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Tuesday, March 15, 2016

Ocean won’t be an ocean, with one less drop

Shataksha Primary School is a very beautiful school with a boarding facility, located in one of the most remote gewogs in the country. Connected to Taksha-chhu by a 20 kilometers highly-season-dependent-snaking-farm-road, which is again some 50 kilometers away from Wangdue enroute Tsirang, is under Daga gewog in Wangdue dzongkhag. It is a house of wisdom for 128 students, who come from far flung crannies and nooks of the gewog to learn, of which 76 are boarders.

This house of wisdom has four cute little toilets for 128 students, 2 each for boys and girls. Another unit of toilet attached for girls staying in the hostel, and there is no toilet in the boys hostel for boy, they use the same school toilets. The toilets are all serving their purpose, with constant maintenance carried out by the teachers and the students there.

However, these toilets lack some basic amenities like water, buckets, jugs, scrubs and light for those living in the hostel; since they use the same toilets as day scholars. It is then a teacher there, after consulting with superiors and colleagues in the school came up with a super idea to give toilets a face lift and make them so welcoming. At the same time spreading the message of how important it is to maintain a clean toilet, throughout the gewog practically.

Later, the teacher shared this super idea with me. It is then we started planning entirely on volunteer basis, as to how to go about and started making a list of all the necessary things needed to make the toilets not only welcoming and usable during the day, but also usable at night. Most importantly setting an example of how school toilets should be.

Here is our work plan:

Connect the toilets with water pipeline from the source, which is some 100 meters away. Connect with lights. Paint all the toilets with distemper both inside out, and from inside about a foot from the floor of the toilet paint with waterproof paint, so it will stand against water for months. Scrub the floors to shine. Finally place a bucket, a jug and a scrub each in four toilets. We have made a list with 7 items and a delivery which is tentative as of now, yet to be on the safe side I have added.

1. Bulb holder Nu. 20 per piece (20 * 10 holders) = Nu. 200
2. Florescent bulb Nu. 160 per piece (160*4) = Nu. 640
3. Cable Nu.20 per meter (20*100 meters) = Nu. 2000
4. Distemper 5 liters = Nu. 450
5. Enamal paint 3 liters = Nu. 504
6. Pipe 100 meters (25mm) = Nu. 2750
7. Brush Nu. 65 per piece (65*10) = Nu. 650
8. Delivery to Shataksha Pry School = Nu. 2000
Total = Nu. 9194

• Buckets, jugs and scrubs I have already.

Deadline:

To collect all the stuffs by last week of March. To complete the maintenance of toilets by first week of April 2016.
But, the main hurdle: No budget.

Therefore, I look up to all the generous donors out there la. You may buy one of the following items (if you wish to buy more than one items, that’s super welcome) and hand over to me in Thimphu or paying in cash is fine too la.
Looking forward to generous donors.


Photos: Toilets of Shataksha Pry School, students use those drums to collect water for toilet which is not at all safe.

Courtesy: Kinley W.D a teacher of SPS.

With due respect to Bhutan Toilet Org








Wednesday, March 9, 2016

What is religion?

My eldest brother, my ata, he has been a buddhist monk for his entire life and one fine day I asked him, "What is religion?" He answered, "To look after your parents!" As simple as that ..  

 That was some 8 years ago. But I didn't realise until recently seeing my apa going through all the operation, medicines and still he is yet to under go some complicated medications. Suddenly he has grown too old, grown too weak and he has become like a baby who would cry upon hearing a familiar voice from a distance when left alone. 

 Sigh, you dont realise the passage of time and often forget to hold the hands the person who means a lot to one and say, "I am here for you." Right in front of my eyes his smiles are all covered in wrinkles. 

 Aie, all I can do for now is pray for his earliest recovery and grow back to healthy and happy apa, as smiling as ever!!


My eldest brother, my ata


Monday, March 7, 2016

Tribute to all women in the world

I really don’t know, and it eats away my brain when I try to think who came first: man or woman? Whoever came first, both are just beautiful. You may not say it or try refraining yourself, but the fact remains the same: woman and man, boys and girls, nieces and nephews, daughters and sons, friends and families, make a better world together;  when one starts to love or care or respect or protect the other. History has proved it and history has evidences. However, down the line things went astray and everything fell into a dark pit. History has scars of those too, to remind us, to tell us that we seriously need to change it.

Take a little time out with your niece or daughter or sister or mother or love, and ask them, “How was your day?” Then she might have a lot to say beyond, “It was fine.” She might tell you, how deeply she is in love, but her boyfriend mistreats her.  She might tell, at some point how her boss/interviewer has asked her out. She might tell how your father mistreats your mother when you are gone. She might even tell you, she is very bad at cooking but excels in karate. She might tell, there was not a single time without being eve teased on her way home. She might also tell you, how much she long for a time where she can walk freely in the street without the fear of ghosts and be whatever or whoever she aspires to be.

You can try asking yourself this question; what would/do you do when you see a beautiful flower on your way? Go wow for awhile, then pluck it and take home, or take a picture of it and post it on the social media? Or tease your fingers around the petals and beat it to the ground with a stick if it resists, and then walk away as if nothing has happened? Or simply turn a blind eye and trample over?  
Sad, but true, this is what we the social animals normally do, without even giving a second thought, that it is more than just a flower. It represents strength to fight on in the face of harsh reality. It represents the tenderness of life that nothing to be taken for granted. It’s a symbol of love. It’s a signature of life itself. No wonder, not even once in our wildest thoughts, does it occur; to put a fence around the flower and safeguard it, so it can grow into a beautiful blossom and fill the entire society with her sweet fragrance.

From the moment you walk out of your place be it a workstation, home, a movie hall or a classroom, how often do you keep your eyes to yourself? How long do you hold your mouth before uttering a filthy line? How many times do you actually respect the fact, they are someone else’s niece or daughter or sister or mother or love? Every soul knows this, yet over whelmed by lust and greed; we hardly push ourselves to shun.

This will never go away until you stop treating women like a one night stand commodity, or if you don’t allow your thoughts to evolve beyond that point, then it’s going to take ages.  And it is most likely you are going to hear your daughter or sister or niece or love or wife saying, that they were harassed or abused on their way home, when you sit for meals.

The good news is, it is changing and we are learning to value women and respect them. We are again beginning to learn, they have given birth to some of the greatest leaders/personalities in the world. They gave birth to talents like music and poetry to which you confide your secrets and pains. We are learning they gave us lovely families and friends. We should also know they  have given birth to your father and it becomes his responsibility too; to teach you to respect women or girls or daughters or sisters or nieces or friends, because your mother gave you a life not only to fulfill your dreams; but also to be a respectable nephew or cousin or uncle or grandson or son or brother or father and above to be a good human being.

To all the women in the world, here is a quick shout out from myside, “You all are just wonderful and Happy women’s day!”

International women logo

Sunday, March 6, 2016

Without a mask

What happened, you are no fun lately?
Why are you wearing a mask on your face?
Is something bothering you?
Is mask not heavier than whatever actually is eating you?

Have you decided not to lighten?
Why is it wearing a mask is easy, you feel?
Have you made up your mind not to walk?
Is your voice drowned by noise?

Ever tired climbing the mountain of your heart?
Did you try spreading your wings?
Ever looked back, how far you have come?
Did not it surprise, you actually can fly?

Glow it, yes, lighten up,
Loosen it, oh, yes, you are doing good,
Listen its your instinct singing you a song,
I can see it, now you are smiling!!!

Thats a lot better, without a mask!!!


Doing a little modeling for my post :D


Tuesday, March 1, 2016

Spring is in the air

When you wake up in the morning and look in the mirror, what do you see?

A heavy yesterday suckling on you?
A dark clouded past thundering at you?
An unforgiving you?
A stone heart-ed you?
A loser?
A selfish?
A chicken?

Or

A lion roaring at you?
A tiger?
An eagle?
A dreamer?
A fighter?
A lover?
A winner?
An enduring you?

Or

A simple you smiling at you, "Spring is in the air, forgive and be forgiven. Dont take it too hard, smile now and wipe your tears, blossom in the field does not last long."

Spring is in the air.


A wildflower, taken at 10 am, on February 22, 2016, in the wilderness
of Phuntsholing, Chukha (290 Meters)