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Life beyond the Line
"It was too little but there was miles to go" |
“zangpo are you done
with the assignment,” I heard Nedup who just came rushing to the class and sat
beside me. He was arranging the books which he had brought from the library on
the table and was staring at my laptop screen, while I was busy writing my
assignment. Other mates were busy chatting and some were in their own world, as
there was enough time for the next class to begin. “Don’t ask me about the
assignment, I’m having a tough time doing it,” I was frustrated at myself. It
was not the first time I was having trouble in completing my assignments. “The
assignment is due the day after tomorrow, hope you did not forget?” said Pema
who was sitting behind me… I was lost in my own thoughts then. How I wish I had
continued with my Taekwondo career as the national team of Bhutan.
“Congratulation!
Zangpo”, happily said my coach. “You did well with the Third Dan examination,
we are proud of you.” He looked cheerfully and smiled at me like he always did.
He always wore a track suit embedded with our country name with a flag and the
Taekwondo federation logo proudly where ever he went, be it in the gym or
morning jogging also. People around the park and town used to stare at him and
call out, “see the national team coach of Bhutan Taekwondo Federation.” He was
a proud and a respected man in the society; every person knew him for what he
did. “Thank you coach.” I was excited that I upgraded my Dhan to level three
with all my sheer hard work and dedication.
The next day I got a
call early morning after I was done with my breakfast. I answered the call,
“Hello…” it was the manager speaking. I was startled to hear this “Zangpo, you
contributed a lot to the country and have made the Taekwondo in Bhutan a
popular sports among the people, moreover the sport has encouraged all the youths,”
I was speechless then. “From the federation we are honoured and proud of you.
And I’m happy that at least we could do something good for you. That is we are
offering you a scholarship in Sherubtse College.” After hearing such words from
the manager I was like a rock still on the top of the mountain. “Zanpgo are you
listening to me. Are you there?” manager prompted me. “Oh… Umm, yes sir.” I was
speechless.