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Tenzin’s First love

31 Dec 2007 Author observer

I woke up with a start. I was crying. May be I was hungry. I didn’t know where I was. No one came to comfort me. I turned and tossed on the bed. As I turned to my left, I saw her. There she was, the most beautiful creature I have ever seen. She was fast asleep, her right thumb in her mouth. I knew then that I was looking at my first love. I was in a hospital. I was born just yesterday. 

Just then my mother came in, took me into her arms and nursed me. I was denied the view of my first love. I cried. I cried harder. I wasn’t hungry anymore. I wanted to look at my first love.

I saw concern on my mother’s face. She thought I was sick. She was right. I was sick. I was sick at heart. The doctor was called. The doctor came in. He took my temperature. He checked my blood pressure. He could not find anything wrong with me. If only he could look at the place where I was hurt most.

I was placed on my bed. Placed on the bed facing my love. I was happy. I stopped crying. I heard a sigh of relief from my mother. The doctor went away shaking his head. I was then left at peace. I looked at my love. Without batting an eyelid. There she was. A thing of beauty. Still sleeping peacefully. With her right thumb in her mouth.

“Wake up. Wake up and look at me”, I thought. I could only think. I was not supposed to talk. Remember, I was just one day old. But there she was. A sleeping beauty. A sleeping beauty not older than myself. Could she have a name?? Do I have a name myself?? Do one-day-olds have names?? I kept looking at her. Willing her to wake up. She did not. Instead, sleep nursed me and my heavy heart. I dreamt. I dreamt about her.

I woke up. I turned to my left. I looked. The bed next to mine was empty. My sleeping beauty was gone. My first love!! My first love was gone when I was sleeping. When I was sleeping and dreaming about her. Did she atleast see me before leaving?? Was she aware of my existence?? My existence and my love for her?? I felt sad. I felt lonely. All alone and with so many unanwsered questions. With so many unanwsered questions and a heavy heart.

I cried. My mother came in. She took me in her arms and fed me. I cried harder. The doctor was called. The doctor came in. He prepared to take my temperature. I wailed. I wailed my broken heart out. Thus ended my first love.

By; Tenzin also a member of nopkin but too lazy to post his own writings…(kidding)…..

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Wel Come NEW YEAR…

31 Dec 2007 Author tchhodentobden

I guess all the people of Thimphu are preparing or couldn't make up mind where they should go for tonite's fun.. especially the Jarim Sarims of the valley of charms.  And the very interesting thing is that Nopkins and Nopkinees will be busy today…i believe if the members would like to meet Nopkin our administrator than it will be better if you all go to Space 34 as its his fav Disaco Thag and i will be there too as he has asked me to be his partner… m worried which dress i sould wear to impress him tonite…. neways i wish all the members of Nopkin a very HAPPY NEW YEAR and i wish all the your dreams and unfinished business to be fullfilled….. so guys enjoy to the fullest..have fun Guys…


31 Dec 2007 Author -Kutobzing

I wish you Health…
So you may enjoy each day in comfort.

I wish you the Love of friends and family…
And Peace within your heart.

I wish you the Beauty of nature…
That you may enjoy the work of God.

I wish you Wisdom to choose priorities…
For those things that really matter in life.

I wish you Generousity so you may share…
All good things that come to you.

I wish you Happiness and Joy…
And Blessings for the New Year.

I wish you the best of everything…
That you so well deserve.


Come 2008…

31 Dec 2007 Author nopkin

It is a cold and chilly evening as I stop a Taxi and hop in. A policeman stands near a roundabout with a talkie set in his hands to monitor the traffic of the rush hour. The Taxi zooms in to a halt at the roundabout as another car speeds away just few inches away from its skin. I can’t say which vehicle is at fault but I hear the policeman shouting few words at the Taxi driver. The driver just nods his head in affirmative but just as we are through the roundabout, I hear the driver grumbling, "Come 2008, he cannot shout at me like that…"

Well, the year 2008 may just be another year for the world but for the Taxi driver and all the Bhutanese, it will be a year which will definitely be recorded in the pages of history. The count down has already begun and it is only days away in the calendar.

For one thing, the last two years have been the black or inauspicious years and the word Lona has almost been engraved in our mind. Come 2008, the black years will be adieued goodbye for good and people will have reasons to venture into new endeavors or resume the ones which have been stalled for the years. Marriage ceremonies will be celebrated in abundance in many households… In short, people will simply have the reasons to embrace the new year with joy.

Another reason for the joyful welcome of the year is for the splendor of the 5th king’s coronation to the golden throne. Yet another dynamic and charismatic king has already been in the making with the peoples’ monarch, the forth king, already having handed over the reign to the crown prince and we already see the latter as the head of state. The country’s historical National Stadium is getting its finest touches to perfection for the celebration and the country’s narrow and curvy roads are being widened and straightened up. And come 2008, we will see the new king formally and ceremoniously crowned to the Golden Throne, heralding yet another golden era in the history of Bhutan.

But quite ironically, the 2008 will also be the year for Bhutan to end the absolute monarchy and enter into a multi-party democratic system which brings along all the hypes of otherwise unknown subjects like democracy, politics, politicians, parties, campaign, election, peoples’ rights and the things like that. Ignore as one might, but the glow of 2008’s grandeur is clearly visible in everyone, everywhere. You go to a bar for a quick sip of beer and you hear people talking politics and the names of the political parties are spelled out at least once or twice. You read a newspaper and the headlines glare at you of the reports of political parties and/or individuals campaigning or having familiarization tours in otherwise unheard of nooks and corners of the country. You walk down the street and you see colorful posters on voting guidelines spread on the walls. You switch on a TV and you see the clips and faces of aspirant politicians and hear their voices over the cranky telephone talks. You go to your village and you note that your illiterate parents know more about politics than the read-and-write lot like us. You concentrate on your work and you get a voter form to fill up. You sit around for a quick chat with a colleague or a friend and the subject of the talk eventually boils down to politics. In other words, everywhere you see people politicking and hear people talking politics… and more politics. And in the midst this aromatic scenario, if turning a blind eye and deaf ear to all the hypes and happenings in and around us is being in the sense of what is called apolitical, it is next to impossible a thing to do.

But whatever is the argument, the year 2008 is coming right into our hands. Matter of fact, given the choice we would have very much loved to be under the same noble system of leadership that kept us glorious over the last entire century. But introducing democracy would have been nobler and with better reasons. It is a sacred and noble gift from our 4th King, the gift purer than gold. But more than that, it is heavier than a mountain. Therefore, every political party as a democratic institution, every politician as a hope for the people and every individual as a citizen should value the noble gift and answer the call of the nation at this juncture and beyond, but in a right way.

With this in mind we all wait, almost with fingers crossed, for the year 2008 to come, hoping that the change will be of more good than bad, hoping that the promises will come true and that the political parties will not just care for the number of voters but also hear the voices of the people, and ultimately hoping to see the greater and glorious Bhutan. Or will 2008 be just another year that will just come and go? There are as many questions in our mind as there are excitements.

As apolitical individuals in the truest sense of the word, we can only wait and see, doing what we are required to do as part of the historic transition our country is going through right now. But one thing is always clear; come 2008 or not, the policeman might still shout at a faulty driver in the roundabouts, for there sure will be law and order in the land and we are definitely not headed into a mess of a system in the name of one’s democratic rights.

Wishing you all Nopkin members “Happy New Year”

31 Dec 2007 Author lion

When year 2008 dawns tomorrow, may the cloudy encounters of  the past disappear and be it a special day to rejoice the triumphs of your fruitful bygone days. May this new year present you a gift of beautiful life that will shine forever. May this new year bring you greater opportunities to do good and to share joy and happiness to your dear ones.

This is my heartiest wish, wishing you all happy new year seasoned with beautiful moments of joy, happiness and fulfillment!


With best wishes,


Marriage in the Prospects of Commitment

31 Dec 2007 Author luzee

“Luzee, I am running away from my husband, tell me what to do next!” my High School Best Friend caught me off-guarded: I was on my way to the east. She married her long-term boyfriend for three years and I was made to think they were ‘happily married’.


I said, “Stupid, go back and laugh over the matter.” Later that evening, she updated, “You were right. We laughed over the matter and now he is cooking dinner for us.” I smiled.


I am no marriage counselor but often I land up as one. When we discovered one of our uncles had an affair for more than three years, my Aunt went insane and unforgivable. By virtue of working in the same office, I was subject to untimely surveillance over her husband. Often, she cried on phone and I would stand at the other end, counseling her as if I knew too much.


Well, it sickens me to think facing any of these dilemmas and situations and it will equally sicken me to imagine myself undergoing any of the matter.


I can be wrong but I feel marriage is the commitment that two hearts vow to cover the rest of the distance together. It is that meaning you finally sought to define your life and it also means you choose that person as your life-time partner.


After a week, I visited the same friend at Paro. She hadn’t unpacked the neatly wrapped rug-sack with which she intended to run away. I asked, “Are you planning more of your poor tactics?” and she said, “Emergency can be any time.” But, she told me something I thought I had to learn.


As High School girls, we sat in the shadow of our class building, dreaming of the kind of ‘adult’ life we would lead. We drew criteria for the kind of men we wanted to marry and have kids with.


“He should be qualified equally, if not more!” I would state. “Yes, and he should be taller,” she would chip in. Our list was ever to be lengthened every afternoon we lunched.


“You know Luzee, all those standards are baseless now,” she told me while crunching the finger chips she roasted. I nodded in confusion. “I mean, what we thought about our men. My husband doesn’t fulfill even one criterion…wait, he does one – He plays guitar! That means he will play guitar for me through out our days.” Her naughty smile surrendered my agreement.


That is the point. When you accept someone despite all the set-backs and short-comings, you accept sensing the person to be of capability to help you lead the rest of your life. You choose that person amongst many and commit to see the best in him/her.


That is why I am never made to quench my search for the reason of betrayal and third person in marriage.


[Note: With this thought, the author wishes everyone a Very Happy New Year 2008 and the same shall decide to take a commercial break for a month, subject to no reason whatsoever!]

Happy New Year

30 Dec 2007 Author kdaza

 Wishing all the nopkin members Peace, Happiness and Health.

Happy New Year 2008 and may the LOKAR bbe blessings to our chronic bachelors..especially uncle Shyam, 5457, …….others

Why are you so happy to get closer to death?

30 Dec 2007 Author Sunyata

Everybody trembles, even the most courageous person, at the mere hearing of Death shatters. But why not we accept death, just as we celebrate when we are getting closer to it with each passing year? Some people, say forget the past, do something for this year, and endless more but do you really stand to realize death, just as you celebrate the New Year right from the very countdown night?  And some people say, forget anything, and lets merry on this occasion, but does forgetting really uproot the fear of death? Or can you forget death just as you shy away some tragic past by merging into the present occasion? For many who can’t even console themselves, at the eternal loss of their parents, beloved ones, so on, it is a further wonder how they will handle their deaths if they keep celebrating their approach to death!

So my New Year gift for all the Nopkins is, please do some researches of your own about the Death. There are plenty of death topics in Christianity, Islam, Hinduism, Buddhism, and the latest reports by the leading scientists. If you are Christian, you can become a better Christian if you know about how to handle death, a better Islamist, a better Hindu, a better Buddhist, and even a better scientist!

Buddhism is a very rich resource for death topics, indeed Buddhists simply live to die a happy death. They don’t celebrate their approaching to death but ready to celebrate their death! Death is like a New Year for them! It wonderful, plz try out. Tibetan of Book of Living and Dying by Sogyal Rinpoche, as you all know popularly, is an enriching source abt death.  Truku Dhondup Rinpoche is another prolific demystifier of death. He has written on several journal and books.

And I wish you all a very Happy Living while preparing for Happy Death from 2008 on!

Borrowed words/language

30 Dec 2007 Author dumbo

Let me narrate an incident whereby I had to use borrowed words and language. I made a field visit to Pema Gatshel. My vocabulary in Tsanglakha was very poor and some locals there did not know Dzongkha well. We communicated using borrowed language and words as there was no choice but to get the message through. How sad I felt to converse with our own citizen in our own country in a foreign language. Now do you want to loose what we have? What we call Bhutanese?

Whereas these days, it is not that situation but lot of Bhutanese are using borrowed words without giving a second thought.  Words frequently borrowed into bhutanese conversation are " Nga bank na goni", nga Shabji bazar joni, nga taxi na joni, nga bus na joni, tika tokchiga? chhoegi seat number gaachi mo? time tsangsonu, nga exercise tsi go bay, me di tshu jimili bay du, Me pura dom goen dey mey, nga che nang pa picnic jogey, nang paa kho gey alo gi birthday eng lo, etc. etc.

If everybody talks like that in this generation, I am afraid, in the next generation; the young kids would never know the equivalent word in Dzongkha. Sorry to mention it but even there are people in this generation who do not know the equivalent common dzongkha words. I am not talking about the newly invented words by DDC. They get surprised to hear some Dzongkha words. We can learn these newly invented words if we take interest and if we are worried about our identity.

On the other hand, we talk so much about preserving culture and spend so much money and time to preserve them not taking care of these simple but yet very important thing. 

I am very saddened to write this article for Bhutanese people are becoming very careless and using borrowed words like anything. I have been noticing group of educated bhutanese converse. They would either talk in English or if they are speaking Dzongkha then you will surely hear some foreign words mixed. It has become like a fashion and status symbol also. If talk in English, you consider yourself elite which I feel very funny.

Therefore, I would request nopkin members and the guest readers to kindly be ambassadors to keep our language intact. Please remind others when they do use foreing language or word. Please request them and you too should take causion not to mix words. If you do not know the equivalent word in Dzongkha, ask the other person or someone who knows. There is definitely the DDC to back you up.

There may be another group of citizen who feel that it is OK to use a foreign language or borrow words. Let us know how you feel about it.  

Mr. Jambay’s Story

30 Dec 2007 Author Tenday

This happened to Mr. Jambay while he was doing some shopping in our neighboring town Jaigon. 

It was during one of the winter breaks (to be little precise, I think it was in the year 2001) and Mr. Jambay went to do some shopping in Jaigon. Suddenly, a man came running to him and said, “You are my sister’s husband, Hem Gurung. Where have you been? I have been looking for you. You have to come quickly with me. If not, my sister will die.” He began to drag Jambay. Jambay tried hard to make the man understand that he was mistaking him. He persuaded that he was not the person that man was looking for. He said his name is not Hem but Jambay from Trashigang, Bhutan. The man did not believe him. In fact, he accused Jambay saying he was trying to fool him and planning to run away from his sister. Despite his hard resistance, the man and his friends dragged Jambay to a nearby place and took him to a house. There, they tied him with robe and left him in the corner of an empty room. Jambay tried with all his efforts to untie the robe but he was not successful.
By then, the night fell and it was completely dark outside. He could only hear some murmuring sound and periodic praying by Muslim people. He stood in a corner of the room for few hours reckoning what to do next.  Suddenly, he remembered a story of a frog trying to jump out of a deep well. He kept on trying to untie the rope and alas! he could break himself free. He slowly opened a window and jumped out of it. Bang! He fell on the hard ground.  He opened his eyes and he found himself on the floor of his bed room. Actually, he fell from his bed and that incident happened in his dream!!!
Courtesy: Mr. Jambay, presently working in MoA.

HAPPY 2008…..

29 Dec 2007 Author jim99son


Itz me here……

       with big hug to say…

                 may all ur dreams……

come true this YEAR……..

          HAPPY 2008 to you ALL……..

sardaji’s name

28 Dec 2007 Author dragger

wat do u call a punjabi with one hair?????

ans:Ek bal singh

booking a hotel

28 Dec 2007 Author dumbo

UGainOneMore (UGOM) i.e. Ugen Wangmo went to a hotel in Samoa

UGOM: Can I book a room?

Manager: Yes sure. We have rooms overlooking the sea

UGOM: I like a room overlooking the sea but I promise, I won't look at the sea; I like TV in my room but I promise, I won't watch it, I like geyser in my bathroom, but I promise, I won't use it, what is the price reduction then?

Special wishes to all the Nopkin members…!!!

28 Dec 2007 Author TiTiMo

Wish you A Very Happy New Year 2008. May you and your
loved ones have good health, luck, love, peace,
prosperity and greater joys in 2008 and beyond.

Let peace prevail on Earth!


But at the moment the weather is warm and humid, especially during morning and evening in Thimphu. So, please go and relax near ‘bhu-kha-ri’ with fried Ara and Azay.

Best Regards,


Are we Really Guilty!!!!!!!!!!!!

28 Dec 2007 Author tchhodentobden

Naked did we come to this world, so shall we return. Greed seeps into the very brain of individuals and wheels the whole mechanism of their existence. What use is there for You and I shall die.

Ashes to ashes, the fire gulfed the little hut. The whole Thimphu valley must have been busy enjoying the beauty of life when those two children, who were gnawed by the blaze, must have fought for their survival.

'You and I' are the privileged Bhutanese citizens for we get access not only to the basic necessities of life but also the comforts and luxuries but they were not only deprived but also socially disabled. They were the children of menial labourers who are the most deprived class in the Bhutanese society.

But we are caught up in the web of worldly greed. The inner void within us empty our soul no matter how much we have. The need to pile wealth like monsoon grass fills our soul. And we tend to forget the human in us.

We warm ourselves with electric heater in winter and cool with fan in summer besides the necessary electricity usage but those were the children who became the victim of our greed. Their parent's couldn't pay the electricity bill and the children paid the price of their parent's poverty.

The world today is entangled in physical and intellectual rule over the other. People wrestle over the subjugation of the other, widening the bridge between human beings than ever. But these two children died hugging each other. Was it god's message of love to fill the void of the contemporary world?

The incident happened around 8:30 pm, when the whole Thimphu town was totally awake. The urban reality is projected at its height as the city moved on peacefully when these two 'god's own creation' died of suffocation. Where went the neighbor's? Did they also go to work like the parent's of the victims? Where went the human in us?

We are all guilty for we breathe the fresh death aroma of these two children? Can anything on earth bring back these two children? NO but let's all join in prayer for the soul of them to rest in peace.

In thought, word and deed, let's all make a sincere wish for the almighty above to save more children who are caught in this web of poverty.

The “Mobile Life” we are accustomed to.

28 Dec 2007 Author luzee

Last evening, I was to realize how much we have become dependent on this gadget called ‘Mobile phone’ and I certainly miss the life that was few years back. Remember, life was just the normal flow and no tassel in communication then as it is now!


A friend of a friend was to collect a parcel from me. He called me around 5:30pm stating he would come in a while. Even at 6:20pm, he showed no sign and assuming he was busy, I took a head-bath. Just as I was gobbling the last morsel of food, my phone rang. With the mouthful, I ran out, clutching the parcel.


“A blue hilux,” was the object of recognition. No, we hadn’t met before.


Five minutes at the meeting point and I saw no man seeming to wait for someone. Suddenly, a hilux passed by. I waved and stopped the driver. He gestured me to come to the ‘other side’. I walked by and asked, “Are you Aue Tshewang?” [At least I knew his name!]. “No, I am not,” said the man. He was in fact an old friend of mine.


In the chill breeze of this season and the wind paving ways through my wet hair, I kept my eyes open. Another hilux came. I stopped that too. “Are you Aue Tshewang?” I asked politely. “No,” was the sudden response. I murmured, “Better not be” and stomped off.


I left my mobile phone at home hoping to catch that friend. Had I had it, I could have simply made a call and asked where he was. You know, simply a call! Everything is just a call away these days, I sighed sadly to myself.


I thought I would drop by the near-by restaurant wherein I know almost all the crew. Looking at myself, the thought was unwise. Still in my track and big jacket, my hair uncombed, I looked like a woken zombie. I said, “I dare not scare those poor people.” The wetness of my hair only worsened the situation. I could sense my blood freezing within.


I almost asked the parking fee collector if he could lend me his mobile for a unit. But then, the thought that the poor guy has to freeze in the cold and earn a living made me feel gulity.


Fighting the cold, I put my hand into the side pocket and bingo – there was ten rupees my niece had given for safe-keeping that afternoon. Lucky me, I repeatedly told myself for finding that ten rupees and walked towards the nearest phone booth.


Just then, an innocent looking man approached me. I smiled, “Are you Aue Tshewang?” He shyly said, “Yes.” Thank Gracious! “I am sorry but I have been waiting there at the parking lot,” and I could see he had been waiting at the end of the parking.


When I walked back home after handing over the parcel, I remembered what my College boyfriend used to say, “Mauhh…h, I love this mobile-phone which keeps me connected to my girl” and he would kiss his cell-phone. Right, back in College, our rules didn’t allow any communication between opposite sexes and cell phones were the only liberty we had access to.


And the dependency is to continue hence.

A simple new year wish to all the Nopkin members

28 Dec 2007 Author Tenday
The New Year is around the corner
Bringing up beautiful dreams
Unfurling fresh hopes
We just wonder what the coming year holds!

My wish to you all (Nopkin members) is simple

May you all be happy
Your dreams fulfilled, Life well lived
And love achieved
Be with the people you love
Enjoy the day
Spread love and kindness
To make it even more special on that day
Wish you each and every one a very happy new year!

Meat consumption

28 Dec 2007 Author dumbo

We humans are so selfish, greedy and unkind. We are proud and claim to be able to think but in real sense, we are more than devils.  You know why? We humans fear to die. How much sick we are, how old we are, whether we have a chronic disease or not, whether we are carrying HIV/AIDS virus or not, we do not want to die but want to live and let only live. I heard that some people even say that scientists are very great, intelligent and helpful. They have discovered everything to building work stations in the moon but why can't they make human live for ever?

What an irony? Humans can think of all these for themselves but what about the poor animals who cannot think, who cannot talk, who cannot argue? Animals- who are very healthy, strong and clean looking are killed for human comsumption. When on the one side, we fear of dying, why should those healthy animals die when they are not old, not sick, have not done any harm to you? Where are we applying our thoughts? It is all because we humans want to eat animals. How about making a new year resolution that you will give up eating meat gradually (I said gradually). First you eat only meat of animals that are not killed (those who died from a fall).

Then gradually, give up totally.

New year resolution

28 Dec 2007 Author dumbo

Dear all, it is time to now to start looking back at the Year 2007. See what have you achieved? What went wrong? What could have been done better.

Did you meet your last year's resolutions? Make new resolutions taking into a/c the experiences of past years. For instance, you can think of giving up drinking alkohol, smoking, eating doma and eating meat. You can say now you want to be punctual, generous and polite to beggers and your subordinates, you will be less arrogant, you will be more patient, you will eat less or more, you will do more exercise, you will try not to be egostic and so on……….

Finally, I wish all nopkin members and guests "A very happy new year"

Democracy and its drawbacks

28 Dec 2007 Author dumbo

In democracy, there is always the fear of loosing your life. I am very sad to hear the news of the assasination of Ms. Benizer Bhoto. If people cannot win and think they cannot win by fair and proper means then they take to that last resort. I hope it does not happen in Bhutan here. Since we are just starting, we should take caution and hope the mean persons who do get by fair means don't think of resorting to such brutal actions. I keep my fingers crossed as already we can see some mudslinginggs in Bhutan. Let the local dieties protect such actions in the future of Bhutan. Like many nations codemn the brutal killing of Ms. Bhuto, let us nopkin members pray for her soul to rest in peace and attain nirvana.