To My KING: LONG LIVE!

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.

The day, a country was blessed with a perfect epitome of heavenly abode. The most cherish able gift, the one to be hugged closed near the left side of the chest. 

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!

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!!

May the Curve of Smile always shine on you!! We love you!!

Towards the Namdroling paradise. Part 3.

Into the heavenly realms of gaylug, kagyud and nyingma studies, inserting purity of sacredness in the form of blessing, we had ourself inside every monastery towards every reach from our stay.
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.

With our gelong guide, we visited each and every lhakhang whose doors remain usually closed but was open in all when we reached.

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, " with my Sons prayers, I can still run, move and jump like a child" when we said, she looks so strong even at that age.

 With our Boju!!

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.

With a final goodbye, we made our journey back to our college after feeling fulfilled and packed with blessings.

Towards the Namdroling Monastery. Part 2.

Brightly colored spectrum of VIBGYOR 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.

"Gateway towards the paradise", should it had been, the entry majestically leads to Zangdopelri and the huge golden temple. Trees well nurtured which were planted years before when Penor Rinpoche 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.


  It is said that the temple was built with only 300 rs that His Holiness Penor Rinpoche 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.

Two of us, after our nap for 2 hours, put on our gho and started our venture towards the cleansing our mind into the Zangthopelri Zhingkham.

With a sacred expression of sadness, the ground floor carries the statue of Guru Rinpoche and it is said when Penor Rinpoche 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.

Up above on the 2nd floor had the statue of Guru Rinpoche with his two consorts on either sides. Towards the left was the Penor Rinpoche's statue in a meditating position. After he breathed his last, his body had been in that position for 7 days.

On the 3rd was the Chenrig Zig and the top most had the statue of Lord Buddha.
The temple was a depiction of how the real Zangthopelri existed in the heaven which we ordinary beings would perhaps never get to be there.

"GOLDEN TEMPLE", as it is said to have been named by a foreigner and is spread like wise, lies few meters away from the Zangthopelri. A small opening leads way into a giant hall with giant statues of Lord Buddha at the middle, Guru Padmasambhawa towards the right and Yepamey 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.

Hundreds of indian tourist crawled over the floor, some coming in, some out, mostly snapping pictures. We offered our prayers and headed towards Droelma lhakhang.

The area surrounding monasteries had flowers, green tall trees and grasses growing fresh all over. Well plated flat stones in between as if the sacred garden of heaven was brought plucked from above.  If one wish to experience paradise, Mysore monastery will have you in.

Our first day visit ended with some Tibetan momo and indian biriyani. Traditional Tibetan shops occupied the area outside the gate with ant- like tourist crawling all along the streets. Finally, we headed back to our room for the second night doze off.

Towards the Namdroling Paradise..part 1..

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.

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.

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.
Through the same bus station, we headed onto another 2 hours journey towards khushalnagar from where the GOLDEN TEMPLE of Namdrolling paradise was only 30 minutes.

As we neared towards our destination, the air itself seemed to be welcoming us with fragrance of multi-coloured flags and   lungdar raised onto trees and houses.

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

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.

To be cont.....

You will all be remembered dearly Dear seniors: Will Miss you all.

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.

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.

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.

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)

Our population then(2011)

 Our China population now :D

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.

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(hehe). 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 sorry for we couldn't arrange anything like this last year. Miss you all!

Thank you juniors and friends as well for your wonderful cooperation.I especially wanted to thank Mr. Jangchuk dorji(we call him John) for  showing up "unexpectedly". Well, everybody was shocked but seniors were so glad to have seen coming him forward at a moment like that.Back in hostel, he told me he was quite worried he wont get a chance(hahaha).Thank you Kamal Potter for your sharing your "otom" incident with Ana sonam choki. It seems her "otom" 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.

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.

 Wish you all the best seniors: Never say goodbye!!

A man who thinks from the heart.

A man in Bhutan whom i have never met before, never seen and never heard of has somehow touched my heart with great respect and profound admiration.
His name got captured in my eyes for the first time when he had uploaded the you tube video about the "Girl in Bhutan studying without clothes". The video brought about one of my greatest emotional moments and it also made me realize how lucky i was. I searched him through face book and added him to my friend list. Since then, i have been following his every post and reading about all the great deeds he is doing to the people unprivileged and with poor family background. I couldn't resist but to write few lines about him as an appreciation for his work and doings.

I have least idea about him and his present whereabouts. Most of you must be already knowing him.  Only through his face book profiles and pictures, i have come to know that he was the former Consultant at the World Bank Group and had also been His Majesty's secretariat. Personally i really don't know how he is as a person or anything else but one thing i have come to know that he is a man with "true human heart". Full of compassion and kindness, i can feel in his words. I can see through him, how many people are suffering even in a small country like ours.

Most of us just talk about kindness, helping hands and compassion but always turn our back when it comes to doing it in real. But, i can see him not only as a man of words but a "Man of Action". I have realized how an individual thoughts and actions can bring about a difference in not only in our lives but whole of other lives too. Having to sprinkle power and wealth for a good cause is something that we all got to learn.

Dasho Nima Tshering.

He saved a soul of a baby sitter named Chimi youden who was exceptionally excellent in academics but was in a verge of dropping school because of the financial break down she encountered. With no mother, a sick father and five siblings to take care of, she became hopeless but she found the ray of hope towards a bright golden door of Sir Nima tshering. Despite his busy schedule, he patiently lend his ears to the heart breaking story of Chimi. Giving her what small amount he had and seeking support from other people through social media, Chimi's dream to continue her education resumed.

You surely did made the difference to Chimi giving her the precious gift of 100,000 smile.

Another soul, a lone orphan who at the age from 2, instead of mother's milk, her diet got replaced with alcohol. Unbelievable though but for a mother who couldn't afford a milk powder and had a tiny baby struggling to survive, she couldn't come up with any other way. She never saw her father and lost her mother in a fatal accident. She quotes," life is an unplanned game, you never know what happens next". Like wise, i guess, she didn't know that she would meet a person who would change the course of her fate and bring life in her. She is said to be an academic topper, a painter, writer and a singer. Great indeed, multi-talents grew in her with the love and support from the angel unknown.

Painting from the drunk baby girl who grew up to be multitalented by Dasho Nima's love and support. Priceless indeed.

Class 10 passed but couldn't get the cut off point of 61% is a boy name Phurpa Wangdi. He recalls the day of examination during which he fell sick and somehow knew that his fate slipped through his hands. Seems, he knew only one person could get his fate back. He made contact with Sir Nima Tshering and guess what, nobody leaves empty handed through the door an angel's home. Sir Nima, sought help and made ties with other friends and finally gave Phurpa to live his life again.

With his honest support and compassion for people, a profound respect and inspiration has grown in my heart and i am sure in many other hearts as well. Only a person who thinks from the heart can see the deep core of struggle in everyone's soul. Only a person like him can a give Nu.500 to a girl who asked for only Nu.50 and only a person like him will stop his car and give a ride to a poor man struggling in a heavy rain with his two little kids.

Like wise, i do not know to how many others, he brought light to their darkness but i want to salute him for his deeds and support for noble causes. He brought life in those lifeless soul but along with that, your work has awaken the human in other people who are always busy in their own life and never give an eye to those un privileged people who just walk pass by us.

A Man indeed with a real human heart: Dasho Nima Tshering.

SALUTE !!!