tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-340126013185498712024-03-13T11:20:54.466-07:00SANGYE TRASHEY Recalling the Sparrow in my VillageSangye Trasheyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04109747443991762184noreply@blogger.comBlogger42125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34012601318549871.post-10205275086108839822018-09-02T04:12:00.003-07:002018-09-02T04:12:26.538-07:00Showers of Spring<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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The rain came down ,<br />Grass greening ,<span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; font-family: inherit;"><br />Flowers blooming ,<br />Birds returning ,<br />With all its splendours,<br />Change is beautiful</span></div>
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Sangye Trasheyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04109747443991762184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34012601318549871.post-84483667647822803622018-09-02T04:10:00.002-07:002018-09-02T04:10:19.123-07:00The Village Chef-Preparing Nya-kam Kewa<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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One of my favourite menu from boarding school days</div>
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(Nya-kam,unpeeled kewa,ema-kam,garlic,tomato)</div>
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Sangye Trasheyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04109747443991762184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34012601318549871.post-1818114494178435832018-09-02T04:06:00.002-07:002018-09-02T04:06:32.131-07:00A family tea party,when LOVE is spelled TIME<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Sangye Trasheyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04109747443991762184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34012601318549871.post-86344382526487200252018-07-04T23:07:00.002-07:002018-07-04T23:40:14.039-07:00A Tribute to my Super Dad<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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My Parents have been my greatest source of inspiration.Even though I am miles away,now and then we always talk on subjects such as spirituality,simplicity,happiness,impermanence,contentment and detachment .I always feel connected and grateful to them.<br />
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There is this one famous quote by the great yogi:-<br />
Milarepa said," The affairs of the world will go on forever. Do not delay the practice of meditation. "<br />
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Dear Apa,<br />
We are very much moved by your genuine display of true compassion and your seeking of forgiveness through this noble art of humbleness.I feel this is the right time and right action.I am sure little by little,it will only give you a greater peace of mind.With more into prayers ,slowly renouncing all the mundane farming tasks.<br />
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Back then through the stories you said to me,I can easily sense all your struggles you went through. Leaving behind your spiritual practice at Bumdra,marrying Aum Lhadey,raising all the eight kids,building and renovating a huge traditional 3 storied house. While fetching the wooden shingles with laborers as far as from Choechoetse.Taking down the mithuns from Tsento and bulls from Haa. Crossing Sagala,Chelela on barefoot for paddy transplantation.Looking after the affairs of this large ancestral heritage filled with all elderly people above 80 years old.You even went all the way to Phari for blue pant and HMT watch business ,crossing the rivers,climbing the mountains,sleeping in the caves ,under the tree ,on the snow ,only to be caught by army patrol.<br />
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Nevertheless you have always worked hard to raise your family and I have never seen you complaining even a bit.You have been a true super hero to all of us and I have always admired and looked upon you for your sheer courage and bravery.<br />
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I always pray and wish you a good health,happiness and greater inner peace .Wishing you a successful retreat.<br />
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Love you lots !!!<br />
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A big Thank you to Brother Karma Chogyal and all our siblings for making his humble dream come true !!!<br />
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Your loving son,<br />
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Sangye Trasheyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04109747443991762184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34012601318549871.post-3304903249208031092018-07-04T22:17:00.003-07:002018-07-04T22:17:29.857-07:00My boy’s dental check -Reminiscing my good old days !<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I remember the year 1993,as a child back in Shengana Primary School,Punakha.On his Bajaj Chetak Scooter,my brother took me all the way to Wangdiphordang Dental clinic.It took us about 2 hours on that farm road to reach Wangdi from Shengana.The dentist gently pulled my tooth with the help of an anesthetic.</div>
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softly blurred,<br />She is grace,<span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"><br />like confetti from the sky,<br />showered my spirit,<br />watered my soul,<br />Into the muddy puddles,<br />He jumped with its rhythm</span></div>
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Sangye Trasheyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04109747443991762184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34012601318549871.post-40538511591628590892015-12-01T05:07:00.003-08:002015-12-01T05:07:35.586-08:00Rain in the Woods<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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(For the love of Australian Summer )</div>
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Calm and gentle,<br />With never ending rhythm,<br />Pledging joy to yearning grass,<br />She walks Majestically,<br />Ushering the tranquil breeze</div>
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Sangye Trasheyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04109747443991762184noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34012601318549871.post-45609520234917937442015-11-10T03:37:00.003-08:002015-11-10T03:39:07.125-08:00The Compassionate King<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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unmatched even by the sun,<br />
the jewel of the sky,Peerless Jigme Singye, <span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"><br />sun-like and even beyond in his flawless wisdom,<br />Bringing with love,<br />to perfection the lotus of the religious and the secular ,</span><br />
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Sangye Trasheyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04109747443991762184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34012601318549871.post-56773993777642722542015-10-20T02:58:00.004-07:002015-10-20T02:58:44.646-07:00When Winter Comes<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Sangye Trasheyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04109747443991762184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34012601318549871.post-49612947722706656612015-10-17T12:54:00.002-07:002015-10-17T15:02:31.638-07:00I heard the Kookaburra <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
One beautiful summer morning,<br />
I heard the laughing kookaburra,<br />
like the sparrow in my village,<br />
They dance to the rhythm,<br />
Singing to the chorus of dawn.<br />
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Sangye Trasheyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04109747443991762184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34012601318549871.post-30133255260448221672015-10-17T12:52:00.002-07:002015-10-17T15:02:50.903-07:00Here comes the Spring <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Weekend is here ,<br />
My relaxed soul and body,<br />
Draws energy and peace of mind,<br />
From this outlet ,<br />
As I raise the window curtain,<br />
This spring bloom greeted me ,<br />
With dose of beauty and fragrance<br />
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Sangye Trasheyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04109747443991762184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34012601318549871.post-47477331694420520142014-04-13T01:42:00.003-07:002014-04-13T03:22:34.643-07:00Paro Tshechu and my Angay's Makeup Set<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Of the many occasion and memorable moments of her life,my late granny,Angay Bou,recalls Paro Tshechu like a Christmas evening party at space34.It is a moment not just of social call but of what best attire and ornament you want to wear on this most awaited event.<br />
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She was just 16 years old.Not far away from our home,there was a emerald tiny lake.Known by her beauty,she was chosen as beauty pageant by the community.The best thing she could do as an ambassador is to offer the mermaid of our locality, the precious gifts and best foods.This would in turn bless our village with abundant peace,prosperity and harvest.<br />
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There were other three girls who had body,personality,smile,energy and intelligence.The oracle of asha POW,(who performs the rituals) design an artistic tormas(ritual cakes) with beautiful color patterns to impress the mermaid.My granny would wear a willow crown,put on her best attire and they do the usual choir surrounding the tiny lake of our village.An incense offering and musical tune will make the lake dance to the rhythm.Many people would turn up to witness the rare event.Such was the harmony and co-existence of our people with the nature.<br />
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Three months prior to Paro Tshechu,many of the young pretty girls of my village would start preparing themselves for the occasion.Well my Angay said, people had the most valuable time of their life.By witnessing the Tshechu,not only blessings are invoked,but even the sins get wiped away.Besides, each mask dance has significant role for understanding and knowing the faces will help you conquer your fear after the life.<br />
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She climbs up to the highest hill to collect the best resin from the finest pine.While gathering firewood,Bou would also make sure to get some bean sticks as well.With all the cones,she happily turns home.The simple but comprehensive resin makeup would be on her face for next 3 months.Subsequently she applies the resin to her hands and feet.This process continues till she ensures everything is done.<br />
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Every girl from the household would look onto others as the trend for fashion draws more crowd. Angay would wear her favorite ornament.The reddish coral necklace sandwiches the cat's eye which would add extra luster to her glowing skin.She puts in her gold carved betelnut box as her Kushuthara kira gives her a butterfly look .Exactly after three months,on the full moon day the resin would automatically peel off from the face,as she finally pours the clear spring water on her cheeks.<br />
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Along with other family members and relatives,they pack the most delicious and yummy lunch.Local dried pork,seasoned red chillies,turnip leaves and several gashamos(laughing mushrooms) would make the best picnic of times.<br />
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Well there were lot many things she did share with me.As far as i could recall,these are her greatest moments in her teens.<br />
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Paro Tshechu for me had been the most special juncture.I remember childhood days like playing watergun,going out with friends for gambling(Tambola,zecko,parala,beer fishing,luck tip,car racing and many more).It is a special event for all the Parops and people across Bhutan who come to seek blessings especially on the Thongdrol day.<br />
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As we continue to receive all those grace of happiness,peace,prosperity,family union and social harmony,I pray that our younger generations appreciate and take forward these wonderful heritage of our ancestors.Like other values,it will be the symbol of connectivity and immeasurable wealth of our country in times to come.<br />
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Happy Paro Tshechu to all..!!!<br />
May you get the blessings of happiness and good health,<br />
May you continue to be a good human being..!</div>
Sangye Trasheyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04109747443991762184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34012601318549871.post-39089546689459715282011-07-25T01:52:00.000-07:002011-07-26T00:23:54.138-07:00I wish my King and the Queen , A Very Happy & romantic Wedding<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0F0swYh6uPSKhPYRE-ki7E256PtnEGenyTBI1UV_pkSA9ar3n9PQH35vCFmOWgiEAXE0h_zoBePuQOrRtbitwppGHjF2E4Db6lXI6YdktmYz-uDxaC3TQ5g0hg8BGCwbKLLXsFzlyLw/s1600/HM%2526Bride.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="320" width="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0F0swYh6uPSKhPYRE-ki7E256PtnEGenyTBI1UV_pkSA9ar3n9PQH35vCFmOWgiEAXE0h_zoBePuQOrRtbitwppGHjF2E4Db6lXI6YdktmYz-uDxaC3TQ5g0hg8BGCwbKLLXsFzlyLw/s320/HM%2526Bride.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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. <br />
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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,<br />
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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.<br />
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A Very Happy & romantic WeddingSangye Trasheyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04109747443991762184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34012601318549871.post-58642609653957238022011-05-31T10:27:00.000-07:002011-05-31T10:27:58.819-07:00Colors of my Village<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQsF_REi_Pip2plx7yX3Ynq6Yp6CNAw8CB5JGvaXtHEDeR1LDnZB6TJ0szgT591KDd2q_RgQaoES4bA-9ln3LqTa5xJqBrG3TNlr5Ii-eUaTYzjG4iFLBw3mXoWsbaEF3JiOwqAn-5Vg/s1600/DSC00008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style=""><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQsF_REi_Pip2plx7yX3Ynq6Yp6CNAw8CB5JGvaXtHEDeR1LDnZB6TJ0szgT591KDd2q_RgQaoES4bA-9ln3LqTa5xJqBrG3TNlr5Ii-eUaTYzjG4iFLBw3mXoWsbaEF3JiOwqAn-5Vg/s320/DSC00008.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN_dgsVycf1R6LWMugrYStGLtp2xgsMfXWtRxDarJIMu627zAEMTtFN1pTUZoYt3OnHsIj3qDazyu1L_2d937IPK8M2oEs0304UM0_v6G2YSgzD6eBk5y4FnqK53j2zFfpImqU7ZKbIg/s1600/DSC00019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style=""><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN_dgsVycf1R6LWMugrYStGLtp2xgsMfXWtRxDarJIMu627zAEMTtFN1pTUZoYt3OnHsIj3qDazyu1L_2d937IPK8M2oEs0304UM0_v6G2YSgzD6eBk5y4FnqK53j2zFfpImqU7ZKbIg/s320/DSC00019.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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<i>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.<br />
Time will heal everything.<br />
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.<br />
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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.<br />
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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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Today we both were drunk,so drunk that the reality is out of portion for a while.<br />
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.<br />
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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.<br />
He promised me to pay a next visit to my beautiful country which has been a soul healer to the troubled thoughts .<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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 . <br />
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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. <br />
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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. <br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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<br />
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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.<br />
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.<br />
This thinking made him even more confusing that he still believes she is still alive and that had been just a night mare.<br />
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He keeps waiting her with the daughter slept to the right only to find the emptiness in him lingering recurrently<br />
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.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.<br />
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She rushed along the street corridors.They met and Leeong gave him a kiss."Darling thanks for everything,I knew you would come".<br />
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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.Sangye Trasheyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04109747443991762184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34012601318549871.post-13251893762313329752011-04-28T05:51:00.000-07:002018-07-05T02:01:32.128-07:00Dear Mum,beautifully You!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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The room filled into the hush of unbreakable silence.Into the blues of labor room,there she laid her feet half aside the entrance of hell,hanging her arms to the cliff edges of heaven door.This was her seventh time in the deciding game between life and death.It was a perilous task crippled in the hands of time,yet at any instant and a clock strike, a hanging sword might break its tie and fall down apart her fragile life.<br />
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My Dad ran down the hills towards a monastery (Gompa) in the hope of provoking blessings from the local deities of precious time.It was the eldest of the sister who kept feeding Mom the warmth of porridge(kabchi thuep) that ran down all her tummy to provide a little energy as she further pushed me a little down from her body.Alas in the hopes and goodwill wishes,gods did favor us.<br />
A cry echoed from the walls of alien hospital."It's a son",my sister bursted into tears of joy.That moment,she sealed a kiss of glory on my tiny forehead.she then helped me open my little sight to the heaven of beautiful world.We derived from the same warmth and I exactly knew how my Mom felt the success of her seventh birth.<br />
It was all about how the poignant atmosphere ardently transformed into a delightful moment.It was like sight of cherry blossoms after the winter months.This very times of history was all about hopes and fulfillment.<br />
Well,My dear Mom,you know your son is not a good writer,nor you have any idea that he scribbles his thought in a corner of some world like this.If you by any means come across this little page,I must tell you,that you have been the most perfect design of gods in all the times to come.<br />
Today,as I stand aside the world,in the rush away times of life and schedules,I carry the inability guilt to give you back the warmth and love I received from you.The yester years of torture and sacrifices you made for me,the pain and amount of labor you underwent at that hospital bed,the times of your life in bringing me up will remain engraved in my heart and soul.I always pray and wish you a good health,happiness and greater inner peace .<br />
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My love for you will remain till the stars in the sky cease to shine.<br />
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Your loving Son,<br />
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Few months,i had a call from my childhood friend who at that time been the brain box of our class,ranging from dzongkha to the last subject of school days,his name printed and echoed from the the podium of result day,every body jeered and cheered.Today,unexpectedly,he just rang me saying,"hey how you doing,dude?", i drank to the depth of still holding the title of result". i replied,bravo,you deserve it,you made it,make sure you don't get kicked with that addict habit and with certain conversation, shared the verse and poetry of reality.<br />
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School and college days were over.I was waiting desperately for the time to get rid of the studies at some point.The assignment,weekly tests,project,and lab works were so hectic like even you don't have time on weekends to hooked around with friends to rejoice and share a cup of wine with a glee.The school days had taught me valuable lessons of life,not about handling failure in studies,but about leading a team,hostel and Mess management,hosting a show,public speaking,coping with agriculture programs,washing piglets,organizing cultural show,scouting,how to win hearts.<br />
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Down the memory lane,times had been tough and hard.And when you of the view,you would never surrender to life,you become a conqueror of yourself.You become tougher,because when your are taught to be tough,you become bold and brave.Today,as i sit and lean back on my office arm chair and reflect,i get a clearer view of life that,it wasn't just the academic alone that gave me a happy starting life.It was the result of yesterday's sort of daring every bit of failing experience, in every downturn that wakes your head up. I don't find any cause in becoming someone special without having a heart and interest in what you love to do.I really love the beauty and way god has framed the life.<br />
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Well,the joy of getting the first payment was far more challenging than managing and scheduling the timetable for studies,games and other activities in school and college.The payment and demands,rocks that need to be crushed and checklist that goes numberless.It was then just a month old since i freshly joined the office.No,ATM card but just managed a simple bank account.The Accounts section then called me up to collect my first payment.You can imagine,for years and years,you have been supported through your parents shoulder,today when you first look around and be able to stand on your newbie feet,its not just the feeling of achievement,but to every hard work and battle,there is after all a sense of relieve and end to those toughest days of life.<br />
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I am sure that Ecstasy and joy of life's first payment would be a beautiful moment to remember in days to come.Its all about going to a temple,offering a portion to the almighty for the help and blessings for fortune,parents who had been there for all the difficult times of our life, people who were and will be the sole motivator,<br />
and friends who would look there for a great satisfactory treat.<br />
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After all a jump for a joy and drinking with friends around,giving some small gifts to parents,little brothers and sisters,cousins,and some portion purchasing some fashionable outfits,spent on shoes,money order to a brother who is on further studies away from home,you end the day with empty pocket waiting anxiously for the month to end for another acclaim.And yes life is good at the end,because you live every moment of the precious time with lovable ones.<br />
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A friend of mine who works in some private firm just stated on his face book status today,"as i insert my ATM Card,the machine laughed".<br />
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Its not healthy to curse every darkness,rather light some candles.Life is a beautiful cycle,ups and downs,yet you create a history by living every moment with people around spreading sparks and joy ,because we ought to live more by living and breathing with others around.Sangye Trasheyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04109747443991762184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34012601318549871.post-90088383105217351542011-03-24T04:50:00.000-07:002011-03-24T04:50:11.718-07:00The wind who blew off my roof<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3CchtAi1D3SGlm3lGIeFkewSy8vyLjOLRAJlAHlmgMDaSXVmhonNGCNkhEu68zSpermGRDhpiosG2Nt59ASTkaBZnluWD7rGKMYnV8224kpTlTQ5mbqNS10vB0-S-U2vjCeG5AIYqIA/s1600/Windstorm-paro.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="191" width="250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3CchtAi1D3SGlm3lGIeFkewSy8vyLjOLRAJlAHlmgMDaSXVmhonNGCNkhEu68zSpermGRDhpiosG2Nt59ASTkaBZnluWD7rGKMYnV8224kpTlTQ5mbqNS10vB0-S-U2vjCeG5AIYqIA/s400/Windstorm-paro.gif" /></a></div><i>image source:BBS</i><br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
All a matter of inconsistent thoughts that hover around and around creates a joy and changes to agony in a moment of second.<br />
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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.<br />
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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.Sangye Trasheyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04109747443991762184noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34012601318549871.post-75381003711797607092011-01-19T22:06:00.000-08:002011-01-31T02:53:14.320-08:00Snowman who visited Bhutan This yearThimphu 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.<br />
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Thimphu and Dochula after the 2011 snowfall.<br />
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I heard a recitation sound of BazaGuru echoing from the curve of Hot spring well.It was Agay Dopchu from Ozorong,he is drunk again.He started with his epic of Guru tales while battling the debate through humors,dirty jokes,teasing the Ngalong women that consistently keep the teasing and lust temptation arouse within him.<br />
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December,January,February and almost in the midst of March are the most favourable time for the people who loves Tsachu(soaking in hot spring).For my Apa,it has been a regular routine going all the way to Gelephu Tsachu atleast once a year.Where as my Ama prefers Chubu Tsachu(Punakha).The Tsachu/soaking in a hotspring has been like a customary way of life dating back to the times as far my Apa remembers recalling the face of his great grand father.It was ultimately me who then get a chance to vist all the Tsachus assisting Apa and Ama as a professional homely Bhutanese cook.I can cook to the tune of their appetites,while being active and flexible in all the matters ranging from shopping to waking up in the middle of night preparing tea and porridge for them.This had made Apa and Ama felt more convenient taking me with them from all the seven siblings.<br />
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Winter is the most suitable season for the hot spring goers.While Tsachus/hot spring suppose to contain highly medicinal value,here in Bhutan of myths and beliefs,we strongly in the view of considering these places as the most sacred place visited and blessed by saints with magical powers.Therefore every one must go/must have experience the beauty and charm of natural hot spring bath.<br />
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Chubu Tsachu is located in the Majestic Punakaha valley along the banks of river Phochu,a distance of 5 hour initially walk from Samdingkha.Now the new road leads as far as nabdingkha Valley,leaving just a 2-3 hours walk to the hot spring.Its a lovely short kind of trekking,breathing a fresh natural air,while sighting the valleys through the terrains,following the horses that would help you take your rations to the hot spring.If you are long distance walk phobia,its better then to head towards the south for a warm Gelephu Tsachu.A car or cab would take just approximately 15 kilometres from the main town.You don't have to walk like the Chubu Tsachu.<br />
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9 lovely days at Tsachu is worth and spent in the most memorable times of my life.I wish to visit atleast once a year again.A 12 year old boy in a red jacket just skipped by in front of my eyes with a cane of Tongma as i passed by him towards the first glimpse of Tsachu pools.A year before me,Apa,Ama,and my younger brother just returned from Chubu Hot spring.This year favoring my Apa,we decided to go for Gelephu Tsachu,which Ama reluctantly agreed.<br />
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I was then in class 11.We started our journey from Paro,packing all the necessary ration such as dry chillies,red rice,mini gasstove,blankets,tent,patang,dried vegetables,biscuits,lantern,butter,salt,snacks,milk,torch,match stick,cheese,a tray of egg,some noodles,red label tea,chankey,candles,slippers,half pants,a radio,tea leaves for Suja,pots,hotcase,sikam paa,dried beef.My sisters had,a day before had a grand shopping from Tashi super market,the modern necessities and items,that are required along with regular rations.<br />
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At Tsachu i was then involved with regular schedule of cooking.I managed the ration till the last day at Tsachu.It was extremely lovely.I was the man who soaked 8 hours in the well almost panting for breath.My body absorbed the depth of minerals enough to knock off like Mr Bean's chicken cooking.I peeped to the beautiful charming girls who dressed in black paints(slacks),long hair,glossy lips,fair skin,perfume smell that made the madness in me erupt.They come slowly to the well and cant take off my eyes from the sight of their fingers with a black nail polish and purple eyes.That was a kind of madness in me,watching a beauty,never letting it skip by.I was really sorry,cant wait there to watch the entire show of a beauty.My ama distracts me.She comes back to the pool and i had to to sacrifice and leave.I am a shy guy who is so much scare of falling in love and talking of getting crush,forget about it,cant even have guts to propose an opportunity.Lets forget it,all a past stories and memories.<br />
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For me the art of happiness within still lingers a shadow.Its through the times at Tsachu,some come for happy trekking in a group,some family,some lovers,some couples,some official,some monks,laymen and cooking that ranges from a a thukpa to fried rice and aroma of the red rice and dried chillies buzzing amongst sikam paa within the aluminium pots keeps me afresh of living memory that yes,i had my wonderful days at Tsachu.Its through laugh and interaction,jokes,songs,the dependability on others that arouse the inner happiness within to go beyond the concept of finding GNH within ourselves.Sangye Trasheyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04109747443991762184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34012601318549871.post-80577889567878793662011-01-06T02:31:00.000-08:002011-01-07T01:02:46.995-08:00Riding the Winter Roads<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB_X-LjmTgSAbucEmorVN2C_gv5fxF8mGkWTVL0FJzVD6Pn4skD8zaxX1Mq7lPFahBZqw7uzuH84jzbwp6Tvya5Cx4uJBYJLxtC-xkaOAa-QLKnhMzmZW5pLppVn1j_SKyJ6RbTBNpLA/s1600/winter_road.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB_X-LjmTgSAbucEmorVN2C_gv5fxF8mGkWTVL0FJzVD6Pn4skD8zaxX1Mq7lPFahBZqw7uzuH84jzbwp6Tvya5Cx4uJBYJLxtC-xkaOAa-QLKnhMzmZW5pLppVn1j_SKyJ6RbTBNpLA/s320/winter_road.jpg" /></a></div>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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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. <br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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The number of cars had increased so rapidly especially in the city resulting into number of accidents one after another.<br />
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Several highway notice and warnings that alerts me frequently while driving are: <br />
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********* START EARLY,REACH EARLY ***********<br />
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********** SPEED THRILLS,BUT KILLS ************<br />
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**********IF YOU CAN READ THIS,THEN YOU ARE ABOUT TO KISS ME ***********<br />
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********** ACCIDENT PRONE AREA,DRIVE SLOWY OR SINKING AREA *************<br />
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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.<br />
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The results of careless driving can be at times so devastating,losing lives,while disabling our ability.Sangye Trasheyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04109747443991762184noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34012601318549871.post-14869119761366850772010-12-31T03:25:00.000-08:002010-12-31T03:25:20.775-08:00See You Next Year<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW3zgZ39rbG-d6w0P5D763mDvOp29DjhXtP_ABTCmfAhGSkuUYqPp8CAyx64I9gaFXeowvmebxLlp7xynF0Ayz_Vur9b4-7KoRkUEOHNaBcgOmtbMbsqvlolVOBBZuSMOeRDboaFzWeg/s1600/snowfall.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="214" width="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW3zgZ39rbG-d6w0P5D763mDvOp29DjhXtP_ABTCmfAhGSkuUYqPp8CAyx64I9gaFXeowvmebxLlp7xynF0Ayz_Vur9b4-7KoRkUEOHNaBcgOmtbMbsqvlolVOBBZuSMOeRDboaFzWeg/s320/snowfall.jpg" /></a></div><br />
Its been now so silent in the evening,i felt a rhythm of tranquility beating through the nerves of my body. Oh!,its Friday 31st December,2010.The time in my computer reads 4:05pm.I got down from a day's work,so that i would leave my self a time to post a final adieu to 2010 somewhere in a corner like this, like a diary keeper who wouldn't like missing an important event get skip by without being written down somewhere.My office mates leaving their desk greeting other fellows,"Happy New Year 2011".I quickly gave them back,Sir!,Madam!,See you next year.A shocking response from another table threw the words back.. ,"what, next year?,oh,yeah,yeah...he finally nodded and agreed."Wish you a prosperous 2011 sir!,",and he did vanished from the main entrance. <br />
Its been quite windy,here in thimphu in the afternoon hours.I rushed and drive through the dried fallen leaves and twigs of willow that lie untrodden on the high way winter roads to my house, only to confirm that the sangpho bowl(incense burning bowl) is inside the house and later drive back to take my love for a new year lunch at Mid point restaurant,somwhere in the heart of magical Thimphu city.I had a friend who works in Mongar.He had a day full of sunshine,and we shared our heartfelt greetings for advance happy days ahead.<br />
Well with year 2010 having been completed,its my 2 years in civil sevice serving my country and people through ICT services and asistance to my knowledge and rest from the experience and exposure taught to me from seniors.Some People often complain of having no work or playing games on desktop or simply facebooking from morning to evening,or finding scholarship programs,it may be right or to some extent rumours,but in all,i am sure,there are lot many works to be done.Infact when there are more responsibilities,we learn much more and get maximum of exposure.The sense of taking part and idea of having more responsibilities means a desire to learn more beyond the boundaries.The innovation and flaming desire of serving and excitement of my first day to the office is still within me and i ll keep the spirit no matter whatever lies on the way.<br />
My parents,relatives,friends had been very supportive all the way.<br />
It had been very the most wonderful times of my life and i must confirm to express here the amount of unfailing happiness and richness that i am endowed with for having a true friend like Sangay Thinley (nick name:khengpait@gmail.com/Pema Samdrup),he is blessed with so many names,while others have hardly two.<br />
The warmth and love of another Sangay ('Miss Irish Coffee','one small window',my love and honey made me complete.Thanks to 2010 and years gone by,which otherwise i have never knew the value of 'living in the moments..' And there still many important people who had given me a true meaning of friendship and taught me essence of life.It gives me a complete sense of satisfaction to name all these people who made me and gave me the meaning of beautiful life.I wish you all,where ever you are ,"a very prosperous Happy new Year".I promise beyond words like the actors to their fans,to work and live upto the expectations of my country,friends,parents and my love.<br />
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To all the bloggers,incase if you come across these lines,you people had been the sole inspirer.Believe me,your writings had been very innovative and i breath to every pages of your post.These really made me discover an inner voice within me,to fall in love with writing.I promise,i am not a good writer,but my love for writing made me reflections and random thoughts within me.Good or bad,down the memory lane,at times it makes me happy to flip to the pages what i have written some day.An expression of what my thoughts did convey.What else i want more than this self discovery within me?<br />
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The years gone by had been really beautiful days and months.I am a two year old and the life had given me many wonderful adventures new meaning and purpose.<br />
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To all of You: <br />
MAY THIS NEW YEAR BRING NEWLY FOUND PROSPERITY, LOVE,HAPPINESS AND DELIGHT IN YOUR LIFE...<br />
Happy new year 2011Sangye Trasheyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04109747443991762184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34012601318549871.post-49680055107600200642010-11-04T03:32:00.000-07:002010-11-04T03:36:42.873-07:00I was in Class PP A that time..<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF0qQwjavp1633Qgs495riGHdhlwap14Bsl4BspvmxAMlu02kZhK23aMkRlWvrpXKkH1QGalI8x_8m3wvFxMgy29M9UyzMJDUTlubQrkmU_TZ6mc8VZSUqUjemyHe7mxGfIybL46N2tg/s1600/class.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="214" width="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF0qQwjavp1633Qgs495riGHdhlwap14Bsl4BspvmxAMlu02kZhK23aMkRlWvrpXKkH1QGalI8x_8m3wvFxMgy29M9UyzMJDUTlubQrkmU_TZ6mc8VZSUqUjemyHe7mxGfIybL46N2tg/s320/class.jpg"</img></a></div><br />
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My dear Fountain Pen and Chelpark Ink,<br />
I was proudly in class II since you were introduced to me.My handwriting was quite horrible,so big,hen-prints that lay aside on muddy clay garden perhaps.It was a rhyme that taught me from PP-down..up..down..up till the words turn into some colorful art.My class teacher Miss Yangchen had a tough time turning my stiff hands work into form. My lips would turn dark of soaking pencil into mouth to get the dark letters. My exercise book almost get bath into cooking oil that leaks out from my pack lunch.Still i manage to maintain a Geometry box rich with pencils,all marked with compass points,won from the compass match that requires a little narrow tunnel shaped and throwing at the pencils-a bet from the players.<br />
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It was later i choose to go for marbles than compass game.My luck was not good,you know.We had a group of friends who take pipe cycle to the school.A pipe cycle is a circular pipe with metal handle that chase the pipe wheel to turn while keeping balance without falling down.It was not about Apa reaching you in Mercedes,but a distance of more than 15 kilometre walking in a liberty shoe with village mates.A bully is sure on the way.You got to have techniques of giving them a chocolate or bribe,so that you don't get screw up.School going was really fun for me.Despite hurdles and tiredness,we live through apple orchards,peach ,plums like monkeys.The long distance walk would be enough to exhaust up all your breakfast energy by the time you reach to school.It was in the very first period,that you started falling a good nap,unless a bee sting from the back of ear wakes you up and you would then realized,all class mates chuckling at you and teacher taking all the energy to pull your ear up.Haha.I was at least lucky not to have experience the taste of prick nettle leaves on my butt like my friends.<br />
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Life in school is really interesting,even in the high school days,i lost up all my english exam paper time just writing 5-6 pages 20 mark essay on school life,because life is really beautiful and i felt it,that's why those memories never gets wipe out.<br />
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Well,dear fountain pen , I mean to be more specific,the Chinese Hero Pen and the chelpark ink,i still miss these two equipment.You know here in office, we don't have to use the pen frequently, that's why i lost all the beauty and the skills,art and connection with you.Still then this is a letter to You.<br />
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The class II A were in their most exciting moments,as they can now start using the pen.Some big handwriting,that goes off the exercise book track,some torn out their pages of ink flow on their book,some blue mouths,on ear,face,desk whatever,that's a scenario from a typical Class II A students pride in having a privilege of using fountain pen.The beauty of using a fountain pen,early morning i rise up rushing to brush up my shoes to get some cherry polish,only to washed with mud on the way,and filling up chelpark ink in the hero pen.After the breakfast,then its a time to go to school.Calling the friends and we rush in a queue with pipe cycle.<br />
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Beautiful moments of life still makes me and sometimes,i feel like going back again to the time where i come from.It is then helpless,I can just feel the life,i can silently write somewhere how beautiful those days are.Sangye Trasheyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04109747443991762184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34012601318549871.post-11860213289204865892010-10-01T00:43:00.000-07:002014-04-23T18:04:33.809-07:00The Interpretation of Ata Kesang's happiness<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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It dates back to the days when Ata Kesang Tshering like other ordinary school going chaps can find jobs like treasure cave. You just need to point at the best gem.Gone were the days,where you get free even the soaps and towel at a remote boarding school.<br />
<i>"Our days of school had made us bold and brave,rising as early as lark,toiling through the dense forest,crossing massive rivers,walking up hills",</i>said Ata.<br />
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<i>"Today I am happy because those hardships and beautiful moments had given me sense of great contentment and happiness".</i><br />
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53 years old,Ata Kesang from Tashigang Thrimshing has been serving the country since 1975.Today he works in one corner of Flood Warning Section office under the Department of Hydromet Service.<br />
Going to office has lots of fun.It's not just about the work of the day.Ata brings his favourite yellow -white stripped pack lunch hot-case ,and he opens up the aroma of kewa datse from his sumptuous vegetarian meal. His sweet wife has prepared his day's meal with all love and care.He could easily sense it from the taste of his lunch.<br />
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Today is Thursday.It's exactly 1:00pm.He shouts 'choai' 'choai' in sharchopkha dialect.The alarm signals the rest of his fellow mates reminding them for lunch time.Every one breaks out for lunch .<br />
At times,it is hard to find space at the canteen.People like Ata Kesang finds a joy in togetherness. The taste of food is one,the conversation after food is another.It is here that I was introduced to his way and world of simple and humble living,a satisfied yet dignified style of life dedicating his free time to prayers .He spends a meaningful time with his children and make sure that they get enough of his attention and good values.<br />
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The earlier conversation we had at our lunch time was his profession and the times of his life.Ata was infact country's second group and the batch of students who were trained in wireless telegraphy operation.They were known as Babus-indeed wireless Babus,of higher profession.Initially as Ata recalls,there were only 13 of them.Some resigned now,few promoted as heads in several agencies,several others still at Bhutan Telecom.<br />
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It was in Eighth standard when Ata Kesang with group of friends decided to join the service offered by the Royal Government.There were many opportunities and scope.Competition wasn't that tough. Ata always had a notion to get a job,not because you get paid but that excitement and curiosity to serve and stand on your feet is a dream.His passion to be able to operate wireless telegraphy was of latest communication technology during the time.They were trained for almost one year in its operation.<br />
The Wireless telegraphy at that time was under Information and communication.It was later used effectively for hydro-Met services in the country where Ata served as a part of the team.He received Nu 150 during the training phase.Later was incremented to Nu 250 per month as his salary. The wireless telegraphy uses code and morses.As Ata recollects, many of our people did make best use of it.However they also need to pay for a certain group of texts typed and sent.<i>"Initially we just had the message system,which was later upgraded to voice communication",</i>said Ata<i>.</i><br />
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Everyday Ata comes to office as early as 8:00am .His task for the day mainly includes fetching weather data updates from numerous stations across the country.For instance,Mongar,Samtse,Dagana,Chukha Sunkosh,Mangdechu sershong,Tendru and Deothang.Once he gets done with the morning routine,he prepares for the second update in the evening.If you happen to be around flood warning office,you would probably see Ata Kesang with wireless voice system receiving and noting down the data as far as from Lunana. The data is then being used for rainfall,flood and other weather analysis.<br />
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Away from work,Ata is a self sufficient and contented person leading good times of his life with children and his sweet wife.The savings he made from earnings is enough to take his wife and family for a yearly pilgrimage tour to bodhgaya.Ata walks all the way from Chanjiji to the office place with group of friends,conversing and sharing cheerful moments of life.He also takes advantage of the city Buses.These buses had a theme,<i>"Take a ride and be happy"</i>, which is similar to his noble philosophy of life and happiness.<br />
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He never had been late to office till date.<br />
Ata looks forward for continued good times of life.Not only he prays for his family's welfare,he lays all his heart for the happiness and well being of the sentient beings.Just as he finds joy and contentment in every simple thing,each day he discovers a great sense of INNER PEACE and meaning of living. </div>
Sangye Trasheyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04109747443991762184noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34012601318549871.post-78153400511669984972010-08-17T23:10:00.000-07:002010-08-26T03:57:22.139-07:00Somewhere in 1960s..A story from my Late Grandmother's Diary<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsPQTPy1E5vSNBmC3UyJMMnQC2eZajavtpRoAIBzlWhmaI_C4OabIjLhN9_pPwtLODNnvIlerkCSYU6U7UKC-gEh80KvLzNETK55H_D_L3N8uZ8IXWjBl-2LjsZIdvLK7ordxzkJHeUQ/s1600/a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsPQTPy1E5vSNBmC3UyJMMnQC2eZajavtpRoAIBzlWhmaI_C4OabIjLhN9_pPwtLODNnvIlerkCSYU6U7UKC-gEh80KvLzNETK55H_D_L3N8uZ8IXWjBl-2LjsZIdvLK7ordxzkJHeUQ/s400/a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509659401347600178" /></a><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">"For Sangay,what he thinks is,life without crossing troubles and hurdles is at times not worth living for there wouldn't be moment of happiness or the charm of happiness cant be felt at all.In the following imaginary story,Sangay brings out the aspect of life in a rush away time..."</span><br /><br /> Officer Mindu crawled to the switch cover and finger pressed hard against the switch button that glowed the dim bulb lighting up the heaven in his hell bedroom.The sound of coughing out drops of thick blood that ardently woke up his ailing grandmother sleeping adjacent in next room.He looked back to his rolex watch,Its 1:00 am.From a freshly shattering dream that haunted life more than the harsh treatment of reality,perhaps the night he had filled up all his guts with numberless liters of alcohol, the only answer to the solution helped him fight back the justice of his fate.The aching back and nerves deteriorated the health more than tobacco smoke did cover up breathing lungs.His grandmother filled him cups of spring water that ran down and balmed his pale stomach struggling the cancerous cell counting down number of remaining days on earth.<br /><br />Mindu-like the 6 sparkling stars in a crescent night, Why girls would not have a crush with him,if they have lived in his times?.Mindu could speak hindi fluently than anyone else forget about english,could recite a poem,compose songs play a professional Dramgyen and even to bagging all school rock star awards.He is a perfect traditional archer and bull's eye shooter.He even went to India through his excellent academic performance.He could speak out french somehow.<br /><br />Mindu is in his late 60s.He had all the perfect begining of life that anyone wished to have crave for.In schools,a brilliant front bench chap who did never let his teachers down.He would fetch and score subject marks that never descended below 90s, a mathematics wizard,physics genius,chemistry dexter.Sometime,he even wrote a beautiful essay on behalf, that gave his girl friend-a center of literary attraction in the school.Every class,there is a mouthing of his name like the prayer chant.And Mindu for times to come,had always been an examplary ,what professors called as the finest crystal and model of models. He dare to head shaved and inspire fellow mates on every down trodden occassion.<br />Now people watched with wonder, how many seeds like Mindu had almighty sowed on the planet.<br /><br />His story of successful journey continued and fortunate that finally he had been blessed by a handsome paying job that secured him and life of sunshine path started.That was one chapter of his life closed with successful remarks.For many a times in life,Mindu remembers one thing through all his journey of life.An unfailing trust and faith in God,perhaps he was brought out in the village through all turmoils,difficulties and shouldering family burden.He had a hardworking pious devouted father,a farmer by profession who never lead family to suffering but self reliant and independent, to him Mindu often see as his role model. <br /><br />After successful completion of studies from India,Mindu settled down with life and happily married and been bestowed with a pretty daughter and sons who later grew up seeking faith in late parties than prayers in the altar,taking refuge in drugs than offering incense.Mindu later realized,it was his own fault perhaps not have taught and passed down those prayers or else could have told them stories of himself,so that they could taken it as role model and grew up as better citizens.Now they are being brought up in such a well established environmnent but without a moment of hardwork,its hard to make them realize and feel the extreme depth of natural happiness.With these moments,life had been really hard for Mindu to express the extreme inward feelings that clouded and faded all his glee of his school days although he hardly worry about the wealth.He could no more find peace even at his own home inspite of having all the latest modern infrastructure.<br />His own children,for him difficult even to make them understand all the realities.Mindu's wife had been a role model for gambling.Her children ever since from a baby,might not have received the motherly care.Its all in the hands of maid and baby sitter that did brought out somehow managed and untoppled.She now has to go searching for drug that would heal the pain of her beloved son.<br /><br />As days passed on,the faith of life and mystery,even chanting prayers,the basic mind calming and concentration which has been Mindu's habit for years has now been lost.All he could do is,one-one turning-one-one wife.He gave his every wife a basic need such as house,and a car.<br />The story of his life continued,he even visit his elderly children.His initial wife had a good understanding,doesnt bother about Mindu's whereabout as long as money flows to home.Even the children later did marry and started with new beginning of life somehow.Mindu has been ignored.His own mother succumbed to death with high pressure and stresses and finally heart attack that was gifted by her beloved son.<br />Mindu's only true friend was a prestigious lama meditating for many years and always been away from materialistic world.With his advice,Mindu did even initiated and sponsored some good merits and deeds.The only pilgrimage that he undertook was during his father's time,that was the time when a community service was mandatory for every household and Mindu was somehow got to assist his father carrying loads to a reputed temple nearby.<br /><br />Mindu's children did not heed to his words.They threw back his words,argued and his sense of giving them care and love,treating them chechy-his heartly dear as he realized was in a wrong way."I spoiled my children,and i deserved this for the justice",he uttered silently.The restless days and sleepless night hover around for every seconds of his life.<br />Since then life always been a burden to him.He took up alcohol and smoking as a companion.Someday he came across doctors who warned him of his failing kidney and liver.He didnt bother and that didnt mattered him even for a second thought.When he wokeup,he changed himself to come back to life and lead it peacefully,but the haunting trails did never let him escape reality bitterness.He lost all the hopes and dreams of his family and life.<br /><br />For many a times,Mindu look back to life with contentment and thanked for small things that made a huge difference and height.For one thing,a mistake that he had committed,looked not as lessons,but hardest thing haunting even at his brink of death every now and then.<br /><br />After life had successfully paid him back his hardwork and dedication the bitter chapters started flipping as if time did never heal and forgive for the mistakes he made.He didnt bother to look back on times,for he has now rush up everything for the last minutes of his breath<br />The most beautiful converation of his life was with his best friend -the lama who advised him to donate and contribute the worldly belongings to monasteries and gompas for it would help him sleep and rest in peace.<br /><br />Mindu now only left with a land somewhere and his car.He sacrificed and did not find any pleasure in the worldy affairs.He sold the car and contributed half the amount for some Animal Tsithar-saving and rescuing animals from butcher/death and remaining portion donated to a monastery for construction of stupa and MANI's(prayerwheels).<br />The amount received through selling land was contributed to a shedra in the remotest corner.<br /><br />Mindu then contemplated back to his school days and reminded of beautiful days of rockstar and of all receiving the best student award from his Principal.<br />His grandmother cried as she helped her dearly grand child take a last sip of water<br /><br />Mindu struggled and managed to flip through the remaining pages of "Tibetan book of living and Dying" as he count down the last days on Earth and finally gave away his breath.Sangye Trasheyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04109747443991762184noreply@blogger.com0