Because we are only humans.

And maybe this life already has plans for making a sane go insane. It is just a matter of time before one can truly confined  to the fact that somewhere there is a rainbow..somewhere there is a silver-lining..and that somewhere you need to get lost just to get a better hold of yourself. Until then, we struggle, we bleed, we cry, we lose faith, we doubt, we fall down, we get bruises and wounds , we get stabbed , we become a clown and we die a million times before our actual death.

We are reminded of the fact that its a tough world out there, you will not always be your parents little angel. Its time you walk out from your  comfort zone and embrace the worldly winds on your chest. Its time to grow up, be responsible, be bold and be able. We thrive to be the best among the best. We thrive to beat the very next person. We thrive to show no mercy to anyone. We thrive to prove to the world that you are something. In all these life's chaos and nonsense rituals of everyday , you tend to forget who you are actually. 

You miss out a lot in life. An orphan knows he is an orphan only when he sees his friends coming along with their parents. you know you are sad, when you see bunch of people laughing together. Its like you miss out so many  good stuffs. Its like you are scared to go against the flow of life. Its like you wanna be in a safer side, by going with the flow of life.
Its like you are on a race, and because everyone is running, you are also running without knowing the reason "why,how and  what for,??" Its okay to be scared actually, its okay to question about life and its purposes, its okay to be the odd one, its okay to take one thing at a time, its okay to fall down, its okay to just do things that are classified as "insane" things. Its okay to feel different. Nobody learns lessons of life in a easy way, its always the hard way. Not that you can always wish for a smooth journey, sometimes there ought to be some bumpy rides. Bumpy rides that can prepare you for the worst. Sometimes you gotta risk, gamble your life, your heart because through this only you become wiser.  After all life is once, don't be afaird to make choices, don't be affaird to learn from mistakes, just don't be. Learn, let live and get the best out of it . You have got your own charm that nobody can dare to question, do random things, be crazy, break some rules, don't be a "society-based-person", be yourself, fall in love, experience heartbreaks, flunk in exams, bunk classes, drink beer, take life lightly, don't be hard on yourself, listen to others but follow your heart. Be different ....be you....
Cheers.
P.s -thats how I define life. Just an opinion, not an expert. :)

writing- be my passion.

Every since I joined college, people around me had been saying I have chosen the wrong course and what bothers me most is how they point at me and start laughing at me.
I know taking up B.Sc life science is no joke (the most busiest course out here in Sherubtse college) and especially to a person like me who is one lazy ass. This course needs students who are hardworking and dedicated, which I suppose  I don't ffulfill either. And so I decided to join this course because of my interest in biology(my dream was to study medicine, which I couldn't) . Nevertheless I was here, studying about botany and zoology. The thing is I have this craze for writing journals, scribbling down my thoughts, writing articles, poems and love being philosophical when it comes to life.
"You need to be logical being a science student",a friend of mine would say and "stop acting like a language student", the other would say giggling. I would be most of the time sarcastically humiliated. But that was not the problem, what bothered me was how easily people judged one another and how it was easier to make fun of someone's dreams and aspirations.
Yes, I love writing and yes I am a science student and I don't see any loopholes  in here at all. Its my second year into college and still I am being told of having made the wrong choice. I have stopped giving spaces to those ill thoughts. Because somewhere I feel that , dreaming along the journey of ones life is something. Its like you get to know the more of you as you go in search of your unnamed dreams. I have always believed in having one's thoughts broader, in learning just everything, in being the odd one, believed in being the crazy one, believed in flowing against the current of life. I have always  believed in those stuffs. Every since I joined college, I came with the notion not just to learn about my course but to explore beyond that. Knowledge ain't just in the four walls of classrooms, its beyond that. There is more to life out there if you look close enough.
Being a science student and having passion for writing has nothing to do with each other. I won't regret of getting a job be it in a science field or in media field. I would love them both.
Just because some have passion of writing journals and all, doesn't make her the odd one as  a science student and even if it does, I  am proud to be called the odd one.
Its just that, this passion for writing journals was there in me since the beginning of my nursery school days . This passion of mine, has kept me sane for all this time, if it weren't for this so-called writing and scribbling down my thoughts, I would be one 'death soul" walking on this earth. I have always taken refuge in it, and it has always kept me safe and sounds. I have diaries recorded from 2007 and I still have. Its this bunch of write-ups that has my stories and memories stored, locked safely in the pages of my writings. In nutshell, it has kept me alive and made  me stronger. My passion for writing just keeps on growing ..and there's no halt. Cheers to happy, sad, exciting, philosophical, emotional, lost, confuse mode of writings!!!

Halt in my dreamworks

It was the day, where defeat overtook me by surprise. I sat there, imagining it to be utterly a dream, a dream where it wasn't true and then in that dream it wasn't right, the things weren't right at all.

I was sure of certain things but then somehow it didn't feel right . the applause that rose wasn't for me, the cheers and the smiles that rose wasn't for me, the victory that was been celebrated wasn't for me.  I was numb..numb as an ice.. Icy cold. I wasn't a good player because tears came easily to me, my folks that was around me cried, they shed tears for my failure. I stood there, feeling low and cold. I was already celebrating victory in my head, when suddenly all this things happened. The truth is hard to sink.. Harder is the reality of I losing the "already-won-victory" in my head. "Must have been a misfortune",said one of my friend. People patted me on the back , told me it was an utter shock. I consoled myself saying maybe everything happens for a reason, and everything has a reason to happen. I hope this failure I got, makes me a stronger person. I know it aint  the end of my life , but I know it kinda gave an end to my dreams for now. Written on 19th/4/2014. 

that unnamed happiness

We do realise that every time we walk this path to the so-called life's journey..we are reminded of the fact that we come along to get all sorts of experiences. The beautiful part of life is,you tend to learn and realize about things revolving around you. You are reminded that its not gonna be a "smooth-sailing" thingy out there in the world. For that you need to be a skilled sailor,an experienced captain of the ship to avoid it from drowning. I am glad I have some of it in me (at least that's what I think ) .
I am a second year college student and just within this two years of college life I have encountered with lots of beautiful and ugly things.
Every time I pass through this clock tower out here,I get this vibe..the sense of belongingness and brotherhood(in my case sisterhood) pumping up now and then. Its a good feeling I say to myself.
Sherubtse, the place where you are groomed, moulded, trained apart from the  everyday knowledge which are just limited to lecturers and syllabus.
It is a place where you learn about teamwork, brotherhood and a sense of belonginess is there. Every time you look around, there is this familiar warm, loved feeling in the air. It has a way of reminding you that , " its not only the books you are gonna study but the life itself". That's what Sherubtse is to me.
Here you will find students from all walks of life,which is actually the best part. To be continued...