Munching up the Inspirational Nectars.

“What ever we do, it’s just a drop in an ocean but if we do not do, the ocean will miss that one drop” Mother Teressa.

“Live as if you were to die tomorrow, learn as if you were to live forever” Mahatma Gandhi.

“Do more than exist- live

Do more than touch- feel

Do more than look-observe

Do more than read- absorb

Do more than hear-listen

Do more than listen- understand”: John H. Rhoades.

“Believe you can and you are halfway there”: Theodore Roosevelt.

“When you were born, you cried while the world rejoiced. Live your life in such a way that when you die, the world cries while you rejoice”: Ancient Sanskrit saying.

“If a man is called to be streetsweeper, he should sweep streets even as Michalangelo painted, or Beethoven composed music ,or shakespheare wrote poetry. He should sweep the streets so well that all the hosts of heaven and earth will pause to say, here lived a great streetsweeper who did his job well”: Martin Luther King, Jr.

“Destiny is not a matter of chance, it is a matter of choice; it is not a thing to be waited for, it is a thing to be achieved”: William Jennings Bryan

“Before, I was clever, so I tried to change the people;Now I am wise, I try to change myself”:unknown

“If opportunity doesn’t knock, build the door” :Milton Berle

“It does not matter how slowly you go as long as you do not stop”: Confucious

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...!!!!

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!!!

Does it really happen with all?? NO??

Seriously needs to touch some flicks on human psychology. Is it only with me? or it does with some or with all??

My exams are nearing and in a month or so, i would be having letters and words dancing in my brain randomly, eye bone palpating disco and mind restless with tension. This is what happens few days before my exam and during exam. Just now, certain fear exist in my heart but my brain is lazy to touch the book. Heart says "Son, exams are COMINGGG!". Brain defends " Come on, it isn't TOMORROW!!". It always turns out that the brain always weighs little more than heart in this case. Unless, its.....tomorrow....we never tend to do.

The clock of three years in college ticked tiger fast. I am amazed again, noticing myself realizing, this has happened all over again. Last year, during the exams, i went through same thought and the same, the year before. First year exam was a hell like experience for me. I had just started my journey through college that in a blink of an eye, i noticed myself sitting on a chair, concentrating on a book, a week before exam. To the peak, i was flying enjoyably with the perks of being in a college life that when the year came to an end, pressure was unbelievably strong. Trying to inject the knowledge of the page infront but constantly, flipping the thick width of pages behind, which i have to complete.I would be like, "yeah!, i am done with this topic!!" . A friend ask you. BLANK!! "I just read that topic, wait, ummm.....yeah....wait, i will see once and i will remember!!" This happened most of the time. Actually, this always happened, even when i was in school. Every thing seemed like fading within few minutes after you studied even when you felt sure that you understood fully on that moment. You flip back on the same topic to take a glimpse once. Clock ticks on the side wall near by. You see "8" with second pointing to 3. You come to an end of two pages. "8" has already become "9" . River of fear rushes suddenly and your pace of studying runs. 

I remember during class twelve, when i used to be in my room studying and when saturated, i would be eagerly waiting for the door to be pushed open and some one come inform me "Dinner is ready, come and eat!". I would jump and run for hand wash. After having a nice meal, then again you get bored with the thought that "Oh no!, i have to resume and take my seat again!" Then i would see my brother and sister playing, watching movies for they would have already done with the exams. How it used to stimulate me to go and join them, but  i used to control and pile up the coins of enjoyment to be used on after exam.Sleep deprived, i would say " i will sleep bong bong right after my last exam and do that, do this!!" Well, ironically, when exams are done, the coins of enjoyment and the sleep that i put hold on to enjoy later never comes. After exams i don't feel like doing anything that i desperately wanted to do when hanging on with books. Funny though, it happens.Did it happen only with me?? 

Well, nothing has changed so far. In college, instead of door, its the clock that i keep track time to time. When it hits the mess timing, book close, go jump for it. Meal over and again, "Oh, this is boring!!" I usually wonder, why do we(may be only i) feel bored to study which are actually important for our future and enjoy doing something which are just temporary for now. 

Deeply seated for hours with butt sore, you kind of tend to give up and promise yourself, "Next year, surely i will start my studying from beginning of the session and keep in constant touch" Next year begins," from tomorrow i will start, next Monday, next Month, procrastination and then you are back on the same couch of tension when exam knocks the door!!

Anyway, somewhere, somehow it has changed now. Maturity has taken troll in me and hopefully, it does to all. I know how important books are for us, for a life, not only for exams, but for the things that we will do till our breathe ceases. BUT, somehow small part of us always remains that way and we are like that all over again. I asked many of my friends, does this happen with them. They say "Yes man, it happens with all of us!!" Relieved, i feel. Well, it's not only me but all. Then i happen to think, does it happen to the Toppers also?, did it happen to our teachers when they were students?, to my father? Answers differ but one point in a life, i think all goes through this stage unless the person really enjoys studying and who holds passion for studying from the time they were born. Am i right? Have my psychology interpretation wrongly interpreted? Well, this is what is in my mind with my limited curves of understanding. (wink)

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.

Seems i am also getting into the world of writing!

Am i really writing?ahh...yes! writing was not something which interested me but few months back i came across one young man which was one of the known and appreciated blogger among the bhutanese....he is a very good writer,i would say a fantastic writer! he is around 20 years old,two years elder than me and he has really inspired me to get into the world of writing. He has even published a book during his stay in his school and gained popularity among his friends and teachers. Actually he is non other than my friend monu tamang. We came to know eachother fews months before when we were placed in the same college for our further studies. He is from tsirang and has passed out successfully from damphu higher secondary school and now he is doing bsc.physiotherapy on government scholarship. He is simple and a very helpful friend of mine. Since the time i came here,i saw him most of the time busy with internet.i wondered what excactly he was typing so fast and spontaneously.Slowly after coming to know him well,he told me about the blog facility and how his thoughts were written down into the web,so that everyone around the world can read him and give him comments.He was really enjoying it and as i came to know more,i was also getting into it.

I started to read his blogs as well as his fellow bloggers' blogs,including our opposition party's blog.he was also one of the popular bhutanese blogger and they delighted me with their wonderful writings.Not only me but he has even inspired ngajey,also one friend of mine to put up his collection of poems and stories into the blog.He was just happy to do so!There were lot other and all have put up their wonderful skill of writing in it.After having look over theirs' slowly i asked myself,shouldn't i give it a try?? I was hesitant as i doubt my level of writing would not match with them..but still i want to give it a try.i hope all the readers would not mind to my english standard of writing and rather hope to receive comments(good as well as bad),so that i can improve.
Before i end here,i think i should introduce myself.My name is Kinley Wangchuk and i am from Samdrup Jongkhar,shinkhar lauri.I finished my class 12 from Motithang Higher Secondary School and now doing bsc.medical laboratory technology here in novodaya college on government scholarship.

So i end here.I would like to thank my buddy Monu Tamang for inspiring me and hope to get more inspiration from other bloggers.

 TASHI DELEK.