Graduation Day

Once in life, my option was to become a teacher. That was either to study in Samtse or at Paro College of Education. It was nobody’s influence. However, it was a genuine call from my heart. That was when I was in my middle secondary school.

I studied hard.

With excellent marks, I got to opt for science as my major in higher secondary studies. There were three options again. Either I opt for Biology or Mathematics or study both: bio-math. I was in a dilemma for a few months about whether to leave Biology or take both. Finally, my decision was bold. I majored in mathematics.

I put in a lot of hard work.

I have my own reason for the hard work. I am a son of a farmer. The suffering of my father and the stature of the have-nots of my parents impelled me to study more and harder. With an unexpected result in the twelfth standard, I was qualified for professional studies outside the country and was ranked in the top twenty overall. 

Hard work alone does not count all the time. For a disadvantaged boy like me after class twelve, there was no one to help. When my friends went for selection interviews for professional courses, I was left behind.

I will always remember that moment in my life. It was 6^th March 2008, the day for selection interviews for various professional courses. At that time, I was engaged in a temporary job with the Kuensel store to make little earnings. The job was hectic because it involved shifting heavy loads of paper.  I saw my friends waiting for other friends near Thimphu Chorten. They were going for the interview. They saw me passing down the footpath with my lunchbox. It was the saddest moment, and I couldn’t wish them good luck nor stare at them. They felt the same way too. They were helpless. The best possibility was to continue my steps down the footpath with a heavy heart. I cried for the first time as a grown-up boy.

It was a moment of real sadness.

Within a year after serving as an Assistant Chemist in a private organization, I got an equivalent opportunity to study again. I got admitted to the College of Science and Technology with a major in Civil Engineering. I studied diligently, and now it is time for me to leave this wonderful college.

As I fold my arms today, I am proud to be ONE!

Today as I complete my training and fold my arms, I feel proud to be ONE. I dedicate the moment and degree to my great father, who is happy with the news. I miss you, Dad. See you soon back home.

Tomorrow is my graduation day.

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

The Walk - Rest in Peace

When I am left with nothing to do, boredom rules me. When I have many things to do, I feel bore to involve myself. This is heck in itself for I am human and is human tendency. I blame; simple as it is.

Due to damn shear boredom, I went for walk with friend towards Reldri. We walked till the PWD colony. It was cool with hardly any drops sprinkling continuously from above. Surrounding was green and fresh.

We were stopped by a beautiful concrete bench. It was decorated with catchy slogan wholeheartedly dedicated to someone. It was written with beautiful note, in the loving memory of. Someone was scribbled handsomely with the name Tara Man Ghalley.

Handsome Tara

His date of birth was written followed by date of departure from this world. His photo was inscribed on marble slat. He lived for 28 years. I presume he had wonderful life with his wife and brother.

How he left the wonderful earth was uncertain. But the agony left behind was clear and bold. Moreover I could sense the lost that his wife and brother accepted. Yet death is the apron that we can’t escape to wear.

Embraced my gratitude for him! 

Sitting comfortably on the bench that was build for memory of yours, Tara Man, I offer my deepest appreciation, for you had wonderful life with your wife and brother. Hope everyone who sits on it will remember you and pray for wonderful afterlife. Rest In Peace Bhaii.

She was Beautiful

I want to share about beautiful grandma, who was so jolly and lively at her age. I met her when I was at Lingmethang five months ago. She was living near the Kuri Zampa bridge. I went there to meet my relatives, who are monks at the monastery.

It was a sunny day. I was with a camera hanging from my neck. Far near the bridge, she saw me taking pictures of the bridge and swimming birds in the river. She was waving her hand, beaming with an open smile. I felt the genuine welcoming call that she wanted me to come near her. I went near her.

She looked straight into the lens!

She said, ‘Your camera isn’t worth it for the bridge and river only. Instead capture my beauty and smile.’ My friend was smiling and giggling behind me. I felt, oh! Really? Yeah, she was happy at her age, and she was beautiful.

Her smile was bright!

Even today when I see her photos, it provides me a moment to smile and remember her.  The short converse we had was wonderful, and her dialogue was insightful.

She laughed at last!!

Long live Grandma. My prayers are always with you. 

My Birthday~

I have known my day to celebrate as my birthday ever since I joined Facebook. Thank you friends on Facebook for wonderful wish and I anticipate your wish will make my life unending with loads of happiness and comfort.

I was surprised when my brother send me picture message adorned with beautiful happy birthday note on it. I didn’t believed him. Immediately I crosschecked with my citizenship identity card. Yes, the date match up exactly and on June 17, 1989 I was born. Big thank you brother, your big brother got instant to smile.

It is not my obsession that I consider seriously. What is the logic in counting my days of becoming a useless inefficient man lol? It is undignified celebrating my own birthday. But it reminds me to pray for the peace for everyone. I love doing that. Let each and every individual who breadth to die contain happiness before the exact day to the tomb lol!

Jokes apart, Once again, I want to thank people for wishing me and my prayers are always with you all. Be happy and smile.

I want to share very recent photo, which was snapped 8 hours earlier my birthday on the helipad above my hostel at College of Science and Technology. It will be memory since I have few days left to leave this wonderful college.

8 hours prior to my birthday

One gentle reminder to all – yea I am going to get off with beer today and it will be my souvenir in my entire life!!!

Thank you all.