tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2655611787949214022024-03-13T07:50:18.590-07:00Inside My Window of Eternal Selfkinleywangchukhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14431900854221186265noreply@blogger.comBlogger87125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265561178794921402.post-76966889524422220772017-01-31T21:09:00.000-08:002017-01-31T21:17:47.271-08:00Feeling the Missing........<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The stone in my heart has just started to become lighter and lighter that suddenly, it feels so damn heavy with the approaching date for me to leave the place which i couldn't find any reason to love in the beginning. It has now unexpectedly encircled me warmth of it's hidden beauty. The nectar of joy just poured on the buds of my tongue that now i have the letter on my hand which is asking me that i no longer belong here.<br />
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The extreme struggle of not being able to adjust in Mongar forced me to put for a transfer. I accepted the challenge for not being spoon fed and learn through hardship, the way to grab independence for the first 4 months of 2016 but soon my pillar of holding on just broke and finally i sealed my sign on to the transfer application.I desperately wanted to leave the place at that moment.<br />
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I don't remember how the time sped forward bullet fast after that because, soon i saw my mundane face turning into contentment day after day, my lips curving into smile weeks after weeks and my mind getting cleared months after months. I saw myself surrounded with new set of friends who wouldn't go hangout without me, who would make me into a crazy laughing buddha when being accompanied by them, and pasted unfathomable polarized memories into the 2016 album of my life.<br />
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Tshering, Chimi, Tashi, Lg boss, my immediate neighbours whom i was reluctantly avoiding them for the 1st few months being a stranger. Well, fate played its sweet melody without our knowledge. We became the squad for doing crazy stuffs thereafter disturbing the other neighbours time and again with our undiscovered alien voices, dancing, having meals together daily like a family.<br />
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Soon, a new member, Sither joined and she was the queen of all crazy, funny, psychic but of all, the kindest. Only after few gatherings, did we come to know how she, herself was drowning into the ocean of depression and sadness that she still mentions,," <i>You all pulled me out of the dark ocean into which i was almost neck down</i>". Her personal life was a living hell that, we came to her life as a saviour and i am sure, the almighty planned so. We all believe so and will keep doing so.<br />
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As the year 2016 was nearing end, and as the tide of time went flying, we were soon introduced to same flock of psychic friends. Common factor being Tshering, we came to know Sampa, Bir, Jigme, Dorji, Sangay, which was a 1:1 match for our group.<br />
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My 1 melancholy life in Mongar became 10 strong band of happiness by the end of the year.<br />
It was in the mid of sipping the juice of Mongar's beauty with my squads that i was ringed to inform my transfer to Thimphu has been approved. THUD!!!! I completely forgot i even applied for transfer.<br />
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I almost jumped with joy but WAIT!. The excitement for approval was short lived; only for few seconds. I saw the laughing, smiling faces of my friends there and to my surprise, i felt the pinch of sadness for having to leave them at once. How the samsaric life of human play games with the emotions. I am always reminded, "<i>Nothing is Permanent</i>". To one point, i almost had the urge to cancel but there, i got a call from my mom how happy she was with me coming to be near her. She has been ill for a very long time with an unknown disease and she almost told how she wanted me, her son who is working in hospital wants to be with me.<br />
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Priority always to my parents. I now accept the gamble of <i>Khorwa</i>. It has always been difficult for me to accept the fact of departing with my loved ones. But, i optimistically believe what ever happened, it happened good. You leave your friends here, you have your old set of friends anxiously waiting there; the colleagues here are left out but your new staffs there have decorated door for welcoming me. Change is inevitable. Let me munch it up.<br />
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World isn't large and now with the technology reaching peak of standardization, you always bump to each other. I thank almighty for letting them come into my life even it was for a short duration of time. I will miss you all. Mongar was all beautiful because of you all!.<br />
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kinleywangchukhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14431900854221186265noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265561178794921402.post-82640253700262051452017-01-03T22:21:00.001-08:002017-01-03T22:21:20.255-08:00As the 1st page of 2017 opens......<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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The icy air of <i>Thrumshingla and Korila</i> passes, swinging in through the woods of alpine vegetation, dancing along the shoots of giant bamboo, catching the attention of breath compressed into the slope of habitation, it swings and it swings, finally to kiss the cold, apple red cheeks of the 2 legged walking animals cooped inside the fur of thick enclosure, all encircling the red rods generating flame of warm pleasure.<br />
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...... (<i>WINTER HAS FINALLY COME</i>!), at least here if not in <i>Game of thrones</i> even after the sequel 7th.<br />
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Did my poietic beginning impress you all??? Please say so even if not!. I am very much guilty of leaving out my blog barren for one whole year. 2016 was an exciting event for me as i was recruited in civil service and yet, stressful with many things happening around me which was completely new for me. Trying to adjust in east for someone who was born and brought up in the streets of capital with parents above all decision and when suddenly being plunged into the ocean of independence, it turned out to be a very challenging experience.<br />
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There were times where i felt completely lonely and yet, slowly i learned to love the company of my own. i enjoyed spending time with myself. I used to go for walk, close my eyes and feel the air kissing me, listen to the birds and insects chirping and get aware with what's happening with the world we usually ignore. I rejoiced waking up early and feel the rays of sun rise and hug the warmth it gives. And now, in winter, the season i always cherish, i love letting the chill air enter the system of my lungs, the IN and OUT process of breathing icy air is just amazing.<br />
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The joy of social bond with the network of people all including co-workers, neighbours, shopkeepers, bar tenders, karaoke, hangouts and our closest knit of friends with which i made so many memories within this period of time was invaluably one of the best. The love, care and respect i received being myself all independently was a total blessing in disguise. I never expected it to be so but time does heal everything and for me, it was all about learning to built pillars for the foundation of my future life.<br />
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2017 made its entry and is already 4 days old. It seems a very long journey but 2016 was the fastest year for me. I wonder if any body felt so. I hope to scribble the pages of 2017 with more fun, more exploring and more productive. And not to forget, attend my blog and keep updated hitting highest record of blog post so far compared to past years.<br />
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I wish you all a HAPPY NEW YEAR! and be regular to visit my blog. I promise to keep updated without fail. I failed with my first post of 2016 but it will not be repeated this year because, this year is my year. Yes!, i already completed 2nd cycle of 12th year of life. Wish me a wonderful 24th.<br />
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I feel dumb and mute for a moment when i write this post, being guilty at the most and making useless excuses to myself for not being able to provide air of literature to my blog for these long months.<br />
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My last post was on August 2015 and i went on an hibernating excuse for 5 months. But one thing kept me very busy for sure, the most important task of every student when they complete their degree, especially the Bhutanese .i.e. RCSE.<br />
From the 1st day of your school where you shit on your shorts for being too afraid to ask your teacher for a recess grant, the time where you get thrashed hard on the palm from your Dzongkha Lopen for spelling wrong, your Geography madam rolling the floor globes to explain the concept of day and night, brain wracking theories and derivations of Physics and one question of differentiation and integration of maths covering up whole of you long notebook, getting a cross remark from your strict teacher; till the time where you walk carrying thick textbooks appearing to be a medical student for 4 long years in college. The journey of learning ABC to the knowledge of current profession, the fate of almost all Bhutanese student is all sealed upon on one exam, RCSE. High expectations from your parents push oneself to give their best because all your parents want is our secure future and RCSE gives you that. I too saw my parents sweat all those years to give me the best education possible and if i could see tears of happiness when i make it through, then i wouldn't have wanted anything else.<br />
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By God's grace and through my own determination, i broke through that barrier and nothing could give me joy more than seeing ocean of happiness in their eyes on 9th of December. I couldn't resist but scribble a long paragraph of gratitude to all those who helped me through the journey of that success and especially to my beloved parents. <br />
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I desperately wanted to get placed in the capital for my parents were there but guess what! I didn't. I put faith in god consoling myself for i believe, "<i>whatever happens, it happens for a good</i>" and kick started my journey towards the eastern Bhutan. I grew up playing in the dusty sands of Thimphu and now, i knew my career adulthood was fixed in Mongar. Everything has a reason and i hope there is a big chunk of reason for i was flown farthest away from west to extreme east. "Impermanence", once again stroke my mind when i had to wave good bye to my family and relative. A huge challenge lay ahead of me. I was moving into a place where i knew no one, i had no relative, nor friends and i am still struggling to fit myself in.<br />
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It had been the longest one month of my life.With some connection from my relative and a friend, i managed a small one room quarter. I had my Father accompanied for one week and setting myself well, i had to see him off as well. After that, the only sound i could hear in my home was my own breath. I would doze off time to time only to wake up and stare at the blank wall. I used to take a stroll around Mongar town and would be back home withing 30 minutes, yes! that was the size of the town.<br />
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I understand that everything takes time and i am sure, i will feel better. I already started to feel so. I am removing every bits of opportunity for the crazy mind to wander around. Many a times, i have heard and read about the challenges people face during their first time venture into a journey unknown and i know, the time has knocked on my door now. Before at home, i didn't have to bother if the sugar bottle was getting empty nor i had to worry if the rice was finishing but now, as the month ends, i see myself getting concerned for those things that usually my parents did. I am learning to be independent and i see myself growing mentally in terms of handling the real life situations.<br />
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our country, the mountain echoe festival attracted many writer, author, poet
and the passionate amateurs inside the TAJ Tashi for the 3<sup>rd</sup> and
final day. But the special thing about attending the 3<sup>rd</sup> day
festival was, almost everyone was there especially to listen to the Indian
wizard behind all the novels which has been successfully adapted into
blockbuster bollywood movies and yes!, I was also there eagerly waiting for his
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As I strolled slowly through the corridor down the stairs,
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windows displayed an impeccably beautiful garden view with people sipping
coffees and having their hi, hello talks. I was having trouble locating the
hall. As I turned left, there were two dark, black giant doors, one in the
middle of the corridor and another towards the end. It seemed locked and nobody
seem to going in or coming out. Hesitantly, I pushed the end door with some
force assuming it to be heavy but no effort was needed. The door spread open
leading me finally to the hall. There were people all seated with chairs all
occupied and their eyes fixed up straight to the stage where Mr. Yeshey Dorji
was having conversation with Bahar Dutt. Then,
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Luckily, a boy nearby left the seat and immediately I pounced
upon it. It was a melodious feeling to be listening to the sound of birds
chirping and singing, being played through
the projector with the pictures on the screen. The hall was cozy with AC on and
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It was then 1:40 p.m.
Chetan Bhagat was to be in, anytime. All were gathered inside with every
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him enter. I got my seat right in the middle. We were all anxiously waiting for
him to enter through the door. Few men in gho came in and walked right up to
the stage. I didn’t give any notice to those man in gho but instead kept my
eyes fixed to the door to see a man with a suit
to enter in when I finally turned my head and gave a proper look to the two man on the
stage. Damn! One of them was Chetan Bhagat dressed in gho. Most of us got
surprised to see him that way. He seemed quite uncomfortable in the Bhutanese
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Tshewang Dendup had a good amount of questions for him and
the audience were all waiting for their turn. Chetan shared his concerns for
the atrocities surrounding the Indian population because of pollutions,
corruptions and for the young youths battling against the race of modern era.
He told us about what it is to be a <i>Chetan</i> in India and how the
challenge of doing something which he feared like joining as a judge in “<i>Nach Baleyeh</i>” dancing
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When the floor was opened for questions, the audience
battled raising their hands to ask their share of why and what. My friend Kamal,
sitting right next to me asked him how he came about with his first book
hitting the market with tremendous success and with what magic formula. He said
it was his perseverance to keep on trying and never giving up. Like him, there
were small school children of age 8 -10 and he was proud to see young hands
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The session ended so quick. Kamal had a letter written for
him and both of us ran after him as soon he left the hall. There were people
gathered around him getting their books signed. We fought in and tried to take
a picture as well. With a bit of struggle, I managed to get a quick photo with
him. Hope the writer enjoyed speaking on
the mountainous land of thunder dragon though it was for a short
duration of time. And I hope the experience he had attracts him back here once
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Attending the mountain echoe literary festival was an
inspiring experience for me. To see great writers having talks about their
book, poems proudly infront of the their readers gave me a kick of
encouragement to also see myself one day speaking on the same platform.
Moreover I was proud to see many Bhutanese writers weighing on and on with the
writers from outside. Despite the fact that the book market in our country is
very low, it was a pride feeling to know that our writers aren’t any less than
any of the writer from India or any other country. I look forward to attending
many such events and in each step, pour in more and more lessons or knowledge
inside me.</div>
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head to talk about “<i>GIRL and WOMEN</i>” inside the hall filled with echoes of the mountain. The
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My zest of excitement has bubbled up to the peak to watch
the magician behind the pages of “five point someone”, “one night at the call
centre”, “ 3 mistakes of my life”, “revolution 2020”, “2 states” and his first non fiction book “what the
young india wants”, Mr. Chetan Bhagat speaking live right infront of my eyes. I
cannot wait to hear what “ Being Chetan” is like. Well, I would soon update my
experience of listening to the astounding famous writer of India . Don’t forget
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followed by a giant snake. My hands and fingers experienced an unexpected
tremor of shake and I could hardly get the shading right without turning it
into an apple or a mango at the beginning. I had the shading practiced at home
several times because I pictured myself troubled while shading during the
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The two and half hour PE was an obscure moment which passed
by like a dream, hardly being able to remember the questions nor the answers
marked. With the type of questions given in the problem solving section and
with the given amount of time, it is indeed a test of one’s aptitude ;to be
able to solve as quickly as possible. Whether one has done it good or bad, one
could hardly tell what would be the outcome. There is no such thing as half
mark, nor marks for few of steps before the answer. It is solely and whole of “1
mark” if the answer is right and “zero”
if wrong and absolutely “zero” if not marked at all. People correcting would do
a mistake, he may be bias, he may be compassionate, he may be rude but a
machine carries non of that character. OMR will treat everyone TIT for TAT,
right for right and wrong for wrong. And let me tell you, my heart is pounding
like a balloon with water filled inside while I am writing this because, I am
getting back the picture of the questions that I didn’t know, the moment I
panicked and the blind shading that I did murmuring the god’s name because, the
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examinees flowed out of the classes like ants and formed groups to share one’s
tragedy at the most and for some, it seemed a “ok” thing and for few it was good. Then, almost all
3000 unemployed graduates including the in-service candidates were seen
swirling around the main traffic of the Thimphu capital. I am sure, MOLHR could
have completed half of their unemployment rate survey there itself without
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The 150 minutes inside the room is perhaps the most crucial
moment of any Bhutanese graduate’s life. It is the visa for some to finally
make their dreams of getting a government job true, thereby bringing proud
smiles on the faces of their parents and loved ones and for some, would be just
to hold on an independence status so that they would get a beautiful girl in
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fourteen days, the BCSE 2015 candidates would have to give a forced sleep every
night and be in dilemma till the miscible thoughts of water and milk is
completely separated. I have my fingers completely crossed and HOPE is the only
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streets even as Michalangelo painted, or Beethoven composed music ,or
shakespheare wrote poetry. He should sweep the streets so well that all the
hosts of heaven and earth will pause to say, here lived a great streetsweeper
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kinleywangchukhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14431900854221186265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265561178794921402.post-74816576562082235882015-04-11T23:06:00.004-07:002015-04-11T23:06:55.454-07:00Connecting with the Nature.......<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I stood still.....!! Puff of thinly arranged clouds lined in the open space below the vastness of east sky, hiding the rays of golden yellow dawn which just unveiled itself from behind the hills. Spikes of rays forcing itself through every opening of cotton clouds, it could possibly locate.<br />
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Like a gigantic lion Simba, i stood on a raised rock allowing the morning breeze to kiss me and swirl around my body with its charm. I felt it!, i felt the great pleasure of nature surrounding me. I soaked my thoughts and feeling deep into the moment, playing an imaginary soothing music inside my mind. I let my mind free. I made it fly, fly to the corner of the east dancing on the heavenly clouds, rolling and sliding over the sun rays. It was a magical morning. I realized how beautiful life can be if we give freedom to our mind to do all the things one can't do in real.<br />
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Evening was as blissful as the morning but wildly wild at the same time. Sky turned dark, clouds lost its morning texture and turned thick and black. Soft breeze gave its way to an angry wind of storm, carrying light plastics from every possible bins it could possibly pull through. A giant flick of white light snapped from nowhere. Sky gave its first loud roarrrr....!!! Nature was crying from all directions. Screech of metals slapping and flapping against the wind and sounds of objects grumbling surrounded the atmosphere.<br />
Finally, the shower of rain poured its life over the earth. Four elements of nature except for fire fought against each.other whilst raichurians shouted with a howl of happy screams and went running outside into an open space. The strong wind and rain couldn't stop us for we waited for this shower after long drought of struggle against heat. I too pull out the child inside me and drenched myself completely into the moment. I relived my early days. I ran and jumped and splashed hard on the watery lanes. I didn't care about my clothes, the money inside the pocket, didn't give any thought on the cold i might catch the next day, threw of the worry of being hit by a flying board, gave no shit to people staring around. I LIVED the PRESENT to the fullest. It was totally fun and i enjoyed the beauty out of angered nature. I knew the NOW, the second, the minute, the hour and the TIME which would never come back, so i rolled and rolled and hit every moves with the moment. It would forever be embedded inside my heart though it's just a speck of a moment.<br />
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kinleywangchukhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14431900854221186265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265561178794921402.post-32520591510200273352015-03-18T20:50:00.000-07:002015-03-19T10:54:03.594-07:00Man behind the Monk who sold his Ferrari.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Robin Sharma has completely captivated my thoughts in the past few months. My enthusiasm of reading got pushed beyond my interest. His words pinched my soul to awaken, his quotes of wisdom threw sparks of light and his rituals has punched me to think " <i>Thinking is not enough, having knowledge is not enough, you have to pull your ass off to see it turn into action and ultimately into a result</i>".<br />
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I heard about the book "<i> A monk who sold his ferrari" </i>lot of times before and even saw lying on the table of my friend many a times but never reached my hand upon it to flip through the content. It was only one and half a month ago that the i gave a touch on the book when it crossed my sight once again. As if the book was asking me to go through, my instinct told me to read it. I grabbed it and flipped towards the first chapter " <i>The wake up call</i>". Chapter by chapter, as I made my journey along with Julian Mantle and John, my hands resisted to stop even for a toilet break. I continued incessantly trying to chew every wisdom Robin was trying to share through Julian. Every word, every letter seemed to carry invaluable treasure of wisdom on how to live a fulfilling life. <br />
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Master your mind, cultivating and nurturing it with good thoughts to bear a quality life just like a Garden, well cultivated and nurtured bearing blossom full of colourful flowers. But if weeds are made to grow and not uprooted time to time, blossom ceases to death which relates exactly with the negative thoughts we cultivate and if not thrown out of our mind, it poisons it.<br />
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" <i>The purpose of life is life of purpose</i>", a wonderful 8 word sentence filled with enraptured wisdom. To be satisfied emotionally, materially, spiritually and physically, what are one's life goals? priorities? and how can one achieve it? One has to invent one's microscope of mind to magnify, focus, analyse and make sure one's priorities of life are put forward first and all of the rest kept aside at the second. The wisdom goes on and on with each passing line. Rituals of improving lifestyle professionally and personally for any class of people and for any age group is portrayed with out most practical reasoning for anyone to understand easily and apply to one's life.<br />
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Robin has brought about all the ways to transforms one's, actually anyone's life into a miracle of change to live a happy life so that when we lay down on our deathbed, our hearts are filled with satisfaction and to close our eyes with pride while we breathe our last.<br />
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After i completed reading the book, bubbles of inspiration boiled inside me. I wanted to learn more of it, read more of his books. I browsed through net and discovered the series of books in continuation to his first book . On youtube, i got hold of his vblog where he shared his wisdoms audio-visually and also came across his <a href="http://www.robinsharma.com/">website</a>. Luckily, one of my friend had three more his books. I completed reading "<i>Leadership wisdom AND who will cry when you die</i>?" as well and now I am on my way through the pages of " <i>The leader who had no Title</i>". Seed of wisdom learned from him is already planted inside me. I am seeing the life in completely new perspective and i am sure millions around the globe has realized it as well. <br />
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People who think "<i>i am worth nothing</i>", people who feel " <i>i am hopeless or now its too late</i>", leaders who think Leadership comes only with titles, those people who are always into excuses, people who always sleep thinking" <i>my life has no meaning</i>" and those of you who always believed " <i>Greatness is achieved only by those with inborn talents "</i>, you got to pull your ass off the bed and grab one of Robin Sharma"s book and infuse the profound wisdom he shares through his remarkable creativity of rituals by which one can live life full of richness of mind, body and soul both materialistically and spiritually. </div>
kinleywangchukhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14431900854221186265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265561178794921402.post-81728086024658065842015-02-20T20:49:00.000-08:002015-02-20T22:47:38.256-08:00To My KING: LONG LIVE!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Gratitude unfathomable to all the energies in the world, being united to pour all the magical and mystical power to give birth to a wonderful soul in the tinniest land of blue planet.<br />
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Almighty of all beings, twinkling of smile fixed with beam of hope and encouragement to all the young souls. Brother of all, shielding protection from all the negativities and unpleasantness. Son to the wrinkled souls, offering sturdy shoulder without a slightest fatigue. A companion to all ages, playmate to all young and old, friends to all poor and rich, this is our brother, our son, our friend, our KING!</div>
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May the Trees deliver energy of long life, may the flowers dip the nectar of sweetness, may the wind bring fragrance of pleasure, may the rivers carry the tide of laughter, may the sun shower rays of joy and may the rainbow spark colour of happiness to our Beloved king JIGME KHESAR NAMGYAL WANGCHUCK. Happy Birthday to you!!</div>
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kinleywangchukhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14431900854221186265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265561178794921402.post-49136142612909489772015-02-01T01:13:00.000-08:002015-02-01T06:27:00.300-08:00BLOGGER AWARD: Thank you<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Visualizing my self slowly pulling my butt off and walking towards the majestic stage of "<i>Blogyul bloggers award</i>" , I see there on the stage, standing four award winners handing over me my blogger award. <br />
Thank you very much all of you. My friend, Monu for always being an encouraging icon for me regarding writings and blogging. Ms. Sherub Pelmo, Mr. Ugyen Tenzin and Jigme Zangpo for awarding me with this award which I wonder if I really deserved it. <br />
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More than me being an inspiration, I presume it to be an encouraging key to unlock further more that's inside me and to keep myself pushed on with my writings. Thank you once again friends.<br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #3a3a3a; font-family: 'Calisto MT', Times, serif; line-height: 24px;">Here is few rules to be followed by Award Recipient ;</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #3a3a3a; font-family: 'Calisto MT', Times, serif; line-height: 24px;">1. Thank the person with link who nominated you for thankfulness creates happiness.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #3a3a3a; font-family: 'Calisto MT', Times, serif; line-height: 24px;">2. Display the Award on your blog for one may love to see one's award.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #3a3a3a; font-family: 'Calisto MT', Times, serif; line-height: 24px;">3. Sincerely, describe seven points about yourself for others shall know you.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #3a3a3a; font-family: 'Calisto MT', Times, serif; line-height: 24px;">4. Nominate fifteen bloggers for the award through links and inform them about the nomination for they will also love to feel great to have received the award and multiply happiness.</span><br />
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I doubt if I really know myself completely but let me try it anyhow:..hehe<br />
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1. Nature lover: greenery of environment, colurful flowers all over, butterflies, fresh water streams, morning breeze and dawn, every thing of natures miracle is what helds my arms open in air.<br />
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2. Slow leaner: Catching up of a concept strolls in a snails pace with me. And I am very bad at long time memory retaining . I usually forget easily if I don't keep it touch with something everyday.. I am afraid I would catch up Alzemier's disease soon..Please pray I don't..Lol!<br />
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3. I don't get angry easily. I try to dump out evils things that I hear in one ear out from another. But when the boat crosses the river's limit, things get boiled up to the maximum. Be aware you guys!!.:p..<br />
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4. I love going for a long drive during dusk, when the city lights have just started to lit with soft western country side songs being played from the background. This is the scene pictured in my mind to have it done when I have my own car. For now, I rejoice imaginning.<br />
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5. I try to be optimistic about everything but this days, pessimism is getting rooted. I am reading the book<br />
<i>the secret</i>' and hope to learn all the theories of law of attraction and uproot the bad thoughts soon.<br />
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6. I am silent person in a crowd but wild with my close fellows. <br />
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7. I love my parents more than anything in this world and there is one more parent living inside my heart. GOD!.<br />
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Well, here are my nominees. Few are those who inspires me a lot and few are those whom I want then to be inspired and encouraged. Tried possibly to exclude those who are nominated already but I love all your writings.<br />
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1. <a href="http://www.tsheringyangzo.blogspot.in/">Tshering Yangzom</a><br />
2.<a href="http://www.horticulturetg.blogspot.in/">Tashi Gyem</a><br />
3.<a href="http://www.sangaycholdenduba.blogspot.in/">Sangay Cholden Duba</a><br />
4.<a href="http://www.lungchuk.blogspot.in/">Lungten Wangchuk</a><br />
5.<a href="http://www.rikkuwrites.blogspot.in/">Riku Dhan</a><br />
6. <a href="http://www.kelzangdawa.blogspot.in/">Kelzang Dawa</a><br />
7. <a href="http://www.sangaycthinley.blogspot.in/">Sangay Thinley</a><br />
8. <a href="http://www.sangayphuntsho.blogspot.in/">Sangay Phuntsho</a><br />
9. <a href="http://www.chokigyeltshen.blogspot.in/">Choki Gyeltshen</a><br />
10. <a href="http://www.shingkhar.blogspot.in/">Pelden Sonam Nima</a><br />
11. <a href="http://www.namgangchejey.blogspot.in/">Namgang Chejey</a><br />
12. <a href="http://www.snovu.blogspot.in/">Sonam Norbu</a><br />
13. <a href="http://www.saachad9.blogspot.in/">Shacha Dorji</a><br />
14. <a href="http://www.nimddoblog.blogspot.in/">Nima </a><br />
15. <a href="http://www.sancharai.blogspot.in/">Sancha Rai</a><br />
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kinleywangchukhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14431900854221186265noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265561178794921402.post-19147466232370178172015-01-30T20:49:00.000-08:002015-02-01T01:46:10.327-08:00Towards the Namdroling paradise. Part 3.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Into the heavenly realms of <em>gaylug</em>, <em>kagyud</em> and <em>nyingma</em> studies, inserting purity of sacredness in the form of blessing, we had ourself inside every monastery towards every reach from our stay. <br />
Magnificently standing there for more than 30 years, the temples are the echo of thousand tibetans crying for their homeland, monks for their religious freedom and childrens for their himalayan toys. The traditions and cultures well preserved and the temples destroyed in Tibet are rebuilt in every part of their refugee settlements. It is so painful to learn that the rinpoches and great lamas of Tibet are all struggling to keep their Tibet alive for the future generations, moving around the world spreading the message of non- violence. <br />
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After feeling spiritually satisfied, we reached back to our dormetory and there was our proprieter, our boju, 76 year old angaay. She invited us for a tea and we had a long conversation about her family and her life. Winkles marked around her face but smile shinning ever green, softly would her voice flow with an accent of a pure tibetan. She showed her care towards us like her own grandchildren and we could feel presence of grandmotherly love. She lives there all by herself, a house built by her son who is a khenpo. She says, " <em>with my Sons prayers, I can still run, move and jump like a child</em>" when we said, she looks so strong even at that age. <br />
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The next morning, when we were to leave, she again invited us for tea and it was very touching she had woken up early, keeping a small glass of milk to prepare us a tea. She gave us a wonderful hug and a kiss when we came out of house. A bell of emotional thud surrounded our heart. It was as though we were going back to college after being on a vacation with our famiily.<br />
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Brightly colored spectrum of <em>VIBGYOR</em> scattered into an arc above the shinning golden plated statues as if the god and goddesses of heaven has seated immobile guarding the purity of the sacred temple. A sudden gush of peaceful feeling prick the heart of every viewer visiting for the first time as soon as the arc of heavenly rainbow is spotted. <br />
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"Gateway towards the paradise", should it had been, the entry majestically leads to <em>Zangdopelri</em> and the huge golden temple. Trees well nurtured which were planted years before when <em>Penor Rinpoche</em> with few monks took refuge in this land after the Tibetan invasion, has now shooted up so beautifully that a remarkable difference can be made between the vegetation within the monastic premises and the vegetation little bit further away.<br />
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It is said that the temple was built with only 300 rs that His Holiness <em>Penor Rinpoche</em> had when he first came there in 1960s. Only the ground floor was built at first, slowly the 2nd,3rd and the 4th were added.<br />
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With a sacred expression of sadness, the ground floor carries the statue of Guru Rinpoche and it is said when <em>Penor Rinpoche </em>had himself liberated from the earth, the statue grieved as well and a marked difference in its expression is recorded in a footage before and after the His Holiness. It was un-believable.<br />
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Up above on the 2nd floor had the statue of <em>Guru Rinpoche</em> with his two consorts on either sides. Towards the left was the <em>Penor Rinpoche</em>'s statue in a meditating position. After he breathed his last, his body had been in that position for 7 days. <br />
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"GOLDEN TEMPLE", as it is said to have been named by a foreigner and is spread like wise, lies few meters away from the <em>Zangthopelri.</em> A small opening leads way into a giant hall with giant statues of Lord Buddha at the mid<em>dle, Guru Padmasambhawa</em> towards the right and <em>Yepamey</em> statue to the left in the far end of the hall. The walls painted brightly depicting the history of god and goddesses in their search towards truth, attaining nirvana and subdueing the evils.<br />
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kinleywangchukhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14431900854221186265noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265561178794921402.post-72250069562814979282015-01-26T10:10:00.000-08:002015-01-28T08:47:33.319-08:00Towards the Namdroling Paradise..part 1..<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The journey on the plain pavements of India usually carries me swiftly without disturbances through my throat but this time i felt my head spinning as soon the pungent smell of bus poked into my nose as my journey towards the paradise i longed to go for till now kick started. <br />
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Its was 9.30 p.m. Lights off but the rays from television screen hanged on the metal wall near the first front seats hit brightly over us. <br />
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There we were in the middle of Bangalore city with our heads too heavy as if a pumpkin had been placed above and as if the pool of liquid were all dancing inside. In such condition we stepped into the second bus and sleep of tiring journey knocked us out for almost 5 hours with sun radiating directly upon us from the window. With dust swirled yellow around our hair and robe, we reached the heart of Mysore town. It was similar to any other indian town, busy with traffic, shops everywhere and film poster pasted on every wall. <br />
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As we neared towards our destination, the air itself seemed to be welcoming us with fragrance of multi-coloured flags and <em>lungdar</em> raised onto trees and houses.<br />
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The vegetation greened with tall evergreen trees, beautiful flowers, and grasses grown well carpeted over the earth even at this season of the year. The place felt truely blessed. Well, a familiar looks with red robe and shaved head riding a bike ran in a sudden gush towards the way opposite to ours and finally, we had ourself on the pathway leading the heaven of Mysore Buddhist monastery<br />
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We called our host, a bhutanese monk who was a relative of our friend. He greeted us with a charming smile on his face and three of us went in search of a room. All the monastic guest houses were packed, even the rest of the hotels outside were full. Tired and weary, we went into further search and finally an old women proprietor of two storied house at her seventies rented two of us her room underground which was quite big at 200 per night. We took a shower and finally took a relaxing nap till we dozed off completely. <br />
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kinleywangchukhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14431900854221186265noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265561178794921402.post-5134650661794654752014-12-15T01:46:00.000-08:002014-12-15T01:46:39.662-08:00A Glimpse Towards My Future Profession.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Almost 2 months into the
atmosphere of Drukyul . Pleasurable moments of chill air hugging all over my
heat rusted skin in the evening and ice cold kisses in the morning and warmth
of the winter sun, hussssshhhh!, something I longed for and yeah! I am chewing
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Well, all over excuses again of
not having access to the internet to blog but this time I was a bit busy than
the usual vacation. I sure did miss you dearest bloggy but I sure did keep in
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I applied in as an intern in the National
Referral Hospital here in Thimphu and yes! Thimphu <i>tshoten menkhang</i> is all about being busy. I entered into my so
to be future world since two months back like a man with scarf wound around my
eyes with least practical knowledge and with a will to get some light of hope
with the work flow. Laboratory section in particular is one of busiest with
samples dropping in in bulk without a stop, the section further being divided
into hematology, biochemistry, histopathology, microbiology and blood bank. It
is through it with which most of the diagnosis of diseases are made and
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slightly make out what was what and how things worked out. Despite that, there
were few which made us feel bad about our lack of capabilities in some
field without the slightest idea of the
kind of environment with which we
struggled hard to scribble things from nowhere and trying to pour in knowledge
from the can which had actually never had experience of carrying its
burden. We don’t blame our self for not
knowing much for we tried to push our self hard, we don’t blame our professors
nor our college, it is rather contentful in blaming our fate for having to face
such challenges with not even a smallest knot to catch hold on for the support
back then. With a hope to gain those missed hand of support, we made our mind
to be an intern of our motherland environment. Never did we have the slightest
pride of being a degree holder nor did we ever
disrespect anyone but we surely did get our self mistaken by assuming
everyone to be frank. We shall take this positively and try to the be the
flower which blooms little bit later in a more fascinating way than those who
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filled with fun and a moment of remembrance. Blind folded scarf fell down and down with time and my eyes could now
see a little more further. Observing the work flow and understanding the system
was what we aimed for one month of our stay for we had limited time. I am just so fascinated by how organized our
hospital is. The Quality Control Scheme is well regulated and all the staffs
are strictly observant about it. Serious laboratory working mentality and
strict procedure follow up was something that we were not exposed to back in
our college. We are so much glad to have had some hand in hand and eye in eye experience in it. If it was in our hand, i would be more
delighted to continue our internship of 6 months here since the environment is
far better here but as per our college curriculum, we have to perform in our
college itself. So I am left with half of the scarf un-fallen which I would
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kinleywangchukhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14431900854221186265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265561178794921402.post-50549325100967232382014-10-02T19:48:00.001-07:002014-10-02T19:51:19.581-07:00Coming home again!!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
There is no other joy greater than the joy of knowing that you are going back to your country, your people, your home and your family after a long, long years stay outside. Every year, at this point, excitement builds, energy thrives and patience struggles as the mind is hurried to make a go and step on the earth of motherland.<br />
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I am done with my final year as of now till the result is out which would probably be during January month, which means i have an extra days, weeks and a month to be spent this time at home unlike previous vacations which would only be for a month.<br />
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Enthusiasm and marbles of anxiety is jumping inside me. Many thoughts and feeling, unexplainable excitement is taking over me these days. Being out of the borders, browsing net, reading and viewing the events, news, programmes and seeing the pictures of our family gone to a picnic, pilgrimage, adventures etc, makes us feel so much wanting to be there and be a part of it.<br />
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There's a whole lot of things that is planned inside my head, that i am to do back home. Well, nothing as such but eating <i> job job </i>of bhutanese dish is my first priority in the list which i would not delay even an hour after stepping in the sands of Phuentsholing. I am so done with the bindi, sambar, plain dal, yellow yellow curries whose names which i still do not know. Even the thought of this food chokes me to feel like a vomit. I just wonder how the hell for three long years, have i been eating those. But i am thankful for i have reached till here because of its metabolism.<br />
Red swelled up <i>yuechum, </i>cheessy cheese <i>ema datshi, </i>shiny slime <i>sikam </i>along with giant <i>ema marb </i>and dried <i>norsha gote</i>, ohh!!, the thought of it itself makes my mouth watery.<br />
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Second is to have adventurous rounds in and along the mountainous paths, breath in the mist of fresh and cool air, listen to the birds chirping in the dense evergreen forest. This time, i wil have winter season all to my self. Sweating in the heat of raichur and biting and clapping drama with mosquites has all scalded off my skin rough with red spot appearances. I just wish, snow falls early this year, densely covering whole of thimphu white all over. I haven't seen snow for the past three years and i just got to get covered in it once.<br />
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Well, many more are in my list. I would have it done when the time comes. So nature of Bhutan, wait for me, i'm coming!!!</div>
kinleywangchukhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14431900854221186265noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265561178794921402.post-26589683585633152342014-09-19T00:21:00.001-07:002014-09-19T03:57:03.660-07:00You will all be remembered dearly Dear seniors: Will Miss you all.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Farewell always reminds us the ultimate law of nature, "We are born once to die and we meet, once to depart". Dying is inevitable, we have got no control over that fate. But departure does not really depart us forever, there are moments where we catch up again and relive those days of past.<br />
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Yesterday was the day, a farewell to our seniors, soon to be passing out from the college and stepping into the new phase of their life. They have spent 4-5 years of their time, happy and sad, all together in this college. Being the first Bhutanese students, i'm sure they have had worst first year of their life. Only about seven of them, deserted place, dry and rock occupied location in the corner near the Karnataka-Andhra Pradesh border with people mostly uneducated,backward and they hardly even spoke hindi. Despite all of this discouraging environment, they paved the road and built a small space filled with promising blossoms in this place called Raichur and college of Navodaya Medical College. For the first time, unique Bhutanese names were added with pride to the Navodaya Family.<br />
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As the seed to the college was already planted, the next batch of students got to eat the fruits that had ripened. It was our batch who plucked those fruits of hardship that our seniors sowed before. It was more than 20 of us, bunch and a bundle of us. We were many and they were few, despite that, they gave us the best welcome party and a trip to the Amtalab park. The memories stay afresh and i still remember every moment of it.<br />
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Year by year, more and more Bhutanese got added to the family of Navodaya and finally, "Bhutanese in Raichur" page got established and the first Bhutanese students of association(BSA) formed. Size has bulged a lot now and we can hold the status of being a "china population".:D. The most coolest BSA where we keep "One Nation, One People" as our prime focus and i am sure, there isn't such in other colleges in India(even if there is, ours is the best..lol)<br />
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Our achos and azhims were the roof and pillars for the Bhutanese building blocks. They were the most calm and coolest seniors ever. We have had several problems, we made them go through troubles, embarrassment and still then, they stood strong hard beside us protecting and defending us in every possible way. Now that they are leaving, it feels as if the roof and the pillars are also being blown away by the wind. But there is no way we can hold them back, now its time for them to live their life, settle for the life and get paid for all this years of staring into thick books and striving hard in a process to acquiring knowledge. Once we will also go through it, time which will knock every individual's door.<br />
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Yesterday's programme brought several untold words, appreciation and gratitude, both from juniors as well as from seniors. Thank you Acho Phelgye for sharing about the day of your darkness and we are so glad that you let it out on that special moment. As i told, you are still healthy and handsome that many more girls will love you and we will always pray for you to live 1000 more years(<i>hehe</i>). Thank you all seniors for your advice. All of us will take that as a reminder to why we have come to college. Thank you brothers and sister for actually not being like brothers and sisters but rather treating us like your friends. Acho Ugyen told he felt like a celebrity with cameras flashing from all sides. Well, all of you are like a celebrity to us, a role model who has set an example for us to balance between studies and enjoyment, who taught us to never leave the hand of our beloved and you guys have showed us the role of being a senior not as senior but as a protective elder and a friend. I would also like to thank the nursing seniors who passed out last year, gratitude beholds equally for you guys as well but <i>sorry for we couldn't arrange anything like this last year</i>. Miss you all!<br />
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Thank you juniors and friends as well for your wonderful cooperation.I especially wanted to thank Mr. Jangchuk dorji(<i>we call him John</i>) for showing up "<i>unexpectedly</i>". Well, everybody was shocked but seniors were so glad to have seen coming him forward at a moment like that.<i>Back in hostel, he told me he was quite worried he wont get a chance(hahaha)</i>.Thank you Kamal Potter for your sharing your "<i>otom</i>" incident with Ana sonam choki. It seems her "<i>otom</i>" didn't actually pain you much but rather touched your heart for you admitted the "fact" that you had "crush" on her(if i say so, in your own words). It was a fun 2 hour event, short and sweet.<br />
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Personally, i am so glad you guys liked the gift for i am taking the credit of the idea. Memories of all are scooped and is made in that square which would stay hanged on the wall of your houses in the future reminding you all that you had a fellow juniors like us. A final BIG THANK YOU to you all and i wish you guys luck in the journey ahead of your life.<br />
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kinleywangchukhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14431900854221186265noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265561178794921402.post-20443620779396808022014-09-13T11:47:00.000-07:002014-09-13T11:47:08.010-07:00As i wrote my last exam<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
As if the air, sign of life was losing its clutches from within to enter the impermanence circle and the pricking feeling of mourn towards letting go of something that we have got no control over. As i printed on the words on the paper of my last exam, all the bacteriological terms, pathological conditions that for the past one month, that had kept me clutched in busy around the thick text books which also made my blog remain barren for a long time, more than the delightedness of not having to write any more of the exams, i felt myself mourning for the end of youth days that was coming nearer with each passing day.<br />
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In between the answers that i was writing, it was very unusual to see myself going back in time, flashback memories of my first time in college, every minute and seconds that i spent in and around the college premises just kept on infusing in and going out time to time. While the students all around me were busy, some tensed, some hurryingly scribbling, some chewing the but of pen out but there i was, lost into the fantasy in becoming Walter Mitty. Time seemed so long, my fingers around the pen, eyes on paper but mind was ubiquitously flowing around.<br />
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The exam was probably the last one that i had written as a student( if i am not to get any back paper, hopefully i wouldn't because i was very serious this time being the last). Well final year is done until the result is out and i am then, 6 months away on taking first step of the next stage of my life.<br />
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This time i would have a longer vacation because our internship would start only after the result is declared and for the past two years of my stay here, there has not been a history of results being declared earlier than two months of the exam. So, till then, i will be in our Drukyul only, perks of having to eat more of momos and ema datshis...:D for the longer duration ofcourse!!<br />
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Looking other way round, my mind can't help thinking of how fast the college days have past, the joy of being a youth, a student, coming to almost the "THE END" phase. We often say life as a student is a golden life, it is only when we see the finish line that we realize, yes, indeed it is. There is no turning back, timeline can't be reversed, mistakes can't be corrected, sorrowfulness cannot be erased but surely we can prevent our selves from committing any more mistakes and learn to live a meaningful and happy life ahead.<br />
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The only thing knocking my head now is the thought of one more exam, an exam that would bear the fruit of our 16 years of studying, fruit of flavor unknown. I just pray and hope that the new chairs are born in the hospital and that RCSE, be ready to pull us in, ofcourse, we will try our best as well. :)<br />
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kinleywangchukhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14431900854221186265noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265561178794921402.post-1917071255317957462014-08-04T11:05:00.001-07:002014-08-04T11:34:26.553-07:00Does it really happen with all?? NO??<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Seriously needs to touch some flicks on human psychology. Is it only with me? or it does with some or with all??<br />
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My exams are nearing and in a month or so, i would be having letters and words dancing in my brain randomly, eye bone palpating disco and mind restless with tension. This is what happens few days before my exam and during exam. Just now, certain fear exist in my heart but my brain is lazy to touch the book. Heart says "Son, exams are COMINGGG!". Brain defends " Come on, it isn't TOMORROW!!". It always turns out that the brain always weighs little more than heart in this case. Unless, its.....tomorrow....we never tend to do.</div>
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The clock of three years in college ticked tiger fast. I am amazed again, noticing myself realizing, this has happened all over again. Last year, during the exams, i went through same thought and the same, the year before. First year exam was a hell like experience for me. I had just started my journey through college that in a blink of an eye, i noticed myself sitting on a chair, concentrating on a book, a week before exam. To the peak, i was flying enjoyably with the perks of being in a college life that when the year came to an end, pressure was unbelievably strong. Trying to inject the knowledge of the page infront but constantly, flipping the thick width of pages behind, which i have to complete.I would be like, "<i>yeah!, i am done with this topic!!" . </i>A friend ask you<i>. BLANK!! "I just read that topic, wait, ummm.....yeah....wait, i will see once and i will remember</i>!!" This happened most of the time. Actually, this always happened, even when i was in school. Every thing seemed like fading within few minutes after you studied even when you felt sure that you understood fully on that moment. You flip back on the same topic to take a glimpse once. Clock ticks on the side wall near by. You see "8" with second pointing to 3. You come to an end of two pages. "8" has already become "9" . River of fear rushes suddenly and your pace of studying runs. </div>
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I remember during class twelve, when i used to be in my room studying and when saturated, i would be eagerly waiting for the door to be pushed open and some one come inform me "<i>Dinner is ready, come and eat!</i>". I would jump and run for hand wash. After having a nice meal, then again you get bored with the thought that "<i>Oh no!, i have to resume and take my seat again</i>!" Then i would see my brother and sister playing, watching movies for they would have already done with the exams. How it used to stimulate me to go and join them, but i used to control and pile up the coins of enjoyment to be used on after exam.Sleep deprived, i would say "<i> i will sleep bong bong right after my last exam and do that, do this</i>!!" Well, ironically, when exams are done, the coins of enjoyment and the sleep that i put hold on to enjoy later never comes. After exams i don't feel like doing anything that i desperately wanted to do when hanging on with books. Funny though, it happens.Did it happen only with me?? </div>
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Well, nothing has changed so far. In college, instead of door, its the clock that i keep track time to time. When it hits the mess timing, book close, go jump for it. Meal over and again, "<i>Oh, this is boring!</i>!" I usually wonder, why do we(may be only i) feel bored to study which are actually important for our future and enjoy doing something which are just temporary for now. </div>
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kinleywangchukhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14431900854221186265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265561178794921402.post-87656432223442433782014-08-02T11:15:00.002-07:002014-08-02T11:17:09.276-07:00Friendship from heart has no barrier...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
First week of August is considered a friendship week. The four pictures below made my day today. Hope it ticks a smile on your faces too...HAPPY FRIENDSHIP WEEK!!.:)<br />
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kinleywangchukhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14431900854221186265noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265561178794921402.post-46372804055659678902014-07-29T22:16:00.000-07:002014-07-29T22:28:31.686-07:00OH LORD!!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b><i>Note: The things that i write and label them as poem, may not be exactly the poem. I just write what i feel like to write in a way randomly and it does not come under any forms of poetic classification. </i></b></div>
kinleywangchukhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14431900854221186265noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265561178794921402.post-4599464635151725102014-07-27T06:40:00.000-07:002014-07-27T07:05:18.606-07:00The GIVER: From the pages to On Screen.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Brace yourself class 10 students of 2014 because this year your English 2 subject will be much more fun. The novel Giver that you have as a part of your subject will not only be on the pages but on screen as well. Yes, the Hollywood has done it again. The best seller Lois Lowry's book has now been adapted into a movie. And for those who has already done with 10 standard or who has had the 'Giver' as your favorite novel, let your memories be retrived back with Jonas and the weird community. </span><br />
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kinleywangchukhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14431900854221186265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265561178794921402.post-39841067742078848982014-07-03T23:16:00.000-07:002014-07-03T23:16:11.669-07:00Thank you...Dear Parents.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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subject ticked me for a second. My urge to go through made me click on it. It was a lovely post and the very fact that
“sorry” and “thank you” does not exist in parents-children relationship
especially in Bhutanese society is indeed strongly prevalent and it is a respectable
habit which needs be taken up by all as she mentions. She also highlighted how education and
modernization has taken its toll to the current generation and now even little
kids thank their parents for every thing. It is true and a very overwhelming sight
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Well, reading her post made my “son” button click on and I just
started missing my parents a lot. Thank you Sherab pelmo for I got awakened
from my sleep and “thank you” to my parents will be one word I will try to make
a habit so that it slips easily and spontaneously and let them feel how that small word from their children can
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“Thank you apa, thank you ama”, did I ever thank my parents?
No! I don’t remember saying even once. As soon as I was grown matured enough to
know what’s right and what’s not right, I started thanking them from inside for
the things they did for me. I thanked god for the lovely and loving parents he
gave me, shared with friends many a
times how blessed I felt for having them but I actually never said “thank you”
to them personally, never. There is
actually only two word “thank you”. I could have said it when my father gave me
pocket money every time I went out with friends and to my mother who used to
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Blurr images of myself being a toddler , bathed by my
mother, putting on gho onto me and sending me to school. My father on the other
hand, always hiding his own worries, needs and wants only to fulfill ours and
keep us happy. From those times where I didn’t even know how to wipe my own
snot to now where I have become an adult 22 year old man, now do i come to
realize many things when seeing back onto times. I would like to start by
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As I heard one of my friend say, “<i>we do not have to wait for a
birthday to gift a someone special</i>”, today without waiting for mother’s day
or father’s day, I want to say a “BIG THANK YOU” to both of my parents . A
children will never be able to repay the love bestowed upon them back to their
parents but I wil try to gift even more love back to you two. I will try to
serve you both well with respect when I stand on my feet, the feet that you two held whenever I failed and made me
move on. I may have hurted you both a many times or might hurt you in future
too as no human is perfect, I would like to apologize for my childishness and
say “sorry” in advance for my future wrong doings. I will pray in every life, I
get blessed with parents like you two and in every life of yours, you get loved
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kinleywangchukhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14431900854221186265noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265561178794921402.post-49291298055256450652014-06-30T23:45:00.003-07:002014-06-30T23:46:42.147-07:00Loneliness<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Drop by drop, shiny droplets falls <br />
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Rose smiles as it gets cleansed<br />
With the morning dew freshness<br />
It spreads its beauty to the world<br />
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Sun from the far tip of mountain<br />
Stares brilliantly with its warmth<br />
Rose smiles again and sprouts out its petals<br />
Flowery garment fluff along her happiness<br />
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With the morning breeze she walks<br />
With the rays of sun, she moves<br />
She moves and she moves<br />
Soon does she realizes evil in her<br />
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Red as is her beauty color<br />
So is the print of her darkness<br />
Down till her neck lies all evil<br />
Blood of thrones surround her<br />
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Touch me not, never below my neck <br />
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A pain, painful than any pain <br />
A cry, louder than any loudness<br />
Finally, did she realize the forgotten<br />
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Morning of darkness took it's toll<br />
Dullness surrounded the shrines of her beauty<br />
World never wanted her beauty above<br />
An illusion, haunted with fake happiness<br />
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Droplets dried, petals fell<br />
Fluffiness shrinked and wrinkled<br />
Scooped in her home of cloudiness<br />
She sleeps into her lonely world.<br />
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kinleywangchukhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14431900854221186265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265561178794921402.post-56723384874725250502014-06-15T05:37:00.003-07:002014-06-15T05:38:28.197-07:00I too feel concerned: As a citizen and a youth<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I have never been keen and interested to ever have a say on the politically related matters. I have limited knowledge on politics and my thoughts do not push me confidently enough to break through. With just a speck knowledge that the main purpose behind Democracy is "<i>People's voice</i>" and the representatives shall raise those voices to the reality ground.<br />
Still an amateur but my 21 years of inner maturity and with exposure to the little world that i have managed to crane my neck through to learn about the outside, a sting of concern is instilled in me. I have no great words to share and i doubt if i would be brave enough to raise it extrovertedly, but from this small platform of mine, i could not help but to place my clump of worries and apprehensiveness towards the way our small country is currently running.<br />
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The previous government, as young and fresh as it was, my mind and thoughts was also still a child and i didn't turn a bit to give a look out onto the new system in which our country was to adapt. I have had no view, no thoughts, no concerns. I was as cool as the chilly winter breeze.<br />
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Five years clicked off within no time and 2013 election brought lots and lots of chaos all in and around the country.We have seen how three more parties emerged along with the previous two, how one of the party got disqualified and how another party lost with a mountain difference in the votes. Members of party jumping to another party, how the primary round gave hope to DPT and got sliced off into pieces when PDP took hold over the final round. We have also seen how the foreign media came into to make a difference in the final round with the rumors of our former Primer Minister making up with Chinese minister. A rise in the price of LPG gas, rupee crises and several other factors also was claimed to be have made the votes difference. And most importantly, how the anonymous website BHUTANOMICS revealed and uncovered the darker sides of several politicians or rather puffed the eyes of people with illusion of false dusty informations.<br />
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Post election, everything died down slowly. We saw our former prime minister, then the opposition leader resign and PDP's president took over the seat as a new PM. Every thing of old was replaced with new. Every thing became quite normal with the LPG gas price resuming back to normal, rupee outflow reduced and Bhutanomics talked less then. Mountain of hopes and aspirations from the new government. Most of the ministers and parliamentarians including our own PM were a amateur beginners as a leader to a major population. Despite that most of us placed a hope of seeing a change, a new Bhutan with the vows they made to us. Lots of austerity majors with the kick start of the seat made us believe that the "CHANGE" is soon to come and people could see their hearts smiling and proud with the choice they made.<br />
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Hardly had it been one year with the new government taking seat and austerity measures lighted in, that a sudden discomfort and unpleasant fear has grown in the minds of most people with the way that the current decisions are being made. The start does not seem to be going on well with MPs appearing to be stepping back from their words.The giant, huge vows such as emergency and rescue helicopters made during campaign and several others seems to be disappearing one by one. A delightful emotion was felt when hearing about the pay revision but a sudden disappointment stroked in when the news of 100% vehicle import tax for ordinary people and tax free for the parliamentarians was circulated.. A fatty allowances for fuel and maintenance, driver's, mobile voucher and several other allowances individually for the parliamentarians. I am not sure how the Upper house responded to it and what came the output but it is something which has be looked and thought upon carefully.<br />
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<i>Is it also the case in Bhutan?</i></div>
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I know nothing what's "Behind the scene" case and what is running through the mind of our democratic representatives. May be it might be for the future betterment or it can be like placing our own leg into the mouth of crocodile without having a far vision . But one way or another, all of us know that we are known to be from the land of thunder dragon , unique in every way, though small,filled with Himalaya of happiness, the Gross National Happiness. It was obvious that with the introduction of Democracy, chaos and controversies would pop out naturally. It's the part of it. I do not know if it's possible but i believe we can give a new meaning to it. A democracy which is peace and sugar coated in and out.<br />
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My only concern as a citizen and a youth is that, it is quite a nightmare to imagine our now peaceful country turning into wild rivalry of <i>gundas</i> fighting with each other, people carrying sticks and protesting nearing the gate of parliamentarians houses and giving the meaning of democracy nothing different than other nations. Violence has never brought peace in anyway. It was with patience and the <i>Non-Violence</i> philosophy that led Gandhi to independent India and Aung Sung Su kyi to fair democracy Burma. We are in a way lucky to have started democracy late after witnessing all pro and cons of it from other nations and i believe we should be taking the opportunity to reform everything about it. Though it seems hard but a rough beginning will surely bore a sweet future. It might take years to bring that quality into the system of democracy and the ones who has taken hardship and initiative might not live long enough to see the change but the names will remain in the history with great pride and honor to the the future generations. What more would we want to achieve in our life other than that, in this impermanent land of samsara. A legacy of remembrance and clouds of happiness to all the little ones to lead the country in future following the footsteps that we have taken.<br />
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I do not know which direction our country is moving towards or are lead up to but i, as an individual just hope that our present government has not actually forgotten their vows that they made to the people or even though they have slid a bit away from it, get shaken and realize back that they have 1000 of needy and helpless mouths to be fed, 1000 of weak bones who walked hours to vote for them and 1000 more of those rusty, weak helpless hands who pressed on the button next to your picture believing and putting full trust and faith in you. The tenure has just begun, four more years to come, to show that the people have made the right choice. The beginning might not have been pleasant but make the people smile at the end with immense pride.<br />
I just pray that my nightmare does not turn into reality and i hope next time i want to vote, i do not see people with guns pushing me here and there, forcing me to vote to someone against my wish.<br />
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All the people below have Hopes and aspirations from you!!!<br />
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