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. 

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!!

BLOGGER AWARD: Thank you

Visualizing my self slowly pulling my butt off and walking towards the majestic stage of "Blogyul bloggers award" , I see there on the stage, standing four award winners handing over me my blogger award.
Thank you very much all of you. My friend, Monu for always being an encouraging icon for me regarding writings and blogging. Ms. Sherub Pelmo, Mr. Ugyen Tenzin and Jigme Zangpo for awarding me with this award which I wonder if I really deserved it.

More than me being an inspiration, I presume it to be an encouraging key to unlock further more that's inside me and to keep myself pushed on with my writings. Thank you once again friends.

 My award.

Here is few rules to be followed by Award Recipient ;
1. Thank the person with link who nominated you for thankfulness creates happiness.
2. Display the Award on your blog for one may love to see one's award.
3. Sincerely, describe seven points about yourself for others shall know you.
4. Nominate fifteen bloggers for the award through links and inform them about the nomination for they will also love to feel great to have received the award and multiply happiness.

I doubt if I really know myself completely but let me try it anyhow:..hehe

1. Nature lover: greenery of environment, colurful flowers all over, butterflies, fresh water streams, morning breeze and dawn, every thing of natures miracle is what helds my arms open in air.

2. Slow leaner: Catching up of a concept strolls in a snails pace with me. And I am very bad at long time memory retaining . I usually forget easily if I don't keep it touch with something everyday.. I am afraid I would catch up Alzemier's disease soon..Please pray I don't..Lol!

3. I don't get angry easily. I try to dump out evils things that I hear in one ear out from another. But when the boat crosses the river's limit, things get boiled up to the maximum. Be aware you guys!!.:p..

4. I love going for a long drive during dusk, when the city lights have just started to lit with soft western country side songs being played from the background. This is the scene pictured in my mind to have it done when I have my own car. For now, I rejoice imaginning.

5. I try to be optimistic about everything but this days, pessimism is getting rooted. I am reading the book
 the secret' and hope to learn all the theories of law of attraction and uproot the bad thoughts soon.

6. I am silent person in a crowd but wild with my close fellows.

7. I love my parents more than anything in this world and there is one more parent living inside my heart. GOD!.

Well, here are my nominees. Few are those who inspires me a lot and few are those whom I want then to be inspired and encouraged. Tried possibly to exclude those who are nominated already but I love all your writings.

1. Tshering Yangzom
2.Tashi Gyem
3.Sangay Cholden Duba
4.Lungten Wangchuk
5.Riku Dhan
6. Kelzang Dawa
7. Sangay Thinley
8. Sangay Phuntsho
9. Choki Gyeltshen
10. Pelden Sonam Nima
11. Namgang Chejey
12. Sonam Norbu
13. Shacha Dorji
14. Nima
15. Sancha Rai

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.....