Tuesday, August 30, 2022

Ice cream guilt and Redemption

Perhaps a man in his late twenties with a thick mustache and a heavy body does not look nice having ice cream.  Yet, like someone rightly said, a man is never old if he is not married, I am still a child. So, legitimately, I can have as much ice cream as I want. Besides I am financially independent. 

Normally, I roam the SJ town and lick ice cream on the old bridge after office. I am on the bridge because it provides cool air from the Dungsam River and the aromatic Jasmine scent. This is the way I escape the heat.

But, today I felt guilty about having ice cream. I didn’t notice a child behind me. He was with her mother. He was nagging his mother pointing at me. I was certain that it was the ice cream he was nagging. I didn’t know what to do. I could buy him ice cream but the shops were far away. Neither could I give the one I had. I was already halfway. In such a baffling moment, they were gone.

This got me feeling like an old donkey. So many questions came to me- why(s) and how(s). After a few seconds, I threw the remaining ice cream and vowed to look here and there before taking the ice cream hereafter.


Friday, August 26, 2022

The Energy Survey-DRE, MoEA.

We had the Midas touch.

Aside from the black forehead due to the sunburn and losing some good fats-and not to forget my torn cornet shoe-the survey was a resounding success.

We always kicked off the day for the survey at 6 am with Suchetha Satish's 'To dang tsem'-the first song in Sherub's (our chauffeur) favorite playlist. This would literally fill our stomachs.

This was not the end; he would crack a humorous joke, which I sometimes didn't understand, but I would join the team in bringing the world down with seismic laughter.

My team was a safe pair of hands. When we met, we hit it off instantly. There was a reason for this rekindle- we all studied in the same college. Further, I learned that I taught one of them as an adjunct lecturer at the college. It was Chimi Wangmo aka JB. While Pema Zangmo was my junior.

My bad! I remained shamefaced for a while.

However, like there is an old saying, "All good things must come to an end", the reunion was short but fun and fruitful. We learnt a lot from each other. We shared our time together talking about the old college memories. It was really rejuvenating.