I wanted to change my nick the moment he introduced me to a participant in one of the fund raising dinners. Many members were the bloggers.
“He is Tukuli,” Penstar introduced me to one of his Indian friends. “He blogs in WAB, I think you know about it.”
“Ah! I remember,” Indian fellow said. “Tu Tu Lee.”
“Tukuli,” I corrected him fast.
“It is hard,” he laughed. “What does it mean, Tu Tu Lee?”
I scanned the people around us. Many beautiful Bhutanese ladies were nearby. I think, at least a pair of ears heard us. She gave an askance look.

I pulled Penstar to a corner. “Hey, I think I have to change the nick,” said I.
“What’s wrong with it?” he asked me.
“I don’t want to be Tukuli,” I explained. “Actually I do not want to be ‘Tu Tu’.”

A lady came towards us. They knew each other.
“Hi, Ngawang. How are you?”
“Hi, meet my friend,” another introduction. I was about to say, ‘I am Tukuli’ when he chiselled in. “He is AB.”
She was the same lady who gave us the look a moment ago.
“I am Tukuli,” I said and promised myself that it would be the last time I uttered it.

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