Key to success…

   When I keep my head on my flat pillow in the hope of mental repose after the tedious college hours suddenly a bountiful of thoughts arises in to my oval shaped head. Though it’s not at all in position to rise beyond my normal height it could accommodate more than tones of fantasy, which I find it really amazing, thinking that how a size of football could accommodate so huge data automatically in systematic manner which no ever scientific device can store it. But hope in no sooner of time the device may be invented by the head of genius. However, the question arises, is there any difference among the head of the genius and ordinary people….? Majority would say “YES” they have extraordinary head, indirectly brain and think so…yet is there anyone who has ever seen people having their head shape entirely different from the head shape of the others…? Rather some exception of having slight dissimilarities due to some carelessness of the parents when one was a fragile child. And on the other hand, did anyone have seen that some genius like Einstein, Charles Darwin, Alexender Gram Bel etc… whose works are beyond the dictionary meaning of word impossibility? Okay it’s concluded that there is nothing to do with the size and shape of the head. But some says brain…? Now let’s make our egg shaped head little more functional and think twice…… it’s obvious if genius and ordinary people have same shape and sized head then both will have the same 1.4 kg brain divided in to prosencephalon, mesencephalon, rhombencephalon rather than genius with 2-3kg and others with only 1.4kg and with extra component on them which makes them genius than us. The answer would be obviously “NO” …. Then is it luck or wealth? No it’s not at all. In short it’s nothing than that of simple hard work and consciousness that one put on. I quote consciousness because hard work without it, is like troops without troop leader in the battle field .How so ever they may try, they can’t win the battle; the reckless game.

Therefore I would strongly convey that hard working with consciousness is the main tool or the pillar to the success.

“MAKE HAY WHILE SUN SHINES”

When, Dorji, the only friend of mine was in eleventh standard, twice plus one ahead of my class.

Two of us were good friends despite of difference in age, I assumed he was of seven years older than me but age didn’t make any compromise in our friendship. In fact that was more than just a mere friendship. I still remember him, most of the time guiding me to the right path as he was able to differentiate between do’s and don’ts of the life, a guiding principal of human architect as he was much more seasoned than me. But on other hand despite of his advices, I use to get indulge in to unexpected activities as I was not much aware of what will be the consequences.

Without my notion the time was just running with its own pace as someone rightly said “time and tide waits for none”. The days got matured to weeks, weeks to months and by the time I could realise, it was too late for me as it was a time for me to attend my term examination, the only fear of student life.

Although I was not at all prepared to write, neither I could pull my feet back from it, so I did it. On 17th December of year 1999, early in the morning, in my half sleep I heard “kota wooii ko … roog tey bak tham chan school ga result doog pay dey na na. Nan bo dey lay khey du may mo?”[Dear boy, you better wake up, all the students are going school to get their result. I suppose you should be going] it made me suddenly awake and start  rubbing my eye with my hand, were I saw my mom standing right in front of my bed and about to say something more. But I excused myself from her and with a brief daily morning chores, I made my way to the school without any willingness to go.

In the school at the time of result declaration, I was with Dorji who was also anxiously waiting to know his result. My heartbeat increased its pace as the result for my class started declaring by our class teacher from ascending order. It went “Chenhco 1st rank, Pema 2nd and so on so for … “but I didn’t heard him uttering my name besides of almost more than half of my classmate. Even then, I stood there with patience, mean while my friend Dorji got his result whereby he stood a first rank among his class. Then he approached near to me with an excitement on his face, nose held up in the air with protruding chest as if he is going that YES I DID IT holding is result in his hand. He whispered “nan ga result ma nong chi mo” (you didn’t get your result), instead I first congratulated him and I was about to say that I didn’t get yet but the husky voice interrupted from the back side of me, “Sonam” it was my class teacher and there was a pause in his speech. Then said, “hope you will do your best next time”. I could not interpret what he really means to say. Instead I made my way towards him from the crowd of other students and got my mark sheet.

From there I look at my friend Dorji but I could not see any more smile on his face as I doubt he was able to understand what my class teacher really means to say about me. Without looking in to my mark sheet in front of the crowd, I ran towards Dorji with result in my hand and had a closer look on it. To my surprise white sheets was full of red markings and on the extreme corner written in a bold letter “FAIL”. For the moment I could not say, neither was able to think besides of wishing to get disappeared from the crowd.

Even these days when I go back to my childhood memories, I find a vivid picture of my friend boldly standing in front of me saying “my little friend, you must make hay while the sun shines”. From that incidence I was able to realize that the only reason behind my failure was not studying when I was given an opportunity to study.

My experiment on Drugs

         At present I am one of the law abiding productive citizen of the GNH country with sound health shouldering a responsibility of Civil Servant. But time has its own stories to be told. Following is one of the hard times I had to experience during my boyhood as a price to the infidelity in relationship of my parents.

I was only the child in our small family. Mom and dad really loved me, and being a small family we were happy in terms of every matter. The time went on and everything was running smoothly with its own pace. At the age of six I got admission to a school where my parents used to drop and pick me from the gate of my gigantic school. I hardly notice how good times went on.

When I was eleven years old, dad surprised us by having an extra marital affair with a young lady which brought chaos in our family. Out of frustration, my mom started gambling to keep herself engaged to avoid ill treatment by dad. Though I was very young to understand the situation I remember them quarreling and fighting almost every night which really disturbed me both mentally and physically. The love and care which I had before from them were hardly available now nor there was any one to drop and pick me from the school unlike other kids, whose parents keep on waiting for their kids near by a school gate with grinning face.

With the passage of time their terms deteriorated and I was deprived of all those parental care I owe to receive. Conflict of my parents became their daily ritual. I could not concentrate on studies nor found any solution to avoid this situation. At last somewhere at the age of 12 although I was aware of impact of substances abuse, I took a solace on drugs to get rid of mental disturbance from a daily conflict. But I never thought that a day will come where I can’t stay without it. By the time my parents realised about their only child on to drugs, it was too late for them to say sorry as I was on drugs for almost past five year and got addicted to it. I took drugs as an essential part of my life and was totally dependent on it for peace, companionship, happiness and so on so forth, until I found myself in an ICU (intensive care unit) room lying on a bed surrounded by white masked people besides my parents too. For a moment I could not figure out why my parent’s cheeks were drenched with rolling tears until a man on white coat nearby my mom uttered “we are sorry madam, your son is in critical condition because of overdose”. Then and there my parents came near me and hold my cold tiny hands tight in their warm palm and said “we are really sorry for not giving you a proper parental care …..” It went on for a moment and a last word I could utter was “I ‘m sorry mom and dad for giving you such a trouble...” then my body started to become colder and numb with a pale skin giving unbearable pain.