My sweet home;

After two years in the service, it seems that i have grown pretty old now because everythings seems to have changed a lot in my poor village. I recollect the places where i have played as a kid with my colleagues and i have the fresh memories of me cutting my friend's thumb with his own knife just to be left hanging by the skin. The scattered houses in a village with only two oldies in it, while i pass through them, greet with the excitement to see my wife with me for the first time. But i rarely find a young blood hovering around, to greet the people that comes from "ZHUNG" (as people in the village call it) as we used to do, and to grab a sweet or two  as a gift. The poor dark village of the past has changed a lot, from the old black carpet for the guest to the sofas and tables. The connectivity and the electricity has done a great deal and there is where development will take you.

I recollect my young days at the village. Carrying the firewood, feeding cows in the morning and herding at the noon was sort of routine things during the school breaks. But now, people no more carry such a load, they rely on the van some villagers have.

One of the most happening moment in the village is during the winter season where every household conduct the annual ritual at their home at different time. The first day is for the preparation and all the villagers will come and help the owner to prepare for the next day. The villagers that day will fetch water and the firewood which will serve the owner for the next day or two. During the annual rituals, the group of young people hang out during the two days puja and the school kids and young alike used to dance from the dusk till the dawn. The old people with the drunk head, murmuring without the clear thought, stay awake watching dance the whole night and give as soelra a ngultrum or two for the dancers. By the dawn, the owner will be ready with the rice porridge and the tea and all the people will be served and after that, people disperse for the routine works. But where are these tradition gone now? Will the development sweep all the age old traditions that are still not completely abandoned? Only the time will say.

THE ONLY THING IN A VILLAGE THAT REMAINS UNCHAGED IS DRINKING ARA AND SLEEPING NOT KNOWING WHETHER DAY OR NIGHT. To be continued....