Who am I?

No one is the same. Each person on earth is unique. We have our own physical characteristics. Some of us have red hair, some have blue eyes, some are tall, and some are too short. We differ in personalities. Some are shy, some stubborn, and some fearless. There are characteristics that we were born with and some we inculcate through our experiences. And we are never conscious enough to notice such vivid things that matter in our daily lives. 

When you don’t know who you are, the consequences can serve as a lesson. You will not remember how you have lived your past. You will not enjoy how you are going with the present. And you will not see the future. 

It is difficult to die young. It is detrimental to make mistakes. Knowing the truth about your life is a burden, but it spares you from the misery of ignorance. Negligence and societal pressures can prevent you from realizing your full potential, causing the aroma of youth to fade quickly. 

Decisions are critical in your life. If you want to drive your own life, you had better be a good driver yourself. It is better to decide now on your own and live a life that is worth living. Decide on whom you want to spend the rest of your life. There are many boys and girls without parents and brought up under the care and guidance of uncles and aunts. And there are millions who are lucky enough to live with dear parents. The day will come for everyone to live and lead a life of their own. And the best motivation is to get married. 

Marry the choice of your heart. Bury and blend the suggestions and feedback with the love you receive from your parents or someone you depend on. It is indeed a curse for some to bury their true inner essence of love out of fear of the seeming rejection you offer if they do not go along with your choice.

image from Google!!!

Once upon a time in a village called Bayyuel, there lived a beautiful girl. She was living with her aunt and uncle. When she was in class ten, her parents got divorced, and there was no destiny for her since then. Father went with stepmother, and her mother couldn’t live long enough to see how her left-out kids grew up to face the challenging world. The only option left was to live with her aunt, who was her mother's elder sister. 

After class twelve, she didn’t continue her study. She chose to work. She was employed in an organization. Her aunt and uncle did almost everything for her. They also looked after her younger sisters and brothers. 

The biggest day came for her when her aunt asked her to marry a man of their choice. She has never known the man. She has not studied the man in depth. She was carried away in the fear of refusal and reaction from her aunt and uncle. Blindly she accepted the proposal and agreed that he was good and would be good throughout her life. Her life was decided by her aunt. 

But her notion proved wrong after a few months of being into married life. The real character of her husband as wild is known, and almost everything was a big bombshell for her. And she was busted into the wild with emotions, and thus again, the shadow appeared in her life. 

Decide your own life regardless of what others might say you should do; ultimately you are breathing independently.

Next guest needs no Introduction

It was indeed great to learn and inspect the visiting sites during the study tour. We were on four days study tour to Punatshangchu I and II at Wangdue, Memay Lakha waste Dumping site, water treatment plant, Agro Industry and Dechenling town planning in Thimphu. 

It was more fun taking photos with friends and enjoyed the journey to and fro in and around the town of Thimphu. The most valuable thing is something that we have gained and learned from the visiting sites. Visual experiences conflate with what we have learned will help us in at least know how things are executed in the field and manage for the better choice of where to join after our study. 

The photo taken below is above Serbithang waste treatment site. The construction of the plant was funded by JICA. Organic wastes from vegetable market are bought to the site and manufactured into manure which is purely organic. 

 

with Ugyen

He is my friend Ugyen Phuntsho. He is well known as Shoalin. He is indeed fun loving and we veg out in the college. We had seen Royal Thimphu College for the first time and we were tempted to take snap keeping it as background for our style of unity as guest. For I find it doesn’t require the fact to intact that he is my guest to introduce as your guest friend.

Happy Blessed Rainy Day

Hope there will be drizzle and mizzle tomorrow. Hope the sun will be brilliance. Hope I can dream parents tonight. I hope my relatives and friends will have wonderful time with their dear and near one. High above with great smile I pray that all beings on earth survive happily tomorrow. 

Bhutanese are ready to enjoy and celebrate the day as Blessed Rainy Day. Government offices, schools, and institutions are closed for the day. People take bath to purify and to cleanse the negatives and defilements from body, mind and speech.  The day also marks the end of monsoon season.  Families traditionally gather for meals. 

I wish Happiness and hope all people will smile throughout the day to remember as history in their life. 

Happy Blessed Rainy Day.

Rose

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.