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I wish to say adieu

15 Dec 2013 Author Kezwaa

I know I have something to say,
From my broken heart;
Though I am not romantic poet,
Who gives tears to the reader’s eyes?
Who feel pity to my poem?
The one who know my pain will laugh
A person who doesn’t have pain will never cry;
I know I cannot resist this pain;
After you have broken into pieces.
I know I am luckiest person to have this pain;
When my heart was in exceeding peace.
That you have already broken.
I don’t want to see you coming back
With your heart full of lie;
Now I don’t have any space left;
To keep you warm under broken apart;
When everything is left deserted;
I am only the one who endure with full of tears.
Under the rhythm of broken ache.
I am not happy with what you have given me;
Idol makes what I am;
I have no sleep no food nor drink.
From the day you have broken my heart.
I thank you for being teacher of my broken love;
Ye taught me how to taste the broken pain.
Now, my heart was broken beyond repair.
Reconcile is what I cannot now;
Why so many tears fall,
Why my heart bleed more.
Why my voice choked after you went away.
You can kill me at once;
Rather than keeping me in broken pain;
I am already killed by your desolate pain.
I don’t know what else is love?
Why love was born in other face.
I can’t blame god or you;
Why this happen to us between.
Faith alone can say.
Love begins after everything is broken.

Karma in a new Secondary School

23 Oct 2013 Author kazee

TEACHER: There will be an elementary science test next week. Contrary to his nature, Karma reads his book from cover to cover like no man’s business. On test day, teacher lines up about 5 birds, covering each with a piece of cloth so only their legs is visible.

QUESTION: Looking at the leg of a bird write down its common name, species, family, zoological name, habitat etc. After about 20 minutes of frustration and not writing down anything, Karma storms to the teacher’s desk and slams his blank sheet in front of the teacher.

KARMA: Sir, this test makes no sense! I am going home!

TEACHER: What a rude boy! Come back here. What is your name? Karma raises his Gho little up and points to his leg “Oya, you too, look at my leg and tell me my name, my family, my house address, what tribe I come from….

Teacher Fainted!

All my friends are babies!

14 Oct 2013 Author nopkin

I am on Facebook and suddenly a chatbox pops up “Hi Sangay”. I respond and we exchange pleasantries and I feel glad that she is doing good. We chat for some time, updating each other what we have been up to during these “so many years” since we last came across each other…

But the queer thing is, I am not sure who she is exactly because she shares the same name to another friend on my list. On her profile picture, all I can see is a cute little baby picture, a boy I think. When I click on her profile, I am greeted by the same baby, but bigger. On the cover photo, he looks cuter!

“You cute little thing, who is your mommy?”

I wouldn’t simply ask her who exactly she is because that would sound odd. So I do a bit of exploring on her profile page… clicking here and there trying to find one photo of her. I can click on her “About” page and make out who she is, but the first tempting thing is obviously to click on her “Photos” and instantly see the face.

But lo! there is not a single photo of her. All I see is the photos of her baby in different positions and angles, of different occasions and in different expressions, and believe me not a single photo of her!

Well, my dear Friends, if your profile looks same it tells a lot of things; that you are a loving parent and love your children very much; that your world simply revolves around them; that you exist simply for them… which is much appreciated and that’s how every parent should be.

But that wouldn’t mean that you have completely vanished and all you are now is what your baby is. So come on friends, put “your” photo on the profile picture at least. That is your identity!

All my friends are babies!

All my friends are babies!


My Absence

14 Oct 2013 Author bella

I haven’t been much into the of late due to several reasons. I know people can make up lots of excuse but I am not making up excuses for my being passive in this website. Of many reasons that kept me away from nopkin, one is obviously my shrinking memory (lol). I had forgotten my password and I tried to get the new password using my mail ID which took me sometime for I had to try all the mail IDs that I have.

It took me several times and I was thinking of contacting our webmaster but nevertheless I thought I would give a last try punching all the passwords that I could probably imagine and BINGO! I was in.

Now I am planning to write all the passwords in a note book and keep it safe…. Hope I don’t forget the whereabouts of the notebook…hehe

The Falling

09 Oct 2013 Author loo2

As the breeze came wafting through spring turfs;
Blended with the melancholy melodies added by birds
Thoughts are clung there in green bower
Whole scenario drafted like the waves of the ocean.

As I walk slowly down with mellow spring sun
Lushly germination promises a utopian summer
But the journey seems hard with myriad audacity
Like a blooming bud wilts by blazing early summer sun.

As I come with many hopes and aspirations
They are just like a stray beacon at distant
Where I can see and sense but only at night
Solitude, caged, grim and only purpose like a beacon at distant.

As I sail through the vast clam ocean during full moon
I am struck at the same as I was before
The tide is high; the moon is full and gigantic
Sinking slowly like a Titanic did, scattering the hopes…

As I walk by the shore, I see myself
Frozen facial muscles, sad expression I can see
Wonder how the shore could read me, because
Ripples are paved with grief, I cause.

As I sit quietly with horde at the corner of class
I see the mates’ face light with glee, blended with joy and laugh
Uncomfortable around me may born if I live the way I lived
Why should I do that, my life is not theirs’, coz’ nothing can take away my pain.

As I walk…

08 Oct 2013 Author loo2

“Life is the thread of experiences that we bind as we sit through the looms of diverse routines. Day-to-day struggles and triumphs are the twist of life experienced by all of the world’s creatures, whether or not they like. As human beings, able and sensible, we are licensed to choose and react to these challenges. Every decision that we make give way to a different nets of road. As expected, we will never come to exactly the same crossroads. Every decision that we take is weighed down with significance. Even the tiniest choice we make would make a world of difference, as more resolute the better”.

Some broken hearts never wake, where some silent minds never cheer. For last two and half decades, it has been very hard for me to choose any life-affirming path because every path kept preying on my mind. I tried my hardest to swallow a bitterness of my life and tried to fight back my tears to force to a smile.  And I had been walking forward looking back since from a day I knew, how to save the memories but still the pain nailed deep in my heart refuse to ease off. I had been always hoping, keeping my finger crossed that one day there will be a footing for the better or normal life. But the past is so excruciating that I could not put on a brave face rather had the life to go on. Fears drain away whenever I thought of taking new turn for better life. It’s going to be another nail in my coffin as it keeps pricking my mind. For how long I have to go on through this thick and thin with the mere destination, will I reach there? As my hopes, determinations and willingness are retiring to grow fainter.

As any young man or child did for the urge to succeed in life, I jog my fading memory and thinking about the future is strange, it dragoons me into thinking hard about the give of life at this moment. Yet I am young and I have a dream. But I remained silent; my dream is not cocooned from dreaming, it’s in my earshot and at heart. Fear gripped me, making any dream and hope retreat into its shell, and knots in the throat like cannon ball in the pit of my tummy, ready to propel and leaving no trace of life that was once burning looked forward to. My strength to brave life or utopian future seems to seep away with each breath I draw in.

Life isn’t as simple as I thought and as beautiful as I wished rather it is very hard for the common person like me. I know that some are even worse than me, sorry for them but I know the pain as I have walked through the path they walked and for those who have better life, may they always live happily ever after. The every breath I take and every heartbeat I feel is swallowed up by the fears which are said to be the supply of sorrows, thinking that my day of the life may collapse. How hard I try to pave the ways for the better life, they are only meant to go to the wall at the end of the day.

Each day I live, pain consumes me and rubs salt into the wound, and, to crown it all, makes me fall down and sink into the depression. I try to prove my stand; still I am drowned in the ocean of deep sorrow as I see the life is just a receptacle of everything – seeds of our own makings. I walk, but there is no path. I live, but I am not among the living. As I sail through the vast unseen life with holes in the bottom of my heart, I am struck. My life is making a failing exhibition of myself before others very eyes; I cry out in pained petition, but to no avail- no one waits for me. I try to pin my hopes on erasing pain, but the effort looks to fall, train of heavy thoughts race through my mind and eat me away every moment. I see death is only the way though it’s not the way to sort out since no one could ever understand why I want it sooner than someone planned, the thing is I only want to end it today, actually it’s not something I want for me but to be a better man from tomorrow.

Who am I?

04 Oct 2013 Author cholden

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

When you don’t know who you are there are chances that the consequences will teach, who really you are. You will not remember how you have lived your past. You will not enjoy how you are going with present. And you will not see the future.

It is hard to die young. It is bad to make mistakes. It is burden to know the truth of how miserable will be if you don’t know the truth about your life. Under the influence of not knowing the best in you by the power of negligence and society, aroma of young will not continue far till the end.

Decision is very important in your life. If you want to drive your own life better be yourself a good driver. It is better to decide now of your own and live a life worth living. Decide to whom you want to spend rest of your life. There are many boys and girls without parents and brought up under the care and guidance of uncle and aunt. And there are millions who are lucky enough to live with dear parents. The day will come for everyone to live and lead life of your own. And the best motivation is to get marry.

Marry the choice of your heart. Burry and blend the suggestions and feedbacks with your love from your parents or someone whom you are dependent to. It is indeed curse for few to let burry their true inner essence of love in the fear of seem rejection that you are offering if you don’t go with their choice.

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 to see how her left out kids grow to face the challenging world. Only option left was to live with her aunt, the elder sister of her gone mom.

After class twelve she didn’t continue her study. She chose to work. She was employed in an organization. Almost everything was done to her by aunt and uncle. Her younger sisters and brothers were too looked after by them.

The biggest day came for her when she was asked by her aunt 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 will be good throughout her life. Her life was decided by her aunt.

But her notion proved wrong after few months of her into marriage life. The real characters 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 no matter what others might say you to do, ultimately you are breathing independently.

In Your Name

04 Sep 2013 Author yeesi7

Your name is the reminder
I want to forget for life
It’s your name, that’s my enemy:

Your name fetches me love
Your name warms my heart
Your name gives me joy
Your name fills me with laughter
Your name completes me

No matter the pleasant life
I can never forgive myself
For I have lost the man I loved
And the wounds won’t go away
Until your name is off my chest

You are becoming the reason
I want to forget my worthiness
The fact that you are not mine
Is in the name I remember

Of a man I dearly loved
That I cannot love like this again
It’s in a blink of your name
I breathe my love for you

It’s in your name, that’s my enemy

He came, and he left

04 Sep 2013 Author kuenza

I was hurt beyond words. I was sinking in sorrow. My only solace was to pour my emotions on my Facebook profile through updating the status. I was least bothered that some people, especially my colleagues who are senior to me will find it queer. When you are drunk on emotions of love, you care less of everything else. People have judged me to be a very strong girl. I didn’t really want to portray myself that way, but I felt good about it anyway. It made me think that they respected me as a girl who wouldn’t easily fall victim to any man who made easy promises. But I did. And that is the tragedy of my life. In fact the way people saw me (as a strong girl) made it more difficult for me to deal with it.

I have known him all my life; and we have been friends all our life, until a sudden change crept in. That, I thought was the game of the destiny. Secretly, I have loved him, my best friend. My parents knew him. And worse still, our parents knew each other – and they in fact wished that we would marry. I have heard our mothers secretly talk about it. They even planned on arranging our marriage, if we didn’t fall for each other and get married. All this was only till I and his mother found out that he was already seeing someone else. This girl he was seeing was from a different village, someone his mother couldn’t trust. It made it all the worse, when the girl claimed to be pregnant and he hastily married her, only to learn much later that she wasn’t pregnant at all. Anyway, they remained married. Though he was my first love, and also the love of my life, I prayed well for them. And I decided to move on, amidst much heartaches and tears.

As hard as I tried, I felt like I was dying. This hurt that I felt, something like the lump of hurt that stayed locked in my heart was nothing like any hurt I knew. I cried day and night. My eyes were swollen. I went to office with puffy eyes, my hair uncombed. More than the tears I shed, I was writhing in pain. When I went through all this pain, I had not even a best friend I could share it to, because, all along, I was the strong, respected girl who would never fall victim to such emotions. I must admit that I regretted ever having said anything at all to girls who had cried getting heartbroken over love, or boys who had drunk over unrequited love. Now I knew what it was like to fall in love, get hurt and feel that you have never deserved a true love.

In the midst of all this drama, I met a man, who I thought was god-sent. I thanked God that he had heard me and had sent me someone to take me out of it. But this was only short lived. How I met him is bit bizarre, not because I was drunk. I am not the type who drinks to get over pain. But surely I was drunk over hundreds of emotions that I was feeling for the first time. I had no experience of any of this. This new man in the scene read my thoughts, told me exactly how I felt, and took me in his arms. Oh it did feel good to have someone who knew exactly what I wanted, and made me feel loved. And me the strong girl was already half way through to marriage before I realized that it had all come in a bit of a rush. And he disappeared. He disappeared and I didn’t hear from him again. When I came to my senses, I even wondered if I he had even told me his real name. At this time, at the turn of the events, I must feel utterly deceived. I must feel more drowned in sorrow than I initially was, but I tell you, I am more matured now. He must have seen me as an easy victim to play his tricks on, but I emerge stronger. He has left, yes, but I haven’t forgotten his face. And this is not the end of the world. I do not mean to take revenge, but surely, just as he came walking in my life out of nowhere, he will get a lesson much the same way. That is when, I will probably smile that he chose to walk away before I got entangled in attachment, before I had made a higher commitment.


20 Aug 2013 Author Kezwaa

Lying lonely under the shade of a lonely tree
Thinking over the past memory of forlorn days
When the evening shadow gather,
And I seek the lonely shore,
Where ‘oft we walk together
In those happy days of yore.
I seem to hear your words again
In the wave that softly break,
And in a sweet, sad tone she say,
ye, come for memory sake.
But now the leaves are dead and gone,
And all the trees are bare,
Still the place seems darer to my heart
It seems my sadness to share
To memory, dear is every place;
Where e’er your feet have trod,
The heart you crushed will never keep
Your image will remain in my heart;
Gone are thy smile for me, I know,
Thy words ne’er forget
I gave to thee my heart’s first love,
And it is with thee yet.
Thy smiles are for another now,
Thou words are for your deaf ear
And memory is the only friend,
That lives my heart to cheer.
So farewell to this gentle autumn breeze,
That fans this lingering spark,
Of pleasure that fond memory waves
In the heart of this poet.

The Night Vigil

20 Aug 2013 Author Kezwaa

The sun tilted toward the western horizon and cattle are returning to their sheds. It is becoming dark. A dusky blanket of birds fly away and cricket whistle from their secretive nesting site. The farmers are retiring after hardest toil in their fields. The brooks are gurgling over pebbles. There is an evening song bird like brain-fever echoed far across the distant forest. It is dark in Shilling.

Shilling is a tiny village, six and half hours walk and two and half hours drive from Yadi loops. It is located in the gentle slope overlooking the village of Balam and Jadung. Its house appears sprinkled with nine household and population of 33 peoples.

Seventy six years old Ap, Chhoten Tshering and his son Norbu Wangdi, 27, are assembling their cattle in the shed and tying the cattle in corner of the field. His house is made up by bamboo mats with plastic roof. Ap Chhoten’s wife died two years back in tragic landslide when she was fetching firewood from the grove. So there only three of them.

One of his brother goes to school in one of a remotest schools. “Soon it’ll get dark and we have to be there in the fields before the wild animals,” says Norbu Wangdi after drinking two cups of Ara. He never drinks Ara but this time the hardest toil made him drink to ease the backache. Before he leaves he called a neighbour to look for the missing cows.

Last whole night, Norbu Wangdi guarded the fields with bow and arrow. Each and every corner of the field was checked but wild boar had destroyed a portion of the maize in another side. Many fields in Shilling are kept fallow, because farmers have to give up fighting off wild animals. Ap Chhoten has been fed up guarding the fields. A few like Ap Chhoten have preserved grains in tiny wooden box and they wondered how they would survive till the new reap.

Norbu Wangdi is not like other men who keep silent. He own a power chain and gives for hiring to others. He earns some cash. Often times, Ap Chhoten has to seek help from neighbours to guard the field when Norbu goes to other place. Sometime Norbu guards his field empty stomach as there is not much to eat.

The next day Norbu was called for the Geog meeting so Ap Chhoten has to guard the field. It was becoming dark and Norbu had not come back from meeting. That night was terrible for Ap Chhoten. There was heavy rain and thick blankets of cloud cover the night. Then he peeped from top of the guard house and he saw something he thought was a tiger approaching the cattle shed. He tried to pull the tin which is hung over the branches of a tall tree to keep away the animals entering the field. Suddenly he saw a group of wild dog entering the cow shed. He sought help from some neighbours but did not listen to him as they didn’t have cattle.

The next day Ap Chhoten saw his cow was killed by a group of wild dogs. He becomes helpless and wonders how he will give reply to son when he comes back. He reports to the agriculture extension officer. Ap Chhoten takes the officer around his cowshed. One of his cows was killed near the field. Nagan was only his cow who gives more milk. Fortunately her calf had escaped unhurt.

The next day, Ap Chhoten’s son Norbu Wangdi returns after two days of meeting. Before he steps into the door he saw father crying. “Everything is over”, he weep looking through the window. Inside a hut supported by four thin tree branches and overlooking the entire maize field – are three thin planks, a thin old carpet, and some torn cloths to use as blankets and pillow.

Norbu went to guard the maize field again. The sound of crickets, beetles and other insects seems like a mani opera under the cold starry night. It’s 11:00 pm. Norbu wanted to make a fire but could not because the firewoods were wet. Then he started shouting to drive away the wild animals entering. The moon was too bright and could see everything. Norbu scans the fields every hour with bow and arrow.

The he gets up at 5:00 am. And get to work, milking cows, fetching fodder, and working in the garden. That morning time has already stuck to 7:00 am in the morning. Father was very worried about his son not coming on time. “Norbu, come and have breakfast,” father yelled peeping through the window. “I have boiled potatoes for both of us.” Potatoes are only main food for them. Some time they preserve a kg of red rice to give to visitors like gup and mangmey whenever they visit their house regarding wild animals’ issues.

The very next day his father becomes seriously ill and could not guard the field. Norbu has to look after his sick father. His father becomes worse day by day. He did not know what else to do with his father either to take him to hospital or to guard the field. Norbu seeks help from a neighbour to guard his field. Samten is the only good friend of Norbu who is really willing to help. He agreed to guard his field for few days only though. That night they guard the field together. Someone above them guarding a different field joins in. They shout into the field together to scare the animals. Then they sing songs and tell different stories to each other to keep away from sleeping. Although shouting was not enough, Samten, yanks at a long set of ropes tied to a bunch of tins on pole at the edge of the maize field. Although far, the noise could reach all the corners of the field. Samten says that, even when farmers set up traps, boars still come and snacks on their crops. Taps are useless, Kezang, added.

In between screaming and tugging at ropes, Samten thought his field might have lost to the wild animals. Then he try to petrol his filed at the same time together. There were many family members to share the work load. Of his two brothers Norbu wangdi is only one left at home to help his father. Ap, Chhoten Tshering is a well know man in olden days. He served as Army officer for more than forty years. He was settled in village after he was retired.

Ap Chhoten recovered from ill after long days of self treatment. It’s 2:30 am in the morning. Samten takes Norbu Wangdi around the field. They shout again together. The air has got chillier; they go back to their hut. “We have to keep pulling the rope whenever we’re awake,” And so he did, feeling glad to his friend Samten for helping in such needy situation. The next morning at 5:30 am. Samten went back to his home. Norbu Wangdi stays back continue his guarding routine. The field was untouched. But Norbu knew better. The boars, must be lingering near by the forest. They will be back by any time in the night.


20 Aug 2013 Author loo2

It is neither time that changes man, nor knowledge, the only thing that can change someone’s mind is ‘LOVE’. And the most important things are the hardest things to say, these are the things we get ashamed of, because words diminish them. The mind has thousand eye and the heart but one, yet the light of a whole life dies when love is done. It’s paradoxical to see a person falling in someone at the very first sight, becoming infatuated, and feels ‘love is blind’.

I remember when my heart was clear and free, where I didn’t believe in life after love and knew love is one big figment of imagination for mankind, I have tried to forget but there is something strange left in my head.

The day was beautiful, sky creamed with cumulus clouds and birds added the melodies of spring. As I walk to and fro in room, a small world of three guys. I am completely lost how the feeling came over me and the sweetest attraction that made my heart has ever seen.

It was some years back in high school, one fine day how I encountered a damsel with an enchanting face of sky colored eyes and rose-red lips that really enthralled me with the rose in my hand, and at the very first sight, I fell in love. Being in love with a girl was without a doubt the strangest thing I’d ever been through. Not only was she a girl that I’d never thought of before even though we’d never met but there was something that made my feelings for her unfolded.

The girl is known with her academic performance, always topped the class and she was my classmate too. I never had guts to face and talk with her, and sometimes when our eyes accidentally met, I blushed and then pretended it never happened and it was not going to happen again.

‘Oh, is there a magic in your smile that takes me under’, I thought.

Once I screwed up all my courage and confident to propose to her and said ‘Pema, I love you with all my heart’.

She refused my offer out of hand and broke my heart into painful pieces. Her silence was the answer for the rest of the day. I tried to change my expression, but my facial muscles were frozen. I wanted to keep looking at her and never wanted to take eyes from her, but still had to lower it. Something stirred deep in my gut, shapeless thing that was going to fly into throat and make me forlorn and cry.

And it is 7:30pm, time for dinner, as I walk toward the dining hall like the waft breeze in thicken climes and starry evening with roommates. Everything about her hair, eyes, voice, smile and personality is utterly captivating to me, and I feel like drowning in the sea of my emotion.

The excruciating and hardest thing for my eyes to believe it or not was when the person I love was with someone else. It crashed my world, scattered the dreams of castles in air and chaotic destiny I would never have thought of.

Falling in love is the highest degree of excitement but to feel the taste of love is the other side of the coin. In all my life, never had I melted to that plight.


In the name of god, I shed tears to thee

Don’t deny me and if you are hushed

I shall bury down to the pit like rest

I stand there in petition

To seek is to love you

And love you but forever

Like any young men ever did

No matter, how many times I have hardened myself

But still you melt me with thy smile

No matter, how long it hurts

But I feel ‘I love you still’

As the days dragged towards the month and then to year, everyone was preparing for exam, the final dance of the year and still I had one last wish, to greet her for the exam and then ask for my proposal’s reply. Instead she denied and said ‘forget it, past is pass and let’s be good friends forever’.

Still in these days I have never understood her, she spurned my devotion with one hand and with the other she offered friendship.

Across odyssey of heart

I wrote no thoughts are far

But the love came by

And I entered every where

 And came at nowhere………..

Though I refused to end in this way yet I am happy and I feel content, one happiest day is almost miracle.

The philosophical Random Debate on Life!

31 Jul 2013 Author cholden

A child will be born. He will be born out of duty or love. He’ll be born to diverse background with same trait of not to become a liar. Every child is not born a liar. The moment he is kick out from the womb, he is thrown into the world of partiality, hardhearted, hatred, bully …, Only few are thrown into the world of sympathy, adore, concern and empathy. The entire babies have the same mind, the mind that possesses courage, fear and mercy. Mind it! You are born for the purpose.

The moment he is born, he cries. He shed tears. He shed the tears of joyous, Joyous to see the world through the lens of divine dynasty of his times. And now he is a baby. He is a baby that will cry for another baby’s cry. He will show distinct preferences to adult who help rather than hinder others. He’ll offer unsolicited help to the adult who struggle to reach something.

Yet times will teach him to change accordingly. Times are good and times are bad. In the aroma of romance there is always the setback and prompt that has to be considered and move on though. The times of bad surrounding drive him to the hell as ever he may expect in his life time. The realm of hatred, denial, rejection, and the entire bad fortune will teach him to be the most terror person in the world. And that’s why you will see people giving life for vengeance. When he is driven into the society of compassion and sympathy he will be adorn with respect and prestige. This is where he will see the real human in him. And if possible he will change world for all times to come.

He has characters. The character to love and to see the world revolving for the cause, yet he won’t feel the revolution. By the time he will be into the real consciousness of what is within him, to be human, he will be too late. The repentances will not help to heal the past. His present and past will show not even a single hint for his future. And thus it is of utmost importance that he lives in the world of consciousness of present, past and the future.

This is my simple thought, the thought of how to be a good human at least to self and at the max to the world. I know not nothing except the jovial to enjoy as speaking lord, the luxury of possessing thinking power and the necessity of being good. I will use my privilege to request all human on earth to change world not for at your times only but for all times to come.

Low out-put short term trainings

31 Jul 2013 Author lotusflower

Bhutan is a donor assisting country except for spending on current expenditures and a few capital expenditures which are met from the nationally generated revenues in the form of taxes, fees, fines and penalties from the people of Bhutan. On other hand, majority of the capital developments and a few current expenditures were assisted by the donor agencies in the form of grants and loans on subsidized interest-rate. And this grants & aids, loans on subsidized interest-rate were availed and received in the fortune and name of all the people of Bhutan.

Almost 40 to 50% of the grants/aids of every project are using for Human Capacity Development of civil servants in ex-country as capital investments either long-term or short-term. The expenditures required to be met for such ex-country short-term trainings are; 1) Airfare which the fund partially remained within country; 2) Tuition fees which goes directly to the Institutes where one gets trained; 3)Daily Subsistence Allowances (DSA) for who attend the training partially remained in country; and 4) Other incidental expenses associated therewith.

A year or before, full DSA was entertained for 30 days and now, full DSA for training availed only up to 15 days. Along with, enforced halt of 2 days with full DSA is entertaining. While the enforced halt for 2 days was felt by the people as it is mandatory and compulsory, the period of training gets adjusted up-to the number of days of full DSA being paid (15 days).

It is noticing that, most of the trainings availed were mostly by the same person with no rationality of trainings required; some availed similar trainings again and again after maintaining the gap of six months period which brought no difference in Knowledge and output; Some attends the training of for example certificate level after graduating the Diploma or Degree on same subject; some availed training just for the sake of working for that project, etc.

It is expected that by 2020, all the donors for Bhutan will be withdrawn; what would be the pace of development of our country, Bhutan thereafter-in time of our children-future?

In my opinion, it could be wise and intelligent to utilize the grants for better and positive development of the country in the form of infrastructures when the donor countries graciously think of one people, one world rather than wasting the grant-money unnecessarily on unproductive activities like wasteful trainings for our future children who are offshoots of our own flesh and blood.

PDP has promised 20% house rent allowance for civil servants

16 Jul 2013 Author lotusflower

Congratulation People Democratic Party for winning the second Parliamentary Elections of 2013 with 32 seats from 47 constituencies. It was heartening to watched and listen to televisions and radio regarding the 20% house rent as well as salary allowances for the civil servants during the recently completed election campaign. On this regards, as a citizen of Bhutan who had exercised the franchise to vote (either to PDP or DPT) as to elect the better government and the wise opposition, I have few suggestions to be made, and I wish, my voice would be heard and will use during the parliamentary discussions on this matter.

Although the prices of goods and services and the other costs in economy should be balanced in accordance with purchasing power of the people, it has already been the costs of basic needs-house rent, food and clothing, etc. has been higher than what the consumer could afford.

Therefore, I earnestly suggest to put the measures in place as to control the inflation on house rents, food and clothing, etc. which will come with those allowances as I have experienced that increased in salary by uniform percentage on basic pay in past years resulted into total inflation of costs was doubled the amount of salary allowances for middle income people; tripled for lower income people and no affects for the high income people or may be surplus by few hundreds.

All above points are for those who will be eligible for house rent allowances and salary allowances.There are other pockets of people who equally worked for the Nation like- NGOs, Private employees, corporate employees, volunteers. When even those section of people who will be admissible for allowances are difficult to balanced with escalating prices may be due to repercussion of salary and house rent allowances, what could be the situation of people working in NGOs, Private sectors, Corporate employees especially who falls under middle and lower income group.

At last, I would like to request parliamentarians to consider above few points among many others while discussing for house rent and salary allowances for civil servants.

Tashi Delek La.

We are Written Later

21 Jun 2013 Author kuenza

I am married. He is married too. And he believes, we met a little too late, despite his tremendous effort. He and I came to know each other online somewhere in 2001. We never chatted continuously to build a friendship that would actually make us want to meet. The sporadic correspondence went on, till we met in 2008. He remembers that we first met in an open online chat – which was famous then in bringing together Bhutanese in different corners of the world. I don’t remember any of it very clearly, as I am a person who forgets things fast. Then we went on to chat on MSN. The fact that we actually went on to share our email addresses tells me that we must have been able to build quite a rapport on the first meeting itself – despite it being online.

Then our correspondence died altogether, until we met online again in 2005. I had matured so much by then, compared to what I was in 2001. I was in a steady, committed relationship and I had decided that I was going to marry. And marry, I did. This friend and my correspondence had died again. I don’t even remember why it always happened like that, and yet, we kept meeting online, again and again. Then, I met him again in 2008 and this time, he asked me to meet him. For the sake of curiosity and for the sake of so many years that I had known him online, I agreed. And since then, the friendship prospered (I am using this word deliberately). But when I met him, the impression I got was that, he is a person who is totally different from the marriageable kind (by this, I mean he seemed to be a person who was more concerned about himself than others, self-centered and over-confident). I think it is because of this perspective that I hold about him that we argue all the time. We always tend to disagree. And yet, there lies our charm.

The more we argue, more we seem to grow closer; more and more we seem to know each other. And that way, we are comfortable with each other, such that, we can actually swear at each other, or criticize each other on the face, without clinching.

And now, coming to why we are written for later: though there has been no specific meaningful conversation that took place, he fell for me. He says, there was something there; from his description, it’s like a myth. I mean, I was at the back of his mind all the time, and that is why he even attempted to meet me after our graduation. But he was misinformed about my office. He went to the wrong office and then, the time lapsed and the next time we met online again, I was married.

His repeated question to me is, ‘why did you have to marry so early?’ And he says, ‘we are written later’. I think it is this hope and determination that he holds in everything he sees that makes him different. It is also this personality that makes him appear arrogant. But again, there lies his charm.

Shame Shame!

06 Jun 2013 Author 5457

Uncle Shame kept gazing at the other end of the bar where she sat chatting gleefully with her friends. He was simply mesmerized by her beauty. He was tall, dark and handsome by his own rights, but he did not believe himself worth for that damsel’s love. Still, luck had been on his side all the time and the tale of his life had been mollified with bountiful colours lately. He was falling in love all over again, just so quickly even as he sat in a corner of a crowded room, amidst drunken breaths of people around him.

Toying with his drink he kept his gaze fixed on her, just letting it roam elsewhere as and when she occasionally glanced towards him. At one point of time he even thought she threw a wink at him. He stiffened on his sofa and tightened his grip on his glass of scotch. He felt his blood rushing to his head as she jostled her friends into looking towards him and all of them burst into laughter. He even thought she had meticulously repositioned herself on the chair to give him a good glance on the flashy long legs, looking truly marvelous in the red skirt and heel she had worn, to blend in perfection with her rosy lips and the raven hair cascading down her shoulder in waves. He never remembered his own wife being that beautiful.

The hunky Unc called the waiter over and whispered something into his ears. The young lad smiled and nodded at him before moving on to the bar to pour a drink. He looked on as the lad squeezed his way in the crowd and laid the drink on her table and pointed towards him. She and her friends looked at him and laughed again, but he noticed she had already pulled the drink towards her and beckoned something back into the waiter’s ear. The lad smiled a naughty smile this time and squeezed his way back towards the lone man sitting at the corner.

The message was clear so he ruffled up some cash into waiter’s hand and slowly rose up from his seat and moved towards the door. He sensed from the corner of his eyes that the lady in red was also getting ready to leave her seat. He moved out quickly and almost dashed towards his car parked nearby. Just as he put the keys in and his car started coming to life she had silently slipped into the seat beside him. They didn’t look at each other and drove silently into the dark.

Reaching home, he grappled for his keys and rushed to open the door. No sooner had he opened it than he felt her behind him. He turned around and hungrily kissed her and dragged her into the house. Slamming the door they dropped on the floor and ravaged each other with sensual pangs of love. After a while, the exhausted duo snuggled each other in their arms. As she rested her head on his bare chest, he ran his fingers slowly down her hair and uttered, “I love you.”

“I love you too…my dear husband,” she whispered back.

Driving far and wide, and safely…

03 Jun 2013 Author Kezwaa

I am driving home…
Drive I must for myself and my family.
I did not wish to become driver in life
But fate had its plans for me to become one.
Speeding is not my liking at all,
For safety is my priority.
Speed is thrill but slow is safety.
Reckless drive I am not
And I haven’t hurt a being on the road.
I have had mishaps
But was not all my fault.
I can teach others how to be a good driver,
The tips to stay safe and be safe.
No matter wherever I have to go drive
I always come home safe,
And seeing smiles on my family’s face
To see me coming home,
Gives me the greatest joy.
And because my family depends on me,
I always remind myself that I should
Always be safe, drive safe
And reach home safe.

Human Being

28 May 2013 Author cholden

Human is a coexistence of self, I and the body. And self is the consciousness of polluted self and the true self. The Polluted self is the diluted true self. And we human being are driven by self. Every space is filled up with self provided it is not blended with body for we can’t see.

What is true self? True self is being oneself true. Every good acts and thoughts are the result of true self. It is nothing but the real human instinct. When a child is born he/she have nothing but a real true self.

The moment they started growing in the hand of polluted self of dear parents, they get polluted in the power of hatred, jealousy, and partiality. Mean the polluted self started growing on them. And ultimately they are mixture of true and polluted self. And this is what you are.

For instance, you are taking medicine for TB. Doctor told you that it will definitely cure your suffering. It is your true self knocking you to take the medicine. You never think about the drawbacks.

And at times your true self and polluted self contradict. If you are good human being, polluted self will not rule you. If not everything will be subsided and buried under polluted self and you will face difficulty in getting up. For example, you are going with your friend to smoke. You know that it is not good. Your true self is constantly knocking you that it is not good. Even then you land up smoking. It means you are driven by your polluted self.

Happiness comes from true self. Unhappiness comes from polluted self. You be good human knowing the values of thy survival. Understand the ultimate misery before you act. The result will be always something that you can cherish and smile. Human behaving like animals and ultimately result to misery, vengeance, bloodshed and massacre. Soon the world will be full of terrorist if everything in them is concreted with polluted self.

Dharma tells us to erase self. It is not telling and teaching us to erase true self. It only stresses to rub and make invisible, your polluted self. And try to build true self. Rebuild and correct all polluted to untainted which ultimately shows that we are living in as human consciousness.

You believe in the karmic connection of rebirth. It will be you who will be reborn if and only if you are bound by only true self. Survival of you now with it is intimately bound up with the reborn of you in the next life to human.

Lastly, you eat meat like hungry jackals gulping the flesh of half rotten carcass of buffalo. You keep on eating and it becomes your habit. And finally there will be stage where you will be born as carnivores like tigers, lions etc which they are fond of eating meat.

Be a simple coherent human being brim with true self.

To the Wonderful kids i fathered!

26 May 2013 Author Trings

My Dearest Son and Daughter;

I am writing this letter after almost two years of our long separation. I know i should have done it much earlier than this but my selfish personal pursuit of this holy rabbit trail has hindered me. It is also because the genuine thought of writing to both of you did not strike simultaneously–that is when i had time, i did not have the energy to write and likewise. I must be blamed for not being able to manage things; so i am apologetic! However, i managed today to put my thoughts into perspective of how i felt since day one till today.

I still remember both of you asking when i would be back and where in the world i was. I hope that both of you still remembers my two year old answer- ‘next week and in Bangkok’ because these were the best answers both of you could easily remember and were very familiar with. I knew these answers also soothe both of you with moral support when you saw your friends’ Daddy carrying them on their shoulders and; two of you placidly showing-off – “our Dad is coming next week from Bangkok with loads of toys- Angry Birds and Barbies”!!

We skyped daily for first few months and saw it go downhill. I could not keep up pace with time. I suspect two of you realized my “Next Week” answer was not forthcoming and reached a point where either of you took turns to talk to me or at times complained of “always me”, “why not he/she” or “talk to our Mom i am off to play”.

Over the two long winters and summers, both of you asked what gifts i would send on either birthdays, what i ate and how happy i felt to be living without both of you nearby. And i answered to keep both of you smiling: “all the barbie dress and barbie dolls i could carry from the store” and “a modern sky electric train that would be fixed around our bedroom walls and make it crawl”. “I am happy but i miss you both; i had good special meals like two of you” were the answers.

I say today, my dear son and daughter; that times were not smooth. Things seemed falling apart. I am sorry again if i disappointed both of you on the birthdays but i know two of you would forgive your Papa!…Won’t you?. Neither was i happy away and nor did i eat special meals like it was cooked by your mama. I miss your mama’s culinary skills so badly. Both of you know my cooking skills–rice turned out overcooked almost every time, curries overcooked or half cooked; too salty that would send me to bed with water bottle nearby; too hot (spicy) burning my mouth for hours; too much oil or at times too less. My God! I had the abuse of time but that’s my own headache..

To you my dear son- i had to leave you in the middle of academic session. I could not drop and pick you from your school. I had to send you by school bus which you seemed disinterested. I saw tiny and fragile body of you taking up that physical challenge to carry your heavy school bag into the school bus. I saw you waved at me once inside the bus. I also know how you cried at the airport to come with me during our last together at the airport. You cried as if i am gonna die..You funny!!. But did you know what?–i cried then on and still do. Crying does not solve the problem my dear son but it should make us strong. Your Papa went through much tougher times your age. You better learn it.

To you my dear daughter- i know you would not agree that i could not come with your mama on the first day of your school. I wonder how pretty you would have looked in my eyes with your school uniform- curly hair (although you wanted to straighten it at 4 and half years!!), runny nose and sulky nature. I still remember your complaints of my absence to be a witness on the day you sowed a seed into the future. But my dear daughter, forgive me for this particular failure and i swear you; that i shall be a witness to greater events in the times to come. Remember “Well Begun is half done”….so you have the rest of it..Believe me.

And today as i write this letter; days are not really far away of those answer i told two years ago. I am coming home my dear son and daughter. I am coming home!!

Take Care!!
With all my Love,
Yours truly Dad

P.S: Remember my dear son and daughter that “A Child will remain a child in the heart of parents however old you grow”