Illusionary journey of impermanence

As i move on and on with life, time and again, i get to wonder why we are here. In the streets of raichur, i see many people, young and old, all busy trying to cope up with life under the scorching heat to fill up their bellies. On the way, for the cattles and buffaloes, Ranveer kapoor and Deepika padukone's film posters have become the meals for them as no green grasses are available. They got no choice but to change their taste buds to fulfill their hunger. Back to college, many white apron bearers including me are seen in libraries, some in hospitals and some in hostels, all busy designing their life so that  it be beautifully decorated in the future.

Animals, humans, insects and even the non living things get transformed, non functional, and one day become what we refer to as impermanence. With time, everything ceases. We are living in an illusionary  dream which will be over one day or the other. For the living ones, when death calls us, we have no idea as to where the call will lead us to. If there is life after death, then we shall live in another  world of suffering, ignorance and hatred, full of illusions adding up our sins forming a chain around the circle of life and death.

Buddha has spread Buddhism in almost all the directions around the world. People do know and understand the precious, golden words of Buddha which was spread from his disciples to make us understand the teachings for the generations now and then to pass over this samsara and attain the life of Nirvana. But in this advanced world where technology and science has dominantly taken powerful hold, the innocent worldy beings are driven into the so called trying to achieve 'impermanence". Life seems  meaningless when we think about death but worth meaningful if done something meaningfully good and beneficial to all sentient beings.

                 No matter how green she might have been, it will  have no single leave to beautify her.

              you might have been the most beautiful once, but the wrinkles wont stop you from aging.

        it would have been the best looking car, but the lifeless things also ages with time.

          While alive, mingling together would have been fun, but death do all of us apart forever leaving behind just the gust of memories in the air which volatilizes with the passing 
                                                                    of time !!!!

One Man, Thirty Nine wives

Quite excited right?  Well, i was too when i first spotted the topic on the story about the Ziona Chana's BIG FAMILY in Mizoram on the north-eastern side of India.
I was browsing through a magazine in the library when my eyes captured the topic, " A Big Phat Family". And just below i saw a paragraph in between the story " 39 wives, 90 children and 45 grandchildren".
WOW!! i got really excited to see the full story.

Long before, in the very past, there were stories about kings having more than 40 wives but it is quite amazing to learn that at this generation also, a common man like us is living a life of a legendary King with multiple wife to care him, 90 children and 45 grand childrens, well if  in-laws are counted, the family has a total of 180 members. Unbelievable!!!

Many questions ran through my mind. How does he manage to make a living?? How do they leave together?? Aren't wives having problem??  Well, gradually all my questions were answered. A flourishing furniture business, farmlands, poultry farms and piggery holds under his power. Along with that, he runs guest houses for tourist who flock to village solely to see him and his family and for that, he charges 150 dollars for a family picture. They live in a four stored house with 100 room where  wives reside  in giant, separate dormitories. Their mansion set amid-st the hills of Baktwang village in the Indian state of Mizoram. And most surprisingly, for a meal, the recipe consist of more than 40 chickens, 48kg of rice, 24 kg of dal and if it's beef, around 10 cows are slaughtered in a day.

As for the bed sharing business with the king, in his room having double bed, the womens take turn, a rotation system. The youngest five wives get the privilege to set their rooms near to his. Wives consider him GOD to them. Their family is based on 'mutual love and respect" and to maintain peace, senior wives let him hang along with young ones with great understanding . Ziona Chana, in his religious sect. states him having 400 member in his family which means, he is not going to stop looking for new wives. 'To expand my sect. i am willing to go even to the U.S to marry" he has mentioned. Woooooo.......!!!!

Husshh!!, No energy required to read his story but i really felt tired after reading that. Can anyone imagine so....hahaha..(wink) ...

Mr.Ziona Chana's China Population.

Ziona Chana With his QUEENS.

The Senior Queens with their share of Chickens.:D

Shared dormitories inside the room.

Mr.Chana with his little ones..

  

And here is his GREAT PALACE!!.

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Read more: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1358654/The-worlds-biggest-family-Ziona-Chan-39-wives-94-children-33-grandchildren.html#ixzz2kM4alqzC

MiSty TeRRaCe: Inspirational BAND of the generation.

I am sure i do not need to give any introduction about this band  but  as i am a great fan and since the Band has become a public eye, i got to add some  peppers to give more taste to this inspiring, young, growing band.

Two years back ,I was browsing my facebook when I saw  two videos  posted in my friend’s timeline  with a caption “guys, he got an awesome voice, check it out”.  Thick, black curls of bird’s nest around his head  made me quite curious to check it out once besides being a music lover. When I listened to his voice and the song he has composed, the once to be watched video became again and again, forcing the buffering action of the  video. The spell of 'yonphula' trapped me and I immediately recorded and decided to sing the song  for the first time in Bhutanese gathering during losar celebration. I did get a good compliment from my friends having sung a never heard song as no one knew about the Band back then.

Tandin Wangchuk with his majestic hairstyle.

Since then, I have been following his page ‘misty terrace’ and keeping update with his new videos. I shared about the band to my friend tshering who is also music lover. He also got mad at super musical charm of the band and soon both of us started  getting into the paradise of misty world.  We learned all the songs of them and also started to play guitar along with it in most of the gathering.

The leading Guitarist: Bikas Gurung   

 

                          Tshewang Gyeltshen, the chorus king                            

Now, the scent of misty world has touched all the hearts of young youths of Bhutan. During my vacation, I saw almost all people especially the youths , in town, neighbourhood  and school, some  beating the strings of  ‘thimphu babesa’, some,"choelu tade" and mostly “yonphula”.  Even a fifth standard boy was telling he wanted to sing a song of “copi”. At first I thought he was a new singer in Bhutan but soon I learned, the mysterious  ‘copi’ was the nickname of the misty boy  ‘Tandin Wangchuk’.  He seem to have got this name because of the majestic hairstyle like a cauliflower on his head. Even in facebook now, many  fans are seen uploading their own set of cover songs of misty terrace. He is seen performing live shows all around the country and soon he is to release his album at the end of this year. I am really looking forward for that.

Tandin wangchuk( copi’s) got the hand of his lead guitarist Bikas Gurung. The leadings of Bikas and the chorus oTshewang gives more live to the misty songs with the melody  of Tandin’s voice. They are the inspiration not only to me but many young music lovers like me in today’s generation. I put my hands along with all the fans  for the successfull release of their album and to keep composing more of such wonderful songs.

MISTY TERRACE

https://www.facebook.com/pages/Misty-Terrace/240650269317472: Do check it out: 

(note:everything i knew about the band, i scripted it down . If some informations are wrong or mistaken, do forgive me)

Post Cyclonic Beauty

The sky was beautifully playing with the new dawn arising after continuous rainfall for two days. The clouds were happy, arranging themselves into various shapes to enjoy the pleasure of warm sun rays coming from above.

The last two days of rainfall almost knocked life out of me. The cyclone in ODISHA brought rainfall after the season was over and snowfall before time in Bhutan. The morning of the day was fresh but gradually the weather became freezing. I was with my cousin who was supposed to leave for India as his vacation was over. Accompanying him for his shopping made my skin so penetrable to cold air, I almost felt the (kanchung) would almost burst out of my bone.

Well, nothing to complain much as this was the weather I wanted to experience while my stay in Bhutan. I longed for it. Skin pinching heat and fight with mosquito in India made me miss this weather time and again.

The main thing I like about rainfall in Bhutan is the post- rainfall weather. After the rainfall, when the rain drop ceases, the clouds slowly clears off allowing the rays of sun to kiss the thunderous land. The mountains dresses themselves with the layer of beautiful white snow on their peak, layer of cottony clouds around them.  Such was the day after the ceasing of cyclone rain. I came out in the balcony of my home to witness the paradise before me in the far area. I felt like flying there and sleep on the bed of soft clouds.

I hurried and took my camera to snap some of the beautiful scenes to capture the wonders of nature’s beauty. Below are few of the pictures which might be refreshing to see.

Also caught a helicopter enjoying the leisure time.

A small treat for this two tiny bunnies.

Humorous Passu and Smiling Riku

Facing the notice board filled with youthful arts, pictures and literatures just inside the room entering the youth center office, I felt a shadow moving behind me. I heard my friend talking and I just knew who he was. I turned to find out exactly the person I was expecting.

 I was waiting for two of the most inspirational bloggers in the Bhutanese blogging universe along with another blogger, my friend Mr.Monu Tamang.

The person whom I was talking about had a gho put on,not so thin (as I assumed)) but very much healthy looking and smart guy. I could instantly recognize him from behind itself. I made myself interfere between their conversation. He turned towards me and Monu had me introduced to him. It was indeed a great pleasure for me to have a handshake with him. He is a teacher of Bajo Higher Secondary School and whoever knows him knows very well that he is one of the most inspiring and dedicated teacher and blogger of Bhutan. I do not know him personally but I know him via blog as I am one of the keen reader of his updates. Well yes! he is none other than Mr.Passang Tshering(passu).

“He is also a blogger la..”, Monu declared, (not a regular one, lazy one), thought within myself. Three of us had just begun our chit chat conversation that soon we were joined by another handsome man proceeding towards us with all his tooth exposed (smiling). The two senior bloggers made their ‘kuzuzangpo’ shake, Monu then and me. With beautifully curved up smile, he forwarded his hand. Passu sir said “Kinley, Blogger as well”. This time I didn’t resist, “but not a regular one la..”,I said. To that, passu sir responded immediately, “platform is free yaarrr!” haha!. I didn’t know his profession until then. He was a programming officer in the youth center. I mostly knew him by his updates on spring blossoms and walks along the motithang-zilukha road. Mr. RikuDhanSubha. He was one of those to comment on my sometime written blogs.

Four of us then had ourselves seated and continued our talks with a cup of tea each. Being regular,  three of them had much more to talk. Just as in blog, Passu sir had the same sense of humor as he talked. His voice was soft and seemed much younger than him. The humor he had in his talks made Monu and me laugh out loud. As for Riku sir, charming as he was in his looks, was his dzongkha speaking more charming. I didn’t expect  his dzongkha speaking to be so fluent. He always kept a smiling ingredient on his face whenever he talked. They had their conversation about the camp fire night with a Singaporean. Passu sir teased riku sir about him being single, having chances to mingle anytime soon.

Blogging universe connected unknown as if known for long time like families meeting after a long gap. Passu sir described how the bloggers insulted each other on their first meeting and he also gave us a highlight on how the Dawa knight made his haap origin so popular(wink) on their meet. Monu and me had nothing but to laugh at humorous sparks of words coming out from Passu sir. The moment was wonderful but was very short. Passu sir had a marriage party to attend and we all had to keep our meeting short and sweet. 

Nevertheless, I felt very overwhelming in that short period of time and gained some encouragement too, to drive off my laziness and keep my blog updated regularly. I would surely try to keep up with them now as I know more how blossoming it is to be a part of blogging.

The meet really was wonderful and I would like to thank my  friend Monu for informing me about it and taking me along with him. Even sir Passu and Riku for taking out this short yet charming time with us despite their busy schedule.

(to monu: it was and indeed was a very long time since I last wrote and I had this blog written because you had me mentioned in your blog that I would update anytime soon and it was purely under pressure…..hahah…just kidding) 

sHe iS tHeRe.......

Without having any idea, she holds the tiny and soft body of her baby which was inside her body for 9 months and now she is ready to do anything for this tiny little. 

SHE IS THERE:

To sing you lullaby until she falls asleep herself.

To defend you every time even if you are in fault.

Search for food and feed you, sacrificing her own hunger.

Become child to play with you .

Support you when you are sad or depressed.

First one to shed tears of happiness during your success.

Also the one to cry when she sees you crying.

Treats all children equally because all mothers share same care.

And She does dies with you when you are to die.

So...LOVE and RESPECT your mother for she has been everywhere whenever you wanted, needed....

AND FINALLY

iSn'T tHiS vErY cUtE!!!!

LOL.

HAPPY MOTHERS' DAY!!

Hell before death!!!!

I have been repeating the title of my blog ' hell before death' for more than twenty times to any one i met online in face book this month. From the day i came into this world til my 18th, i have never experienced such a throne pinching sensation type of heat ever in my life and i am sure same is with my friends here sharing the same climate.

Everyone lying flat on the bed, wearied with  hot sunny day, some watching movies, facebooking(actually mostly) and few with the books. Fan swinging up the ceiling, hot air does help us a bit though and also chases off the mosquitoes with its powerful rush of force. Everyone is doing fine till now.

7:00pm, the clock ticks and everything is black all around. Lights are gone and for 1hour, the most long and the worst nightmare for everyone here. Disappointment in all faces especially the ones who would be busy flirting in the facebook as i always do and THEN, third-world war starts with mosquitoes with our weapon  CLAPPPPP!!. One pinch in a leg, one CLAP, another on hand, again one more CLAP, next on cheek, then it is SLAPPPP!!. So it is,'Mee phaphu, jao tshutshe'. We are firing the otherside but the bullet is back onto us. The battle continnues for another 60 minutes. 

The second enemy is invisible so, we all lose here. The 'heat', which we cannot see nor smell unless it transmits ones' sweat into a foul odour. No choice and no weapon to fight. All we can do is remove all our clothes and stay naked. Then we become a lump of meat being served infront of the BLOODY blood-suckers, the first enemy and the world war goes on-air more lively.

'CHU'  , water, we enter the bathroom. Turn the tap only to hear the creeking of the turn with no outcome. 'NO WATER'. 'Arrrrrrrhhhhhhh',  the expression of all and then lie flat on the bed. The longest hour of the day for all, lying almost unconsciously until FINALLY, we hear the fan rushing.and everything is visible again. HURRAH!!!. Everybody gets up and prepare oneself to resume whatever one were doing

Within a minute, we all go blind again. NOT AGAIN!!!!! WTF!! echoes all over the hostel and i too hear my voice there.

arrrrrrrhhhhhhhhh!!!!!