My patient Lecturer

Tse ..ring..tse ring.., an electric bell beeps after fifteen minutes of break for Drafting and Conveyancing class. Who cares the bell? Majority seems acting deaf, nobody gives a dam shit to it which we were actually mandated to heed it for he being the king of all timings in the University. As far as timing goes he controls all students and all professors right from Vice Chancellor. All knows whose class it is. If its some other professors' class who are the men of manners and disciple and  also never fond of accepting any kind of justification no matter genuine or fake for late coming to give attendance, surely nobody would dare to hang outside even after bell. Then beeping of bell would have been like roaring of tiger. No sooner did they hear the beeping of bell then they would have walked into the class then and there.
Despite the bell still majority of students comfortably hangs out outside jeering, giggling, chatting and so on and so forth, though the lecturer is yet to come. There he walks to class with attendance register and a plastic file in it few scribbled A4size papers definitely notes for his lecture which he holds straight with his left hand in attention position like an army holding the rifle straight to their body and his left hand would be straight to his body in attention position. With his back straight which he rarely bends while walking for which he is sometimes known to some students as bullet, like a shooting bullet he enters into the class and rests before the class.
Sometimes he takes attendance before he begins his lecture but sometimes he takes attendance at the end of his class. To his dismay if he takes attendance before he begins his lecture then he would find only few students at the end of period many would be found bunking his class after attendance. So, given the safer time for attendance at the end most of the time he takes attendance at the end of the class. Above all he is a patient teacher. Drafting and Conveyancing is a course which would not provoke the interest of any interested student to heed it irrespective of whoever teaches in whatever or whichever way. It ‘s completely dry and boring course which consists of formats of various legal documents which does not require that much deep explanation fathomable even if we read ourselves, although it is quite important in practical life for drafting all kinds of legal documents.
He seems to have slogged a lot for his lecture no matter however dry the course seems. He would hold his notes with his left hand and as he speaks he gestures from his right hand. While reading and explaining the formats it seems he is reading from his notes but no he has eaten everything in verbatim he hardly refers his notes. But who cares? No one listens; some instead of facing to him faces back and in groups keep chatting, some reads newspaper, some sleeps and so on, not a single student listens his class. Even if he alerts only for few minutes they would listen again resume their private business in the class. But he never fails to proceed with his duty he goes on proceeding further with his lecture. He has patience but that patience surely would have limit though until now he has not lost his patience to the extent of roaring and giving up our class for ever. But sometimes he goes to the extent of cautioning that course seems very simple but in reality we all would face problem while drafting legal documents.
If this is the class scenario in the Bhutan I can’t imagine what would happen to our Bhutanese lecturers. Though corporal punishment is banned still then I don’t think our Bhutanese lecturers would be that patient to tolerate such kind of class environment, no doubt they would impatiently take action. But like my Indian friends I don’t think Bhutanese students would dare to go to that extent in the class ignoring the lecturer as we always respect to our teachers and I’m sure the bare minimum manner is inherent quality of every Bhutanese folk. So here too when it comes to discipline and respect for teachers we Bhutanese folks never fail to impress our Professors. But Pity on my patient lecturer!!!

Heavenly Feeling on the Earth

After swigging the gallons of ara or bangchang or singchang or beer or whatever the brand of the drinks, as the case may be, with its effect it’s for sure people change. Except few, many behave differently in inebriated state. No matter how they are in sober but their normality fades away in inebriated state. Some would talk too much; some would become tight-lipped, some would go on acting what not things and so on and so forth. But why the hell the same person acts differently in inebriated sate? Why can’t he retain his normality? I kept on wondering until I tried myself and almost drowned in the very tempting brands of drinks.
Back in the village I remember a decade ago when I went to reach a drunkard old man to his house he told me when he drinks he could feel so peaceful and also sense the feeling of as if walking on the air. So he said, kota you should try once, not too much but few cups, let’s drink when we reach to my house. No I don’t like, I opposed. I knew how he would react to his wife after reaching home. His feeling of so peaceful was source of looking for reasons to torture his wife and kids. That time I was too young to taste it. Never thought I would also one day experience that heavenly feeling on earth.
Do you drink?, college life dude.. Drink..get high , my Indian friend insisted. No I don’t drink I don’t want to drink you guys drink it, there again I opposed. Let’s go party dude, today you should drink it, you will have tough time to pull through even one hour party if you don’t drink, again they wanted to me to drink. Should I taste it? I thought. No guys, I turned down their offer.
There came a day then. It was again a party. This time I was all set to taste it once. Yes, I did it, I tasted and went beyond the mere taste also . Being first time I could feel the very feeling that old man shared to me a decade ago. More and more brands I tried different types of feelings I could sense it. I could feel so heavenly, so peaceful. I could feel as if I’m the only one in this world. So heavy was my head and while walking I felt like fluttering and treading on the air. I could not sense my two foots were on earth, my gait swapped abruptly then. So audacious I was unlike ever other times,. The every word of others was like a bit of venom to me. All I was in was in search of reasons to jeer and fuss. Also, I felt like using only slangs of different dialects instead of those pleasing words.So drunk I was. I was already in inebriated state perverted from normality then.
Next day I did not remember how I came to my room and what all I did on other night. All I saw was that together with my belongings I was floating on the pool of reeking puke. I tried to wake up but no I could not. I felt as if I would die then and there. So severe was headache. I could not raise my head even. I did not feel like taking anything then. What a hangover!!!.I only felt like puking. So, without having anything I landed up puking and puking. For some time I puked solidly and after that liquidly and after some nothing was coming out. Dead hang over. A day was too less to get rid of hang over. When I had almost a dead hangover I regretted a lot despite being the very first time to it why I had gone beyond limit taking almost dozen of pegs of hard drinks. I drank it not those tempting brands drank me. It was I who injected pain, so to me it was an intentional self inflicted pain of such a torturing capacity for days which was preventable. Yes, that hangover deterred me to have another heavenly feeling on earth. Until now it was my first and last booze.

Holidays

Today my daily classes are off. For some reason our University declared holiday. We get days of holiday very often here. But I don’t remember in last four years whether I even bothered at least once on any of the holidays to know the reason behind declaring it. No I did not bother at all. Save few important holidays like Independence Day of India, Mahatma Gandhi’s birth day and Republic day of India in other holidays I don’t know why my conscience never evokes to bother the reason behind it, could be because being in foreign land. All I care at times is the holiday not the reason behind it. Though I’m away here in foreign land miles away from home but I still remember the Bhutanese holidays timely and reason behind the holidays also, though we do not get her on such days. I’m away from home land but deep within still a Bhutanese folk.

Today is no different than other days. I don’t know why today is holiday. I remember when I was asked why holiday?, I told I don’t know then simply they broke into chuckles. But I did not fail to justify my say I said how I can know the reason behind holiday we get it  very often for many reasons which some are so difficult even to pronounce also.
Whatever may be I feel today is really a holiday for me otherwise if I ‘have some work then I don’t consider really a holiday on holiday. All rough draft submissions are almost done. Mid Semester exam is not very far away but not yet time for preparation, So really a holiday then…