Hibernating Blogger Comeback

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.

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.
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.

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.  

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, "whatever happens, it happens for a good" 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.

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.

 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.

Well, i thought to cover up with few excuses(hehe) why my blog was lost but landed up writing about my first time experience into the new phase of my life. But, i think all those in my thoughts hooked me and seized my hands for a very long moment. I will not dissappoint myself or others anymore and keep the update for i got lots of things to write and share about. So, please keep visiting my blog.

Listening to Chetan Bhagat....

Through the majestic entrance of the only 5 star Hotel in our country, the mountain echoe festival attracted many writer, author, poet and the passionate amateurs inside the TAJ Tashi for the 3^rd and final day. But the special thing about attending the 3^rd 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 turn to come up, Mr. Chetan Bhagat.

As I strolled slowly through the corridor down the stairs, there was an  epic display of wonderful photographs of Birds of Bhutan. Down I went, to my right, gigantic glass 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,  did I come to know the amazing art of bird’s photography displayed outside was the work of the man on the stage. AMAZING!

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 the lanterns arranged beautifully on the wheel hanging on the ceiling was an exotic view.

couldn't help but to take picture of this shiny lanterns.....

Next, Her Royal Queen Mother Ashi Sangay Choden Wangchuk launched the Book “MARG: Arts Of Bhutan” followed by the conversation between Monisha Ahmed, Yeshey Dorji and Azha Karma.

It was then 1:40 p.m.  Chetan Bhagat was to be in, anytime. All were gathered inside with every little space occupied, even with some standing and craning their neck to see 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 attire and his joke about the feeling of wearing a skirt with winds blowing in gave a pretty strong crack of laughter from the audience.

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 Chetan in India and how the challenge of doing something which he feared like joining  as a judge in “Nach Baleyeh” dancing show has given him a new strength. It was a fun 30 minutes to listen to his talks with humorous crack of jokes  time to time.

and thats kamal struggling to get a snap!!hehe.

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 asking him many questions.

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 again, next time for a longer conversation.

yeah! poor boy...so sad...could manage only that much....:D

I stayed for sometime listening to “Dancing Earth”, conversations between the poets from two mountainous native places. Mr.Ngangom and Ms.Janice Patriat from north eastern state of India recited their poems with Dipika chetri from Bhutan giving in hers.

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.

Prelims freaky Sunday

“You may start writing”, the examiner announced.

And the race for the entry into the civil service STAGE 1 kick started.  Whisper of papers flipping forward and backward was the only sound inside the tensed four walls of the room with graduates carefully shading the OMR sheet onto their respective choices, some well analyzed and some with mere luck.

Mine wasn’t any exception. Time was passing by as if being 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 examination. Despite the practice, it did trouble me but I could gather myself back to normal gradually.

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 examiner would give no mercy of extra time.

After the sweat drenching two and half hour examination, the 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 having to go door to door.

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 the hand of marriage..(:D).

Almost two weeks for the results to be declared and for 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 hope for me as for many others.  

Connecting with the Nature.......

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.

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.

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.
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.

(That's not me by the way....neither in the previous picture.. !!..i couldn't get captured a perfect picture, so i let the fun of my write up get flavoured by the best picture through the source: GOOGLE.)...WINK!!

Have a nice day...!!!!

Man behind the Monk who sold his Ferrari.

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 " 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 heard about the book " A monk who sold his ferrari"  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 " The wake up call".  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.

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.

" The purpose of life is life of purpose", 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.

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.

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 website. Luckily, one of my friend had three more his books. I completed reading "Leadership wisdom AND who will cry when you die?" as well and now  I am on my way through the pages of " The leader who had no Title". 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.

People who think "i am  worth nothing", people who feel " i am hopeless or now its too late",  leaders who think  Leadership comes only with titles, those people who are always into excuses, people who always sleep thinking" my life has no meaning" and those of you who always believed  " Greatness is achieved only by those with inborn talents ", 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. 

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.....

A Glimpse Towards My Future Profession.

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 it to the fullest.

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 touch with the post of my fellow bloggers through my phone.

I applied in as an intern in the National Referral Hospital here in Thimphu and yes! Thimphu tshoten menkhang  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 confirmed clinically.

With supportive and frank staffs all around, I could find some transparency through the scarf with which I could 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 bloom all together in one go.

Well , sorry part was only a paragraph, rest  of the story were all 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 expect myself to learn slowly in the future with encouraging staff and supportive working environment . 

Fresh Laboratory competitors.

Coming home again!!!

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.

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.

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.

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  job job 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.
Red swelled up yuechum, cheessy cheese ema datshi, shiny slime sikam along with giant ema marb and dried norsha gote, ohh!!, the thought of it itself makes my mouth watery.

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.

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!!!

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!!

As i wrote my last exam

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.

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.

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.

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!!

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.

Waiting for this hat to sit on the head!!!:)

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. :)

OH LORD!!!

May lord Love and protect them, if it's the right thing to do.......
Amateur, enthusiastically blind, young, innocent(may not be), they had been.....
But Punish them if sins unforgivable is done.....
The world knows nothing of them.....
Because they chose to keep their loved ones away from ache.....
Masked upon by the cover of so called love, not because they didn't love, but they cared for each other....
Oh Lord!! Only they know what they have done....
Oh lord!! Only you know whether the did right or wrong....
River of emotions ran again and again in them......
Rain of samsara soaked them time to time....
Reminded of impermanence and the call of death to be unexpected....
They kept the peace alive.....they did it, truely from soul...only lord, do you know that....
Rush of anger and lost of patience...
During a time unknown, place unknown....
May lord forgive them, may lord punish them....
For they have done unknowingly or may be with knowledge( without realization).....
No live is permanent and nothing is forever......
So, by your Grace, may they be freed from this cycle of suffering.....
One day if not today......one night if not tonight....
Oh Lord!! Oh lord!!

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. 

Loneliness

Drop by drop, shiny droplets falls                                

Rose smiles as it gets cleansed
With the morning dew freshness
It spreads its beauty to the world

Sun from the far tip of mountain
Stares brilliantly with its warmth
Rose smiles again and sprouts out its petals
Flowery garment fluff along her happiness

With the morning breeze she walks
With the rays of sun, she moves
She moves and she moves
Soon does she realizes evil in her

Red as is her beauty color
So is the print of her darkness
Down till her neck lies all evil
Blood of thrones surround her

Touch me not, never below my neck                            

A pain, painful than any pain          
A cry, louder than any loudness
Finally, did she realize the forgotten

Morning of darkness took it's toll
Dullness surrounded the shrines of her beauty
World never wanted her beauty above
An illusion, haunted with fake happiness

Droplets dried, petals fell
Fluffiness shrinked and wrinkled
Scooped in her home of cloudiness
She sleeps into her lonely world.

Studying without clothes: Story of Sangay Wangmo

I felt a sudden jerk in my throat, my eyes got numb with tears and i felt my heart crying when i saw the video of this little girl called Sangay wangmo. She had a face filled with innocence, having put on an old clothe given by other people.

As she spoke, her voice made something pinch in me and as she went on telling the story of struggle she was going through, thick tears rolled down my cheek as i couldn't resist.

We tend to complain about going to school, quarrel with parents to do the homework, fight with teachers for having got a scolding for not doing the work properly. Well this little girl is instead fighting her emotions, defending herself against all pro and cons of the pathetic life she is having only to pursue 'education'. Among st  the 8 siblings, she is the only one going to school. After the death of her father, mother became regular with drinking, her three elder siblings dropped the school, three younger ones were given away for adoption and one found his way to religious path. She was the only one who refused to drop school even though she knew her mother won't be able to support her. Hand on hand with the thorns of life, she continued her schooling with the peck of supports she got from the people feeling pity on her and moved on with constant pace.

 I salute her for her determination and hope with hopeful prayers that she achieves what she dreams of life and get what she wants.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4W_wuyFL0mc: this is the link if you wish to watch her story too.

Memories never to come back

Fresh,cold and chilly air,i could feel. All around me,beautiful thick,deep white snow, falling only once in a year would take me to the heaven...i would enjoy all the natures luxury there. Spreading its purity all throughout my body giving me the essence joy of dirt being cleaned away,chilly air from my nose and mouth goes inside washing off all the impurities sheltering inside my trillion cells.. Unexplainable delightness would run through me coming to see snow once or twice in a year and i would rewind my life 10 years back..

During winter,in one of those days,i would open my eyes and jump to the window just to find out how bountifully the snow has covered the entire area under his rule with its warmth of whiteness. Without washing my face,i would put on some warm robes and go running outside without putting on the gloves because the profound joy i got while touching the snow without gloves didn't give me the same feeling with gloves put on.As if walking on the foot path of paradise land and as if someone far away is waiting for my arrival,i would love the sensation of stepping on the soft white ground and would keep on moving linearly till i come to find a long line of alternate foot print while turning back..That smiling face i made while making the snowman inserting two marbles as his eyes and a thick stick as the nose, that laughable moments i shared with my tiny friends while playing snow ball fight till our hands became red hot and numb,that memory where we would go running inside rubbing our hands and without removing of the snow particles from our clothe,we would just go and sit near the bukharies and heaters only to be found with wet floor and  being scolded by our parents..hehehe..
Rejoicing memories it was,which has now become the old copy of my life but still my lips stretches into a smile flashing back those every hour,every minute and every seconds i spent with the nature.When would i have the same time come again so that i can resurface those wonderful time spent with my fellow friend  snowyy!!

 I wish i had the time machine so that i can switch back the time and enjoy those days of my life to the fullest with SNOWMAN and SNOWBALLS.