Long ago when I was young and
energetic, I had a dream to be a productive citizen of the country. All I had
in my mind was to serve the country as a medic. And my father wants me to be an
engineer. Life has to go on. The wheel of time kept on turning. I had to grow
up. For better or worse, I had to go under a major metamorphosis. Metamorphosis
is a journey, long travelled but no fixed destination. In the midst of journey,
my dream of becoming medic vanished into air like a thin layers of morning smog
in the industrialized area. I landed as an English and Environmental student at
Sherubtse College.
Days and months passed. I was a
mere wanderer. A lost wanderer in endless desert. Along with the rhythm of
music, I decided to be an Environmentalist. I wanted to make earth a better
place to live in my own way. I had a wish that I will make people to use
resources optimally with minimal waste. The dream was then ushered to a new
horizon. I could not continue giving life to my dream. I opted for BA (Hons) in
English.
Another year stay at Sherubtse
College, another year of surprises. Most of my friends got employed. I was
still studying. All I did was wished them a successful life ahead. Another dream.
A teacher now. But the dream was short lived when my dad wanted me to be officer
in one of the public offices.
I had to change my career track
for my dad’s sake. I had to compete with more than 400 people to get myself placed
in top 36 of the RCSC examination. A year long stay the Royal Institute of
Management. I had no dream. A year passed with talks there and gossips here.
Water from shop 55 flowed to the tanks of ROOM 207. Academic year end marked
with confusion in choosing career.
I had no expectation that one day
I will be in the Department of Protocol under the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.
But the Maker, my Lord destined me here. And I am now in MFA.
May the journey ahead be good. May
the road ahead be clear. May I be of great help to the king, the country, and
the people.
