where we search and battle over to attain the basic needs and wants as it’s more or less the terms and conditions given to us by the natural laws. Here is the simple question;

What do you do to battle to reach where you want to reach?

Simply, we are much conditioned to many of the things and moreover, many of us are gifted with whole package of weapon to fight and we could easily gain what we are searching for. But, do we value those that come so easily? Extraordinarily rare, I guess. Now respect to much arid condition when we face a higher level of challenges, few among us can only pass through the level with all of the capacity that takes to battle and when luck is at the peak.

Here is the interesting thing; those who fail to reach where they want, undergo series of self challenges despite the challenges that he/she faced already. Failure in human brain is mistook for ‘defeated and no choices left’ sometime’s. So that’s the reason why many of us suffer undergoing a phase of ‘sorrows’ in life.  In the tree of life, we succeeded to climb many branches that confront to us and that should be a reason enough to cherish, energize oneself and stand tall to make a move without giving a way to wrong ones, only by then you would see the brighter side of where you always want to be. Life, as it’s born as a ‘series of challenges’ we should accept and understand that there is always one way to get through the storms. Why we should unnecessarily consume one, when there is huge things to be happy.

Life is a continuous process of challenges and nobody would like to be sad inflicted with sorrows, pains and miseries. But, why do we complain so much in life when one challenge wins over us. Yeah, maybe the answer is ‘we are human made of bones and flesh to feel the pain, heart and brain to feel the disappointment over the negative vibes’ but aren’t we human, that make mistakes, are we not the one who is responsible for all the things that are made to happen. That’s why, there is always a way to mend and restart correcting where it went wrong.  You know, we care less; we value less for those things that we get easily. That’s why; we value more for what is involved with big challenge and that is not easy with our normal functioning brain, hence we need to groom our thoughts in much broader way.

Let me share you the commonest story among all of us.
Sometime in a day, without having anything to do we get bored easily and that’s not once, it come several time in different places in different situation. Why? Each and every one would have one in the list to reason out, but have you ever thought of what you’re going to do next time when you’re bored. Don’t tell me ‘life sucks.’ the commonest thing that many would have in the tip of their tongue to spit out.  Actually you know ‘life don’t sucks, we sucks.’ Because, how much better and smoothly functioning in our daily routine would be, if we pay those times to ourselves to experiment on various things. Seriously, have you ever given yourself a sufficient time to experiment? I didn’t. I didn’t, either because I am involve with series of activities or when I am bored, like many I would waste my time sweetly. So the story is, be your judge yourself, listen to your true emotion, it would make much easier in many terms and aspects.

The moon and the stars above you shine brighter when darkness get much deeper, that’s why happiness after series of struggle is much sweeter. Life is beautiful!!

Wednesday, 3 February 2016


Cold and bared morning, unwillingly and lethargically I woke up twenty minutes to nine when my phone rang repeatedly. Which, these days my lady does me a favor of being alarm for my winter deepen sleep.

Without even having a single bite to break my fast, I rushed for my first class for the day as I was already with strict of time. Since 9 AM I was in the lab with couple of my classmates waiting for my lecturer to come but even after 45 minutes neither teacher nor his assistant turn up and moreover such is a disorganized system in my university which they don’t even notify about the absence unlike other university which they would notify each and everyone for the days happening. It was a patience consuming from the start of the day, which dimmed my mood.

Allow me to share some fact.

By this end of the semester, I will get done with my bachelor’s degree in pharmacy. Long four year in India pursuing my bachelor’s degree has taught me so many things beyond my expectations in the journey of my study, though it was challenging. Coming here in India has shown me a light to adulthood, a light to new wisdom (medicine) and of all made me a complete package of what I am right now and what I will be in the nearest futures that lie ahead. It’s unspeakable how much I am thankful to the entire lecturer who basically shaped me with all weapons they got.

So here is what I don’t like? As coin does have two sides, drawbacks are expected as its natural. Still then for good and change, allow me to share.  Today, right after my first class which didn’t happen, I did have two theory classes which ended smoothly and excitingly at exactly 12:30 in the afternoon.  Then, I went with my friends to the nearest tea stall for a cup of coffee and on our way back we were checking the notice board if any new thing has notified or updated. Yup, one notification notified, but it was illogical and funny to me.  A notification was pasted in regard to the first session exam, notifying “First session exam for the Bachelor of pharmacy students of all the year will be conducted beginning from 6th of February till 24th.”  Upon seeing, we laugh at each other and after a while one friend broke our laughter saying “seriously it’s unbelievably absurd, right?” and continuing till we reach our room, that was our title of the discussion.  Yeah, it was absurd as mentioned by my friend, because we just started our class a week or two ago, and some of our classes didn’t even begun, but nothing has changed till now and it’s always been that way from the beginning of my first year.

Till now, I didn’t understand why series of this thing are happening and this poor administration has always sickened to my nerves.  An another fact in the list; they gave us an examination form to fill which we have to submit, but they don’t notify us when to return and when we don’t do on time (a time which we don’t know) the result has to bore by us paying money for the late submission which fighting over the right won’t also help then losing, which they don’t allow to do exams. Equivalent to that, we pay our fees on time and when we notify them and submit application for the repair of any damage parts in the hostel room, they would prolong always with infinite excuses, though their responsibility is to take care of every single things happening in and around the campus. 

P.S: Not my intention to harm/hurt anyone with my scribble. I wrote this mainly in hope for good change, though good things outweigh the worst.

Sunday, 31 January 2016


Day swallowed,
Night on full ride,
World deeply caught in silence.
Dull moon wavers smoothly.
Across the shoulders of earthly abundance.
Through the canopy of leaves,
Through the window panes,
Across the flowing waves of ocean,
But hardly was sketch on ground;

Like a child's art.
Until the darkest night offers him the brightest light.

Friday, 29 January 2016

Bad Day.

Couple of week ago during my semester vacation, as usual I was accompanying my princess to drop her to the bus station on her way back to home after her office work.  The winter evening was ruled by cold, clouded sky and busy town, where whole of my attentions were drawn by the freezing cold that penetrated even to the reach of bone shivering my body abnormally. 

On way back rushing to home, as it happen I met one of my good friend in the middle of town. We had fairly conversation about random topics and some minute later we decided  to go to one nearby restaurant for the cup of coffee and were having some usual talk about our day to day life activities. It was a sweet moment for both of us having to spend an hour together talking and sharing on infinite topics after such long duration after we graduated from higher secondary, though it was short time.

He was on his way back to home after a long awaited day at hospital from the morning. I asked him ‘what really the matter was.’  

He responded “Nothing serious. Actually a year ago, I had a cut in my feet while playing soccer and I have a pain which I didn’t experience till now.” 

With gasp, he continued, “You know, rather of coming in relieve i am really pissed with a doctor today.”

Why? What happen? I asked him.

He replied me, “I waited enduring with all of my energy for the whole day with hope for a good checkup, and as my number was called, I got a chance to meet a doctor, but that wasn’t as good as I expected to be”

“You know, in respect to my poor national language, somehow I shared my problems and issue to a doctor with Dzonglish( English and Dzongkha mixed) for his better understanding of my problem saying ‘it’s a year ago when I had a cut in my feet and up till now I didn’t have a serious infections as such, but kha tsha kham nyim lay na ne gho tshu yi la (I got pain starting from past few days) . But do you know what doctor told me. Instead of firstly taking my problems into consideration, he humored me saying “oh choe ghi dzongkha ma shep drey si no yi, she bhay bha tay mosh” (I thought you don’t know Dzongkha, but you did speak right?)  I couldn’t believe my ears seeing a professionalized man humoring me and moreover I didn’t see a problem speaking a language if it makes sense to him.

‘Yeah damn true’ with smile I responded him.

Chuckling, he continued again “ Knowing the fact he isn’t really in a favor of a patient speaking English, I regard my problems in Dzongkha trying my best after he prescribed me medicine saying, if I have to worry about the pain or not?  But that was again more sick to my skull when he responded very rudely saying ‘When you could wait for a year, can’t you simply do that for five days?’

I broke into huge irresistible laughter.

He then continued "Seriously its a truth and he did responded like that and I really couldn’t believe when such words are spoken by the educated people and moreover he was a doctor, a noble profession as his carrier was.” and at last smilingly softly he said“maybe his bad day and my bad luck”

I felt sorry him after hearing story of all his awaited day for the checkup and when what he has waited for wasn’t up to what he was waiting for as a patient.

By then, it was already 6 PM in the evening when we stood up from the chair and as we wave good bye to each other, he jokingly teased me saying “don’t be a jerk when you’re working in a hospital” and with laughter at peak we departed.

P.s; Not my intention to hurt or harm feeling of anyone with the story but as a medical student I believe, whole package of good prescription and treatment won’t also be able suffice to treat a disease if a patient isn’t given a sufficient hope and advises they seek. 

Thursday, 21 January 2016


Despite the lazy cold weather and monotonous schedules it turn to be quite a magic of one hour that really was energetic and sweet.

Right after my lunch, I was with group friends waiting for the lecturer to come by to take the scheduled class. My mood was dimmed, but forced myself to go as day would waste sweetly as just rest of the weekends that slips so fast.

5 minutes to 2 PM, an aged man entered into our class. He was dressed plain and simple like the rest of the ordinary man. Once, i thought he was just like other lab assistant who most of the time would be very frank and would come to talk with students about random topics to pass their time. But to my surprise, he was a new lecturer who was going to take our pharmacology class. And moreover, he totally surprised me with the way he speak and interact with the students. Unlike other, he speak a good English, a fluent English which most other Indian lecturer would bored us with half of Hindi which we really don't understand though they would have a good subject knowledge.

It turn to be one lucky day and a good class as a student which i prefer.
As we have just resume the session couple days ago and moreover with the ongoing GPAT exam for the master course, most student hasn't turn for the class with strict schedules, so for the first time, it gave us a good quality time to interact and share our knowledge with lecturer individually and make best use of his hidden knowledge. Additionally, he fluently speak a good English with the good subject knowledge which fueled our interest in the lazy cold hour.

45 minutes has passed so swiftly with full energy and focus after learning on chemotherapy basically with regards to antibiotics( antibacterial). I wish if i could prolong a bit of time :) just as others when i heard their say right after the class.

With full energy he induced on us, we were waiting for the next Biopharmaceutical class.
Suddenly one of my Iranian friend who was just sitting behind me came talking to me about the lecturer who is going to take our upcoming class who was our previous semester Pharmacognosy Lecturer.
He told me, "Tashi, the lecture that is going to take this class looks exact similar like Panda right? But have you ever thought of or do you know his name?"
To my surprise, i didn't even know his name and told him, No i don't, but yeah i do know his nick name just as what other students refer him to.
He laugh out loud and told me " man, you know his name, though you aren't aware"
I asked him 'how'?
He smile broad and told me, "It also happen to me since last semester, until i saw his name on one of our Indian class mate manual" With curiosity and surprise, i asked him what? I was bit curious by the way he acted and way he laugh to his peak.
He said, " you know, i also thought Panda was his nick name as he bear quite a similar face, but came to know last semester as his real name was also Panda."
It was unbelievable to my ear, but it was a truth. :) and i broke into huge laughter.

A lazy day ended with smile and laugh. It was a sweet day.

P.S: Not my intention of writing to harm/hurt the feeling and neither of making fun, but i included to my blog as it was quite a good day that ends well with sweet and unexpected things.

Tuesday, 19 January 2016


Beautifully brighten,
Colored all with lively green.
Yet majestically adorned with sweetness.

Was those marriages of abundance.

Mountain happiness was at peak.
Freedom was like sky above us,
And yet weather was amazing,

Was those freedom and joys.

With fading sunlight,
Shortening days,
Abundance grayed into blue,
And nothing was rich.

Old find's everyone,
Abundance ceases and
So is a valley to a mountain.

Sunday, 17 January 2016


It was one Saturday cold morning in the row of final week of last month for two thousand fifteen.

After like four months of my semester, I was back at Bhutan spending my vacation at Thimphu. Usually I don’t go to Bhutan during the semester breaks as my holidays are so less; that half of holidays get done just to reach home during the long journey, but this time vacation just welcomed me.

My journey back to home this time was totally unplanned and like sweetest gift from heavenly sky which excites me illuminating and radiating inside with so much of joys that I couldn’t hold. In particular, 2015 had been really challenging and harsh, even the final days in row even didn’t spare me that was why; I was like really happy when I get to go to home to rest after such a tiring semester.

It was one of the coldest month in Delhi when I appear my seventh semester exam, when my brain were almost derange, when my body was continuously consumed, and when I wish “ a vacation away from heavy life”. Luckily, like god was watching over me, unbelievably he granted my wish on the very final day; Where my parents want me to come to Bhutan to look after kids as whole of families has planned for the pilgrimage to Bodhgaya and moreover my lady had also encourage me to come up which she often rejects if she thinks, it’s a waste of time or unnecessary.  It was indeed a sweetest gift which thrilled me overwhelmingly.

It was one Saturday cold morning in the final week of the last month for two thousand fifteen just after two days of my reach at capital city.  The winter cold was at the maximum; even the thickest shield did no good to keep warm. A sweet kisses of cold on toe nails, fingernails, breath of insufficient oxygenated cold air keep always stuck at home which in fact was a favorable time to be like a cat guarding the warmest place, basically becoming one warm-maniac.

29/12/2015, Languidly my princess and myself woke up  like at around thirty minutes to ten in the morning, only when sun shower the earth  following the late night sleep, after watching one recently screening Bhutanese movie at city cinema theatre with my aunt and uncle.  Ensuing, we came out to bask sun as we couldn’t bore the medium of cold flowing air in the room. Usually in the morning, the room would be very cold, like freezing.

Outside the house my uncle was basking sun watching over his one year old kid. Later, we joined him and were conversing following many random topics with cup of coffee each on our hand warming ourselves. Suddenly like after ten to fifteen minute, our attention was drawn by sharp resonating painful cry of puppy just below the road where we were standing.   At first instant, we thought puppies were playing as mother dog was nearby with group of other around her. Soon she left to the field nearby from the place where they made noise with group of her child following her, but the noise didn’t stop from the place. Following, my uncle ask me to check the nearby place once.
I walked down 3 meter steep slope to the nearby fence. The place was bit bushy, but enough to see the dog trails and anything in the place except the micron size particles. Nearby by broken fences, I saw puppy stuck between bamboo fence and large wooden plank.  It looks to me like it has happened that very night when he was sleeping with his family.  Watching closely, he was in a big double trouble; a cold which numb his body, stopping his physical movement.  Even the frothing foam with evaporating exhale of warm breath has started from his mouth and his body was pulsating tremendously. And other hand, he was stuck between the fence and his inability of physical movement with freezing cold has left no choice for him. A situation almost like when your fingertips were just pulled out from the icy water  and accidentally something hit on it, such was his situation,‘numb and senseless.’

Without waste of a minute, I grasp softly from his skin just behind the neck and bought on sun even if the warmth of morning sun was too little for fighting cold.  Hurriedly my lady, uncle and I did best of everything by giving him the warmest place to catch his breath, where we made fire nearby and even my lady spared her woven soft and warm cotton muffler untying from her neck . Later, aunt also fed him with some warm milk, but his body was pulsating and drumming irregularly. The winter cold has beaten him so harshly that I also took hard time to breathe watching him struggle with long inhale of cold air and trembling body. To my dismay, I thought he is not gonna make.

After an hour, he woke up breathing freely and  happily on his dancing feet ran searching his mother.

I can't put a thought how many more of animal must have been struggling with a cold freezing winter, and yet, we better thinking humans can't do any help to relieve them.