Wrestling Enthusiasts
“Ting Ting Ting……..” The bell started ringing at its best. The school was over. Myself and my six friends of same character looked in each other’s eyes and hastily put our books in the bag and moved down the corridor jostling through the crowd (of students). We had to move faster in Auntie’s Canteen to occupy the seat since it was first-come, first-served basis. On the way, one of my friends known as Alu Rinzin fell off the road. Luckily, he wasn’t hurt badly, but scratched his beautiful kneecap. The monks could have occupied the seat even if we were on chase. Therein, we had to squeeze our body to manage ourselves.
The room was small and cramped, even the air can’t pass through it. Soon after, someone from the corner switched on our best channel so-called ‘TENSPORT’. The volume of the TV was maximized and all of us settled down as to gain more entertainment.
No sooner did the wrestlers appear on the ring, the audience (in TV) applauded. Simultaneously, we too did the same. We (myself & my friends) ordered some tea and Juma (sliced & fried intestine) before the show was actually started. As the tea was passed to individual, the bell started ringing. The game has begun. It was a heavy weight champion’s match between Triple-H & Randy Orton on one side and their opponent Kurt Angle & Rob Vandam on the opposite side. We all cheered!
The show was entertaining and enticing. When I looked around, everyone was busy gazing at the TV without even blinking their bulging eyes. Meanwhile, even if I were crushed, I couldn't have been reacted because my consciousness level had dropped to zero. No matter whether my body got smashed by the monks - I am lifeless. My mind was like an air – I could easily enter into Triple-H and sometimes energize Kurt Angle to use his ankle swim.
The show was almost finished; one of my friends woke me up. I regained my consciousness. When I stared on the table, I found a cup of tea which was cold and untouched. “Whose tea is this?” I asked my friends. “It is yours,”they responded. We all laughed!
The evening prayer had been started. We were delayed by fifteen minutes. Fearing that the prayer in-charge would punish us, we ran to the prayer hall as if we were on race. As soon as we entered into the prayer hall, everybody stared upon us. The prayer in-charge fiercely appeared before us and commanded to prostrate hundred times before the altar. Thank God! This was not a punishment, but a virtuous way of accumulating merit. Our prayer in-charge was good at heart! We came to know his true characteristics. “Never judge the book by its cover…” I realized ironically.
