Come hither, young girl

In her eyes of enjoyment, I see thousand rays of smile;
Only you in this town, I see love fill in your smile;
One that is all mix with zephyr, thousand wafts with thy aroma.

Thousands of love, in that wall of division,

Only you are standing, alone with mission;

One that is mix with gentleness, thousands follows thy way.

 

Bounty beauty in little baby girl! (photo from google)

 

Alone with thee, with thy shape of marvelous,

In those eyes of joy, dwelling you and countless,

I get dissolve in love, the love of transform.

Still along on your journey, wafting like the feather;

Think about me; Think about my time with you,

Still I hold the breadth, the breadth of your hither.

 

Come hither! (photo from google)

 

 

 

Galloping sound of your coming, my heart throbs to hear;

Thy face shines far, yet covering the large arena;

Thee in that power may your love flourish, come hither, young girl.

Do I need to upgrade?

A small handheld device with the ability to call and send messages has become a necessity for almost all citizens. Internet accessibility from almost anywhere in the world has added more value and smartness due to rapid technological advances. The mobile phone has become an essential product all around the world. 

A black and white Nokia mobile phone and Bata slipper were my valuable assets back during college days.

Many friends ask me to upgrade my old phone and slippers to what they consider smart devices!

Not my choice of smartphones! 

May be I need to upgrade my smart black and white Nokia 1280. Everyone is asking for WeChat Id. Only smart phones support the gadget.

There are many drawbacks with smartphones. The safeguarding cost is too high. Even the few inches of plastic screen cover cost half the cost of my Nokia. Its battery hardly lasts for a day. Nothing frustrates a person when his mobile runs out of battery and asks for my black and white for unnecessary calls and SMS.

Due to rapid technological advances, cellular phones become obsolete in a very short period of time. The average life span of a cell phone is roughly one to two years. But my Nokia is more then three years old. 

Moreover, there are uncountable cases of stolen smartphones! Lucky me, my Nokia 1280 doesn’t attract such worry.

My choice of smart Phone!! 

Misery of all, I could see so many nonsense video clips, the funniest and most sensitive.  

My black and white Nokia's battery lasts for a week, which I bought for just Nu. 950/- from Jaigon. It has the facility to listen to FM radio, I can play cricket games, and I can write beautiful messages.

It is not that I can’t afford it, though I am poor. The fact is I don’t like them at all. My only purpose for using a mobile phone is to call and send short messages wherever convenient. I am more than convenient and comfortable with it. Therefore, I strongly discourage the use of smartphones. 

Look There~

My thoughts are random. Every thought I pen down, it gives me moment to read again and smile. Am I insane in my thoughts? Yet another random poem written, I don’t know why. But I enjoy the most among much stuff I do.

Look there. Look there in the forest.

Can you see the daffodil rest?

I want to titivate you with those little flowers.

I want to give you happiness like dancing bees.

I can see the dancing bees and wafting flags.

Near the daffodils it sings and plays well.

Even that chubby green caterpillar doesn’t give up.

Within those beautiful flowers, he dwells.

 

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Look down. Look down in the busy city.

Can you see that green bus moving to our home?

Exactly at this time I see you waiting on the door step.

Sonam used to cutely call me from window pane.

Look there. Look there near the horizon.

The sunset is clear and awesome with cloud saying goodbye.

Let’s go. Let’s go home. Let’s say bye for Buddha for today.

I Hope happiness prevail between you and me.

I love you. I love the world. I love the people.

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