Articles by: nawang7
A lonely and cold evening
It was not a complete me
I set off with no defined destination
Through the town to pick her up
There, we sat moments later
Just me and in my hands, her
Perched like lovebirds on a hill top
We watched the exquisite lighted valley
She was as icy as the weather
Round her body wrapped my hands
As I opened her lips, she screeched
And kissing her, I sucked her blood
She was so refreshingly cold
That lightened my heavy heart
So much in love I was with her
That I wouldn't throw her away
She was a can of tiger beer!
I ran through memories,
Of bitter and sweet
Wept and smiled, but smiled again
As I remembered an old friend say;
“I drink, not to please myself,
Nor to renege my religion,
But simply to spend….
A moment of life with Myself”
PS; great to see the spirit still on…..had been hibernating for a while… and more so, I had to type my password several times to get it right. hello everyone!
Post commemoration of glorious national events and celebrations in the best festive mood ever, the forestry fraternity in particular was shocked by loss of four dedicated brothers. When the nation was eagerly waiting for New Year merriment, the four men lost their lives in a tractor-blast in Sarpang. At the cremation ground, when one of my junior colleagues drew my attention to a body wrapped in a traditional clothes he knew my immediate query. Speechless, our eyes spoke and he clarified that the small sized was no complete in itself. It was blown into pieces in the blast. I forced my brain to stop imagining. I could not even join my Ministry colleagues to commiserate the bereaved family members, who were wailing in shock. But! Their death was a sheer sacrifice and did not go in vain. The actual target of the bloody terrorists (yes! bloody them) were a group of about 30 foresters who would be shifting their camps on the first day of every month. The four men saved 30 others!
It is enough of words. We need Actions!
Another year had come and passes by
But ahead of us yet another year lie
Gone are good old and memorable days
And for the new it has made ways
It was a fine and treasured 2000 eight
For it carved even brighter days ahead
The year indeed etch in our minds
And we wish for many such kinds
Alas, we had our centenary celebrations
We had the new government declarations
The capital was filled with festive mood
People from everywhere made us feel good
The long ‘Lona’ had then disappeared
Good times seemed to have appeared
The Dragon had protected our Kingdom
The new era had given us new wisdom
The new government offered us promises
They still orate in the capital in new dresses
Hitherto words speaks louder than actions
They are upto trying out the public patience
We await their services with utmost delight
And expect them to prove our choice a pride
We look unto them as our chosen leaders
And not just as mere promise builders
The new government offered us promises
Globally Obama created a pleasant history
While Wall Street remained a mystery
Mumbai attacks came as a shock to us
All we could but commiserate as brothers
Oil prices went up and then down
At times had made us frown
And so did the dollar rate confused
But to adapt we never refused
Many world records were outdone
And many new heroes shone
Formula one title race went till the last
In rhythm with the cars our hearts beat fast
The racing drama still went till the last lap
And the winner was eventually the young chap
But English red devils conquered all club finals
The Champions league fixtures are mouth watering
But without ‘tensports’ here soccer fans are suffering
Yes, we have now the approved dish TV rights
That we do not have to rely on youtube highlights
We anticipate another wonderful year
A year filled with thrill and cheer
The year is good in the Bhutanese calendar
And for decisions we do not need much to ponder
I wish you and your family a very happy new year,
Remind you of the good resolutions to bear;
I wish you health and ‘gross national happiness’
I thank you for friendship and all the dearness.
I once had a girl or should I say she once had me
We broke off, as things were just not meant to be
She would sing, Come together right now over me
And I imagined together we will always be
I thought, All you need is love, all you need is love
And then I forgot I had life’s other riddles to solve
Hey Jude, don’t make it bad…make it better
I sang, But she left me and made me even sadder
Don’t let me down, nobody ever loved me the way you do
I further sang in vain, but she didn’t listen to this too
Help, I need somebody; not just anybody
I yelled as her absence made me lonely
Yesterday all my troubles seemed so far away,
Yet I cannot dissipate her thoughts till today
There are places I will remember all my life
For being there I dreamt of her as my wife
I have got a feeling deep inside, a feeling I can’t hide
As much as I try to forget, it comes back like a tide
My friends had sung, she loves you yeah yeah yeah
But now I tell them, she loved me nah nah nah
Mama Mary then spoke words of wisdom let it be
And from sorrow and heartbreak she made me free
I had to imagine there is no heaven; it’s easy if I try
And I Imagined I was a superman and I could fly
I was in love with her, and I feel fine
Albeit I could not make her forever mine
Can’t buy me love, everyone tells me so
But without money chances are even low
Now, Nothings gonna change my world
For all the things I learnt have made me bold
Ah, Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
And with another girl I will have more fun
She’s got a ticket to ride, but she don’t care
And to convince her to ride with me, I dare.
I stumble to greet her
Yet it brings her no hint,
I appear every possible minute
Yet it brings her no apprehension.
An innocent obsession
An undefined intention,
Love can be a naïve feeling
The beauty is, but unfathomable.
A beautiful-dream-like it was
And forgotten as it was….
Life is indeed a Shakespeare’s stage
And we the actors,
Be it a coincidence, a miracle
She did reappear on my stage.
This time I stumbled to greet her
There was an evoked stare,
The stare was a pump to my heart
And it beat to triple times.
Rejoice folks, rejoice everyone!
Tonight we celebrate,
Not to commemorate a new house
But to welcome…
The Return of My Lost Love.
(an old poem from my collection, 28th April 2004 – Kdaza's house warming party…when I was sipping a cup of tea in front of my childhood crush…Surprise, surprise!)
Sorry Nopkin people for not posting football journals during the Euro 2008.
The lame pretext: Not many enjoy football and sports articles here. I remember disappointing Luzee when I talked of football.
The truth: Matches would go on late and I had to watch them with wonderful Austrian wine and refreshing Beer among “beautiful ladies, here and there”. I was never in condition to write when I got back home.
Hello Nopkin people, I am back !!!
Sunday, 06 July 2008
Sunday, 06 July 2008
9 full hours: I could have added half a dozen pages to my working thesis, or read few chapters from good textbooks with a couple of journals. But being a Sunday I could have even gone out to catch up some friends amid the busy schedule we are through these days.
Not any of these…I was glued to television for the whole 9 hours with occasional tea/meal breaks only. My eyes are red and strained and it is midnight, yet I am absolutely satisfied with my day.
It was a super thrilling Sunday with best entertainment sportsworld could possibly offer to the fans. I had an early lunch to catch the British Grand Prix LIVE and savoured every moment of the race. Very tricky weather conditions and rain in Silverstone (UK) made the cars spin more than Steve Slater’s washing machine. In the end it had to be local boy Hamilton’s day when he steered to chequered flag a lap ahead of almost every car. I wish I could go on describing the drama filled race from five lights to the chequered flag, but I have to cut this short…for the day belonged to Rafal Nadal.
Nadal ended Federer’s five-year reign on the grass court, and “what a match, what a final”. Two early nervous sets for Federer perfectly dominated by Nadal, it was rain again in
A superb start to 5th and deciding set and at 2-2 there were showers coming to enjoy the match as well, not realizing that they will only stop the match and not get to see it. Half an hour and the rain disappeared and the players appeared again. I cannot continue describing the play, but urge all tennis fans to grab a copy of the match on your shelf. DO NOT MISS THE RETELECAST! You may have to live another generation to watch such an extraordinary game of Tennis. The presenter described it as “arguably the best finals”…but everyone who watched the game might wonder…why she used “arguably” for it was indeed the best finals.
Another satisfying moment for me in the mankind of sports to relish for and yet another page to my sports-dairy adds up. I am proud that I watched the match LIVE. This match may not however top my list. It reminds me of 2001 US Open quarter finals between Agassi and Sampras and at that time I thought I would never be able to watch a high class game like that. I also watched thrilling AC Milan-Liverpool Champions league finals LIVE staying awake the whole night. I was part of the world witnessing
The year belongs to
Well, the countdown has come to an end. European stars are here to display their talents and realize their dreams. I cannot describe in words, the excitement in the city here and feel fortunate to be one of the fans being in the crowd. I shall share some exciting stories to Nopkin folks for few weeks. This poem is an appetizer. Enjoy
Euro2008 is eventually here to play
Teams have arrived and await their day
Each day fans pour in different host cities
Hustling and buzzing in the street like bees
Not to write off the Croatian red & white stripes
So will be the regularly surprising
But Italians are fresher world cup triumphant
Spanish squad plays beautiful football
And so do the young army of
Other underdogs are the host
The rest are
But, Oh! Fans are terribly missing
Pundits are talking of tournament heroes
But some will eventually turn out zeroes
To top the list is Christiano Ronaldo
They say he will shine again in Euro
How can one forget the unstoppable Torres?
Who can score in any given chance always
But there is the French playmaker Ribery
Whose wonder skills anyone will agree
Will the Italians shine with Luca Toni?
Or will another start pop up as Nani?
But there are Ballack, Robben, and Fabregas,
And Sneijder, Ibhramovic, Kranjker and Gekas
Although all teams will play with sheer spirit
Ultimately only one valiant team will win it
To guess the winner right now is tricky
With all teams balanced almost equally
I shall certainly miss my favorite
But for them, the EPL players will stand
Champions league satiated the fans this year
And Euro2008 is definitely to entertain here.
The regular morning walk
I make my way to work
And through the green park
To the main street I embark
I see a lovely lady in red,
Some 20 meters ahead
In her the beauty did embed,
Wish my mind she read
Oops, I almost stumble
Nearly hurt my ankle
In the crowd I jostle
She disappear in a rustle
My restiveness is momentary
As I see another fairy
Clad in whites beautifully
Makes my heart beat doubly
Is she better than the red one?
But seeing her, my face liven
As fast as I can, I run
But she is also gone
Will I get to see a third?
As I walked and wondered
At the University gate I figured
Many gorgeous ones gathered
One looked better
And the other still fairer
Many others were nicer
Pangtse kira! I murmur
To B’ful ladies here & there.
How I wish to partake in this trek at this time of the year? My ecological talks would interest you more than that of Khabaray’s Osho talks and uncle Shyam’s Joktang stories, and demote Luzee even more in terms of talkativeness. Besides I would have had the opportunity to know Nopkin people and experience the majestic srping. But optimistically, I am happy that I am away from Thimphu for I could watch a football match of highest standards last night. Yes, dear soccer fans…please do not miss the re-telecast of Champions-League second leg semi-finals between Manchester United and Barcelona. You will have to live years to watch such a game of football.
Well, my Chelela diary was more as poetic to make you fall in love with the place as you planned a trip there. As you conquer the Druk Path, here are some tips from the forester in me, based on my personal experiences working in Bhutan’s forests. While tourists pay 200 $ to walk in our forests, I get paid to walk there… Ain’t I one lucky Bhutanese forester?
– Travel as light as possible but make sure you carry all the essentials.
– While walking, walk at normal speed. Leave aside the Bhutanese ego of reaching the top first or catching someone else. Never hesitate to ask your partners to rest for a while whenever you are tired. Always walk in groups and follow the trails.
– It is advisable to take a knife and a match. But make sure you light the match only when required. Please make sure the fire is properly put off once you have used it. Almost all forest fires in Bhutan are man-made.
– “take nothing but memories, leave nothing but footprints”…make the trail look even better than it was…clean it on the way.
– Luzee, you will not be honoured for talkativeness…try remain quiet at times, you might be lucky to sight wonderful wildlife and birds.
– Clothes and shoes are very important. Jeans is not advisable at all. Wear light gear and light walking shoes/sneakers.
– Food – take what you want to cook…but usually we foresters take lots of potatoes and Njakam as supplements (when we are confused)…eggs are good source of energy too. Ezay and pickle are best friends in the forests.
– Drink water regularly to avoid dehydration which might cause muscle cramps as you ascend.
– A hat is preferred to fancy sun glasses. Not only will a hat protect you from direct sunlight, it also prevents heat losses from your head.
– Carry lots a snacks…my best friends are bananas, munch (you get in big sizes from FCB) and water. I recommend you all to buy as many “muches” as possible. Gals will grow beautiful like Priety zinta and guys will get someone like her. They are very good source of energy and best light snacks you can get in the market.
– Does you group have a forester friend? As him/her to get a map. If not, ask a forester friend to provide you with one and brief you on the trail. Never intend to take a short-cut if you are not familiar.
– Please do not pluck flowers and plants…many are precious and endangered and some may be really poisonous…help maintain our biodiversity. Plants like poison ivy and some oaks can cause you with allergies and rashes.
– Take as many pictures as possible…please send me if some of them are good.
I wish you all a wonderful trek and a pleasant weather…Enjoy the gifted beauty of Bhutan's forests and help to conserve them.
My passion for Sports journalism continues as the sports-world satiates and surprises my enthusiasm week in week out. Come Sunday, and the excitement frenzies. I change my attires several times to express my dedication for the teams.
There is a double “clash of the titans” in the English Premier league. With the title race tightest in years, it is unwise to write off any team now. Liverpool will be nervous to face the mighty Manchester United at Old Trafford, while
Man Utd v
But there is an appetizer to the Big day. The 2008 Malaysian Grand Prix! Steve Slater calls it Super Sepang. Either heavy storms will hit Sepang or the enormous heat will almost bake the drivers in the cockpit. This race is going to be the greatest test for the drivers this season. The scarlet Ferraris looked strong a week ago, but failed to the rivals – Mc Laren. They will come back strong this weekend. Pundits predict that this race will be a drama of the year. Watch out!
Five lights go out at Sepang at 1300 hours B.S.T.
The Sunday games will erase your anxieties over Monday’s election results.
Good luck to the game results on Sunday and the election results on Monday. Its all in the game…may the deserving win!
(please check the timings)
06 March, 2008. The football aficionado in me doesn’t make me miss home when European football treats me with wonder matches and magical moments on my screen week in-week out. This mid-week was no exception and I had to sacrifice an important exam following the next day. No regrets! Two fabulous nights of football and I am just as satisfied. Seven matches over two nights amalgamated with shock, surprise, thrill, passion, skill…that entire one could ask for. I am still awake at 3 AM writing this review as I once dreamt of taking up Sports journalism for which I got chided as being stupid.
Reigning champions AC Milan’s exit gave the biggest shock of the week as indeed they were outplayed by the young Arsenal side. Lyon had to follow them with a satisfactory performance on the night but not to match with unstoppable
Tonight Real Madrid made a shock exit after being ousted by the stunningly determined Roma side.
Come next week, and I am clad in my favorite red t-shirt which reads “you will never walk alone”. Yes, I am an avid
Possibly four English teams in the last eight, football pundits and analysts are guessing “it could be all-English finals”.
(This is for the Nopkins, who are making a trip to Chelela during the holidays. It is from one of my old writings, but couldn't help posting it as I saw the Chelela plan. Have a nice trip to Chelela.. its really beautiful and I leave my article to speak of it)
I am at Chelela and flying without wings. I am still on my feet yet I feel on top of the world. Almost 12000 feet above sea level, I am in dilemma whether to catch a bird's eye view of the beautiful Haa valley on one side or to take a glimpse of the awe-inspiring Tiger's nest on the other. But, both of these are just a ninety-degree-head-tilt away. One prayer utters from my dried and cracking lips, God! If this is what your heaven looks like, take me to you right away!
The old Fir trees greet the forester in me and tell me why they are dying and plead me to save the younger ones. I promise them and greet the young saplings whose greenery instills a conservationist in me. The dead Fir trees still stands on one side of the hill, and the togetherness in them even after death conveys me the meaning of Love-the most beautiful thing God created. The fresh air kisses me fondly as I hug the nature. One of my trip colleagues-the oldest of all, elucidates forestry sciences, but so engrossed and so much in love with myself at this moment that I can faintly hear him. I can sense the same degree of emotions in others, but the expressions of each are different. Within moments I find a cluster of busy people smiling at a tiny digital device. There are rushes when it comes to just one of them given an opportunity to be shot by that cyber instrument.
The spot makes me a proud Bhutanese and the beauty a proud forester. I wish I was a superman to take flight down to Paro valley but I am also happy for I shall be taking the drive down the snaking road with wonderful people. I hear the engine sound and rushes to my seat. Unlike other times, this time I am silent without a joke to entertain my travel mates. Still down the snaking road, I am so engrossed at wonders of nature, gazing with rapture and admiration in her. The fir trees are seen in lesser numbers now, but are perfectly substituted by hemlock and spruce stands. The young blue pine saplings look happy among the conifer family and rhododendrons are no exceptions as well. I am lost in thoughts and senseless. The anxiety and fear in my travel mates wakes me up, and I am told that the front car had just made a narrow escape.
Ecologically, I try to assess the decline of fir and the complexity of the wonderful ecosystem. The successional stages of forests here, perfectly displayed as in textbooks makes me wonder. In the car, we debate over the ecological complexity as we endeavour to find answers to our curious minds.
But deep inside I am thinking “Nature alone knows what she aims at”.
LOSAR TASHI DELEK
Today is Losar
We are going to the Dzong
It is Bhutanese New Year
That we waited for long.
We make no resolutions
And got nothing to worry
It is just eating temptations
And drinking to glory.
We all get older by a year
Adding one to the Bhutanese age
Though our birthdays are far or near
Another year adds to life’s page.
The celebrations will finish sooner
But we still relish them dearly
As Valentine’s Day comes later
We get to re-write our love story.
I wish you all happy Losar
Good times with your family
With relatives from near & far
Enjoy the days happily.
Rejoice with shakam & seekam
Supplement with suja & red-rice
You may cook nakey with njakam
Adding to the days some more spice.
(Moderators also wishes all the readers a very HAPPY and Successful LOSAR and best of times ahead)