Articles by: kdaza
Somewhere in the meadow, I listened as cuckoos retire for the day
I watched herders gathering their herds to head home
Cold wind continues to blow, cuckoos were long gone and herders too!
I watched the silence then, immerse in emptiness within vast meadow
Somewhere in my mind, a thought took a form
“Wondered if the meadow regretted its emptiness?
It's longing for the day! For its cuckoos that sing day long
Herders…! Those who sings to one another
Shares their meal when the sun hit its zenith”
It was as if I was the meadow, as if I was witnessing all these!
Yet! Unsure what it was that meadow felt!
Regret or rejoice..!
That the day will return with its singing cuckoos…..
Cow herding lovers and their dreams…
Between these thoughts, so much has happened
The Sun sliding sadly over cone shaped hills
Its fading rays spread unevenly across mountains
Silence becomes the night
Except for those dogs at far corner of the village, barking at certain interval
From far, a group of men approaches with bamboo torchlight, a search party!
And from within darkness…a cold finger reaches to pull my ear,
“Have you been day dreaming again, Yongba! Where are the cows?”
I couldn't sleep last night after reading those sentiments shared on facebook forum about the amendment of the Tobacco Act. Not because of the severity of the punishment but because how much the members failed to make sense. I cringed at their imagination and height of assumptions, and how far they will go in the name of democracy for their vested interest. To me, they are a mere hundred of smokers who are generally pissed off about the law that catered to bigger cause and infringed on their personal interest. I cringed till 3 am in the morning and I still couldn't sleep. I read all the comments, discussed the issue at length with my informed friends and family members, yet Sonam Tshering was guilty of an offence. Yes, I agree that three years is way too much for the crime he committed, maybe a lesser degree of punishment would work fine, but he, being a monk in the first place, such an act was contrary to his basic vows.
My thoughts obviously takes me down the memory lane…say a few months before the Tobacco Bill was amended and then enacted, the then existing law on the Ban of Tobacco sale and distribution, I remember people smirk, calling it paper tiger and continued smoking away like chimneys to all kind of glories. Now the Law has becomes more stringent, I guess, now it works and people as in “smokers” are put out of their comfort zone, so the same people are now calling it “draconian”. I cringed at this very partial ways people like to behave, how educated of them!
So, I wonder why such intense reaction to this particular case only, why wasn't it there when a woman was sentenced for man-slaughter for accidentally killing her husband while protecting herself, why isn't there any hues and cries about the Marriage Act which gives leeway for adulteries and psychologically victimizing young minds, literally turning the country upside down. Every third addicts serving times in juvenile are victims of domestic violence fueled by unfaithful partners, not represented through the Marriage Act by a Legal Counsel. Why isn't there a call for tougher Marriage Act? Why don't we have face book pages dedicated to such social tragedies, why won't our media pick on such issues…?
When National Council member Sonam Kinga tags Bhutanese media as the mouth piece of urban populace, I see whole lot of truth in such statement!
Then I realized that it is because such cases are foreign and did not concern our eminent members and up-holders of the democratic system. This particular tobacco law is personal because the members are smokers and they don't want to fall victim lest they are not careful enough doing something against the law of the country. I guess being a citizen of democratic society, one always have the right to voice out concerns and right to protect one's choices of lifestyle, but also remember that one must not get swayed by the choices of the mass; often choices the mass makes can be personal too, and they are not always practical.
Being in a democratic country also means not being apathetic when one's choice and interest are not affected. I sympathize with the monk turned convict but let us also not forget Aum Muku who serves her term for accidentally killing her husband while protecting herself, a husband who had abused her day in and day out, we must be impartial and learn to fight for such victims too. To me Muku did not deserve that sentence either but the law of the country prevails, right? At least for the greater good, everyone must learn to sacrifice a little. For once let's stop caring about what outside country might perceive us, let us fight for causes that calls for greater good and amendment of Tobacco bill isn't one of them.
As any other day I drove my kids to school. A taxi pulled over at a very awkward junction and stopped abruptly. I nearly missed hitting its butt.
As I manueverd to pass it I stopped,pulled down my window and told him politely, “Aue, zai you are a professional driver how come you ignore such seemingly small but consequentially dangerous acts.”
He didn't get me the first time so I had to tell him again, but my tone was as if I was talking to an old friend, so probably he didn't mind.
On the second day, just as I was about to pull over, the driver in the parked car threw a chewing gum cover from his window. It raged me to see such behaviour of people. As I helped my kids get out of the car, I walked straight to the car, picked up the plastic and threw it at him, with a comment, “Aue, you could please put this in a dustbin no?”.
I didn't wait to see his reaction or comment. Just drove past with a sense of satisfaction that perhaps next time he does a same thing, he would be reminded of me and my comments.
Some times being harsh and ruthless is much better than ignoring worrying that the person might be offended if you interfer. And more so because you won't be thinking and gossiping about such acts of people with whoever you meet.
Most often, we choose to remain silent and let people feel we are good for not raising a voice and then sit and complain later of all the wrongs happening.
I walk down the streets of Hong-Kong market as usual after 5 p.m. The time we all gather at that narrow alley-I am earlier than the others today. From corner of the stairs Dorji shouts at me, “Hey, Pema I got some special stuffs today” and he removes from his baggy pant pocket two bottles of syrup, and a strip of tablets.
I smile at him with joy, while looking at a group of YHS students walking past. Some of them smiled at me, they were my classmates once in primary school.
I smile at them and look away, unable to face them. Few years ago, I was one of them smiling and talking cheerfully, carrying a bag full of books, with a lunch box in my hand and swinging my lunchbox to get to school or home. But, little did I know those beautiful days were numbered for me.
My mother was illiterate and a house wife. My father was a civil servant. Me and my sister thought we had a perfect , small and happy family.
One day, my father came home late and was drunk. He then declared to our mother, ” I have an affair, and I don't want to leave her, let's divorce.” My mother mumbled, “What about our kids?”
He said, “I will give monthly allowance of my 20% for the kids and you can look after them.”
After much trauma, cries and fights, it was finally settled that our father would provide 40% of his salary for me and my sister.
Three of us moved to a smaller house and then began our life without our father. Money came as promised for few months. We didn't miss our school. As time went, our allowance stopped, my mother's health became worse, and we started missing our schools.
With our mother's failing health, our school's performance dropped, and we stayed home more than we attended school. Gradually both me and my sister dropped out of school. We never went to our father because, our step-mother would never let us come near him. Our father would never visit us.
“Pema, Pema…here, take this.” My friend Dorji and few others were extending the bottle of syrup to me. I gulped it together with the woes of my lost childhood.
Tears rolled down my eyes which I wiped immediately; my friends noticed and they were saying, “Hey come on man, let's forget it.”
Yes, let's forget it but for how long? My friend Dorji never saw his father, and he was left with his relatives, who treated him more like a servant than a kid, many of my other friends has similar stories.
I don't even know how my sister is treated by her employers. She is baby sitting a couple's kid when she just turned 9. I am just 14, and I don't have an idea how to make a decent living that could make me capable of looking after my sister.
How many of us are lucky enough to get second chances to live? Definitely not may times. I wasn't lucky in Love to get such a second chance (despite all efforts). But it was a the greatest second chance and a force of miracle that I got this greatest gift of being alive even after a fatal fall. I am back to th normal schedule of life after exactly 15days in hospital and it feels like I am wiser by 30years now.
On the edge of life and death the thoughts that ran in my head tremendously amazed me. Nothing mattered that moment..everything became so neutral, I just wanted to forgive and ask for forgiveness from everyone that I knowingly or unknowingly wronged or felt wronged. I was told we can experience the true nature of our mind on three occassions and I realized it's just filled with goodness basically. When my friends or foes (which my fabricated mind perceived) visited me with all smiles and kindness I felt embarassed to have even reacted rudely the times they were rude with me. Saying goes..it wasn't my time to be gone but it surely did made me realise nothing else matters All those grudges and ill feelings for being betrayed, all the jealousy and desire to be praised, the feeling of arrogance to be better, more favoured , every concept of "I" boiled down to nothing.
At the near end or end ….even the concept of being good or bad didn't hold. It's as if like I have taken a new birth and possibly my conduct with the outside world would be much less of I & Myself. It was such an ignorance to be having to win arguments, the jealousy and desire to be better than the other and all the mundane thoughts and aspirations.. I am glad I fell…I am glad the lord of Death denied my entry into his realm and most of all I am glad I have such wonderful people around me. For now I am going to live with Awareness at all times…..and cherish my second birth
Today is tsechu…they are going to the dzong. Luzee will be with her new purple dangling earrings, or is it pink? With Lily and Lucy mischievously calling her mom Kuenza would be take her mom and watch the atsara dance Nopkin giving the first cultural lesson to little nopkin (father to his son)
…hope his gho is straight today 5457 & Meritocean …gazing through the crowd searching eyes for some atsarmos Kampan and Nato would be in the crowd to fill the gaps Will be waiting to see Observer's report about it….. Shaym is probably busy lecturing about Thimphu tsechu to shazams or whatzams…. Oh..even the Tintin is in Thimphu now ….must be happy with orientation going on! And here I am aspiring to become a Buffet of Bhutan..in Norzin Lam..someday!
As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn't supposed to ever let you down probably will. You will have your heart broken probably more than once and it's harder every time. You'll break hearts too, so remember how it felt when yours was broken. You'll fight with your best friend. You'll blame a new love for things an old one did. You'll cry because time is passing too fast, and you'll eventually lose someone you love. So take too many pictures, laugh too much, and love like you've never been hurt because every sixty seconds you spend upset is a minute of happiness you'll never get back.
Don't be afraid that your life will end, be afraid that it will never begin!
Forwarded to me by a classmate….thought it's worthwhile to share.
A matrimonial read "My colour is black, but my heart is white. I like social Service"
now am wondering if that is a human or a Zebra!
It isn’t the Frost’s untrodden path…it was simply a modern crossroad
Neither any choice to walk the same road…
Take we must but the opposites
Time to say goodbye…
Almost on the roof of the world……
Walking up the untrodden rocky paths
Blistering feet with ice-beaten cheeks
No signs of any cruelties of
Nor generosities of human existence
Blessed or cursed as reliant to the perceiver
Blizzard of icy drizzle on the cheeks so hard
Yet so fresh and so pure
Most of all a peck on the cheek
Displaying gesture of untainted love
Stood a beautiful soul with so innocent a smile
A sight that ripped my heart apart
The most beautiful moment of my life I recall
That still sends icy chill down my heart
Each moment I recall, each time I evoke
And I still look for the right words to elucidate
The perfect exemplar to portray
That stupendous moment!
Note: Thank you for editing Tin… you made it perfect!
There was a giant “No”
That “No” rained, That “No” created tremendous blizzard, That “No” made a dent on the coffee table
That “No” was the greatest of all “No”s in the universe
That “No” showered and hailed, That “No” created sunshine and simultaneous eclipse of sun and moon
That “No” is the best of all “No”, When a gentleman smiles, a good man
That “No” is the beauty of the hips when you watch the gait of youths as they walk with alternating cheek rhythm
When you watch their behinds that “No” is fantastic thighs…. loveable and leaveable
That “No” is shoulders that turned in or expand the chest happy or sad without giving into a deep sigh, That “No” is “No” of all “No”s
Relaxation or restraint is in question nobody knows that big No, We alone know that “No”
That “No” is the big sky painted with sumi ink eternally, That big “No” is tattooed on out genitals
This big “No” is not purely freckles or birth mark but this big “No” is a real “No”
Sky is blue, roses are red, and violets are blue and therefore big “NO” “is No”, Let’s celebrate having this monumental “No”
The monolithic “No” stands up and pierces heaven, Therefore the monolithic “No” also expands as ocean
The cockroaches’ carry little No Nos as well as the giant elephants in African jungles
Copulating No No, Waltzing No No, Guinea pig No No
Let our No No be the greatest model, No No for the king, No No for the prime minister, No No for the worms of our subjects,
Let’s celebrate the No No so that our Presbyterian preachers can have speech impediments in proclaiming the No NO
Giant No that made the dent on the coffee table
source: CTR (Crazy Wisdom)
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
SAMSUNG: …Three Stars
KIA: Kill in Action
LG: Lucky Gold star- Life is good
Hyundai (Hondey in korean): Modern
more in coming…
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The game, FreeRice (www.freerice.com), tests the vocabulary of participants. For each click on a correct answer, the website donates money to buy 10 grains of rice. Read the full BBC story by clicking on this link –> http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/europe/7088447.stm
hi guys..I know this is a long long write up but it's a good piece of reading and please read in our own context.
The President of
Why is the media here so negative?
Why are we in
Why this obsession with everything imported. Do we not realize that self-respect comes with self-reliance? I was in
Got 10 minutes for your country? If yes, then read; otherwise, choice is yours.
YOU say that our government is inefficient.
YOU say that our laws are too old.
YOU say that the municipality does not pick up the garbage.
YOU say that the phones don't work, the railways are a joke,
The airline is the worst in the world, mails never reach their destination.
YOU say that our country has been fed to the dogs and is the absolute pits.
YOU say, say and say. What do YOU do about it? Take a person on his way to
Why don't YOU spit Paan on the streets of
Once in an interview, the famous Ex-municipal commissioner of
We want Indian Airlines and Air
What does a system consist of? Very conveniently for us it consists of our neighbours, other households, other cities, other communities and the government. But definitely not me and YOU. When it comes to us actually making a positive contribution to the system we lock ourselves along with our families into a safe cocoon and look into the distance at countries far away and wait for a Mr.Clean to come along & work miracles for us with a majestic sweep of his hand or we leave the country and run away. Like lazy cowards hounded by our fears we run to
Dear Indians, The article is highly thought inductive, calls for a great deal of introspection and pricks one's conscience too…. I am echoing J. F. Kennedy 's words to his fellow Americans to relate to Indians…..
'ASK WHAT WE CAN DO FOR
AND DO WHAT HAS TO BE DONE TO MAKE INDIA
WHAT AMERICA AND OTHER WESTERN COUNTRIES ARE TODAY'
Lets do what
Dr. Abdul Kalaam
They say strangers meet only to part but I say we meet to cherish a person or to make us wiser by an inch.
Similar way a stranger walked into my life at the time when tough got going and paths got rougher with me. A woman with a real giant heart, someone whom I call a truly human helped me build myself back again to life, let me regain my self-esteem and above all showed me to explore all the beauties of life, which unknowingly I had ignored. Above all she inspired back into me the faith and the beauty of "LIFE". I proudly call that a true friend and I am not thankful to God that she is my friend…infact I am glad that world is richer by one such person… and this is to you Luzee
Keep smiling and keep the faith.
A new vacuum cleaner salesman knocked on the door on the first house of the street. A tall lady answered the door.
Before she could speak, the enthusiastic salesman barged into the living room and opened a big black plastic bag and poured all the cow droppings onto the carpet.
“Madam, if I could not clean this up with the use of this new powerful Vacuum cleaner, I will EAT all this s**t!” exclaimed the eager salesman.
“Do you need chilly sauce or ketchup with that” asked the lady. The bewildered salesman asked, “Why, madam?”
“There's no electricity in the house…” said the lady
Courtsey: Newyork Times