With Kushal Ashok

Sorry Ashok and readers. I failed to post soon after our meet since I was busy gearing around my tight schedule. Yet another point in the chronology of my memory is added. Thank you Ashok for your time with me.

We were merely a facebook friend. We are facebook friend because I am from Bhutan, the land of Thunder Dragon. He loves Bhutan very much. He is from the land of magnificent tigers, India, wonderful big brother to my country. His name is Kushal Ashok. He is computer engineer by profession at Infosys. He did engineering degree from Punjabi University. He is motorcycling enthusiast. I remember our converse on facebook, the love to visit my country for biking. I profoundly welcomed him. He visited Bhutan twice. When he visited for the second time it is my first time to meet someone whom I knew online.

I am not going to describe how we met. When I first saw him, he was facing to his motherland in Jaigon. And when he suddenly turned his position to my motherland, I went smiling to him for a big welcoming hug. Yea, he was coming with profound smiling for the strong introduction. “Are you Sangay?’, ‘yea I am. ‘Are you Ashok?’... Yet still smiling we hug and came in to my silent country. I met him in the bordering state in Jaigon and preceded our walk into Phuntsholing, little town of my country.

We had wonderful dinner at Hotel Peljorling. And here are some of dinner and walking snap of our short meet. Welcome again Ashok.

Second serve of rice

After dinner

SHort walk to Zangdopelri 

Nations as two are so connected and so are the subjects. Happy Indo – Bhutan friendship and Kushal Ashok – Sangay friendship and long live indeed. 

The Circle and Aroma of Romance and Hatred

The word attachment is legendary for the kids to their parents and to whom they receive utmost care. The nature of treating someone, intact the nature to particular person in which they are treated and thus the tendency to love and hate develop. The moon and the sun are legendary to all beings on the earth and so are the word love and hate has triumph in partial.

Emotions are inborn. We have the tendency in which when we think someone is criticizing, ignoring or depriving us of some gain or anything else then we develop corresponding emotions. The case in which a girl smile to boy or vice versa whenever they meet and when he/she growl, we lost in our thoughts of adoring and angst. And the circle and aroma of romance and hatred gears around. 

Love is love and the method of expressing and the practice is different. And that is why we have the mode of saying different love. The love to your parents and love to your girlfriend or boyfriend is different. We can’t have the same love to our parents like that we have loved our partner. We romance with our partner we just love our parents for what they have done which nothing can equal their deeds to us. We can quit partner but not parents. And the circle and aroma of having dear parents, lucky loving partner gears around in an arena of life. 

The cause and conditions of fashion continuously change and so the description of beauty- beauty lies in the eye of the beholder. Yesterday I have seen a girl with full Kira. Today I am seeing the same girl with half Kira. And I anticipate tomorrow I shall see her in pants and shirts. I can’t think to project myself to how we are slowly moving to the stone age of nakedness. Description of beauty changes with time. We were once a naked ape. We have developed the habit of dressing and shame for the nakedness. Slowly we have learned to cover our body with beautiful dress. And that we called the culture and tradition of dressing. The circle and aroma of dressing style to nakedness and ape gears around in the society of modernity. 

One day that shall definitely come in my life

One day that shall definitely come in my life, I will visit Ladakh to hoist lung dar, prayer flags, and pray for peace in the world. 

One day in my life that shall definitely come, I will visit Rameytey, the site where the nine-story building of Milarepa is underway, and pray for the world to be filled with such mankind, bringing more peace and prosperity to the region. 

One day in my life that shall definitely come, I will visit Thimphu National Stadium and play the world’s funniest soccer match. 

One day in my life that shall definitely come, I will be the best to my wife, kids, and the people who shall relate to me in everything. 

One day, I will take my parents on a pilgrimage, allowing them to be their best selves and making them as blissfully content as I can, so they will not have any expectations of me. 

The day will darken as the sun goes below the horizon. The night will be brightening up. Birds will chirp the beautiful hymn. Yet I will not forget to be kind to all beings. I promise. 

Your life will go on. Life will reveal its beauty. Life will make you realize the beauty. Life will impart the most valuable lesson. Life will make you feel as if you are failing to live. There will be hurdles. Life will be like that. And I wish happiness, and forget not that life is worth being happy about. 

Be happy.

It is a beautiful Dream

Inspired by the “beautiful Sunday” of Daniel Boone, it is my own beautiful dream for you. 

Sunday night I had a dream.

I think I have known the truth of my dream.

It was a beautiful dream indeed.

Monday morning I have seen you,

Walking slowly behind me in real.

Hey, hey, your smile makes me mad like a dream.

Tuesday evening I reflected on your smile.

I think your smile should intact in my mind,

Hey, hey, it makes me feel mild.

Wednesday afternoon I have seen you during the lunch

I have seen you with wide beam.

Fine, fine, fine it definitely suits you to smile.

Thursday taught me what I shall proceed.

Whole day I was alone in my room,

Lost in the thoughts of your smile and beauty.

Hey, hey, hey your smile makes me feel cool.

Friday morning away in the lawn

In and around the beautiful dandelion,

The zephyr of your smile hallucinates on my face.

Saturday told me what I have perceive

My heart beat to say I am in love

That the sequel of your smile is heavy

Hey, hey, hey I am flying away in the aroma of your smile…..

Youngman with Tolerance

A young man in his twenties is nowhere to set off. He is all alone in his thoughts. The path to his destiny is set. But it seems boring and tedious yet rewarding. He is cool indeed and lets happenings pass by. He is neither a lunatic nor a success fanatic; however, he takes joy in attributing his longevity to his experiences. I love the way I am. I am Sangay Duba. 

Yesterday I was told I was nervous. It was forced to be in the situation of a war zone. Today I told myself, “Let’s face it.” Yeah, I faced it. The situation was in the triumphant victory of what I learned. I shared what I had learned during the project review. Ultimately, it brought me a sense of satisfaction and joy. After the end, I was again into the philosophy of what happiness is with Professor Ananta from Orissa. It was a hectic day with immense contentment.