the one that got away

alone in the room. dogs barking. cold breeze striking on my bedroom's windows. got a new track- "the one that got away".

flying back to the memories of teenage era. who is the one that got away from me?? with the mood of dedicating the song. alone. bored. and here is the ode to the one that got away from my life.

ode to THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY

life is a memory of past,
when i remember our sweet togetherness.
i am bound to the present,
but you are rooted in me.

the way you scold my carelessness.
the times you frustrate for me being heartless
oh, the smile of your joys
now its just the pain in my heart

all of us want to go back
to correct that past
but, you my dear
i truly want to bring that past back now ( with tears of regret).

you said you hate me,
with all the love in your heart
just to make me right
but it was me in the past

dear your last words,
"i will be always with you"
is in me, living with me
but me, i never said that.

incessant tears; i remember you
with lots of love and regrets
wish i said "you are the one"
the only one in my resentful life.

and the song goes on
"in another life, i will be your boy
we keep all our promises, be us against the world..

in another life, i will make you stay
so i don't have to say you are the one that got away,
the one that got away........"

love you dear.............

a breach in the shang-rila...

i am a student studying abroad. and i love my country, Bhutan, the last Shangri-la.

and this article is not about my country, and my love for it. this article is my journey back to my home in vacation.

i travel in train days and nights. if i have saved some money, i am lucky enough to get into Air conditioned couch. if not i am usually bound in sleeper class and sometimes in general class too. to those who doesn't know what general class is, than just imagine a packed train with passengers and you standing on one leg because you don't have space for the other. but i bear all this things and i am bound to. but i never feel bad about it. it is not because i am patient guy, but it is just that i am impatient to get home, to my country, with any condition.

i will always relish the moment i enter the beautiful gate in Phuentsholing. maybe it is a psychological feeling, but i get the sense of freshness generated in me and the scent of air i breath differs way good then where i came from. there always will be a smile on my face. though my curly hairs are curlier with the dusts and my dress needing a harsh hard wash.

i stay in my aunt's house in phuentsholing for one night. i eat the meal i wish to eat. and everything seems right and in order of what i like to do. but still my journey doesn't end there. i always have a ticket to samdrup jongkhar the next day.

its too early in the morning. its 5 am and i am near the beautiful gate. next to the gate the bus is warming its engine . i have my luggage with me and the gates open. near the bus i always argue with the coolis wanting to get paid to load my very light luggage on the bus. they want to earn. but i can do such stuffs with ease. so i quarrel.

the journey starts again. its cool in the morning. what it goes in my mind i am not sure but as soon as i am on my seat and the bus moves, the sense of claustrophobia tingles me and makes me irritated. the beggars, the sellers and the people standing. it reminds me of general class i travel. but i bear that. my home awaits me.

the bus always stops and moves and stops and moves. people come in and come out. i do have car sickness and on that this bus sickness(the corwded noisy bus) makes me feel horrible. but still my home awaits me.

here is the justification of my title of the article.

i always think the same way. why cannot i travel through Bhutan? is there a shorter route to my home. i have limited days for vacation. 2 weeks vacation and the journey has already taken 4. i don't want to loose one. so i cannot travel in bhutan to reach my home. i have to take shorter route and here it is. the times in a bus.

i have the feeling of urge of freshness. its too hot and dusty again. its another journey which tests my patience.

phuentsholing is one important city and samdrup jongkhar the other, in the southern bhutan. to cite the importance, one such is, this two cities link the commercial activities of eastern people. and they have to rely on the road via india. its not only me. i have seen many frustrated people. why cant we link them through Bhutan? tragedies happened in the past. still we are using the same road. still the people are risking their lives along that road. government is kind enough to arrange escort. we don't have strike in bhutan. they have and we have to depend on their decisions.

i heard the project of building road is started. if it is, than its taking long time. oranges are getting rotten and people are suffering. my dad slept 4 nights in Assam state while traveling in escort. and thank god i didn't experience that. my vacation would be way over than.

here is the continuation of my story..

so frustrated though, i am happy inside, to see the smiles of my parents and sisters waiting to see me. happy to eat my mum's cooked cuisine. and i learn patience. with this rusty bus journey i reach samdrup jongkhar with full of wishes and for the second time i am relieved to see another gate. the same feeling elope me as i enter the gate.

and than i take a ticket to trashigang. its morning the next day. and through the mountains and hills a well settled bus moves on and on. a melodic bhutanese track, fresh air through the window of bus and people smiling, my head leans backward and gets a peaceful sleep with the feeling that by the end of the day i will be in the arms of my parents and have kisses from my sisters.

my parents come to pick me up. i am ecstatic. finally i reach my home. and happily i completed my journey. well of course through Assam, the breach in the shangri-la.............