Memories are made of these!

A dash of HOPE
seasoned with something you desperately covet
turns into WISHES!

These silent Wishes
baked with mixture
of prayers and longings
turns into DREAMS!

DREAMS lived in reality
no matter how short-lived
registers as MOMENTS!

Many such moments
entwined in wishes
and fulfilled dreams
lives to become MEMORIES!

Quarrels and Names

I try to think of names that my mom called me as a kid and I think of all kind of weird names. I mean if you take the names literally, one would feel that the moms those days didn’t love their kids. Just come to think of it, who would call one’s own kid ‘yongmin’ or ‘yongba’? There are countless names like tsumpi, pentang, kapchi, kaptong, etc.
I grew up in a household filled with cousins of all ages and both genders. A house full of kids is never free of funny incidents. But back in those days, it would have been serious business of hurting eachother’s sentiments. Kids can never cease to be kids I guess. In my household we had this whole system of name calling things whenever we had quarrels. I remember a particular incident that happened between my cousins, a male and a female.
My male cousin (in foul grunts) to my other cousin(female): Towmo
They were fighting over the Tv remote control and my female cousin retorted: Tow po
Male cousin: Girmo
Female cousin: Girchung
M.C: Tirmo
F.C: Tirpo
(by then both were fuming in anger and were totally into name calling. Can’t list all the names they christened eachother with but the ending had us all rolling on the floor).
M.C: kokti (sorry for using this term….literally translated it doesn’t sound good. But I guess they were too angry to notice that their foul mood was hampering their language too. But just listen to my female cousin’s answer to this. Having been born and raised in the southern part of the country her sharchokp was poor, so I guess she took this heavy bulky word as lightly as any other female names that she was being showered with, so here is her answer:
F.C( in full retaliation mood): Kokta!
I was the mute spectator to their name calling quarrel till this. My ears couldn’t help it, I roared with laughter. Both of them gave me dirty looks for having brought an end to their dirty quarrel but amidst laughter when I explained to my female cousin what set me into that bouts of laughter she also joined and we all had a hearty laugh.
Well, for someone like me, as my friends say, ‘One who is trapped in a particular time zone’, I can’t help but think of incidents such as this from my childhood days and still laugh like it’s a brand new incident.

My Fate was sealed !!!

It was a beautiful day; all the Gods had gathered for a celebration but in a corner there was a small gloomy cloud where sat the young apprentice God. He was not to take part in the celebration for he had unfinished task on his table which he had to complete if he was to enjoy the merry celebration. The flying banners and crazily spread streamers did not subdue the foul mood he sat with.
The apprentice God was left with the task of writing my fate for he was studying to become the God of fate. He looked at the empty desk filled with clean white papers flooding. “I could have been dancing out there with that beautiful Angel instead of writing this dull person’s fate,”he grumbled eyeing the Sun God shaking sideways with the Angel he had his eyes on. His hands went on scribbling with no care whatsoever for the person who was to go to Earth with what he was scribbling.
The early part of my life was written with so much anger and grudges that when I ultimately came on Earth I was also filled with his grudge and anger. Maybe now that I think about it, that young apprentice was also filled with so much love in his heart that he had my fate sealed with ache for the same too,sigh!
And owing to his youthful age, my fate was sealed to have the heart of a young person. No wonder even when I choose to act my age, I land up being childish. I need to remind God, whoever they are, to keep some sensible, aged and ripe with wisdom person for this task. (Tsk!tsk! Can’t even trust Gods to be mindful at times).
Maybe, then that young guy was mesmerized with the dreams rather than the reality that all he gave me was dreams, illusions, hallucinations and delusions.
Sometimes he was so filled with so much of sadness for being left out that he wrote tears but his agile youthful heart overcame the tears in a jiffy and he sat, eyes dreamily eyeing the thing he coveted while sealing it in my fate paper. In some paragraphs he pressed the letters very hard that try as hard as any other God may, they could never lighten those moments in my life.
Sometimes, it was careless scribbling that meant nothing but sheer frustration and nothing else. In some places, he wrote some of his ideal dreams, the kind of life that happens in movies and books only but I was to live those moments too for he was sealing it tightly affirming it with his grip on the quill.
For bad or worse, for good or best, Now that I’ve pondered up on it for sure, the person writing my fate was that young apprentice who had to forego the jubilation of celebration of life while dreaming of the same. Hence, I live with my life with so much of frustration yet I let go of these frustration as a young lad in his frailty would.
(Note: not to demean any GOD, but written in jest for all the crazy things I need to live in this lifetime, unable to explain my crazy life, the best I could do was this, all in good fun!!)