Feeling the Missing........

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.

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.

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.

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.

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,," You all pulled me out of the dark ocean into which i was almost neck down". 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.

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.

My 1 melancholy life in Mongar became 10 strong band of happiness by the end of the year.
 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.

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, "Nothing is Permanent". 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.

Priority always to my parents. I now accept the gamble of Khorwa. 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.

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!.

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.

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. 

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.

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. 

Thank you...Dear Parents.

“How often do we thank our parents?”, the right side of Ms. Sherub Pelmo’s blog page read.  The 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  to see such relationships between parents and children.

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 bring a smile on their face.

“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 hurryingly prepare warm hot food and serve me when I came tired, hungry  from outside.

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 thanking them from here, from written words into my blog.

As I heard one of my friend say, “we do not have to wait for a birthday to gift a someone special”, 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 even more. 

When trust is no longer left.

'Trust" is a word which comes to our mind when we share something very secretive about our self or anything to someone, a someone whom we know very closely and believe in him/her and feel rejoice sharing. Usually when we are happy, we tend to bounce up and down sharing our good news with everyone but if we are going through a tough period of our life filled with stress and misfortune,no one trustworthy and comfortable enough to let know our feelings, we dig a pit deep inside our heart and keep them locked inside. Suddenly a turning point strikes our way and we meet someone whom we feel so comfortable to be with that the door of hidden secrets is opened and we tend to share everything with the person clearing off the huge burden that was feeding off our thoughts of pure mind and happiness. We get totally engulfed by the comfort zone provided by the warm hands of the person that we tend to get fully depended upon the person. A small act of him/her matters a lot to us. A small mistake of them tend to leave a big print on us.Still then, we keep clinging on them ignoring the small act of ill behaviors and keeping moving with them. With time, when the hand of comfort zone gets dirty with the mud of fed up thoughts, then there, every rigid corner of trust turns delicate suddenly and falls into like a glass pieces on the hard surface of the ground. There, a new set of wounds appear and this time, caused by the same person which cleared the previous wound. and again, life keeps moving and again we meet another healer of the wound and this cycle of trust and breaking of trust continues.

Like a trash we fall when our trust is broken and like a spring, we wake up again when with time, everything becomes alright. we always forget that, all the people around are also human and no one is perfect. We expect the person we trust to be perfect in every ways and when unexpected occurs, everything is left with a dark stain of bad memories. We do not understand that the person whom we trusted would have also expected and trusted more from us which we might have failed to understand and finally land up getting angry without trying to get into the shoes of the person. Guess what, this is what life seems to be. Totally unexplainable and difficult to understand.

We trust someone very badly and the same person breaks it mercilessly. And the one whom we do not trust comes out to be very trustworthy, may be for a short period of time. Nothing is permanent, not even the thoughts. Friends to friends, brothers to brothers and especially between girl and a boy. A modern era with modern thinking, it is said, changing relationships like changing clothes, breaking trust, nothing seems hard i guess, no one damn cares what the world will think. 'Trust' has become a toy of fun, but the thing is, who ever plays it blindly gets wounded very badly at last. This is again something unexplainable. Everyone who is in this game is anyhow right in their own way. Only the thing which is common is, everyone is finally left with an empty bowl of painful memories to rethink.

Life is indeed unpredictable and  as someone said, "everyone in this world are pretenders". Very true, however may be the person at present, we never know what color we will bear in the future. Life turns here and there like a twisted branches that we got no idea, what situations will make us to do and how the life will test us.

When HE said.......

When he told he felt something while watching you from distance - it was one of the greatest truth he ever told to anybody.

When he said your smile radiated toxins of attractive beauty which he failed to notice before- it was the most honest compliment from the deep core of his heart.

When his heart started to beep in unusual manner- he knew, that time his heart wasn't with him, it was with you.

When he finally said, he want to give a part of his heart to be grafted with yours- it wasn't just words, it was the words worth more than 13 million dollars that you can earn in 13th day of a month every year.

When he asked you for a date, he asked for the memories of Love that he wanted to nurture and care all along the journey of his life with you.

When he told he wanted to marry you, he didn't just say it, he meant that because he knew he couldn't give a daughter in law more better than you to his parents.

When you said NO every time, he believed that he would change that to YES one day.

When he saw you being close to others other than him, he wasn't being possessive, he was just afraid that he was not making you comfortable enough for you to approach him first..

When friends moked him about you spending time with others instead of him, he consoled himself that it was going to change one day, one day you won't have space other than him.

When he got angry with you, he expected you to understand 'WHY' he was angry, not to hear you say, 'I don't like you doing that'.

When he comforted you with Lies sometimes, he wasn't expecting you to see him as liar. He was just not brave enough to see you hurt with his mistakes.

IF and only IF you had that powerful heart to dig inside him  and see through his eyes, you guys won't be this way. It wasn't a fault of either of you two. You had your own expectations and your own willingness. You did like him but couldn't understand him at all, neither did he to you. And relationship without understanding is just like a earth without Oxygen,. You will suffocate and die within your own surroundings.

Strongest love in the world

Mothers' love will never die......!!! Strongest bond!!

LOVE UNLOVED

Simple, smily, kind-hearted, beautiful

She is been described

Never seen her, never talked with her

Pictures and words touches a lot though

Hi! Hello! says she

Doubts the man who said ' i love you'

Did he really mean that, doubt!

But has got soft corner around.

Ain't beautiful is how she describes herself

His mind turns deaf ear

Friends' say not that beautiful

Is she really not?

God makes couple in heaven

Destined is what people refer to

Are they really destined?

Neither of them sure

Has fate brought them in contact

Will they cherish forever

If so, let pray come true

For two yellow roses to be a red

Forever and forever....!

Always there with you

Seeing the beauty of your beauty
Thinking it not to be illusion
I give myself a smile
For i get sad for not able to see  you
My mind isn't in my control
Lost in inner self,i have got no way


In the core of my body
Lies a precious diamond
Though my luck is shortened
That my diamond cannot be given
No help could my luck provide
Sad it is

Togetherness not fate it is
Nor marriage is written in it
Uniting of souls and soulmates
Life it gives,the one with true love
Sadness is not to be meant
Fate isn't there with us
Though love would always shine within
Forever and forever!!!!

Will be always waiting for u!!!