Thursday, April 28, 2016

Dear lovely girls and ladies

No guys other than, "Snoop Dog" would call themselves a, "Dog." So my dear lovely girl friends and ladies will you plz not call yourselves a, "Bitch?"

There are 101 nouns in the English dictionary to choose from, if; for the sake of showing your attitude, you have used.

Boys, guys and men loves you and respects you. Don't drag yourself down to that point of calling yourself by this filthy name. You are far better than this. You might be completely okay, but my only fear is; those young girls admires you and following your every step, they might fall victim.

I feel, calling yourself by that noun simply elucidates lack of self respect and self esteem, which is the first and a crucial step towards stopping abuse and violence against women. Better put: against you!!

Love or respect yourself first, before going out seeking others love or respect.

Keep smiling, life's just beautiful..

RACHU: Ada rachu only or Other rachus or Both?

Just my opinion, I think:
Bhutanese women have the right to adorn any kind of Rachus they opt or wish for. It's a basic human right. We can preserve our culture and tradition by thinking a little out of the box too. A few beautiful and elegant designs or patterns on Rachus makes them not only beautiful, but speaks a lot about our Bhutanese weavers creativity. Wearing those, in any case, doesnt portray Bhutanese women are not upholding or less-upholding our culture and tradition.

From the way I see it, the whole fuss is about Patterns. Patterns are lovely. They are a symbol of our creativity, they are representation of hard work our fore-parents have invested and each line proves their dedication and sacrifice in learning and perfecting the art of Patterns. They are the soul of our textile.
Can we show a little respect? Can we not learn to appreciate? We don't have to put up a show or write poems praising, but simple, yet profound way would be to let our Bhutanese women wear their Rachus! Our women, designers or weavers are not that out of mind to design patterns those are obscene or art that goes against our culture and tradition, they will never. Can't we let them wear their Rachus?

If you really want to promote culture and tradition, then provide some free classes on waving Rachus (and Kanbeys too) incorporating old and new motifs, to all our Bhutanese folks. That also make it open for all the interested folks to attend, dont force any soul or make not just to women or men. Make it open even to young boys and girls who are interested. Later it might come as a huge surprise to you when your daughter or son in just primary school or so, home-weave you some Rachus or Kanbeys or Jolas and gift you on your birthday. That time don't tell me it will not bring a huge smile on your face. Then you might suddenly realise: we have not only fostered our culture and tradition of wearing rachus or Kanbeys, but we have also sown the seed of weaving, ensuring continuity into times to come, just like that.

In a nutshell: culture and tradition brings us together, creativity takes us far in time together.

Ada Rachus    Photo: Kunsel

Monday, April 25, 2016

Not a Penny more

Lies can take you really far and wide in life, so fast at the lightning speed. 
Truth can take you there too, but slowly, one step at a time.

The only pain in the neck is: for being truthful you don't have to tell or do anything, just "Original you" is suffice; on the other hand you end your entire life looking for means to cook lies or trying to be someone "You are not." On the final day you learn it was all unworthy and it doesn't go that way any farther. Then you will have to come back, oh, coming back would a complimentary if you only dont fall hard on the rock face down and start all over again from zero.

Then what point does it serve to have gone so far or accomplished or garner or won so much in life within a short span of time, if you are only to fall back and start all over again???? I know you will say,"Start again, never give up." But, none owns the Time. Whether you give up or not give up, it's just one shot you get and how you will unleash, can define who you really are.

Just an act in a moment with a positive conscience is enough to win or earn what you aspire for in the world.

Not a penny more!!

My book mark and the book, taken at 12.12am
 in my bunker, April 26, 2016

Thursday, April 21, 2016


When you go to a new place, no matter how prepared you are; sometimes it so happens that you start to hate the destination a few hours from starting, when the course put your patience and determination on test. Because the journey is so harsh and nerve raking you begin to picture the place to be like a hell. However, after everything is over you cannot help falling in love with the place. Then you realize, patience and endurance introduces you to some of the sweetest fruits.My recent voyage to one of the remotest schools in the country taught me this. I along with my two other friends headed from Thimphu to Shataksha Primary School in a bolero pick-up truck at 6 am. Our 120 kilo meters drive till Taksha chu was a fine ride, although at some point I thought to myself Thimphu to Wangdue national way has become a farm road under the name of road widening.       Taksha chu is the exact point from where we will have to take the farm road till School, which is another 20 kilometers away.

We stopped at Taksha chu for awhile asking for the direction. The whole place was so dusty and windy. For once it appeared like a scene from Mummy Returns, where sand storm engulfs the whole area. We could hardly open our mouth even to talk, I wondered how people live under such condition. "That’s a compliment you get for having quarry in your vicinity, may be," my inner voice whispered. Just then a man came carrying a green Chinese bag-pack asking for a lift. “Hop in, we got a room for one, plus we need a guide.”I let him sit beside me. “Oh, don’t worry la, I know the route, I live a few meters away from the school.” He cut our conversation short revealing his un-brushed thirty teeth as he smiled looking at the driver. His sincere smile came as a gesture to thank me, because earlier the driver saw him emptying a few bottles of beer and speaking nonsense, so he refused. I was completely unaware of this and didn’t know he was quite drunk until he burped, “I was so thirsty.” That was the excuse and again showed his thirty teeth. It seemed like areca nut and slaked lime ate away his other two teeth. 

Taksha Chu vicinity under the cloud of dust and heat

Lorry ferrying stones to Stone Crushing Plants

Tandin Gyeltshen taking a group-fie of three of us 
Jiwan and me,  under the dusty sky.

Slowly we started to roll up the terrain to Shataksha, and down went the trucks filled with stones to stone crushing plants leaving behind angry clouds of dust rising. Kilometer by kilometer as we leave Tasha chu the road became narrower and narrower leading us through almost a virgin road. Few hours up the road my instinct told me something was wrong, “Do cars really go up this road? Did something happen lately?” Quite taken aback, “Yes, vehicles normally go but only pick-up trucks that also before the monsoon. Didn’t you know there was a very bad wind storm yesterday?” The man could have seen us like chickens when we went, “Really???” “Yes, that’s why I am going home to fix the roof. It was all blown apart yesterday by the notorious wind storm. I am coming from Sarpang, I stay there.” Now this gave me goose bumps, no wonder my friend from School was trying to tell me about the road condition, when she called me in the morning; but the net was so bad it went out without delivering the complete message. “A few government pick-up trucks with some officials and reporters have gone ahead of us,” this message we got it from the man.  At least it gave me some guts to act normal.

Past half Shataksha farm road, we started encountering huge boulders and broken trees on the road. Axe and knife marks were all over freshly cut branches, but how did they manage to pass through such a narrow passage made us wonder. For five of us it took nearly twenty minutes to clear the road, without any tools.  Again we came across a huge tree blocking the road completely. The driver looked at me frowning, “Doesn’t school have any strong boys?” ”No, they are all small.” I knew exactly what he was thinking, “We will have to find a way and try clearing this blockade. We must deliver the consignment.” I saw the trail left by the trucks it was a few inches from the edge, how they drove over gives me goose bumps to this day. We had a real hard time rolling the huge tree which was about 30 feet long, off the road. It took 30 to 40 minutes, thank goodness we gave a lift he really was the man of the match.  And before moving on we posed for a group photo shoot for times to come. Just then the sky started to roar and my heart roared too as took in a deep breath, if anything had happened to anyone or anything it’s all my responsibility.

Myself, Jiwang Gurung and the man of the match, 
observing the way to move this huge tree

After we have moved the tree successfully, 
making the road clear then with the tree as our 
background we posed for a photo shoot

All this incidents made me impatient. I have started imagining what not pictures about Shataksha, yet I was positive it got to be a beautiful place. Exactly after twenty minutes Shataksha Primary School was there, so calm and so serene. At first I thought I have reached Tango and Cheri in Thimphu, the landscape: similar and the mental peace it radiated was just wonderful. Sadly, I could not take any pictures at the moment of our arrival, since we were in hurry, firstly to unload and send the truck back as fast as we could, fearing it might rain. If it at all rained and road is blocked again, then it’s going to be another three or four months before somebody clears the blockade. I came to know later that night, and there are stories. The sheer thought of leaving the one-day-hired pick-up truck in the remotest school ideal for months, gave me a chill spine. Luckily it didn’t rain. And secondly I wanted to start working right away.

The actual beauty of Shataksha School was revealed to us by the nature, early next morning only. Sun rose so early and it painted the whole school in gold. Clouds hung low on her bosoms blanketing the entire valley down below as though guarding the slumber of souls living there. I was so happy the weather granted me permission to admire the real beauty of Shataksha Primary School.  Its is so beautiful. I just loved the place.

Sunrise in Shataksha

Shataksha Primary School under the golden rays, at 6am

Gradually, I made an understanding with myself about the place where Shataksha Primary School was located: one should never judge a place by its road. Might be quite a struggle but at the end of the day its rewarding and fun to recall later. 

Therefore, I call the whole journey as Fun-truggle. 

Tuesday, April 12, 2016

Ocean won’t be an ocean, with one less drop – Part 1

Shataksha Pry School Toilets Revamping

Sha-tak-sha Primary School, built in 1976
140 KMs from Thimphu,4 hours drive and 2 hours hike up the terrain
Taken at 6 am on 10th April, 2016

I was very positive from the day madam Kinley Wangmo and I planned, “Shataksha Primary School Toilets Revamping Mission” would be possible, no matter the amount it might incur or distance at which it is sited. I was confident we can make it happen within an allotted time and give it as a gift to the students there. I was optimistic, not because I had money or stuffs needed in my arsenal, ready to be disposed at any given time; but because I had faith in you folks. I didn’t hesitate even for a second to seek and ask for your generous help, because I believed in you all.    

Initially, madam  Kinley and I have really tired to prioritize and made a list with just 7 basic items amounting to Nu. 9,194, bearing in mind that we mustn’t burden the generous donors, and then posted on my blog along with our work plan and deadline in March 14, 2016. I was taken aback that no sooner did I blog, than donations started coming in, which I didn’t, on purpose; tell the status of donations I have received to other donors. Because, I really wanted to keep it silent until the deadline is over and then see how much we have collected, so we can add more items on the list.

 Exactly after two weeks in March 29, 2016 our deadline matured and if we tell you the amount we received, it will come as a big surprise to you, because even we were taken aback in the beginning. We received donations in cash from 8 generous donors and one donated in kind (he was so prompt to donate, as soon as I called him). Our initial estimated budget was just Nu. 9,194, but we received donations amounting to Nu. 38,194 JJJ from following nine generous donors:

  1.          Dorji Drukpa (NYC, USA)                                    US$ 200 (Nu. 13,200)
  2.          Chimi Dolma (NYC, USA)                                    Nu. 9194
  3.        .   Thugsey Wangmo (Australia)                               Nu. 5000
  4.          Nima Dorji (T/phu)                                               Nu. 5000
  5.      Tashi Tshewang & Tshogyal (T/phu)                  Nu. 3000
  6.          Sonam Chuki Wangdi (T/phu)                            Nu. 1500
  7.         Berin (T/phu)                                                           Nu. 1000
  8.         Karma Tshultrium (T/phu)                                   Nu. 300
  9.         Jamyang Phuntsho, Rinson Company (T/phu)  2 Barrels

Total Nu. 38,194

The donations were so kind that we could add items to our existing list by 3 and half folds. Our previous list with just 7 items later it became 28.  Following was our new list:

1.      Bulb holder                                                          4 Nos.
2.      Florescent bulb                                                    4 Nos.
3.      Cable                                                                     100 Meters.
4.      Water Proof (Plastic Paint)                                8 Liters.
5.      Pipe                                                                       100 Meters.
6.      Brush 4 inches                                                     4 Nos.
7.      Brass bib Cock                                                     4 Nos.
8.      Blue water proof paint (Plastic Paint)             3 Liters
9.      Red water proof paint (Plastic Paint)              1 Liter
10.  Yellow water proof paint (Plastic Paint)        1 Liter
11.  Blue water proof paint (Plastic Paint)            500 ml
12.  water proof paint (Plastic Paint)                     500 ml
13.  Phynol                                                                 6 Bottles
14.  Harpic                                                                  4 Bottles
15.  Nails 5 inches                                                     1 kg
16.  Bathroom Mirrors                                              4 Nos.
17.  Sanitary Pads                                                      100 Nos.
18.  Tooth Brush                                                        128 Nos.
19.  Spinach                                                                17 Bunches
20.  Spring onion                                                       7 Bunches
21.  Egg                                                                       3 Trays
22.  Plastic Barrels                                                     2 Nos.
23.  Track Suit                                                            2 Nos.
24.  Blanket                                                                 2 Nos.
25.  Shoes                                                                    2 Pairs
26.  Socks                                                                    6 Pairs
27.  Signboard (Female and Male)                          1 Each
28.  Delivery

I bought everything within the span of a week after office hours and stored in my room, waiting for April 9, 2016. The date madam Kinley and I chose to reach all the stuffs and get the works done by April 10, 2016.

The Arsenal stocked with goods, post shopping

Who all went with me?

On Saturday the 9th April, 2016, I was accompanied by two good friends of mine, Jiwan Gurung, an ICT lecturer from College of Science and Technology, Rinchending, Phuntsholing. He called me a few days before the deadline reminding me time and again, that he wants to go with me as a laborer since he could not do any donations in cash. And Tandin G, who is soon leaving for a chef training in India, he helped me with all the shopping too. We took a Bolero pick-up truck, hired for just one way ride, to drop goods and us….. Return ticket: it’s all adventure.

Work Done

With donations all received we were able to buy all the necessary goods to make those 4 toilets clean and welcoming. And everything happened as planned, from scrubbing the floors to shine, to painting the walls both inside out with white water proof paint (which at the beginning we thought of doing it with “Distempter”a  paint of a lower quality, but since we got handsome donations we bought a good quality J ), cleaning and unblocking all sewerage chambers, placing huge plastic barrels and a jug each in boys and girls toilets and then putting up a well designed Female and Male toilet sign boards. Lights, school will put this weekend.

Principal (Right) and Madam Kinley (Left), putting up Male and Female signs
Pic courtesy: Jiwan Gurung

How did we do?

We reached there at 3 PM, and right after tea break at principal’s home, we started our mission. Three of us, the principal, madam Kinley and I took charge of scrubbing and cleaning the sewerage chambers. My two friends along with other teachers and students took care of the painting department. It was all a fine sail, until we started to work on the chambers. They were all flooded. We scooped with jugs and threw 12 buckets of remains form each chamber, which took almost an hour for individual chamber. Each chamber had 2 outlet pipelines and the first chamber had those partially blocked, we cleaned them, but had to use our hands.  That was easy at least; it was the 2nd chamber, deadly clogged and cutting off the pipeline completely. Tired every possible ways, but it won’t work. I could see sweat dripping down my mates forehead, so was I. Darkness was setting in so quickly, but we really wanted to get those done that day only and leave the other 2 chambers for Sunday. Time was running out… I removed my shoes and pants, then got in, but it didn’t serve the purpose, for I could not bend to scoop since the chamber was roughly 1.5 sq ft and almost 5 ft plus in depth. So, I decided to go head down with a small bucket and scoop out everything with hand. To my big surprise, I fished out a huge stick, almost 3 ft long out of a pipeline. How it got there still rakes principal’s head J J. The other outlet was clogged with stones and wooden blocks. Removing them tried pouring a bucket of water and the sweetest sound of the moment was to hear the sound of water flowing through those outlets. I asked the principal and madam Kinley, “Should we call this a success?” Principal was so prompt to reply, “It is a super success!”

My Scrubbing and Sewerage Chamber Team. Before and after its cleaned
In the Pic: Principal, madam Kinley and lopon with me

Lopon of Shataksha Pry school, Jiwan Gurung and Tandin Gyeltshen, taking care of the painting department

By then it was 7pm, my two friends gave me the status, they have finished painting all four toilets and want to give another round tomorrow. With a smile on my face, I teased them once again, “That’s the way to go. We are not a tourist here, but to work!” Dinner was served at principal’s home. We called it a day.

On Sunday at 6am, right after tea we started our mission, yet again. Double painting started and I with my team started our fight with the chambers. But, luckily out of two chambers, one was completely fine. So, we just had to open up one and do some fishing. Everything was done by 9.30am and that was when we had our breakfast. Did some finishing touches until 10.30 am and then accompanied by principal’s family and madam Kinley we went around the village to do some sightseeing and also to see the damages done by the deadly  wind storm, a day before we came Shataksha Primary School. Headed back to Thimphu at 12 noon, after they have reassured us to keep those toilets on constant check, of which I am sure they will.

I call this, a mission accomplished.

Post work (Photo-story)

Girls and Boys Toilet

Chambers thoroughly cleaned and well covered 

The whole team (From left to right): Myself, Principal, madam Kinley Wangmo, Tandin Gyeltshen and Jiwan Gurung

However, I would be failing on my part if I don’t thank everyone involved in making this a success. Thank you so much all the donors, thank you madam Kinley Wangmo for giving me this opportunity to serve your school and also the hospitality. Thank you so much principal sir, teachers and all students of Shataksha Primary School for making all this possible. Thank you so much Bolero for dropping us there at a very subsidized rate and for your patience too (If you all need to hire a bolero pick-up truck you may contact on this number 17446850, he is such a careful driver and a kind human too). Thank you Karma and Sangay for helping me with your cars while shopping, and then Tshultrim and Tandin for your hands in shopping. If not for you all, then this mission would never have happened.

Thank you all la!

Monday, April 4, 2016


Aint it funny how she/he tell whatever she/he has to say right on your face. Right there. Right in front of the world. Just like that.

Later she/he shows up and say, "Please dont mind whatever I have said last time. I had to say just to hit the other person sitting next to you." What do you do/tell her/him after hearing this? Not to forget the rising heat you have felt on your cheeks.

Well, for me; I become like a boy from the 3rd grade and say, "Thank you, for using my handkerchief to blow your nose!"