Why I write?

I began blogging three years ago while I was in first year. The purpose was not defined. After a year of blogging I realize the rationale of my amateur interest. I write for the purpose. I have something to say. I have something to say to someone. I have some purpose for saying it. Information is constantly available – from other people, television, radio, newspapers, books, world wide web and many other sources and why not from my blog? 

I like to work with words, using them to reconstruct my past, foresee blind alley future and bastardize current.

The journey is tough, tough and blank most of the time. It is a difficult path strewn with slippery wet leaves.  I write about anything I want and the assigned topics. These are two opposite instructions for me and the common reaction to both – a big blank. I don’t have enough past experiences that I’ll pour in black and white. I don’t have gift to get mesmerize by the mesmeric beauty of nature and forecast the futile future.

I tried to remain faithful to my past experiences. Whenever I spark with my past experiences, it drags my hands on the keyboard. And whenever I think to create something that is nonexistent and rhythmic, it turns into poetry. And moreover writing about those and emotions helps me to learn more about me, whether or not I share with anyone else.

There are always charms and pride of writing. Just as you take one final look in the mirror to fix whatever isn’t just right before going out, I take a look at my writing to face readers. And it is finally publish to share with audiences. Reactions from audiences are diverse. They criticize weaknesses and give positive comments for improvement. A criticism of weakness without any ideas for fixing it is a negative. 

Some readers which happen to be friend certainly call me to say, how nice my articles are. May be I provoked and astonished them though, I feel my writing are as bland as oatmeal. It is more surprising and proud to see and grin to read few of my articles being published in few national news papers. And the biggest encouragement is when the page -views is never constant on my blog. 

Therefore Writing - blogging is a journey maintain through fine diary of our thoughts.

Look there!

Look there in the evergreen forest.

Can you see the blooming dandelion foretaste?

Visualize the invisible singing bees from here.

Can you feel the rhythm of their dance without dare?

Look there in the mightiest ocean.

Can you see the beautiful bright lotus blazing?

Seems the petals on august lotus are in motion.

What, if you and me dance their? Will it be amazing?

 

Look high up in the sky of widest memories.

Can you count how much you cry for my tricks?

Those were to distinguish your beautiful cheek adorn with tears.

Will you now cry for this joke too?

Look here in the mirror near the window.

Can you see you are in floods of tears?

I discern these tears are your tears of the afterglow.

Can we begin to hear wedding bells and cheers?

 

Black and White of Life

On the black and white of my feelings I wrote your name.

Heard that the life is transient even then I am thy fame.

Before flowers around me fade to fatality,

We’ll see the way to our opportunity.

Don’t shun me for my heart will melt of.

Don’t devastate my dreams for I am fearful of.

Heard that our life is like water and ice cube.

We face concurrent living and breakdown for we’ll wipe.

 

High on the mountain of promising sun rays I see your face.

Downhill through the thick jungle I find loads of burly base,

That it’ll clutch our strong assurance so tight.

And let the mountain full of promise be our divine delight.

 

Down the plain of winding river of our existence,

I see the evaporating happiness of thy sweet fragrance.

Along the crisscrossing bank ablaze with beautiful daffodils,

I see the different coexistence making deals,

For all things and happenings are fixable for teeth are brushable.

Like crushed flowers our beauty will lost forever!

Like dress rehearsal we believe grand concert is yet to appear!

We think and gossip most about the success of Bill Gate,

And we rarely do the success of Gandhi for I bet.

To my Late Friend

We were tensed and worried at first, when we entered the classroom. Every one sitting on their seats were looking as if we should tax us unduly for a year. The moment of entrance was awe-inspiring for seven of us from Tashigang. All most all were intellect and brave to challenge among. Class was filled up with brilliant minds. The most anticipated moment of the result day proved success to most of us. 

The ground was fresh and green. Most of us were first timer. Strikers among the best were Chocolate (Ugyen Chophel) and Tashi Norbu, and the fastest flying wings were most of the time Gadpu (Kunzang Dechen) and Kaptong (Ugyen Tashi). In the sturdy rectangular metal posts were two goal keepers whose duty was to smile rather than to safe goals. Few (Yeshi Norbu) and Thinley Yeozer were these two guys. The main defenses were Norbu Gyeltshen, I and the first timer! The tantrum of kicking to the wrong direction, the mockery of thy criticism, your whimsical command not to go near the post and your short-tempered resulted to the perky match ever we’ll remember.

Yeethro Lhamo of drunken Karma Duptho, Hiding from the rain and snow of Ugyen Tashi, unexpected often disappearance of incisive Chocolate into the darkness like the hen looking for a better place to lay egg, feminine nature and the simple look of Mr. Few, little blush and ire of Mr. Raba Zangpo(Dawa Zangpo) for when criticized with a girl from town, Mr. Toujay (Tashi Nima), though thin and intellect and eat like a horse, Buddha nature of Ngawang Tenzin, tendency of all to call Sonam T (Sonam Dorji T) as Hobby, times of all enjoyed with plate full of Bokpi ingredient  with sugar, flirty nature and to womanize were Dangdus’s (Phuntsho Dorji) fun. An additional charm of all to tease chemistry teacher, Mr. Murugon were those reminiscing upon your absence. 

Gone are gone and the most difficult part is to get back. These days we are convenient to do anything. We have vehicles, planes, computer etc to comfort us. These conveniences provide equal measure of headache and the misery crop up too. 

There are certain things that we can do to bend conditions to our advantage, such as taking vitamins to become strong or setting alarm to wake up. But we can’t hold the world still so that it won’t stir up another tsunami and we can’t hold us from ending to respire.  One day or other we’ll die.

For you my friend Norbu, edited Photo uploaded on the wall of Rangjungpa Group was ambiguous to me once. I was convinced through comments and from other friends. And to my dismay you left this wonderful earth leaving behind your family and friends. I pray for to rest your soul in peace and hope we will meet in the afterlife.  Although no words can really help to ease the loss you bear, just know that you are very close in every thought and prayer. 

Om Mani Padmi Hung Hree

For you'll Go to Heaven

Gone were the days of memories and regret. There are numerous days that I’ll count on my fingers to cast my mind back to joys and fun we had. All those abiding memories and hereupon your absence are imprinted on my mind. The tear that rolls down my cheek is sign and misery of your absence.  Such is the uncertainty and desolation of our life and it is now my endurance.

I remember the place where we first met. It was dusty and noisy yet surprising to see you through the haze of dust in the sun with cute smile on your chubby cheeks. And right away I followed you to your office and thank you for your syrupy cup of tea. I still feel ashamed to talk to you boldly and I can’t forget your simple complain for my quietness and reticent.

The petals that you touched are still beautiful and lively, the signs that you scribbled are still inscribed with no distortion, dews that were on the leaves are still fresh and sparkling in the rays of beautiful bulb behind the bench and the throne that you got pricked is still strong on the sturdy branch.

In the busy Zangdopelri compound of elderly circumambulating and chanting mani and youngster snapping the beautiful scene of fountain, at the side of compound, in the small canopy, I met you for the second time of your choice. Your angst on my touch on your back and cheeks and my tricks to check your temper was all my mischief for you. Sorry Tashi if you still mind for.

Late Tashi

You wanted to kick my ass for keeping in touch with your friend Pema and you assumed us. And I still have the guilt of compromising our relation. And I know you implicit that I cheated you and the belief is still carrying with you for you might not find the right path. And I pray for to forget all those mischief of mine and may you go straight to heaven. Go to the eternal place where we met for the second time and wait for your friends who will be soon coming and the day isn’t certain but be patient my dear.

The pain of your disease and the pain of my sickness to hear your voice was all that struggled a lot. The greatest pain was when you were unable to answer my call and I couldn’t hear your final voice. May be you thought it was worth not hearing my voice but for me it was worth anything and I didn’t anticipated you to leave this wonderful earth so soon.

I didn’t believe your friend Pema when she said you are no more in this world. How can I and how’ll I react to such threatening and thundering news? The moment I end our conversation I was totally numb. It was the moment of utmost regret and pain, the regret of not letting you to know the truth of my silence and mischief. Seemed knowingly I concealed my feelings. Alone in the corner of my room I tried to endure the pain and tried to smile myself with our memories but you always disturb me by your sweet grin on your chubby cheeks.

We have seen hundreds of butter lamps being lit in the small chamber beside Zangdopelri. Today I am going to that chamber to light for you to clear thy darkness and lead a way to heavenly abode. I will climb on top of the mountain and hoist prayer flags to call you and inform you to wait for me in the heaven. I am coming soon and let’s reunite in the afterlife!

 Om Mani Padmee Hung hre

For You are!!

The lucidity of thy beauty is my trust and hearty.

The irresistible and my love to you is your Bounty.

Gorgeous is the moon up in the sky,

Letting not to set to the west is my Spy.

We were anonymous when I whispered hi.

When times come for perceptive you said bye.

Thought I am to live all alone.

But you appear again to consider my lone.

Passage to our life is clear.

Message to you is sheer.

Let’s not waste time,

And merge for unity!

The scenery moon!

Today, during the day of amusement and serenity,

With you, my angel and jewel of my soul,

You manifest the power and divinity of thy love,

And the day is your birthday!!

To love and give my love to you is what I owe,

Your beauty and charming smile best suits you,

The precious gems and value gold – may not shower like rain,

Since I am a poor boy but I value you the most.

For you to be free from illness and live prosperous life

Is what I pray for you, my sweetheart!

Crossing skye!

The prettiness of cheery moon,

Is the merit of the sky and you - my life!

And please gorgeous moon please!

Remain always there serenely.

Or else I will be saddest person this Earth.

My eyes won’t stop to shed ocean of tears.

In the world of uncertainty life,

With you, my dear feeling the merit,

Disappearance of thy presence,

Shall distinguish me worthless!

It's not the end of Road

No matter how sensitive and conflict-ridden the consequences, failure in exams don’t spell the end of the road in a student's life. Success is not destiny. Failure is not fatal.  Evaluation is an important part of an education system, and failing is a part of it.

Failures at times can bring about an attitudinal change in life. Many students try to change their ways after they experience failure. The guilt of letting the parents and teachers down brings about a major change in their personality.

Exams are benchmark for judging a student. It is true that failure is not the end of the world but teachers are the ones who have made the student believe in this. The student cannot escape this pressure because the entire education system is geared around exams.

When failure isn’t expected, students get severely tensed and devastated.

When we fall short, experience a setback, or things just don’t go our way, we have two choices: give – up or regroup. One of the biggest problems with failure is when we think it means something to our worth or our value. If we can frame failure differently instead see it as an opportunity to learn and grow, then it stops being a source of self – criticism and self-doubt, and becomes a tool for self- improvement. And we can do it.  

CST, College of Science and Technology is only college in the country that offers various engineering degree courses. When it produces maximum engineers for it is sure the quality isn’t compromise. For that matter failure is guaranteed. 

Is it Genuine? II

This is my second email from same country. Ms. Juliana Kelvin from Senegal commented on my post in pureblogger.com and I emailed her as:

Thank you for your message on pureblogger!!

Tell me more about you!!

Hope to hear from u more!!

Sangay

Juliana Kelvin

Bhutan

Her reply was curious and alarming!

Juliana Kelvin

My Dearest One,

I am more than happy in your urgent email to my email. How was your day today? Mine a little cold over here in Dakar Senegal. My name is Juliana Kelvin (24) single and never married, I am from Rwanda in Central Africa and presently I am residing in the camp here in Dakar Senegal as a result of the civil war that was fought in my country some years ago.

My late father Dr Jack Kelvin was chairman managing  director ( JACKSON INDUSTRIAL COMPANY LTD) in KIGALI the capital of my Country, and he was also the personal adviser to our former head of state before the rebels attacked our house one early morning and killed him  with my mother in cold blood.
It's only me that is alive now and I managed to make my way to a West African country Senegal where i am living now as a refugee.

My day is very boring over here in Dakar Senegal. ln this camp we find it hard to go out because we are not allowed to do so, it’s just like one staying in the prison and l hope by God's grace l will come out here soon. I don't have any relatives now that i can go to, all my relatives ran away in the middle of the war the only person I have now is Rev.Patrick who is the Reverend pastor of the
(Christ the king of Churches) here in the camp he has been very good  to me since l came here but l am not living with him rather  l am living in the women hostel because the camp have  two hostels one for men the other for women.

As a refugee here I don't have any right or privilege to anything be it money or whatever because it is against the law of this country. I want to go back to my studies because i only attended my first year before the tragic incident that lead to my being in this situation now took place. Honey, please l would like you to know that l have my late father's statement of account and death certificate here with me which l will like to send to you to assist me, because when he was alive he deposited some amount of money in the Bank which he used my name as the next of kin.

The amount in question is $4.5(Four Million Five Hundred Thousand US Dollars).
So l will like you to assist me transfer this money to your account and also assist me to get my traveling documents and air ticket to come over to meet with you in your country as soon as the bank transfer the money to your account. I can't withdraw the money myself due to my refugee statues here in this country which does not permit me to, I want you to send me your contact or you can reach me true this telephone number( +221-768-641-696) please this telephone number belongs to the reverend father that is in charge of this church here in the camp, please call me by 9am till 6pm London GMT time that is our free time over here in the camp, if you call please tell the reverend that you want to speak with me so that he will send for me to come and answer your call.

Darling, Please call or send me your information such as your

Names ..................................
Age  .....................................
Address or county ................................
Telephone ................................
Occupation,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

I have got in touch with the bank  and made them to know about my plans to withdraw this money, l also got them aware of the death of my father and they have acknowledged it with all their confirmation. However, they advise me to get in touch with a very responsible person who will stand on my behalf and my trustee as regards to this money since l am presently of refugee status over here and wouldn't be permitted to handle this amount of money, they also let me know about the bond which they signed with my father that they money will be handled to me in bulk amount which means that l should decide on if l should continue with the bank or not.

I just have to let you know about this so that you can assist me to be my trustee on this money. like l said l want you to call me.l kept this secret to people in the camp here the only person that knows about it is the Reverend because he is like a father to me. Have a nice time and think about me. l hope to hear from you soonest. l love you.

Yours for ever in love
Juliana Kelvin 

Then I closed the chapter and there was no more email from her too!

Is it Genuine? I

Is it genuine? Are these people really suffering? Or somebody is trying to cheat someone? Those people have same grievances. Usually they comment on profile and posts of social networks like purelogger.com, nopkin.com etc with their email id. They asked us to reply to the mention email id and to my dismay the reasons for their sufferings are all same.

I have written her reply to my post on pureblogger.com.

I am Sangay that was on pureblogger.com 

Nice to know that you are and doing well!

Ask me more!! I think I don’t how what to share!!

M fine 

Sangay 

Bhutan

And this is her reply.

Photo that she has emailed me!

Hello Dear,

I am very happy to receive your reply

Like I said before my name is Cynthia, 23yrs old, single and never married. I believe that it is important we get to know each other better for trust and confidence which is necessary in any good and lasting relationship built on truth and real love.

I love reading and spots and like to visit parks and garden to be close to nature. I love children too and will like to have many children when I get married. I am from Sudan and I am presently staying in a refugee camp here in Senegal .

I came here because my parents died and our region is not safe at all because of the rebel soldiers who are rapping women everyday and I escaped through the help of the UNICEF and Red Cross and I am now registered with the united nation high commission for refugee.

And I replied to her!

Thank you so much for having introduced urself and it is indeed great to know that you are single and never married!!.. I think you are fresh as ever and bloom like rose to love your dear one. 

I write something that I think and I have my personal blog http://sangaycholdenduba.blogspot.com/ 

I have my details here and hope u won’t mind to go through.. 

You are beautiful and seems sexy.. I like it friend.. 

Thank you

Sangay

This is her reply again!

Dearest one
am happy to read from you once again. I hope you received my pictures.  In this Refugee camp we  can only go out on permission of the camp master Reverend Gabriel Hezekiah who am using his office computer to send you emails,  and it’s like one staying in the prison because you do not have freedom of your own. I hope by Gods grace I will come out of here soon if everything works out well between me and you together. I will like to come over to your country and start a new life and go back to school.

I don't have any relatives now whom I can go to because they all ran away in the middle of the war in my country. The only person I have now is (Rev.Gabriel Hezekiah) who is  in charge of the camp welfare. I stay in the women's hostel because the camps have two hostels and you can reach me on the telephone through this number (+221=773461660). If you call just tell Reverend Gabriel that you want to speak with me, he will send for me in the hostel to come and answer your call,  As a refugee here i don't have any right or privilege to work or engage in any business or financial  matters,  be it money or whatever because it is against the law of this country.

I think the little I have known about you gives me confidence now to give you more information about me with the hope that you will truly help me as promised.  I have my late father's bank account papers  here with me which i will send to you later if you are ready and capable to help me as a trustee to claim the money because the bank has given me a condition to release the money to me as the legal next of kin. When my father was alive he deposited some amount of money in a bank in Scotland and he used my name as the next of kin. The amount is $5.7(Five Million Seven Hundred Thousand US Dollars).So i will like you to help me transfer this money to your account and from it you will send some money for me to get my traveling documents and air ticket to come over to meet with you. I will give all the necessary information about the money and will introduce directly to the bank manager for discussion because the manager is waiting for me now to present my trustee so that they release this money for me.

I am expecting your response and call.

Thanks,
Cynthia +221=7734 61660

Then I stopped replying her!

Plant's Trauma

I rejoice greatly in the environment, for having them encircle us and make us have a wonderful passage about new life. Their suffering and death for the benefit of mankind are incredible.

It is wonderful to see how the plants grow. From the little, cute, heart-shaped seed to the serene, germinating plant that reaches for the sun and creates an environment conducive to romance. Romance for the benefit of ourselves, and we'll be indifferent if they are stepped on and crushed. And as I see the plants not being cared for, I think of them speaking, trying to tell us what we must know.

I am helpless. I can’t speak to defend you. I bloom to beautify thy surroundings. I don’t care what I look like, but you chose me to be here. You watered me when I was young and energetic. You touched me when I was fresh. You sniffed my leaves when it was able to dance to the rhythm of wind that was not frequent. I was overwhelmed when you were happy for me to see me come into buds. And I was overexcited when your little son was smiling when I was decorated with five beautiful little red flowers.

It was my fifth day after I came into the flowering plant. I was lonely from the beginning. I did not have friends to share my smile with or to wave at, especially when you treated me like I was yours as always. But what happened now?

Your little son offers fewer smiles. You never touch and sniff me; instead, you have started giving me less water. I am suffering. I don’t have the strength to hold my leaves. My bark is darkening day by day. My head can’t hold its position. It is under compulsion to bend to see how dry my soil is. Please help me, my lord. Let me live more and have the dignity to be old and taken care of.

The day is uncertain for me when I’ll bear the greatest trauma of no soil to support my roots and no water to support my old leaves, and I’ll be abandoned forever.

Let me face the dignity of returning to where I was grown. Let me give my body parts to future coming plants so that they can grow easily to benefit you as I have done. To let you keep touching and sniffing me. To let your little son constantly smile.

Thimphu to Gelephu

The purpose was not defined! Yet it started from Thimphu bus terminal till Gelephu bus terminal. Everything was fresh and fine early in the morning. The crowd was busy and rushing. All buses were getting ready to move to their destiny. When it was 7:00 am in my mobile driver calmingly pressed the accelerator hard signaling we are ready to move. Soon the wheels started rolling and my journey started from the capital city, Thimphu.

Majority of the passengers were Nepali, may be because our destiny is to the south. And sadly all were mothers of one or two – little cute baby in their arms holding tight and diligent fathers – face proved that they are sturdy. I was with my classmate friend Phuntsho Wangdi.

A Nepali grandfather sold Churkam (dried cheese) with his admired Dzongkha dialect mixed with humors and our journey was set worthwhile with Churkam in everyone’s mouth. 

Soon with a sharp horn near Lungtenphu army camp we reached Semtokha. From there it was up – to the chilly serene scene of Dochula. A lady passenger requested driver to play music. She was rejected till Dochula.  Everything was beautiful and quit. The rising seat and tip of Chorten (stupa) and monastery were overwhelming. The awesomeness soon disappeared to the tune of Sem gawi Ngyem (happy day of beautiful sun) of Jangchub Choden and Tshering Dorji.  We were heading down then.

Everyone was quit. The road was snaky through the dense huge grand trees with long and beautiful mosses decorating them. The wind was chilly. And I was fallen asleep. The music was so sharp and it was Nepali song when I was awakened at Thinleygang.

A lady was beside road with cucumbers and maize corn. Driver stopped to ask the price of cucumber while I bought maize corn and enjoyed its allure between my teeth till Wangdue.

Muddy and noisy was the Wangdue town. There were trucks moving one after another. Seemed the town is kept busy by the ongoing Punatshachu Hydropower Project. Splashing muddy water to the roadside few cameras flashed to the burned Dzong (fortress).  All the conversations were sympathetic. The sympathy of helpless headless Dzong, the unavailability of fund to rebuild and more emotional strikes with the continuing smoke from the Dzong were what they murmured each other.  Everyone felt sorry for the unfortunate misery.

A huge jerk and bumpy ride made our way along hydropower construction. Many were amazed to see big holes dug on the difficult rocky terrain. They were counting the holes on their fingers tip till the motel where we had lunch. With chicken curry and rice, Bhutan has developed was their conclusion with their counts of number of tunnels on their fingers.

With full tummy we continued our journey along the turbid river. The sight of huge machineries and grouted mountain continues till we cross the river through beautifully designed bridge.  The breeze of the dashing river was cool and fresh.

The song girl you are my angel frenzied the curves to Tsirang Dzongkhag.  Up through the green chirpine with dark trunk and fearing hills, negotiating all those curves, we were greeted profoundly – welcome to Tsirang Dzongkhang on flamboyant board with red background.

image from google~

Through the sloping valleys and bungalows, little goat craving to stand for the green fresh bunch of grass, bulbul singing and dancing to the tune and rhythm of wind, sun shining to wedge its rays on my forehead we reached Damphu town. An angelic look with tika on their forehead, ostensibly smiling heart throbbing and greeting with Dzongkha in Nepali dialect I was overwhelmed for their courtesy and mannerism of Damphu shopkeeper.

Sloping down through thick and foggy weather, negotiating the bumpy road we were finally at the deserted Sarpang check post. I was taken back to Garage town at S/Jongkhar. I wasn’t sure how far Gelephu is? My friend explicated me the names of the passing places. Vegetation starting from Tsirang valley till Sarpang check post is similar to my village.

Students’ with ash colored dress, lean umbrella, shops with no guarantee of when to collapse, barbers tackling their scissors through the rough hair of Nepali looks men best decorated the so called Sarpang Bazaar.

Simple sharchokpa girl standing with sweet smile to travelers, Nepali Kanchi with goats and cows playing in a fresh dew rain drops, and future airport waving its ring colured blue and white strips made our journey gratifying to reach our destiny.

Road from Sarpang to Gelephu is least fortunate. Small streams defined their ways to make it bumpier and it was remarkable when we were tuned to the rhythm of Ata Youngba with every thrust.

Little not far from among the huge trees, the raising tip of the yellow building, few taxis, sharp turn to the round concreted blacktopped space, thrice hard sound of accelerator being pressed hard connoted finally we were to destiny.

The crowd was again busy. And I was finally on the sofa. Gelephu is hot like hell.  

Real me!!

If you are with me today I would have given you my part. I would have let you see the real me! The real me is always hidden. For the wrong person fake real I am was revealed.  The real I am is not revealed yet. Time and work load matters for me a lot to reveal all these to you. But I am still waiting for the inaugural day. 

College days for me are busiest day in my life. Life itself is full of tests and I accept the reality. Loads of assignment, daily preparation for tests, preparation for practical, viva voice etc keep me busy always. There are always soft corner for you but petite time to think off. 

Ends were the days when I am done with all exams and relax. It is relaxing days for me. Relax after a long journey of tough work and thinking. Particular I felt so tough in engineering and formulaic. But with time I move on step by step and that is the factual charisma of hard work. 

More free time makes me dull. When it rains duller I become. I can’t go elsewhere. It’s the best time for me to think about you and our relation. Yes I did a lot. But what is there when you are not with me! Nothing seems interesting rather than a biggest day dream ever. The more I think the more day dreamer I befall.

Be with me so that I can at least share my part and real me! Lovers depart but not their love and I believe this simple theory and you forever. Take care and see you soon sometimes somewhere!

First Birthday Post!!

I have been living 23 years until today. On this particular date I was born to sweet mother Tshewang Gyelmo and compassionate father Wangchuk. I was the second child in the family. We are a big and happy family, which my father always emphasizes. I have an elder sister, two younger sisters, and three younger brothers.

I typically do not observe any particular festivities on my birthday and remain indifferent towards celebrating it. Sometimes, when I remember my birthday, it has already passed by a day or two. I never had a record of cutting cake and everybody shouting "Happy birthday!" without really meaning to wish for it, lol! Usually I pray for good fortune, in particular to all people born on this date and to all sentient beings. Let them not suffer, and don’t hurt others, for if you do, you can’t justify your life. I chant a few hundred verses of Baza Guru and Mani and offer them to God.

What is the true meaning of celebrating aging? Is it that we get strength to live long? It is indeed an anniversary and a glorious time to celebrate our unique births and individuality.  Age is just a number, and more importantly, a healthy body is vital that can hold up and live life as an adventure. 

Spreading birthday wishes on the social-networking site has become an automatic impulse for many users. My first birthday wish was on June 17, 2009, on Facebook. Almost all of my friends wished me Happy Birthday! Thank you, Facebook; even mere strangers wish me loads of luck and wishes.

At 23! 

Everyone wishes. We wish to have a good life, and every single one of us wants to win in life. We have dreams of our own and thoughts to unite with one that we love and become one with unity. To befall dreams of mine and yours and yours and mine, your life becoming mine and my life becoming yours, and together we are ours—these are the immense thoughts that we all have in our existence. The feeling, love, excitement... where is it? How did it vanish? Perhaps time will change. And everything is going to change with time.  Live happily and let your times be full of delightful memories and wonder!!

Om a hung baza Guru Pema sidhi hung!!!

The Best Outfit

I am not fashionable and I don’t like to be. But I like the way how others dress that are simple and less exposed. Moreover I was brought up in the society of less exposure. During last 23 years of my growth from little boy to man I have seen tremendous changes in dressing styles. It is not only threatening to once own culture of dressing but it is damn shameful to see sexy and long redundant body parts exposed.

Bhutanese society has grown a lot in fashion. More and more youth are into Korean and Japanese dressing styles. We can see fancy dresses everywhere. And the saddest part is more and more clothes are reducing in size where by only the main parts are covered and it is really disgusting.

Changes are inevitable but it is not changing in a desired way. It won’t be wonder one day when our own daughter and son ask for help to zip their pants up. The world has become too sexy. And the people with notion to rape, their works become so easy and prompting to do.

Nothing special I can conclude but here are the best outfits that I ever liked and it is worth to be what you wear with dignity.

Fourth King when he was young boy

Bhutanese purely traditional dressing ( http://leythro-darlo.blogspot.com/  )

Simple and nice outfit of one of the trainee Of PCE

Fourth King when he was young man

My Facebook friend Emilie 

Best outfit of a friend, SAngay

Me!!

With Dasho Dr. Sonam Kinga

 It was indeed a great pleasure to meet our National Council Deputy Chairperson Dr. Sonam Kinga on Facebook and chat with him. I am fan of him for his writing skills and public speech. Last year, he visited our college and gave talk on Democracy in Bhutan and had dinner with students. I was totally inspired and motivated.

The talks and the messages that he gave were immense. Though Dasho told me not to post our conversation here, your inspiration and motivation are so immense that I can’t resist keeping it safe in my PC. So I am sharing with my fellow readers, and sorry, la Dasho.

I asked a few questions that may not be relevant to anything. And I was totally glad that Dasho left no questions unanswered.

Last year I did chat with our Prime Minister Jigme Y Thinley for a while and I regret that I forgot to save our conversations. And we have such leaders who don’t differentiate anyone, besides their busy schedule and hope in future also Bhutan will be ruled by such people. Pelden Drukpa Gyalo!

Here is my conversation with Dasho Dr. Sonam Kinga on Facebook today.

Me: Hello Dasho... what is the status of government on rupee crunch?

Dasho: Well, did not you read the papers? The government just borrowed more rupees. That is the final solution the government offered.

Me: Yea I did la...

Does it mean that after spending that amount rupee problem will be solved?

Dasho: No, my fear is that as long as we don't earn rupees, as long as we cut down spending, rupee problem will only come up. We will borrow more and the country including future generations will land up in more debt. But the govt. is too powerful, it thinks it knows the solution and does not listen to others. It silences critics by bringing in foreign experts such as Nobel Prize winners.

Me: If it be then how can we go ahead la?

Dasho: There are ways to go about. NC will be discussing this in the present session. We will see what solutions we can offer.

Me: Nice to know la...

Dasho: Your profile shows you live in Athens. Is that true?

Me: No la Dasho I am engineering trainee here in CST...

Dasho: That is what I thought!

Me: I was inspired the way how to write and speak in public since your visit last year

Dasho: Well, I am flattered! Thank you

Me: Can we stress on to have manufacturing company for our own national dress?

I see only belt that we wear is manufactured home...

Sometimes it is ridiculous; we Bhutanese can't afford to buy our own national dress within country like Bura and etc... 

Dasho: I agree with you. Bura and Seshu are too expensive for ordinary people. On the other hand, there are home-woven materials that are much cheaper. The only difference is that they are cottage products and not visible in the market. I don't think we need manufacturing companies. I think we need to support, subsidize, and promote home weavers. That should be a change in policy direction concerning gho and kira.

Khaling weaving center is having an impact, but it is again very small.

Me: Even if we do that, I think it can't suffice for our society because our society is more into pants and shirts... And moreover, we find very few wearing our national dress in towns... 

Dasho: But we must make an attempt. Just can't give up like that!

Me: I heard that there are one or two agents supplying school uniforms to particular schools, and what if such entrepreneurs come up with more of other dresses too, which will be homemade? 

Dasho: That will be good. You know Lyonchen introduced a new loom like the one in Laos. He started in Pema Gatshel. If that loom does not distort traditional designs, etc. this would be good for increasing production and supply,

Me: And one more thing I can see is many of our +2 students who are not qualified for in country training goes to India. Is there anyone coming up with private college like RTC la?

Dasho: There are a few proposals. MoE is sitting on the proposal. I think there were three proposals.

Me: I am glad that many more political parties are coming up and some got registered with ECB and others processing to get registered... My concern is, will there be enough candidates from all constituencies to contest for? 

Dasho: That is the concern of every people. Will there be enough candidates? Will there be a good leader etc?

Me: I think some constituencies will not have candidate... Even a fresh graduate

Dasho: That is true. So some parties may chose to give up certain constituencies
 

Me: oic.. Can that be possible la?

Dasho: It is possible if you don't get candidates

Me:  Dasho, Can I post our conversation on my blog la?

Dasho: No, please don't do so for now! What is your blog? If you want to blog our conversations in future, let us engage in more conversations. I really like the idea of posting it on blog. Why didn't I think of that?

 

Me: I write nothing special but my daily random thoughts la...

Dasho: Anyway, that is very good! How do you upload a conversation on a blog?

OK, you have been a real help! Thank you, and have a great day. I am going home now.

Me: Ok la... Same to you, la Dasho, and hope in the future too there will be lots of people like you who could move our nation forward... I am inspired and motivated more by your writing and public speaking la.

Dasho:Thank you and I hope I keep inspiring you. I am only worried I may be a disappointment!

And Dasho went offline. Thank you so much, Dasho, for your time!!