folishness

My father had a Bhutanese friend staying in Denmark named tshewang and when I met him for the first time he seemed kind. As far as I know he was supposed to send a lot of stuffs to my dad and his wife from Denmark, so with this issue once I noticed over teatime a cookie tin where it was written “Danish style”. Then I questioned my father actually by now I was sure that these cookies wore sent by him. When I questioned my father about the cookies he said no and as far as I know he hasen’t sent us anything at all, no wonder my father still hopes!!

Too cheap

Like always it was a hot sunny day and me and my brother wore walking from school. A block after we left from my school gate we over toke the boys from my class. Thud thud and a boy from my class wore mocking about the batch that was attached to my school bag. Well the batch was nor old neither new, but something caught me when they said “it looks so cheap and try and have another batch on your bag”. For a clear reference please take a look at the picture. With the suns beam over me I have no idea whether I felt humiliated or sad, but I did remove the batch, did i??

once a vegetarian.

“Eat them eat them, your just a kid right now” that’s what my aunt told me. I don’t really know how I had to stop myself from eating meat. I know that’s sounds funny but I was too young to give all those vast reasons. As far as I remember I went vegetarian almost a month and please don’t believe what my brother says cause I know after he grows big enough to write a blog and follow me and tell you all that I was a veg juts for a week!!. Well I don’t exactly blame him because he was too young to understand anything. Now this part of the story is quite foiled, after my aunty made a beautiful meal called rips on something I just could not control and so was the influence from the cook so vast!!

mangula ka

It's been a while since this fictiou's character has been playing a very important role in my life. This character has helped me to feed my sister and put her to bed at time and at the most make her do things which even her mommy cannot. I have simply no idea when this character evolved but she comes from one of the famous bollywood movies starring superstar akshay kumar, she's believed to be a witch( booth). At home we( me and my sister) believe to to have her in the store room, so my sister refrains herself from visiting that room at all cost.

my father's scooter

When I was a young kid i used to ride in my fathers scoter. Those days my father only owned a scooter and Money was hard to come to buy a car. The scooter was well used all over the town. We usually had to ride during Dawn because by then the town would be free of dust and it would be fun too. I always enjoyed riding the scooter as it would provide us with fresh air of course in those days. It was an adventure for me to ride in one, unlike cars.

sa cho ga mi ga

Again I owe my cousins a lot for this. I saw the trailer of this movie from the the local channel. This movie comes with the title” a movie with a difference” but in reality it should be “a movie with a different place”( laughs). I personally think that these movie looks like a documentary more over to me. Now if this movie doesn’t become hit then I think that they are just buying us and yes what’s bad in that..thats what everyone does!!! LOL

friday night

Fresh anger and ignorance was in my mind when I had to go through this incident. First I think why would I even keep the topic on this post as “Friday night”. Well this is what happened. Since I stay somewhere near the town, I wanted to purchase some snacks from the shop under my residence but unfortunately it was closed. You know why it was closed and please recall my topic( laughs). Later I asked my friend to purchase it from a near by shop and I was waiting for her. At this particular moment, I had myself been mocked by the B boys( black boys, no offence) thanks for my adorable cousins for giving them these names. I tried to ignore them and as far as I know they were the people who wore working as ticket collectors in the club (destiny). It does not end here….then one of the b boys, lucky that I call them boys. A fat one came and asked me who I was waiting for and wanted me to call them. He used these exact statements” who are you waiting for and is it your son or nephew”. That was the most disgusting thing I had ever heard in years.