My Refugee Plastic Plate was My Frisbee
Dear world, I grew up in refugee family but i’m so blessed that i experienced different kinds of human life, as saying goes that experience anything is good for your life, later its easy for us to choose our destination. I remember when i was in 3 rd grade my school bag pack has one big hole and from that hole you can see one red color plastic plate, that means in Tibetan school during lunch time, they are giving us yellow rice for lunch, we tibetan used to call (Day Serpo) so every kids has to bring plate from their house. Here is the interesting part, my plate was not only for eating rice, It was also useful for playing, Here in New York American used to play Frisbee in central park and my Frisbee was my red plastic plate. I can eat lunch on my plate and when i was on the ground, i use my plate as a Frisbee. Hahahaha! isn’t that interesting.
I was one of the crazy student of soccer, i love soccer but it was kind of hard for us to play with real soccer ball, That time most of my friends can’t afford it. So we collect all the dirty shocks and Tshirts and tight up with string sometimes jute rope and make it round and kick it like a ball. we play everyday and enjoyed our life with smile and dedication. As saying goes that if your body, speech and mind is focus on one direction, people can enjoy everything, during that time most refugee kids has nothing but we enjoyed a lot, we laugh a lot we are so friendly and all neighborhood house door was open for every kids.
Later i love to become a guitarist but unfortunately its hard to buy a guitar i can’t afford it and my late illiterate mother hate the guitar, she had different perspective of guitar, those who played guitar she considered they are drug addicted, they are spoiled kids, so there is no way so i can learn guitar. So later i realized that if you want something you doesn’t have to be rich. just focus on your goal and work hard to get it. Later i had learned how to play guitar at the same time my desire was growing i want to buy a Gibson guitar which was very popular and expensive guitar on that time. Life goes by but i couldn’t forget my desire.
When i came first time in America i saved my first 2 months pay check just to buy a guitar. i just want to fulfill my thirsty desire and i bought it from Guitar center and played whole night and slept with my guitar, that was awesome night for me. i enjoyed more than sleeping with women. But other side i realized that our commercial Media, big business company, they brian washed our innocent brain. our greed is growing every single day in materialistic world and forgetting our real practical world.