Every
individual in one way or other had memory to resonance in our life. Albert
Einstein said, " Memory is deceptive because it is colored by today's
events". Therefore, memory of every people varies from one account of
lives to another. Apparently, I had a memory when I was 3-to-4-years-old with
my Mom and Dad during pilgrimage period
at Gomphu Kora, ( Name of monastery ) and Chorten Kora, ( Stupa ) in Trashiyangtse Dzongkhag.
Gomphukora Temple. Photo courtesy: Mr. Choki Gyeltshen |
Gomphukora Temple, Photo courtesy: Choki Gyeltshen |
I
cannot exactly remember the year and journeying details account from home towards that sacred place. But I vividly
remembers we were at Gomphu Kora, receiving blessing and discourse from some
important masters which during this write up, I was confirmed by mother that it
was from His Eminence Khyabje Namkhai Nyingpo Rimpoche. It was huge maroon
colored tents makeshift over all paddy field for blessing and religious
ceremonial venue. The people camped in and around monastery and making their
own logistic from tarpaulin with various
colors. They came with all bedding and cooking utensils and I remembers that
was huge gatherings. As child, I didn't bother listening and praying at
ceremonial venue as it I was thinking of child patio ground for playing and
most of the time, I was with mom hanging and sitting on her lap and sometimes
looking onto other devotees. I also flash back clearly the big rivers
sounding as that of roaring dragons. And that presently is known as Drangme
Chhu, ( name of the river ) flowing beside Gomphu Kora Ney towards Trashigang
Chazam side. ( Name of the district and bridge ).
Devotees gathering during Festival. Photo courtesy: Mr. Choki Gyeltshen. |
Perhaps
I also recalled brown sparkling cliff with pebbles stuck onto each other as it
like mosaic formation hanging above Drangmechu. That was observed When I walked
out of tent and reaches at edges of paddy fields. At one point I saw it as pleasure and other as
frightening scene; looking through that river beneath cliff. On one account, I
clearly remembered, we were travelling to Chorten Kora by DCM or Truck, cannot
remembered exactly. Sitting on mother lap and saw there were many passengers on
the vehicle, where some had sat on floor and some standing to adjust till
Chorten Kora. Now I rewind a memory that my late father was on standing group
in the vehicle and passengers were shouting one another to make their own
comfortable seat. The atmosphere inside the vehicle floor was noisy and I was
at mother lap as she had got bit comfortable seat where she could sat down and
provided comfort seat for me as child. And I recapitulates clearly at this
moment like a dream that my father look
each time to and fro to me and my mother which I now realized he had
unconditional love and care towards us.
Chorten Kora, Photo courtesy:Mr. Choki Gyeltshen |
Despite
harsh and adventurous travelling, we reached Chorten Kora. Once I entered
through stone door gate toward inner side where actual Chorten ( Stupa )
stands; felt amazing height and size hanging onto sky with white reflection. I
saw both Chorten and its surround fencing stone walls were all white. I also saw small temple being built beside
this stupa. Large gathering of crowds, roaring rivers with monster cliff, adventurous journey -seeing all trees
movement along road and sawing gorgeous shiny Chorten Kora were my vivid memory
normally haunted whenever travelling along this road from Gomphu Kora to
Trashiyangtse.
Now
every time I got opportunity to visit Trashi yangtse especially during official
tour, at least make a point to visit these places whenever I get time. So, I paid visit to these sacred places to get
blessing and reverberate memory of my late father and the time we family spent
together. Even now travelling through this road and its scenic memories kept me
illusion of every compounded existence and made me to realized the impermanence
of everything.