The Weather of Memory

This is how a boy went crazy in his head. Before long he was done writing the following piece, he had gone bonkers in his head: Impossible! Most men said, ¨I am crazy in my head¨. ¨We ought to ship him off to Spain¨. I say he's seen a housefly's brain. I say the water that we drink is full of bugs! He is mad, we think! ¨They called me dumpkopf, which means a dolt¨. That's how we got the microscope!

It was a gloomy Monday afternoon. The sky was overcast with thick clouds as black and diabolic as hell. Chayphee got out of his bed, lighted a cigarette, and ran his tongue along the back of his teeth. It was thick and unclean. And it tasted funny too. As he smoked from the cigarette, he blew ringlets into the air and observed them disappear. Finally, he got out of his bed and decided to wash up. He surveyed around to witness large heaps of clothes strewn carelessly across the room. Nothing seemed right. Nothing was right. But, it was not the best of times to judge, let alone clean the room. Once inside the toilet, as he sat on the pot, lazy thoughts ran but one caught his mind: what next? He had stayed this way for the past two months. Doing nothing. Just sleeping nights and days away, interrupted only by those few moments for quick meals. Somewhere, along time, he had lost purpose in his life. Where did I go wrong, he would ask himself. What is the purpose of livi...

Please, do not come To find me This way Along the passage of wisdom You and I Are drunk And senseless To embarrassing beats But, this life... At once sweet Then, bitter Recklessly we live

when life is easy you become lazy no other reason why you stay lazy because it is easy

"Wait!" called out Tashi, tugging at his young companion, attired in jeans and woolen jacket. "Did you see her?" "I did, what a beauty, a full moon to a cloudless sky." "Which one are you talking about?" "I am talking about that one, the one with the dark hair. And those eyes! My God, what eyes! The entire bearing and the contours! The cast of the face- amazing!" "Actually, I am talking about the dyed blonde who was walking behind her, in that direction. Why don't you go for the dark one if she so took your fancy?" "What an idea!" exclaimed the young man in jeans, flushing, "As if she is one of those women who flaunt themselves in Thimphu streets at night; She must be an extremely distinguished lady", he continued with a sigh, "Her necklace alone must have cost her 15,000 ngultrums!" "You dolt!" shouted Tashi, pushing him in the direction taken by her billowing necklace: "...

This young man belonged to that class, which constitutes one of the strange phenomena of our life, which is as much part of Thimphu citizenry as a person seen in a dream is a part of the real world. This unique class is the most remarkable in a city where migration from rural areas to urban centers seeking a better life is a common phenomenon. Our young man was a class twelve PCA (pass certificate awarded) candidate. But, who was not eligible for further studies. A strange phenomenon, do you not agree? A dropout after class twelve! A dropout in the land of mountains, a dropout in the land of Drukpas, where everything is green, rough, pale, grey, and misty. These dropouts bear little resemblance to their Bhutanese counterparts, as proud and peace-loving as Bhutan and its mountains; these, on the contrary, are, for the most part, kind and meek people, shy and unworldly, people who are quietly devoted to job seeking, and fond of drinking beer with their two friends in a small bar,...

Do you hear, hear that Train, train of life? Can you see, see People undone so many In bars and drinks? Do you feel, feel that Pain, pain of love? Can you touch, touch Hearts drowned so many In hope and intoxication? Do you dream, dream that Star, star of destiny? Can you realize, realize Life made so many In Oblivion and rush? Rise... Rise now my spirits, and To that horizon tread, away From that star, another From pain, and Into that engine dwell A future of our make May life treat us kind...