I wish my King and the Queen , A Very Happy & romantic Wedding

The lovely petals of majestic flowers shower amidst the rainbow.I gaze in glee to my utmost joy as the circle dance of heavenly angels tranquil through the harmonic tune with the finest costumes,so profound,so graceful.

There, in a small kingdom of beautiful woods,as the snow capped peaks glittered through the kiss of enlightening yellow rays of dawn,As clear as his farsighted vision,the crystal stream did guide us with noble vision ,a concept of happiness which we cherish here is so deep and within us.

Its a unique and humble gift from the leadership of our monarchs.We have been with these fruits of blessings for eons and eons.We will promise to preserve the roots and nurture in times to come.


Today,We all stand as a one to wish the humble breath of tribute to a King who ruled more in the nature of Buddha than a Prince,and to a Queen in whose beauty and wisdom the display of a beautiful world and dharma co-exist,so that a Buddha Dharma world will always guide the world happily and peacefully.

With these prayers from the heart of citizens,i convey on their behalf,from the schools to the institutions,from the farmers to the civil servants,from the private organisation to the corporate employees,from a cowboy to the layman,

In times to come,for a long life,prosperous and happiest moments,may this auspicious wedding not only marks a chapter in our history,but an idol and display of true romantic relationship of couples around the globe.

I wish my King and the Queen

A Very Happy & romantic Wedding

Colors of my Village

I Knew you would come..

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My dear friend,yes your are right,Life is at times so unfair and doing injustice in a brink of time.The suffering and pain is yet inevitable and can come to me, you and perhaps any human being regardless of caste,wealth,knowledge and many more.That time you had really done a great job,and i don't feel that you should be going with a guilt of things that aren't meant intentionally.There are hard times in life,unforgivable,unbelievable and yet so harsh the judgeship.I am sure its a cyclic event that occurs in many of our lives.Its a matter of time that our souls are residing like a guest and shifts from one place to another in a host called body.I am here and somebody isn't,its again just a matter of time.
Time will heal everything.
Following is an essence of true love story depicting the fragrance of short love like dream and portrayal of a man's inner love beyond boundaries in the pains of time.I dedicate this to my friend who had been my Guru,friend and exemplary being.

I then realized there isn't a word far beyond what is truth and suffering.life at instance hard even to hold within your own, a pain of someone's miserable stories of truth.I wondered helplessly and finally discovered that there is more in a cup of coffee shared and converse these truths of life with someone who touches your heart and soul with the aroma and flavor of stories far beyond whats been depicted in the most saddest and sentimental movies.
At the end,you can't help out the story teller ,just listen and deeply weep within,and you feel you have been playing a character and part in it.

A story written for my beloved friend just 30 years in age,and today in the memory of his late loving wife who turned 30 would go like this.Life is truth and more than that,truth is hard often.

In a vietnam restaurant,situated in a hush of trees and wooden bridge where still water would silently sweep gently,people had their most wonderful conversation of life.I had mine too .Its of something where truth and question,a heart breaking tale of losing someone very close to his heart.His dear wife,Leeong had been together for 4 years of life's fruitful perfect marriage .An unexpected fatal call alas left in him a complete emptiness.Sometimes happiness seem to be a short lived phenomenon,as the dew on the blade of grass in the dawn.

I can't help myself but to see the flood of emotional breakdown roll down incessantly.Words struck in his throats and he seem helplessly to soak the tears with another cup of whiskey.

Today we both were drunk,so drunk that the reality is out of portion for a while.
I have come to known him a few years back.I never knew today in these hard busy hour of modern occasion in such a metro city,a romance did ever exist in the life of a professional chap whose routines are nothing but tied up with schedules and project datelines nor did i ever flicked on idea that his story would appear like this on my blog.



To me he is known as Linux Guru and i was an Ubnutu to him as he did recall someday.An ubuntu is an African word, meaning-humanity for others.
He promised me to pay a next visit to my beautiful country which has been a soul healer to the troubled thoughts .

Its a mid summer and have been pouring down heavily in the outskirts of 3 hours drive away from Bangkok city.That night the sound of thunder rolled, vibrating the walls of an apartment where i took shelter.I wish i were at home.

Linux Guru hasn't slept either.The pain and hard era he is through at that moment of time was unbearable.His eyes would be intensely droop to red the next day.

He really needs a break,he wanted to leave this place now.It has been alien to him and there is no comfort at all while the beautiful memories haunt him .

Back in India,since a kid and now a very handsome looking chap that every ladies in his Indian native wish to have his hands for marriage.A tall,fair looking ,black hair from a well off family who had studied in bangkok for some years in Computer Engineering,only to get placed at a reputed firm and where a fate called love made up his mind as firm as stick struck in a clay mud.

The college days, that point, he dared to visit his mulberry at her hostel even in odd hours. so profound in love, he fears not for anything for her.She is a gorgeous,majestic Chinese woman.This love matching of a perfect blend of two Asians made the romance a very unique,rare story with ingredients,anyone could have imagined and dig out to have wish in a script.A sweetest couple in their tender days of college life,you would sure be desperate a want to see how the romance looked alike.

Loving her was so much and can't have a moment go free without his lovebird.Leeong is a beautiful girl who had a boy friend previously who failed to show her the essence of love.She is a blogger like you though writes in chinese.It was in Linux Guru a man of her dream, in whose love she finds an enlightening charm.

Linux Guru would go all the way to China to see her,and not to lose her from touch.She found a real love in him.Haeing once loved,her love is now more than what was paid to her.Leeong than works as a Teacher in some locality.Over the years in China,her health deteriorated in the brink of juncture.She perhaps had a hereditary illness.

After 2 years of graduation Linux Guru decided to bring her back to Bangkok where they have first met.He took all the pain to find her a perfect job .She was blessed to have a man who not prove his words,but could display his true love beyond anything.

This unbelievable romance continued for 4 years of marriage with moments of joy and Utopian bliss . Sooner they had a beautiful daughter named Princess Dia.Linux Guru couldn't imagine the happiness in him of being a father to a cute little daughter,more intelligently and a little girl who could grab and learn things so rapid.

The instant has been so quick and fragile,unfair and injustice to him.The dark days started crawling sideways the life of Linux Guru.In the flash of his merry stories there now seem to a bitter twist,hurting and unforgivable.His happiness had been mercilessly flooded away.She had to undergo the cancer surgery in the strike and ill fate of existence.The story of his love like dream has been made and destined with so cruel ending.He could already feel the jerk of his heart slowly covered up with the weight of pain and injustice so much that life had taken away from him and had finished him.He wished that not happen to any other humans.


One mournful hour,at a midnight,with one last moment left on earth,she held Linux Guru's hand as firmly as she could and whispered her final words,"Honey,I must leave now",Thanks for everything .Leeong closed her eyes and gave away the breath finally.
In a fraction of being,the most beautful man on earth was deserted.He could not do anything to save her from her ill fate.He jerked back and felt helpless who could not help rescue his lover but watch her as she drown deeper and deeper in the sea of karmic game


There wasn't a sleep on the brows of my beloved friend whose love had been for a short while in the magic escape of event.He gave up everything for the Hubby.Life paid him a huge loss.
He keeps thinking the beautiful memories and days of her presence on earth,the circumstances they shared and cherished together.His love had been so intense now,that losing her was a losing away of the world in him.
This thinking made him even more confusing that he still believes she is still alive and that had been just a night mare.

He keeps waiting her with the daughter slept to the right only to find the emptiness in him lingering recurrently

.Alas he sleeps a while.Like the usual incident,in the heavy down pour she would come from office and Linux Guru would go with the umbrella to get her back home.

She rushed along the street corridors.They met and Leeong gave him a kiss."Darling thanks for everything,I knew you would come".

Linux Guru ardently woke up from his dream to only find his hope in his loving daughter to one side sleeping like her late mom.At her age,she is very young to have missed her mother.He looked back and the clock ticked 3:00am.

In Tribute to My Mum: Celebrating Her Beauty, Strength, and Sacrifice

Dear Mum,

The room was enveloped in a profound, unshakable silence. In the blue-hued labor room, you lay on the edge of despair, your arms grasping at the brink of hope. This was your seventh battle between life and death. It was a treacherous ordeal, fraught with the uncertainty of time, with each moment threatening to sever the delicate thread of your existence.

Dad hurried down the hills to a monastery, seeking blessings from the local deities for a favorable outcome. Meanwhile, the eldest of my sisters kept you nourished with warm porridge, providing you with a bit of energy as you continued to bring me into the world. In the end, amidst all the hopes and prayers, the gods smiled upon us.

When I was born, a cry of joy echoed through the sterile hospital. "It's a son," my sister exclaimed with tears of happiness. At that moment, she placed a kiss of triumph on my tiny forehead and helped me open my eyes to the beauty of the world. I felt the same warmth and joy that you must have experienced, knowing that your seventh birth had succeeded.

That poignant moment transformed into a celebration, like witnessing cherry blossoms after a long winter. It was a time of hope and fulfillment.

Mum, you might not realize that your son is not a skilled writer, nor do you know that I jot down my thoughts here. But if you happen to read these words, I want you to know that you are the most perfect creation of the gods, now and always.

As I navigate through the busy pace of life, I regret that I cannot repay you fully for the warmth and love you gave me. The sacrifices and pain you endured, the labor you went through, and the years you spent raising me are etched in my heart and soul. I continually pray for your health, happiness, and inner peace.

My love for you will endure as long as the stars shine in the sky.

With all my love,

Tashi

My Job's first Payment,a joy beyond

A few months ago, I received a call from a childhood friend who had always been the standout student in our class. His name was frequently announced and celebrated during result days. Recently, he called me out of the blue, asking, “Hey, how’s it going?” I told him I was still holding on to the title and congratulated him, reminding him to avoid falling into bad habits. We chatted about life and shared some profound thoughts.

School and college days are behind us now. I used to eagerly await the end of my studies, feeling overwhelmed by assignments, weekly tests, projects, and lab work. The demands were so intense that I barely had time to relax with friends on weekends. However, those school years taught me much more than just academics. They provided lessons in leadership, managing a hostel, organizing events, public speaking, and even working with agriculture and caring for animals.

Reflecting on those challenging times, I realize that they shaped me into someone resilient and self-reliant. Tough experiences make you stronger and more courageous. As I sit back in my office chair and look back, I see that it wasn’t just my academic achievements that set the stage for a fulfilling life. It was the perseverance through every failure and challenge that led to personal growth. True success comes from having a passion for what you do and embracing the beauty of life.

The thrill of receiving my first paycheck was far more intense than juggling study schedules and activities during school and college. When I first started working, I had no ATM card, just a basic bank account. Receiving that first payment was a milestone. For years, I relied on my parents’ support, and standing on my own feet for the first time was not just an achievement but a relief after all the hard work and struggles.

That first paycheck was a moment of immense joy, a reason to celebrate with a small offering of thanks to the divine, appreciation for my parents, and gratitude to everyone who supported me. I spent some on gifts for family and friends, treated myself to new clothes and shoes, and sent money to my brother studying away from home. Despite ending the day with an empty wallet, the joy of living in the moment with loved ones made it all worthwhile.

The wind who blew off my roof

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Tshemdona is a small happy village located aside the bank of river pachu ,5 kilometre towards south of Kichu Lhakhang,opposite of Nemjo valley.Though scarcity with water few years back,still people in this locality are known for the sheer brilliance in farming mechanism and hardwork for decades.Almost majority of people here live self sufficient.Most of the traditional houses are well decorated with intricate elaborate paintings,roofed with modern CJI Sheets,often found with red chillies spread over from the peak seasons.I was brought up here from the handle of plough that tilled the soil to the happy blossoms of golden paddy in mid autumn.I observed every sweat and teamwork of villagers from the sow of a seed to the reap of harvest.Its worth to watch the glee on the face of these people including my father and mother who welcomed my birth to the beautiful soil and opened my eyes and heart to the warmth of farm house.

The life and time goes inseparable,yet at times expect something unexpected.Like in movies that mesmerize and hypnotize our eyes from a calm and tranquil joy to a disaster scene that starts provoking doubts and chaos to the dark surround in the inner self.That's why its call life.Its gonna never lead to perfection,unless the inner voice and self recognizes there exist a state in the change of mind and presence.
All a matter of inconsistent thoughts that hover around and around creates a joy and changes to agony in a moment of second.

The next day after the Paro Tshechu,on terrible Sunday,at around 12:00 in the afternoon,heavy wind blew off more than 60-70 houses' roof to the ground in a matter of few seconds.I just calmed and thought,now it was the western regions' turn.Earlier it was at the east.More than 45 CJI Sheets of my beautiful home was thrown off the fields.The planks,wooden beams,swift towards the earth.A Huge twister like dust rushed from the farm road towards the field wiping out every presence on its way.Our neighbors had a similar disaster,huge beams banged towards the ground and produced a huge resonance.Trees stood to their might as firm as iron rods,while weaker ones surrendered to the strength of Nature's furious blow.Travelers on the roadside were being stopped,a car and a cab nearly smashed to the skeletons.All we could do is sit calmly and watch the show go on till the end.The fear,might,power,greed,hatred,and lust all comes to an end at one point of time.We leave there defenseless and shelter less to the might of Mother Nature.
This was how i watched a clip of the wind who blew off my roof captured by my in law's phone when he returned to Thimphu the very day after things got settled down and soon the furious show was put off.

You may wonder where i was?.I was alone here in Thimphu,when the rapid fire broke out near the Lhakhang where i reside.It started from the construction site where the pieces of tiny woods were combusted and soon taken away in the hands of Huge mighty wind.The results were so devastating and its hard to watch the alarm and show run aside.Firebells were heard across the city.Within no time,blue pines were razed down to the ground.The fire jumps through its power and its as furious as the wind itself.

Fire fighters,Army personnels and Desungs rushed to the scene for the battle.The live scene is so pathetic when yourself becomes so helpless.All you could do is watch aside.Such is the impact of the similar wind who blew off my roof.

That day,I called him the uninvited guest on my territory,so furious and powerful.Life is just as fragile as these objects of time.When all faith,trust,love goes off,you lie there just naked like you were first born.You are defenseless,because everything you get accept is with reason,why?,how?,when?.When things turn out to be sour,it even gets bitter when we fail to respond to the change we ought to be in.You raise yourself,because you think, that's your freedom and right.Believe me,the existence of our life is also for the existence of other.We live dependently on each other.When it harms you,its gonna harm me too like the wind who not only blew off my roof,but razed others to the ground.

Snowman who visited Bhutan This year

Thimphu received its first snow fall of the year.It started from the morning of 19th January 2011,however it isn't a heavy fall.I took a ride towards sangaygang and few days later towards Dochula and took as many glimpses as possible.The snow coverage seems to be getting thinner year by year.Many of the highway passes such as Dochula,Thrimshingla were blocked and no traffic for few days.Here are the moments of perfect walk with the nature.

Thimphu and Dochula after the 2011 snowfall.

A Week and Two Days at the Hot Spring

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I heard the distinct sound of BazaGuru reciting from the Hot Spring well, where Agay Dopchu from Ozorong was clearly enjoying himself a bit too much. His storytelling, filled with humor and teasing jokes about Ngalong women, seemed to be a favorite pastime of his.

From December to March is the ideal season for those who love Tsachu, or hot springs. For my father, it’s been a tradition to visit Gelephu Tsachu at least once a year. My mother prefers Chubu Tsachu in Punakha. Visiting these hot springs has been a family custom for as long as my father can remember, tracing back to his great-grandfather. I had the privilege of accompanying my parents as their personal cook, handling everything from meal preparations to shopping and even waking up in the middle of the night to make tea and porridge. This made me the preferred companion out of all seven siblings.

Winter is the best time to visit hot springs, which are believed to have medicinal properties. In Bhutanese culture, these sites are considered sacred, blessed by saints with mystical powers. Everyone is encouraged to experience the natural beauty and healing qualities of these hot springs.

Chubu Tsachu is nestled in the scenic Punakha Valley, along the Phochu River. It used to require a 5-hour trek from Samdingkha, but now a road extends to Nabdingkha Valley, reducing the walk to just 2-3 hours. It’s a pleasant trek with fresh air and stunning views, and horses can help carry your supplies. If long walks aren’t your thing, Gelephu Tsachu in the south is more accessible, just 15 kilometers from town by car.

Spending nine days at Tsachu was one of the most memorable experiences of my life, and I hope to visit again every year. I recall a 12-year-old boy in a red jacket with a cane of Tongma as I approached the Tsachu pools. The previous year, my family had returned from Chubu Tsachu, and this year, we chose Gelephu Tsachu, much to my mother’s initial reluctance.

At the time, I was in 11th grade. We packed a range of supplies from Paro, including dry chilies, red rice, a mini gas stove, blankets, a tent, dried vegetables, biscuits, lanterns, butter, salt, snacks, milk, a torch, matches, cheese, eggs, noodles, tea, and more. My sisters had done a grand shopping spree the day before to stock up on modern necessities.

At Tsachu, I took on the cooking duties and managed the supplies until the end of our stay. The experience was incredibly enjoyable. I spent hours soaking in the hot spring, absorbing its minerals. I couldn’t help but admire the beautiful women around me, with their stylish outfits and vibrant looks. Despite my shyness and discomfort with romantic advances, the sight of them left a lasting impression.

The joy I felt at Tsachu was more than just from the hot springs. It came from the lively interactions with fellow visitors—trekkers, families, couples, monks, and more. The shared laughter, jokes, songs, and the simple pleasures of cooking and eating together created a deep sense of happiness. These experiences reminded me of the true essence of Gross National Happiness, found in the moments shared with others and the memories created.

Riding the Winter Roads

In the small capital city of Bhutan,the freeze of wintry chill ushers in through an apartment where my close Eastern friend live by.He had to switch on the Luminox Heater or else get near to a Bumthang made Bukhari to keep himself warm.This time he had a tough Khuru battle with his village mates.I wondered how many cups of chankey did he slurp.

I was riding the winter roads.Somewhere to the opposite of Tamchoe Lhakhang,on the Chuzom-Paro highway,it was more than an hour that larger number of vehicles were being stopped at a massive landslide that blocked the road yesterday on my journey towards Paro.I wondered, but why such a huge slide without any sign of rain.Believe me the soil were so loose,but who could have had imagined and the guts to help build a wall across the falling boulders on this particular site or cut it bit more wide? I had witnessed several slides on this particular ridge since the Paro-Thimphu highway widened.I felt sorry for the two pilots who were delayed their duties for Bangkok flight and the passengers who were travelling abroad.Finally,thanks to traffic police and the RSTA personnels who were assisting in avoiding a heavy JAM.

Along the wide highway nearing Khasadrapchu,a Toyota Prado plunged downwards the hill,across an apple orchard in the silent Thim chu river.Crowd at the site reporting the four wheels of the car had been stolen on the very night of an accident.There still must be the cruel someone who seeks joy in the mirth of someone's weep.

Well,on the eve of new year party,several cars were being dashed,some by sheer carelessness,some by alcohol,some by speed for EGO.There were more shows down the wintry roads.A Wagnor taxi touched the hip of blue CRV on the cross roads.The freeze and icy roads makes accident more prone.A private Santro swift through the path bursting the front glasses to pieces.Few policemen watch aside studying the cause.Earlier The national Newspaper paper reporting an alto taxi nearly get smacked towards an Eicher truck carrying iron beams down the Dochula snow paved ridge,however letting passengers unharmed.

There were many more nameless and countless incidences along the winter roads.A matter of patience,cool in you,slowing down the speed,attentive,be free from getting drunk or senseless,dropping down EGO,,abiding by traffic rules and regulations would not just save you and your car ,but the lives and soul that lay trust on you as you ride the wintry roads.Even in taxi or in someone's car,i would be bold enough but in the most courteous form to ask the driver to slow down for safety travel of me and other companion.

The number of cars had increased so rapidly especially in the city resulting into number of accidents one after another.

Several highway notice and warnings that alerts me frequently while driving are:

********* START EARLY,REACH EARLY ***********

********** SPEED THRILLS,BUT KILLS ************

**********IF YOU CAN READ THIS,THEN YOU ARE ABOUT TO KISS ME ***********

********** ACCIDENT PRONE AREA,DRIVE SLOWY OR SINKING AREA *************

By writing down all these,i don't meant to say that i m a perfect driver or a professional driving buddy ,but believe me,a cool and patience in you can matter a lot from going to workshop for denting painting,writng a statement and filing a case in the traffic unit while more than that, Life is more precious than anything else where ever you are.Some shady places are quite risky and slippery,all the time covered with frost and ice like the Dochula-Lamperi,Chelela,Tanalum area,Isuna Paro,towards eastern and central Bhutan like the passes of Thrumshing la,Pelela,Yutong la.

The results of careless driving can be at times so devastating,losing lives,while disabling our ability.