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Thursday, December 31, 2015

The Book

Just six and a half hours to complete the book, I have started on the same time; that would be after six and a half hours from now and I am already excited to learn that I am actually competing the book quite handsomely. Never thought I would be able to read it all through, however I knew, once I have started it must end and it should end whether I like it or not. Otherwise how am I supposed to start another book?

It was quite a journey; sometime I would have a real tough time progressing onto a new page that I sank into remorse of earlier paragraphs for hours and hours. My head would start to buzz like a swarm of bees into my ears and my heart would start to race like a bullet train, as though it needs to cover thousands of miles in an hour. I would really have a hard time to actually comprehend the page, however; I would break the paragraph into sentences, sentences in words, words into letters and then try to contemplate; did I miss spell the word? Did I put the words into a wrong sentence? Did I understand the whole paragraph wrong? Did I really miss understand the page?....Well,  until I got a clear, logical, understandable and feel-able answer, I would turn the page very carefully.

As I went on reading, some pages introduced me to dark chapters, some to mysterious turns and some they took me into chapters those were filled with happiness, surrounded by beautiful people and animals that I wished the whole chapter never to end or at least have extended pages. But, that was just a wish and that’s the way it is. Read and live every page as it unfolds, and rejoice every page; for time doesn’t permit any soul to be at the same page beyond the allotted period and one should turn onto a new page, whether one wish for or not.

 And sometime it was complementary to my surprise, as I went through the book page by page, that a simple meaning or a simple message that a page carried, would mean so much than the entire chapter. It is at times those little things, we find/see/learn/understand/have or give, matters the most and it will have a huge impact in our/their lives. In a way the simple message of a simple line would go beyond my understanding that I leave for time to tell me on the right time. Till then, I never judged the book by its cover nor by the number of its pages, I just kept reading a page at a time whole heartedly, begin positive and hopeful, be it good or bad,  because I know  everything must end when its time.

Sadly, it is coming to an end, I never thought it would be ending just too soon. When I look back now, everything appears to be nothing more than a dream. Once a fresh and now just an old page, some torn and some patched. Some folded and some memorized, just to save as a memory, both good and the bad.  After all that’s how books are made of and so is our time on this planet.  

My book 2015 ends in six and a half hours, but before it runs out and before I embrace my new book 2016, I want to wish every soul on the planet a very, “Happy New Year, may it bring in loads of happiness, values and peace to you and to the planet Earth. “

Happy reading the brand new Book 2016 to all of you!!


Picture : A quick New Year card design for you all.

 



Wednesday, December 30, 2015

Ata Brokpa

The bond so called, “friendship,” can be so beautiful and unexpected too. I am not talking about the friends those who walk on two feet, but my new friends I met on 4,200 meters above the sea level on 20th December 2015.

The moment I and my co-hiker Ugyen reached about 3,300 meters above the sea level, he smiled at us and greeted with a few hops and rounds. He said, “Welcome, welcome my friends,” climbing on a rock near by and jumped down.

The clouds above started to engulf the mighty sun and soon the whole mountain was blanketed with heavy dark clouds. Snowflakes started to swirl down on my face and bit me like a rodent with sharp teeth. I was not sure if I wanted to hike up farther into the mountains or not, I looked at my co-hiker Ugyen and he said, “Lets, climb!” “Okay,” I said and so we started to ascend.

But, the dark clouds wont clear up making our visibility really poor. We could hardly see anything beyond fifty meters or so. “Are we crazy? Should we return?” I often asked myself, because I know my co-hiker hasn’t gone farther than that point, except me. When I was a little scared of the unexpected guests in the highlands and wanted to stop, our new friend would climb a few meters ahead of us, sit on the edge of the stone slab on the high ground, facing the wind and let his hair dance in the wind, and then wait for us. The look in his eyes, the dominating sitting gesture with a fore leg over the other told me, “It’s safe to climb up.” And this encouraged us to keep climbing up to 4,200 meters above the sea level. Later his two other friends joined us making our two-lonesome hike, into quite a large fun-lovingly-playing-around hike.

“Oh, my, oh!” The feeling you get when you reach on top of the mountain, it is too BEAUTIFUL!! By then my friend Ugyen offered a Ri-wo Sang-choe, an incense offering on the giant mountain top, and soon the whole sky started to clear up just like that making everything yellow, warm and beautiful. This was when we did some funny photo-shootings jumping around.

Standing at the top of the giant mountain, as I looked around, breathing very deeply occasionally, I couldn’t stop saying to myself, “Sigh, how beautiful everything is in the arms of the nature!” Stayed there for about twenty minutes rejoicing and appreciating the beauty of nature, and at the same time thanking my new friends, it was only because of them our hike was pleasant and successful. I couldn’t agree more how tired I was and my new friend was, when he came by my side and fell asleep.

Before returning, I named my new friend, “Ata brokpa,” (elder highlander in my mother tongue). He really was a good fella and I loved his and his friends company. Later, when you folks go up and if you happen to see him, then kindly give my regards.


Photographer : Ugyen Lhendup​
Taken at 42,00 meters above the sea level, at 12 PM, on 20th December 2015

With Ata Brokpa


Sunday, December 27, 2015

Bloggers Dinner : Thank you note

Thank you so much folks, for showing up and making the Bloggers Annual Dinner a success. It was such a wonderful dinner and so nice meeting all you folks. Thank you so much T.G and Dechen R. for those two beautiful Bhutanese short films. Thank you so much folks who came all the way from P/ling, Wangdi and Paro, your presence made the night more beautiful. Thank you so much Sir Dorji Wangchuk and family for hosting us, and yes thank you all the folks who came for cleaning pre and post Bloggers Dinner, without your hand, the event would have been hard to take shape.

Once again on behalf of the organizer, thank you all so much.

Have a wonderful day la.



Tuesday, December 22, 2015

Bloggers Dinner on Saturday

Dear Bloggers and Writers,
On Saturday the 26th December at 5pm in Kawajangsa, Thimphu, we are organizing a small Bloggers Dinner. You are all welcome and for that I would like to request all the interested folks to kindly confirm either by tomorrow or latest by Friday. That way we can arrange all the necessary things for you all.
For confirmation, you may kindly drop a message in any of the following inboxes.
Your early confirmation would be highly appreciated.


Looking forward to seeing you all la.


Dress Code: Informal
P.S.  You may bring in your fav drinks too :)

The Bedding


16th December was a tiring day for me and to add on, the weather after lunch associating with the chilly wind really made me double my pace, as though going for a walker-thon and there is someone waiting for me with a huge trophy, supposing I came first. I walked fast ducking my head often to make sure the wind don’t blow off my cap and at the same time minding my, “Gho” dont parachute on me.

I have crossed the zebra crossing lying a few meters past Thimphu main traffic and I was busy surveying those two little BOB ATM houses in Druk Shopping complex visually, looking for the shortest queue to join. Just imagine how I looked, with one hand weighing down the cap on my head and another holding the gho dividers on my bump shielding from parachuting. Just then, I hear somewhat familiar giggle, but it was too faint for me to familiarize the tone, so I kept my steps. Again the giggle, this time a little louder and I saw this guy cutting his face into two with a huge smile a few steps up giggling at me. “I know, I look funny, so don’t mind folks laughing at me.” I comforted myself and hurried my steps.

Steps up and I could hear no giggle, “May be he wasn’t giggling at you?” My inner voice started telling me not to be judgmental. “I know, I know,” I defended myself. I was about to join the shorter queue on the right, when that guy with a huge giggling face caught me by my arm from behind and pulled back as though an act of bully, just like those bullies in schools in the movies. “Oye, you don’t remember me?” He held my arm tight, looked me in the eye and said, “Oh, goodness you don’t!”    Suddenly I remembered, “Oh, gosh, is that really you?” “Of course, it’s me!” He threw his hands wide open to huge me. My long lost childhood friend was standing right in front of me all this time and I did not recognize him, “Oh, gosh, I am so sorry!” I begged him.

He laughed so loud looking at me and that took me to those childhood days in Babesa Primary School, when we used to joke around and laugh at silly things till we run out of breath. “Hahaha, I still remember what you did that day!” He laughed so hard again. But, I got no clue what he was referring to and I don’t remember anything, “Please, tell me what did I do that day,   that made you laugh so hard?” I asked him, because I know I might have done something crazy; for I used to do that kind of stuffs only. “The bedding? Do you remember the bedding?” He laughed out words loud on my face. But no, I swear, I don’t remember anything. I knew I should drag him for some tea and dig out the story then and there, and so I did.

“You see, I have got a very sharp memory,” he started with a typical self praising. “Do you remember, our late teacher madam Tshomo?” “Oh, yes, aie R.I.P.” I chanted some prayers for her. “Do you remember Environmental Science (EVS) home work she gave us in class 3?” My goodness, his question made me believe he really has a sharp memory.      “Class 3? Are you kidding me, that’s like 20 plus years ago and how do you expect me to remember the EVS homework?”I questioned as an answer. He laughed so hard this time also and nearly spilled the tea on the table. Now I was more curious to know!

“Hahahahaha,” his laugh started to make me eat my brain now. “Please, tell me brother!” I pushed him. “Okay, okay,” and he laughed again. “That day, you know,” he paused to laugh another round. “Ah, come on!” I had to hold him. “A day before that day we were given an EVS homework to do.” Again, he broke out into laugh….. “Zai, wai, please tell me I am dying to hear!” His laugh sank me, I thought he didn’t hear me so I pretended to get up and order something to eat. Then he continued, “A day before that day we were given an EVS homework, but you had not done it.” He was running out of breath laughing but started, “And when she asked, ‘Why didn’t you do it? You said, ‘I don’t get time to do home work walking to and fro school.’” He ran out of breath, “Then she said, ‘Why don’t you bring your bedding and sleep in the class,’” He laughed so hard, he had tears in his eyes, “And the very next day, you actually brought the bedding to class, hahahahahahahahaha!”     “Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha.” We laughed so so so loud that folks in the other table started to look at us. We didn’t mean to but, we could not control. “Hahahahahahahahahahaha.” He made my evening.

People say the very place we live in, is a very small world, but sometimes it is ages before you meet those people you have known long long long time ago. Never hold grudges or hurt them or hold anything if you want to tell them, because we never know; we might never meet them again to say, “Hi or sorry!”

My childhood friend and I, we met after seventeen years!

Faith in You

I feel, if the very faith you have or believe you believe in, discourages or undermines her/his faith/believe, or if the very faith/believe you hold in high respect is based on the mass influence; then that is the time you should consider reviewing your own faith/believe.

At the end of the day, no faith/believe is greater than the very faith/believe you put in yourself.

It's you that matters the most, for you are the most beautiful creation of the nature!


Running down the hill on 4,200 meters above the sea level,
3 hours hike past Phajoding, at 12 PM, on 20th December 2015

Tuesday, December 15, 2015

Sleeping pills - 5

A deep breath and you are wide awake,
The warmth of your bed is as cold as ice,
Trying hard to clamp eyes together,
Reaps dew in your tiny eye cups.


Your heart pounds like a heavy mortar,
Blood shoots like a jet in your veins,
You could hear your teeth clattering,
And violent waves crashing in your head.

The hard day had you completely,
Both inside out bitten like a rabid tooth,
"Although I did my best I have lost,"
You wonder what went wrong?

Take another deep breath,
Let air feel you not just fill,
Let your eye lids kiss slowly,
Let the tempest inside recede.

Sleep the kindest nurse,
Will nurse you to sweet slumber,
Dont fail to believe in yourself,
A new day of "Hope," awaits you!!


Good Night world!!!


Borne fire with Changangkha Lhakhang
in the background.
Taken at 11pm on 1st December 2015

Monday, December 14, 2015

Community of Bhutanese Bloggers Dinner

Dear Bhutanese Bloggers and Writers,
On 26th December, at 5pm in Kawajangsa, Thimphu; we are organizing a small Bloggers Dinner. You all are welcome la.
Its entirely informal and casual. 
Looking forward to seeing you all la.


Friday, December 11, 2015

Dont You Ever

No matter what you have wished for or longed for or dreamed of; at the beginning you think,"If I get/achieve/become this or that, then I will be the happiest person in the entire world." You work day and night. And when you actually fulfill or get that priced wish you have wished for, you cry some tears of joy and that's it. It over just like that. Some may write stories about you, some may talk about you or record your name in the history book. Thats okay and good.
But, all your hard works, sacrifices, emotional break downs, tears, heart breaks and all the sufferings and pains you have gone through, will either matter so less or hardly matter anything to you, thereafter. They will be just another bygone times and already a part of the history. Of course success, name and fame, and a fat bank account might bring you some smile, but for a short time only. If you are weak/sick no sooner did you make you account fat or bought the most expensive car. What purpose will it serve? Just as Steve Jobs said, "You can employ someone to drive the car for you, make money for you but you cannot have someone to bear the sickness for you." So you cannot make others cry for you or feel pity for you too. 
Why be so hard on yourself? Why hate her/him in the name of competition? Worst of all why hate yourself? Pursue your dreams. Work hard. Sacrifice some free times. Keep awake some times and work late. Thats completely fine, I know at the end of the day one should face the harsh reality of life and that is to work.  
But, dont forget to love yourself. Dont you forget to make some time out to have fun. Dont even forget make some time to say," Hi," to folks and go around. And most importantly, dont you ever forget to make time and say, "I Love you," genuinely to your love and parents. For you dont know, when it comes to going who will go first.
Just keep smiling and be happy always.


Taken at 4.50pm on 10th November 2015.
At Joomja on the way to Phuntsholing 

Tuesday, December 8, 2015

Likes

Do you like to play football or basketball? To watch movies or to sit in the corner of your room and write something? You like to sing a song or play an instrument? You like tea over coffee or ema-datshi from shamu-datshi? Do you like her or does she look like her father?

This was how I used understand the word, "LIKE" until the floating of social media, and the Facebook has revolutionized its meaning. Not completely, but almost. That does not mean folks are not using the word, "Like" while speaking/writing or distorting the meaning in the process. But, when it comes to Facebook it has got a very different meaning and used almost differently. You dont even have to type, "Like" to say you like this or that, Facebook has adapted a cute "Thumb Up" icon as a symbol for, "Like." Just a click and that's it.

Clicking on it just takes half a second of ones time, but the impact it has is beyond ones imagination. It could mean so many things, although it looks just like an ordinary like.  Ah, yes! folks are so generous at giving "Likes" to just anything and everything, be it a picture, a post, a song or a video etc, you simply click "Like". Sometimes out of wanting them to like yours in return, at times to make your presence on Facebook and most of the time just for the sake of hitting the "Like" button out of boredom to hear the popping sound, "Plop!!!"

However, your liking a "Like" would mean you are supporting that picture, post, song or video etc. It would also mean you are encouraging them or motivating them or wanting them never to stop. It would also mean don't give a "heck" as to whatever the world say to you. I feel, there is no wrong or better put, there wont be any negative impact of your hitting the "Like" button, so long it leads to the benefit of herself/himself or to the community and to the world as a whole, then it is completely fine. But, what you don't realize is, there is a danger in liking them just like that without actually comprehending the message they carry. Often, they carry two messages, the good and the bad or let me say, "message understood correctly or message understood wrongly," of the very same content or the picture, post, song, video or etc. And that makes the whole thing more dangerous.

Simple example, you put up a picture with a smiling face, it  might bag hundreds of likes, and at the first glance you might think, "Oh, the world likes my smiling picture!" Then you will put up another smiling picture, this time it might cross thousands of likes. That encourages you to put another, so on and so forth.  But, in reality who is to know they might be liking your bare skin rather than the smiling face. They might be liking your video not because you sang well, but because your camera focus was accidentally more on the part of your body, where they weren't meant to show. And since your attention was more on getting more "Likes," you post numerous pictures, songs or videos etc. You actually flood the feeds.

Now, this fears me the most, for I feel it might lead to another thing and might get completely out of ones hand. If not for a nudity or child pornography, it might end up encouraging other young and innocent minds to follow like you. They might go on writing what not things or baring all their skins, so long they get thousands of "Likes". These days its become a trend where more "Likes" is more important than the actual content. You wont realize the negative  impact  until you are gone viral and until your are being victimized with un-holistic remarks and comments or calling you with names when folks see you in the street, or they keep pressuring you to give your contact address or contact number. There are hundred and one  evil mind amongst hundred good folks. They might even kidnap you. This is what I would call, "day light rape of innocence for being ignorant!"

Next time before hitting that cute little thumb up "Like" button hold awhile, read the content  thoroughly, observe the picture properly, watch the video thoroughly, then you decide. Because, there are also hundred and one innocent eyes looking up to you  and copying your every single move.

You dont have to be generous with the, "Like" button its FREE!!


P.S 

By no means, I am trying to say the "Like" button Facebook has created is bad or wrong, its beautiful and very holistic too, for a genuine "Like" really uplifts the emotion and also signifies they are there for them. What I am saying is, "Just to be aware of hitting the Like."


For your information:

Cristiano Ronaldo breaks Facebook record becoming most liked person in the world. The Portuguese might be struggling on the pitch but is taking social media by storm as he overtakes singer Shakira with 107 million likes. 



Picture: A quick design Facebook likes button with bogus numbers of likes.

Monday, December 7, 2015

You the star

If stars were found in ones bedroom, then no body would blow a wish upon the shooting star. However, one can become a star to another with a clean conscience.
Not necessarily have to fulfill her/his dream/wish for her/him, but standing beside her/him through their rough sail itself is a step towards helping her/him realizing her/his dream/wish....
Be a star, fail not to twinkle, be it little in your own ways. You could be the light she/he might be looking for.
Life's just beautiful my dear..


Picture : My laptop wall paper. Take at 9.56pm in my bunker in Thimphu



Sunday, December 6, 2015

Sleeping pills - 4

Did it just hit you hard on your face?
Did it just spit hard on your face?
Did you just feel your heart go heavy?
Did you just let your heart go heavy?

Don't you know you have been in cages?
Don't you know it's been ages?
Don't you know it did you no good?
Don't you know how you used to brood?

Will you just let it be as it is?
Will you just let it go at ease?
Will you just learn to forgive?
Will you just learn to live?

A new day awaits you,
Dare to live if only you,
Let the night take away your pain,
Slumber tonight my dear, it's all gain.


Wednesday, November 25, 2015

84,000 methods of Buddha to attain peace

Did you know that the Buddha taught more than 84,000 methods to attain true peace and freedom from suffering?

All these years, I have regarded or at least thought of myself as a Buddhist, but to my gigantic surprise, I never knew about it or better put I never cared about or explored about it. No wonder, my mind and thoughts changes like the wind. Happy for a moment, then gloomy my head is, some times too glad and again in moment down with a heavy grief. If not others I end up hurting myself. Always conflicting thoughts and never a clean clam thinking.

I want to try reading these, although its many years project, a few are already available. If you are not aware of it or just want to have a glance and try out some of this great man's words, then you may check the following link.

It might help you make some peace with yourself and help others make peace with themselves too :) :)

Monday, November 23, 2015

For you and they

I know it might have upset and haunted you like a ghost from a horror movie. Tried to drag you to the point where you were about to surrender to your violent voice inside and make the whole thing a mess. That also, only if you could get up and face it like a woman/man with the situation. And you find it cool, because you have heard people say, "If they slap you, you should punch them hard. Or if you just let them go, it will make you sound like a coward."

But, here is the irony, when you reciprocate to it under the influence of sadness or anger you become no better than a lowly drunken fellow. Who believes in low drunken fellow? Who respects her/him? Who appreciates her/his personality? Yes, she/he might try to follow you, but only to become like you, a disaster.

Did not you see, how fast the season changes its color? How fast people around you change? Even the very memory you treasure leaves you, did not you see?

Since the time sun is up, you blame one another and clock ticks away every second of your time. By the time you realize, you have not said anything good about her/him, the sun sets.

Remember, there are a hundred and one looking up to you to get inspired, to learn and to act like one. They might not tell you, but they are observing you. For their sake and your own, be positive and be happy folks.

Life is everything and anything, but in your hand, I feel.



A clear blue sky opening over Thimphu in the morning.
Taken at 8.30am on 23rd November with Thadra Goenpa as the back drop.

Sunday, November 15, 2015

Sleeping pills - 3

Oh, what a wonderful day,
Oh, what a wonderful night,
Everything is how you embrace,
But, with positivism.

Life itself is so beautiful,
Life itself is so simple,
Yet, it can disguise as hell,
Beg you might to let alone,

Hold on awhile my dear,
Why cry? Why blame? Why hate?
Time and tide waits for none,
Let's live the little time we have.

So, we live kissing time away,
Such is the way of time,
Such is the living of life,
It's not the time that ends but us.

So, let's learn to smile every moment...

Friday, November 13, 2015

Public Toilet Cleaning campaign

I am going to ask you an honest question, you answer me honestly too. How many of you have used Public Toilets? How many of you have used it with a smile? How many of you have actually gone agrrrrr?

Well, if you were not happy while using Public Toilets or if you have gone agrrr, then I would say, save it for the Public Toilets cleaning program thorough out 20 dzongkhags. Its time to silence yourself up and come forward to clean them in every small possible way you can.

And yes, for folks in Thimphu, we are doing it on Saturday and Sunday (14th Nov and 15th Nov). We have selected 7 public toilets, and then allocated 3 for Saturday and 4 for Sunday. For Saturday's cleaning program, we are gathering at Thimphu memorial Chorten at 9.30am sharp with buckets and hard brooms. We will brief you all there as to how to go about cleaning and all. We will be cleaning from 10am till 1pm....

For Sunday's cleaning program we will inform you all after the Saturday's program as to where and when to gather. 

I request every folks to come forward and help Bhutan Toilet Org​ make public toilets clean for ourselves. For folks in Thimphu wishing to come forward kindly contact me or  Nawang P Phuntsho​ asap.

Looking forward to seeing you all.

Thanking you la.

Monday, November 9, 2015

A tribute to my beloved fourth King

My heart dances to the tune of fond memories, as I lay down with my laptop intending to write a tribute to my god like fourth king on his 60th birth anniversary. Seldom sipping on a cup of sweet tea and letting thoughts infuse into words, it’s a wonder how the present walk me back to good old times.

Have not really sat and looked back for all these times, but realizing this very fact took me by a huge surprise. Engrossed so much into moving ahead and trying to catch up with the crowd, has actually blinded me to the point, where I have already forgotten how November 11th used to be one of my favorite days in those, long and not so long bygone years.

The set of November month would set the whole nation into a celebration mood. Every school and institution, near or far flung into the woods would ready for it  and even from a distance, one could hear the beat of the drums and clashing of the cymbals in sync to the crowd’s roar, “Left, right, left.” Oh, yes, “Left, right, left,” since I was a little boy I would always love to see the military parade, the military band and the long marching queue, marching past the podium where our fourth king would stand watching the queue.

I remember vividly, how I used to nag my parents to go as early as possible, so we can get some seats in the front row of the old Changlimithang Stadium, and then if lucky get a or two chances to see my king face to face when he visit the crowd. Because, we hardly get any chance to see him in person, if not for November 11th. One cannot afford to miss the day and at the same time who would want to miss it any ways? For, there was no TV to broadcast live and also to rebroadcast, as they do today. In a way it was like, watch live and live in the present.

For my late mother it was like Thimphu Tshechu and Thruebap hangover for the past one and a half month, except she would reap smile often this time, for she knows her siblings would die to see their king. And she would take the day very seriously, so her ritual of getting up early, cooking and chores begins before the dawn. Packing lunch in a huge bangchung enough for six, after getting herself dressed in a beautiful kira then she would wake us up. Waking up was so easy, although in those days November would be as cold as January with ice and frost all over. If there was a dripping from pipelines, then it was sure you will have beautiful icicles the next morning. I still remember how I with my brothers and sister used to make ice creams. We just had to fill 1/3 of a cup with water, add some sugar, dip in a small spoon and then place them on the roof top in the night. By next morning we would have our ice creams ready. 

After everything was set and done, waiting for taxi from Olakha to Changlimathang Stadium was quite a ritual and fun to recall at the same time. If we miss a taxi then we would have to wait at least 30-40 minutes before another taxi shows up. If not we should either walk to Lungtenphu or go down to Simtokha mani dungkhor to get a taxi. And in those days taxis were all maruti vans and a few mahindara jeeps. However, on that day we were lucky, my mother knew a taxi driver who lived somewhere in Simtokha and she had it booked a day before. He used to own an old but one and only green ambassador taxi in Thimphu, may be in the whole country. Such a proud taxi owner he was and we would love to commute in his taxi too.

Sitting in the front row in the sea of people was so much fun, with lub dup growing stronger every now and then, when I hear people sitting adjacent to me saying, “Oh, King is coming.” I would stand so promptly and stretch my tiny neck to confirm if it was really my king coming. But no, “Such a liar,” I would get angry however, my homemade ice creams would take me into another world and forget the man next to me. 




The fourth king in Changlimithang Stadium.
Picture courtesy Facebook

 
                                           
Finally, my mother whispers into my ears, “There comes our king.” “Wow!” I would go wow, and I still remember the happiness it would give me, when I see him walk past the gate and onto the podium. I would admire everything about him, his speech, his personality, his love for the nation and the people and his concern for the future of our nation. My father would tell us, “Our King is saying, you all are the future of the nation, so you should try and study hard.” I wasn’t in school as yet, still I would be inspired by his speech and so much driven to study hard. Such was the power of his speech and my king really meant it. With the onset of the day’s program I remember, how I would shout at the top of my voice and throw my hands so proudly into the air, “Gaylo, Gaylo, Gaylo” with all the spectators. I found that moment really touching.  Even today I feel a little emotional when I hear, “Gaylo, Gaylo, Gaylo.” I don’t know why, may be because it takes me back to that little boy me, shouting in the stadium longing to see my king.

Like the sun that must set, for us the celebration would be over with opening of our huge bangchung for lunch, sitting under the willow trees. People would sit in circles nearby with their own packaged lunch. The now archery range was once our lunch ground. It would be like lunching on Thimphu Tshechu for the second time.

So many years have passed since then, and so many things have changed. Yet, one thing for sure has remained the same, “The way my king used to inspire me.” And I must tell you my king, since the time I was a little boy I have tried my best to work hard, so I can be someone in my life serving the nation. Sadly, I have failed so many times and been through a lot in my life, no matter how much I have tired. Today, I am neither a doctor, nor an engineer, not even a civil servant. But my king, I am happy working in a very small private company. I am happier for I could afford three meals a day and if I am left with a little bit more than I need, then I share with the needy ones. Thank you for giving me free education, because I have learnt all these in schools. I and my family are less sick today, thank you for free medical services. As I was typing this, I ran into late night and still continued as if in the sunlight, thank you for everything my king.

Words fall short to say thank you, so in my small way to say it in action, I am doing books collection drive for the students in the far flung villages and also for all the enthusiast readers across the country. For, I personally believe reading books opens one’s mind and it impacts the way one perceives things in and around her or him, which is more important than anything else. Accordingly she or he acts. It is my sincere prayer that after reading books, folks will develop their mind set in a way that whatever she or he does will benefit the society, nation and eventually the whole world.

My King, on this special day, as the nation celebrates your birthday, I want to wish you a very happy 60th birthday to you. May you live a hundred years and may happiness continue to prevail in our country and throughout the world.

A warm Tashi Delek to you, my beloved fourth king. 
  

 
A black and white photograph of fourth king when he was a young boy.
Pic courtesy Facebook and Google



Wednesday, November 4, 2015

Scribble on the golden petals

Can you believe this???? Nu. 400 plus core and almost a decade plus project the Buddha Dordenma or as you and I call it, "Buddha Point" has already got scribbles on its golden petals... Can you believe this?? When will we learn to be responsible? When will we learn to appreciate the beauty? When will we learn to say, "Yes, we should take care of it, its ours."
Such a time has come now, where people have started to take their dirty bathroom scribbling practice to the golden petals.
And for the record, we can never in our wildest dream also construct alike this of our own. Its been funded by generous donors and for god sake, its even not completed. Just imagine, what it might become of by the time its complete. Its very very disheartening. frown emoticon frown emoticon
Folks, lets not shame ourselves and lets put some sense of responsibility in our head. We ourselves should be the social worker at the same time we ourselves also should be the social police, for none of us like to be told to do or not to do this or that.
I am proposing, from next time when we go to Buddha Point and climb up, lets not touch them. I mean it, lets not touch even those beautiful animals for the sake of taking pictures, we are actually scrapping off its paint and might break them also. Folks from other Dzongkhags long to come and visit this beautiful place. Lets save it for them and for folks from around the world too.
This much you and I can do it.

Some thug scribbled his name on the golden petal. Such a cheap act.
Pic courtesy: Breaking News of Bhutan on Social Media




Tuesday, November 3, 2015

Sleeping Pills – 2

A sudden voice in your dream woke you up from your sleep and now you cannot fall back to sleep. You have your wrist watch by the pillow, but you reach out for the cell phone, puts the screen light on and it read 3 am.
“Oh, what was that sound?” You try to remember but cannot and your sleep won’t come around either. You try changing your position, roll here and there for some time and still you cannot sleep. Suddenly, your head starts to spin and the whole bedroom swirls. Now you are starting to get mad at yourself, “Wish I had sleeping pills and I will swallow 100s of them at a go, if it bring my sleep back again.” You grumble at yourself. You are wide awake now!
It is irritatingly-funnily- interesting to observe, how you and I alike relate sleep and dreams sometimes. Waking up by a nightmare sometimes keeps us awake almost throughout the night, until we finally come into terms with ourselves as in, “It’s just a dream come on, take it easy and get back to sleep now.” Until then we are afraid to wink our eyes even for a second, at times. But, on the contrary if we are dreaming of a beautiful dream and suddenly run out of sleeping hours. Or if somebody jerks us awake in the middle of a sweet dream, then how desperately we wish if the alarm was never set in the first place, or if we were never disturbed, so we can sleep forever just to keep the beautiful dream dreaming forever in our dream.
More irritatingly-funnily- interesting is, be it a good or a bad dream, so long it keeps our brain working sub-consciously or not so sub-consciously it is actually robbing our sleep, and it is a clear sign that we are not having a sound sleep. If we really want to make our real dream come true, then we should wake up and work hard. And for that we need to sleep early to get up early even if our dream in the sleep or dream in life is sweet or sour.
You don’t have to try remembering the sound in your sleep it’s a waste of time. Rather try getting some sleep ….