Trashi Delek!

The sun was clear and shining to its paramount beauty. The day was clear and jovial. The night was cool when I felt a cold draft and the torch started to flicker. Everyone was asleep. I was waiting for the world to end! But it didn’t happen. The globe is still revolving. Everything is as usual and it gave me a thought to condemn who the damn idiot was, who envisage to end the world in 2012. 

I was at village when the 2012 ended and when fresh new 2013 began. I couldn’t wish anyone, except my village friends, a happy new year 2013. And thank you all who tagged me on Facebook for the wonderful and inspiring New Year messages. I had wonderful New Year Losar and hope you all had the same. 

World will not end. Sun will not set permanently. The seasons will not change. The people dwelling on earth will change and say whatever nonsense they can. They will predict that you will die soon or may be after few years. He/she will be tagged with expiry date. But the fact is that person will laugh after his expiry date too. And to the extent of great nuisance people predicted that the world will end in 2012! People don’t have the limit!

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And now let’s hope for the beautiful times ahead. Let’s look back and be thankful for the wonderful memories of previous year. There is Fork in the road of life and Hope you choose the right way that’ll not lead to the misery. May we live in a world at peace with the awareness of God's love in every sunset.  May every flower's unfolding petals will remind you of blooming journey ahead. May every baby's smile will remind you of new life and fresh idea. May every lover's kiss will reminds you of love and compassion.  And may every wonderful, astonishing, miraculous beat of your heart will remind you of having a better smiling tomorrows. 

Hope, may you remember or wish to say I love you at least once a day to your spouse, your child, your parent, and your siblings; and hope not to your secretary, your nurse, your masseuse, your student or your instructor. 

Happy New year 2013! and Happy Losar!

Politics in Democracy

Globe in front of you has to revolve a lot to locate Bhutan on it. Country that’s hard to find on the map revolved through times to transit from so called the land-locked. It was unlocked from Monarchy to Democratic Monarchy first ever in 2008 and we are democratically elected monarchial government. It is almost five years old. 

We had only two political parties, Druk Phuntshum Tshogpa (DPT) and People’s Democratic Party (PDP) for the current government election. The motto of DPT is “Equity and Justice” while to “Walk the Talk” is PDP’s. 

Now the time is approaching for Bhutanese to be extra careful with their thumb for which they shall vote for. There are five political parties in total. Recently three new political parties joined the election market vying for better quantity of votes. They are Druk Ngyamrub Tshogpa, Druk Chirwang Tshogpa, and Bhutan Kuen-Ngyam Party. 

In democracy the quality of votes doesn’t counts. The quantity matters a lot. For this you have to be careful to choose the right candidate from your constituency. The better choice you make the better enlighten citizen you are. Even the vagabond has the right to vote for. And can you call him the better enlighten citizen? The better choice for the better promising tomorrows will decide the strength of our nation. 

You have the fallacy of calling politics a dirty game and you don’t want to get involve. Sorry if you don’t have. There is no dirty game at all. There are only dirty players. That is it! The choice is yours whether to vote for dirty player or not. In near future everything will be outcome of politics. The air you breathe will be the result politics. The water you will drink the education that your children will get and the medicine you’ll take will be the result of politics. By not getting involved you are already involved. 

With more than seventy percent of population living in rural area, more vulnerable are we that the Politian triumphs over creating the reality of docile population. Because politicians tries to pick words and use words to shape reality and control reality. But the fact is more often reality changes words far more than words can ever change reality. Words are at center of politics and all politicians know they have to try and control language.  

Moreover the diplomacy of the educated middle class will stir the gear and topple the biggest game of election. 

There are many questions that one has to ask before voting for the party which you may think shall be ruling. Can you afford to send your children to college when financial institutions stop lending loans and when Royal University of Bhutan has become autonomous, when your son/daughter has to pay tuition fees which are not at all worth comparing the quality of tutors? And moreover the modules are credited depending on the degree of importance and have to pay equally. 

What if you have to pay for the medical facilities when the hospitals are not well equipped with the basic necessities and when the check up is not up to the standard of what we desire to be! And what if you have to wait for a day or half to get checkup with the simple sickness like headache, cough and cold…Etc.

I must not to be judgmental about the political parties and rather I’ll vote for the right party that’ll serve for the betterment of our nation. Let’s stop playing one against another. Let’s all be responsible and make our country a hub for happiness.

Thy name became My Password

The Korean may be rare as it sounds in Bhutan, but they are always special – as is every glorious Bhutanese youngster are fan of.
 

I still remember you were in red coat and white pajamas, with long auburn hair and exquisite eyes. The distance was far in the West and me in the East. Thank you, Bhutan Times for their story and a beautiful photo. I was astounded for Korean studying in Bhutan.

You were studying at Ugyen Academy, Punakha.  I read the story more than thrice. And went through the photo to judge which one is you, Esther Yue Suel Kim, Esther Kim (English), Ye-Seul Kim (Korean).The difficulties that you faced especially with food and lack of recreation facilities were your grievance. Your likeness of Bhutanese was cool when you loved Ema Datshi.

And my curiosity to build friendship with you exploded high up in the sky. The Korean may be rare as it sounds in Bhutan, but they are always special – as is every glorious Bhutanese youngster are fan of. I got your name from the paper and instantly I wrote an epistle for to be pal. I sensed so cool to write such an epistle to an unknown. 

I was totally overwhelmed with your response. The envelope was decorated with little daffodils and a couple walking through. It was just a short introduction. My zeal aroused for when I read – ‘I’ll send you my photo next time and send me your photo and please write with your hand in next reply.’ Your legible hand writing and questions to know my interest, hobbies, and anything about me was chill to make chemistry laboratory fume free.

With smile on my face, I wrote her reply. I mentioned all my interests from playing Chinese checker to writing anything that comes in my mind.

I received her reply again. I knew her better this time. She felt sorry for late reply. She was busy with her monthly test and horrible homework. It was funny for me to visualize when her friends called her Yeseura, Estee, and bathroom singer….etc. Her hobbies were to sing, play guitar and hang around with friends, visit pyramids of Egypt. Her dream lands are France, Israel and Egypt. She wants to see the red sea where god divided for his loved Moses to walk within, and the mountain where god gave him the 10 commandants. Her dream was to travel around the world and visit all countries and see different traditions, beautiful and wonderful people.

The message in her letter was inspiring: “I think no one is bad in this world and everyone has his or her own beautiful flowers in them but they can’t find it as it remains in the form of seeds… so did you find that flower in you?” there were some situations when she land up with the thoughts that she is the most useless and miserable person in this world…. But she prays in those moments and keeps all her burdens and logs under the foot of her god. “He tells me to close my eyes and open my eyes and makes me to see the people around me and I become most happy person in the world whenever I find the flowers in me…”. “So hope you will also find those seeds in you that will bloom in later stage so beautifully, so all the best in every step that you take in your life”.

Hope I have found those seeds and seem it is blooming. Thank you for the wonderful and inspiring message for stranger which you may feel weird!!!

Hope to see you sometimes somewhere and thus with journey of missing you, thy name became my password as esangayther.

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.

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?