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Showing posts with label writing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label writing. Show all posts

Saturday, June 28, 2014

Finally he came up with a Blog

I am going to introduce to Bhutanese bloggers and in fact to the world that a new blogger was born few days ago. He is no other then my good friend Jigme Tenzin, he who likes to spell his name as Jigmey.

We have been together for many years and have known him in depth. We didn’t realize how those years passed swiftly and now time close by the departing point. Within few days we are departing. Yet everything will be cherished and good memories shall remind us wherever we work in future. 

I am not a good writer. I write my random thoughts randomly because of my own interest. I don’t think I can inspire anyone to write and blog. I am not worth it. Yet he is the one who was inspired by what little I do regularly. He read whatever I write and sarcastically say that I am a good writer.
Author of the blog!
At last he came up with his own blog to share his thoughts. He kept the name as Jigmmey’s Thoughts with description, in view of developing habit of writing down my thoughts and ideas.

I wish him best journey ahead in the blogging world. I hope he will come up with inspiring articles and photographs for which he promised me.

Trashi Delek

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Saturday, May 10, 2014

Liebster Blog Award III

Thank you Passa for the nomination and sorry for the delay.

What made you to blog?

Before I answer the question, please read the anecdote below:

A man was traveling and stopped at an intersection. He asked an elderly man, "Where does this road take me?" The elderly person asked, "Where do you want to go?" The man replied, "I don't know." The elderly people said, “Then take any road. What difference does it make?"
How true. When we don't know where we are going, any road will take us there.

I blog because …………….. (click here)

Three things that you will never do in your entire life?

There are many things that I will not do in my life. I will not jump off the cliff to prove that I loved someone so differently. I shall not wear the apron of crazy drunkard man in Shakespeare’s drama. I will definitely not overcome the joviality of humanity to create unhappiness. I like happiness. And I know you do the same! Be happy!


What is the best part of being you?

Hehehe… normally I am fun oriented guy! I am so flexible and I am not acclimatizing!! My ability to fit in shoes of others and shunning the situation with neutral say is best in being me with others! And if the shoe fits I wear it. I forgive. These are the best part of being me.

One place on the earth where you would love to go, with whom and why?

I would definitely love to go with you to the heavenly abbot in the afterlife. Exactly on earth I don’t find any place where I will go with someone. Every new place gives me happiness and contentment and that is why I never envy the people’s absurdity to stand near the base of Eifel tower, drench in the salty sea….. but if Phallus tower is build in Bhutan I would go with friends to giggle and gratify the joviality of being born in the Buddhist land.

One person who inspires you?

My dad! He is the ONE who always inspire me.  

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Friday, September 6, 2013

Q & A on Blogging and Bloggers



Firstly, let me thank Madam Rekha Mongar for the initiative of the wonderful Q & A on Blogging and Blogger’s Tag.  It is indeed first of its kind among Bhutanese bloggers. It facilitates to understand more about the fellow Bhutanese bloggers that are blooming day by day. The genuine reasons and the idea behind their blog and interest will let know the effect in one with writing. Thank you senior and fabulous Bhutanese bloggers for driving me to write little I can. 

Q: Why did you start blogging in the first place? And what’s the story behind your blog title?

I never knew about blogging in the first place. In the second place I am not good in writing, but I like to scribble my thoughts. In the third place, I could find information everywhere. It is readily available on websites, news papers, from radio, and verbal interaction with friends and so on… I was reading Bhutan Times news paper once upon a time when I was in first year. There was an interesting article authored by the present prime minister. Since then I noted his website id and was regular visitor and reader on his blog. Then I thought why I can’t I have my own blog? I was inspired by his Excellency.  I have my own thoughts and feelings. The thoughts and feelings that I feel will be worth sharing though it depends on the readers. This is the story behind for coming up with the idea of blogging. 
 
I was shaped to better man by my teachers. They corrected me in every wrong that I did. They told me where to go and what to choose in life. I have nothing to present them as gift, be it on teachers’ day or during farewell dinner except that I study hard and make them proud. I had my Geography teacher when I was in tenth standard. His name was Cholden Khandu. He was a cool guy as human being and good leader for me as teacher. He was in no doubt my best teacher. As a token of thank to him, the name of my blog – Sangay Cholden’s Random was born. It is indeed my dedication platform to all my teachers. 

Q: How long have you been blogging? Where are you based?

It is almost three years that I was into blogging. I started posting from October 2010 and till date I have posted 174 posts that are tagged under different levels. 

I am base in College of Science of Technology, Phuntsholing currently. I am not sure where I will be after my graduation and I contemplate that I got to be in internet access area. 

Q: How do you schedule your blog post? Daily or weekly? Or as and when inspiration strikes you?

I don’t have any particular time that is solely dedicated and scheduled to update and post on my blog. As and when philosophical and poetic inspiration strikes I write and post. In an average I could post five to six posts in a month. 

Q: Does your family and friends know about your blog?

Yes. My friends know about my blog. Certainly I feel sometimes very proud to hear my friends call me to say about my article. It motivates me to write more and share with them. The more I write, the more I learn about myself. This is the magic of writing.

Saturday, May 18, 2013

I'll miss

The more I write, the more I get to know about myself


Sorry Mr. Sangay Cholden’s Random Thoughts for I couldn’t update you these days. Exams make life a constant race for me. Not many days are left for me to screw up the gear so that we can ultimately judge how much I have learned to defeat the greatest enemy in students’ lives – examinations. 


Days ran so fast. Months galloped steadily. And finally a semester is coming to an end. Time is not waiting for anyone except me, and I feel that when I am damn bored inside my room all alone, books do not provide me with good company. A giant tree welcomed me with useless fruits, and it is time for me to bid farewell with the same fruit. 


Dear fellow bloggers, I can’t be able to read your post for awhile. I will miss the different perspective and inspiring writing of yours which motivate me to write more despite the fact that what I write is more often as blend as oatmeal. 



I am not completing my college this year. But I am supposed to.  I can’t do away do with blogging. I will be giving full time now to studies. May be for good reasons or so, many Bhutanese bloggers fade away the moment they begin working to earn. What if you write to earn? Money is not everything in life. Just know yourself and be a good human and act, and money will pour in. And yet you should know that you are not born only to earn and forget not that living without earning is difficult.


It doesn’t matter for me how my writings are. The more I write, the more I get to know about myself. And I promise I will write to learn and know about all that are to relate to me and myself in life. It gives me strength, and it is my ruling passion. 


My simple poem for my fellow bloggers:
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At the utmost in power of thy writing,

It’s me, a fool who enjoys and inspires.

I am to continue writing; it is my bruting.



My sentences are not good.

My contents are fairly humdrum.

But my passion thrive me more daring.

I feel more satisfied with what I learn,

For life with scribbling taught me.

Thank you fellow bloggers,

For thou art my trigger to spurt the bullets of words

To imprint on Sangay Cholden’s Random thoughts.

Monday, April 8, 2013

Thank you all!!


Wrapped in with a beautiful sparky purple-colored cover, the battle was on between two black and white Cello Gripper pens. My name was handwritten stylishly on the neat white plain paper, which was festooned with the Royal University logo and the College logo, to confer on me the fifth position in the online poem competition held on 21st March to mark World Poetry Day. The result was declared today.

I was given a consolation prize as the fifth. It was a great pleasure to receive this certificate and prize. It is the first of its kind for me to get a certificate other than academic certificates.

The topic of my poem was On and On at the College of Science and Technology (CST). The content describes how the Bhutanese high school students dream and strive to get admission to the college. And how students spend time while studying engineering, which is their choice of career to be an engineer.  

With profound reflective thought, I want to thank all the people who liked my poem on the CST Literary Group on Facebook and who commented on the post on my blog. 

This is inspiration for me to write more and share. I assure you that I am not a talented writer, nor am I a distinguished blogger; rather, I am a passionate blogger who learns from my own thoughts and shares random thoughts randomly. 
   
Thank you all.

Cheers!!! 

Saturday, November 10, 2012

Why I write?

I began blogging three years ago while I was in my 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, the 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 futures, and bastardize the present.

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 put in black and white. I don’t have the gift to get mesmerized 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 across 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 in 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 published 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, who happen to be friends, certainly call me to say how wonderful my articles are. Maybe I provoked and astonished them, though; I feel my writing is as bland as oatmeal. It is more surprising and proud to see and grin to read a few of my articles being published in a few national newspapers. And the biggest encouragement is when the page views are never constant on my blog. 

Therefore, writing a blog is a journey maintained through a fine diary of our thoughts.