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Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Passu-The Metamorphosis


Before Passang Tshering became Passu the Pen Lord, and before he became a teacher and before he attracted millions of readers, he was a naughty boy. Believe me he was more than the average Denise the Menace; an outrageous wild energy ever ready to do anything, especially beat you up. He was neither a gang leader nor the school boss but within our own age group he was someone you didn’t want to mess with unless you had the protection of a bigger boy.

My most vivid memory of his past is when he fought a girl when we were in class seven. After the fight he looked like a man who wrestled a wild cat. One of my friends fought him twice and both the times Passu gave him a good beating, the final fight sealing their deal as Passu being the tougher one with my friend’s nose bleeding. How I wished my friend would win, make him cry like a little girl.

Passu was then Pasa Tsheri, the notorious. His cheeks were rosy on his fair face and it had naughty written all over it. To sum up he looked like a typical bjobi alo. We were actually mates but he failed in class seven and became one year junior to me, and the day when I left Gawpay Junior High School for Drugyal HSS there was one less bully in my life.

Our next meeting was many years later. We had become men. But my memory of us as boys was still very potent, so I shunned away from him, too afraid that he would pull me back to those bitter experiences. Our first meeting was just a casual ‘Hi’ and my reserved smile. It was not until I met him again for the Bhutan WIRED project that I got to know the new him, I took my time. My mind was clouded with past prejudice but the clouds of doubt and reservation cleared though it took time. I like to think the process as his metamorphosis , like man’s evolution from raw instinct to the refined.

Passu not Pasa Tsheri!
So, I marvel at this change. What could have turned this tough, rough, naughty little rascal into a gentle man? I know I am not the only one who is amazed, many of our old mates join me when we talk admiringly and enviously about the man he has now become. Had someone mentioned the possibility of his refinement for the future, it would have been the wildest or the craziest person in the world for anybody who knew him then. He was too bad to become good.

Now we sit and talk about the past. He would admit to all my accusations with bashful smiles and nodding of his head, which was once stubborn, and a deadly tool in his fights. He stimulates my curiosity. And the very reason I am a blogger today is because of him, because it was he who encouraged me and introduced me to blogging. As a language teacher blogging has given me the ground to learn writing. I thank him for this awakening.
He says that when he dies he will pass his password to his daughter and tell her to continue his legacy. But till then, I wish from him loads of thought provoking, heart drenching, and rich posts.

All the best! I am glad that I know Passu and not Passa Tsheri.


5 comments:

  1. Ha ha ha, when did you write this.
    Thank you for showing mercy on my childhood, I could see you left out so many nasty details.
    Those days defined me, but how I regret the pains I inflected on others. I was out of my own control, I wanted to be like the rest of you and I try each day... I kept trying and now I am like the rest of you, I fought for the freedom, I fought my childhood, and I found myself.

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  2. This is a refreshing note on Passu Sir. Loved it. No wonder past notorious person become a good gentleman in future. :D

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  3. Hmm..so this is the Passu?:) Looks like you guys had adventurous youth but Passu did help me with blogging. Passu looks like real nice man with loads of things to write on. I admire him a lot.
    Nice post, i wish i knew you so that i could write abt you too. He he

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  4. Thank you for reading. Every word I wrote is true and I swear by PassuDiary.

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