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Tuesday, July 28, 2015

Heart of Gold

I been to Tashigang,
I been to Zhemgang,
I been to Thimphu,
I been to Gelephu.

I have been a miner for a heart of gold,
Now I am getting bold,
Keeping searching for a heart of gold,
And I am getting old.

I have been to Phuntsholing,
I have been to Tashiling,
I have been to Samtse,
I have been to Tashiyangtse.

I have been a miner for a heart of gold,
Now I am getting bold,
Keeping searching for a heart of gold,
And I am getting old.

I have been to Gasa,
I have been to Trongsa,
I have been to Bangtar,
I have been to Wakleytar.

I have been a miner for a heart of gold,
Now I am getting bold,
Keeping searching for a heart of gold,
And I am getting old.


- P.S Bhutanese version of Neil Young's Heart of Gold .. Just for fun...  LOL

Monday, July 27, 2015

Mine by Nine

Oh, my oh, will you be mine,
This is me and no wine,
Am I last in the line,
Oh, it is completely fine.

I have followed the guideline,
Dont blame your sideline,
I hope I did not cross the line,
I aint got a extra coin to pay the fine.

Dont you see the stars align,
Such a beautiful design,
It says I take you out to dine,
Let’s make the night shine.

Oh, my oh, will you say yes by nine,
Or you are going to draw a line,
Then I might have to take some wine,
Head down the alley and walk the line.


Saturday, July 18, 2015

Early Morning Note 15

My elder brother bought a new TV and replaced the old fat static borne television. He was completely okay, no big deal. But, it was his 4 years old son my nephew, who seems to be extra ordinarily excited. I did not ask him anything. I just sat looking into the distance brooding, for I had a little rough fore-day.

He came over to me smiling, with radiance of happiness surrounding him like a first light of the candle. I was very intrigued by his gesture and could not wait any longer to hear him say. He was like, "I will not tell you."  I pushed him, he wont still. I begged, then he was ready to tell me.

I watched him cracking his lips so gently as though he feared he would hurt his smile and that might put me off. I was all ears. He opened his lips and still had those genuine smile on them. He said, "My apa told me he will give me that old fat TV when I reach class one."  That broke me into a huge laughter. I laughed so loud that he joined me too. We laughed like fools laughing over silly things. I could feel warm trickles in my eyes.

Such is the power of young minds with a clean conscience and genuine warmth in the heart. Let alone the authentic smile they wear on their lips. In an instant he cleared my clogged mind like a wind puffing away low hanging dark clouds in the valley. Lifted my heart so high, even though just for a moment, I was dancing amidst zephyr leaving behind all those heart aches, the lost battles, misunderstandings, quarrels, hatred, gossips, back bites, jealousy, ego and bullshits. The bliss wet my eyes as I awoke my daze.

No wonder babies, children, youth, boys, girls, men, women, fathers, mothers, friends, relatives, human and everything in the world is one of the most wonderful gifts of the mother nature. As long as possible one should learn to love, care and respect one another. If not the least is not to hate any soul.

Please teach and nurture the youngs in the right way. Scolding and thrashing are necessary sometimes. Without hammering we will not get the finest rings but, watch your motivations forehand thoroughly before exercising.

His smile started dim and low but it glowed to snuff out my entire fatigue of illusions.

Life's just beautiful.. But if you do not share you will hardly feel the happiness. ..

Monday, July 13, 2015

Early Morning Note 14

On your side walks. Just a few months ago. You saw the world embroiled with cherry blossoms, easing the tight grip of winter alike painter brushing with green-light-pink over snow white blanket. Breathing life into trees, rocks, grass, plants, flowers and rivers. Soft zephyr sang acacia tune. Humming lovebirds rose with first ray of spring and sang the whole stroll in glee. It was a beautiful treat for the sulky heart and a comfort to a weary soul. Weights of diamonds can not afford this elegant art of mother nature. You were all rejuvenated, head and heart all calm set to live the year positively and move an inch closer to your goals.

Now its mid summer. Often you woke up to the sound of the pouring rain with naturally cooled wind fanning dry your sweat drenched skin. The other day you woke up to a gloomy day and the next to a bright sun. However, just by a glance at the green beautiful fruits, those were flowers once which decorated the entire valley grown into lovely emeralds, have motivated you to strive harder. The sun, rain, wind and clouds have simply nurtured them. And the flowers did not mind. You are glad you have made this far with your positive attitude towards life and halfway near to realizing your goal. 

Soon it will be fall. The whole world around you will be painted in gold. Sun will start to rise late and set just too soon. Birds will sing less and the leaves will be everywhere dancing in the chilly wind.  Folks will gather their yield of the year and supper will be served early. It will be time for you to review yourself once more and see how you have fought the battle until now. The mountain will not mind if you have sometime, peed in its water after a heavy Friday night. But, what you sowed will what you reap. 

When its is autumn winter is not too far. The snow will be on the ground. Trees all withered and rivers frozen. Play grounds covered with cold glass and icicles hanging low from the dripping line. Howling winds will bite your bones. It will be time to cut your sidewalks short, wrap a thick jacket around and grab a cup of hot water. Everything you aspired may not have come true or may not have worked out in your way. But, how you have lived the pre-seasons will prepare for your winter. You will not be afraid to embrace the winter even if your hair all turned white, even if your skins all wrinkled and backs all bent. You will not be afraid to say, "Yes I have lived my life." 


Winter doesnt not mean the end of life, it means spring is coming.


Life's just beautiful ..Be positive and live every moment.



Pic with one of my fav quotation.
Taken in  my office at 9.30am on 14th July 2015

When do I write?

I write when my mood is good.
I write when my mood is bad.

I write when its sunny.
I write when its rainy.

I write when its morning.
I write when its night.

I write when there is time.
I write when there is no time.

I write when I am busy.
I write when I am free.

I write when I am in the crowd.
I write when I am alone.

I write when I am accompanied.
I write when I am lonely.

I write when I am in love.
I write when I break up.

I write when I am loved.
I write when I am dumped.

I write when I am happy.
I write when I am sad.

But, I read them over and
over again when my writings,
Gets more and more older!!!

(Pic my old companion Mr. diary, old shade and a pen.
 Taken in Thimphu on 23rd/Jan/2015)







Sunday, July 5, 2015

Early Morning Note 13

For a very long time now, I have been trying to convey my gratitude, happiness and peace, but never got a chance firstly and secondly I was too lazy to write also. I should have done this a very long time ago and spelt my heart out to say what a wonderful human being you are.

Today is no ordinary day and I feel there is no better time than today if I ever want to say or write anything. So, here I am writing my tribute as my early morning notes.

This is how it starts: many many happy returns of the day, a very warm and heartfelt 80th birthday to you, your Holiness the XIVth Dalai Lama Tenzin Gyatsho. I wish you all the love, happiness, compassion and peace in the world.

You have always inspired and motivated me from the very first time I saw you in Salagura, Siliguri back in the mid 90s. I was just a little boy, then, who would  easily get carried away by a mere sight of strangers sitting next to me, let alone the temptations those cheap-multi-coloured-toys you get in Siliguri provokes. Yet, I remember vividly, sitting on the lap of my late mother, distance away from you in the sea of people, I still remember, your words, your teaching, your compassion, your radiance of peace invoking a feeling as though you were patting on my shoulder standing at arms length distance, as you spoke through loud speakers. I remember how much I used to love the way you laughed so openly in the crowd, that too, with all the microphones on. I remember, how I cried along with you, when you cried in front of the sea of people, as you narrated real time stories and your past experiences. Sigh, I was deeply moved, that I still feel the pain in my chest sometime just by a mere sight of you on the Television. Since then I have been looking up to you, observing every word and action of yours and trying to follow.

Never did I realize, it would be a decade, before I get to see you again. Sigh, how fast time flies. 2004 came in a blink of an eye, then it was 2012. Whatever it is I was lucky, to get the chance to see you once again, although in a sea of a people on both occasions, I consider myself blessed, and you were still working very hard.

My oh my, 2015 sounded just like any other year, but you have grown 80 years younger!!! For these many years and still, you speak those very same words about love, compassion, happiness, mindfulness and peace. You live these words every single moment of your life and sow these seeds where ever you went around the globe. Such an inspiration, what a motivation. All these years, I was trying hard to follow you and I must admit though, I could neither shave my head like you nor I was able to become a 100% vegetarian but, your Holiness; if I cannot  be of any help, then I at least dont harm them.

May you live another 100 years to see the flowers of love, compassion, mindfulness, happiness and peace bloom from the seeds you have sown for the past 80 years. And may you have all the love, compassion, peace and support from around the world so you may continue sowing those seeds without any hindrance.


Long Live HH Dalai Lama, TASHI DELEK!!



Pic HH The XIVth Dalai Lama, courtesy Google