Saturday, 20 November 2010
For the love of fine tradition of doma-eating
It was an autumn’s Tuesday afternoon, dry and brown. The leaves had started falling in great numbers. The chirping birds had moved south. And the graduates of 2005 were moving their base to lunch, served outside the building, where the Graduate Orientation Program was being held.
Our half hero, half loser noticed a creature, one among many, most unlikely and charming in the crowd: She was compared, but nothing that could be described by this pen, can define her beauty; On such a dry day, our hero had fallen in love for the first time, and there was not a soul undisturbed- everyone was hungry and bored from the graduate orientation program in progress.
In a way of feeling great love, he blushed silently to those degrees that the effect of doma he was eating took charge of his pale counter without any delay, and he succumbed to one of those common diseases termed lovesickness. He ate little at lunch but talked at great lengths about the beauty he had then discovered, previously. One could easily have mistaken him for a crazy little orator of love if he had not limited his talks to a few of his closest friends.
Love is one such thing, a real thing, indeed!
And, in so little a time, many things had happened- a thousand leaves had fallen down, hundreds of birds had moved south, 670 graduates had eaten their lunch, and our singular hero had discovered, blushed, and fallen in love…not to forget that peculiar effect of doma, which changed the whole course of his life.
And so, a man’s life moves on, truly red and in love. The afternoon session didn’t interest him much. His eyes kept drifting away, locating that beauty in ‘sky blue’ tego, who had carelessly worn a neck-length black hair. “What a lovely hair”, was all he could say, when he had entered a state, half defined by words and felt truly by fools.
Like a true dreamer, he dozed off, and he had almost attained that role of a modern Bhutanese film actor, where he sings such melodramatic songs to the girl, in a way of wooing her, then had the minister’s anger reached his ear, piercingly! He was darting such fingers at him, that he nearly lost a sense or two, which took alarmingly long duration for him to regain his form in love.
Thankfully the session was called off for afternoon tea, by the organizers.
But, how could our hero just sit there, as if, nothing had happened? He pulled himself to a good corner without tea and enjoyed the full view of the living, walking goddess, and as luck would have it, she just passed by him. All his strength gave in, his knees gone weak; he maneuvered the most hapless effort in his whole life to stay up. He pressed at the walls a great deal, and a million years flew by, yet everything moved slow-motion… just his knees felt the age, the tego of sky-blue disappeared among the crowd and finally his first ordeal in love was over.
A man knows exactly what to do in such situations: Getting a phone number was not hard, but it took a team of few to finally get the right one. He wasted no time in investing a great amount in the technology-enabled services, called her up every evening, finally made appointments, and met her, often. The beauty finally agreed to be his girl on one condition: if he stopped eating doma, which, by the way, our hero, was an avid lover of!
Conditions, and in love, are too taxing and tricky.
But our hero, being one, immediately tried giving up doma, the age-old tradition of the Bhutanese. First, he cut down his daily consumption to a few tens. Then, it decreased to a few khamtos.
But, over time, his efforts also decreased to a mere trail: he couldn’t stop any further from taking five khamtos of doma every day.
His very first love was in question… but he couldn’t stop eating doma being a passionate doma-eater he was!
Time swiftly passed by, and with it, his dilemma grew- a man in the making…
Two years had since passed with his indecision, and he kept on reasoning to himself that there were more elements to love than quitting on doma…
One day, our hero, ran into his first love; hand in hand with a man, who was also glorifying the fine tradition of doma-eating.
Time can really change the taste of girl in men… but a doma-eating man.. prevails!
Our half hero, half loser noticed a creature, one among many, most unlikely and charming in the crowd: She was compared, but nothing that could be described by this pen, can define her beauty; On such a dry day, our hero had fallen in love for the first time, and there was not a soul undisturbed- everyone was hungry and bored from the graduate orientation program in progress.
In a way of feeling great love, he blushed silently to those degrees that the effect of doma he was eating took charge of his pale counter without any delay, and he succumbed to one of those common diseases termed lovesickness. He ate little at lunch but talked at great lengths about the beauty he had then discovered, previously. One could easily have mistaken him for a crazy little orator of love if he had not limited his talks to a few of his closest friends.
Love is one such thing, a real thing, indeed!
And, in so little a time, many things had happened- a thousand leaves had fallen down, hundreds of birds had moved south, 670 graduates had eaten their lunch, and our singular hero had discovered, blushed, and fallen in love…not to forget that peculiar effect of doma, which changed the whole course of his life.
And so, a man’s life moves on, truly red and in love. The afternoon session didn’t interest him much. His eyes kept drifting away, locating that beauty in ‘sky blue’ tego, who had carelessly worn a neck-length black hair. “What a lovely hair”, was all he could say, when he had entered a state, half defined by words and felt truly by fools.
Like a true dreamer, he dozed off, and he had almost attained that role of a modern Bhutanese film actor, where he sings such melodramatic songs to the girl, in a way of wooing her, then had the minister’s anger reached his ear, piercingly! He was darting such fingers at him, that he nearly lost a sense or two, which took alarmingly long duration for him to regain his form in love.
Thankfully the session was called off for afternoon tea, by the organizers.
But, how could our hero just sit there, as if, nothing had happened? He pulled himself to a good corner without tea and enjoyed the full view of the living, walking goddess, and as luck would have it, she just passed by him. All his strength gave in, his knees gone weak; he maneuvered the most hapless effort in his whole life to stay up. He pressed at the walls a great deal, and a million years flew by, yet everything moved slow-motion… just his knees felt the age, the tego of sky-blue disappeared among the crowd and finally his first ordeal in love was over.
A man knows exactly what to do in such situations: Getting a phone number was not hard, but it took a team of few to finally get the right one. He wasted no time in investing a great amount in the technology-enabled services, called her up every evening, finally made appointments, and met her, often. The beauty finally agreed to be his girl on one condition: if he stopped eating doma, which, by the way, our hero, was an avid lover of!
Conditions, and in love, are too taxing and tricky.
But our hero, being one, immediately tried giving up doma, the age-old tradition of the Bhutanese. First, he cut down his daily consumption to a few tens. Then, it decreased to a few khamtos.
But, over time, his efforts also decreased to a mere trail: he couldn’t stop any further from taking five khamtos of doma every day.
His very first love was in question… but he couldn’t stop eating doma being a passionate doma-eater he was!
Time swiftly passed by, and with it, his dilemma grew- a man in the making…
Two years had since passed with his indecision, and he kept on reasoning to himself that there were more elements to love than quitting on doma…
One day, our hero, ran into his first love; hand in hand with a man, who was also glorifying the fine tradition of doma-eating.
Time can really change the taste of girl in men… but a doma-eating man.. prevails!
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Doma: beetle nut, lime, and pan leaf
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