My paternal Grandmother.

My grandmother was a very patient women unlike any other women i had met in my life. Under her guidance i had learnt so many values in life like to forgive people irrespective of their actions and learn always to be calm at disheartning situations. Whatever she has taught me so far has helped me become the person i am today;calm, forgiving, endurable sense of nature and of all polite. She would often talk to me regarding my harsh and extreme kind of nature which i portrayed through my way of talking. I was a very bad communicator then. I am still awed by her sense of approaching someone even if it was her enemy which i believe she had none and her talks to us would always be in the form of a mild cold, like the one that appear after the rains have stopped. It was soft and soothing but at the same time alarming and provoking. She was a women of substances. She simply knew the truth and never accused anyone who tried disturbing her life by making false rumors or inconvenience’s in her family. The easiest thing i believe for her to do was simply give more and she never expected anything from anyone; as far as i know and her love for grandfather was eternal. When i had lived with her there came across so many incidents where people would turn ungrateful to her and yet she smiled; a very satisfactory smile full of accomplishment. As a parent she was very supportive as this i knew when she attended all my school programs and helping me with all necessary school agendas. For this reason she got along with everyone and it resulted in a loving atmosphere for her and help was available whenever required. Of all people she had a very close friend who was actually her sister in law which is quite a paradox to a mundane family situation; of all but the sister in law!

We remember you.

Today as Bhutan marks first nation wide holiday for International day of happiness we ought to remember our fourth king Jigme Singye Wangchuck for he is the man behind this wholesome idea of GNH. Thank you your majesty for making us feel so special everysingle day as we realise that we have been gifted with such selfless king our Apa(father) and been born in the most peaceful country in the world. At the end of the day today we must pray for the wellbeing of all those that guard our country from the very root of their lives; our guardian deity, His majesty and all the fellow army.

My eternal love

In the early years of my childhood i resided in the magnificent valley of Jemina, my mother's birthplace and ofcourse her father's village. The road to which my maternal aunt's corona car road was very rough and with no blacktopping's done, the vivd entrance from the bridge to the first sight of the valley uplighted my sentiments and thats how my first love for nature grew. Whole of the valley was covered with cypress tress and fresh river flowed during early spring. Most of my memories assciated with are the cold winter's where my mom and i always caught up with the snow on our way back from visit to an old family friend. The reason why so much of attachment i have to this day is the friednly country road towards my grandfathers orchard or the presence of my late grandfather or may be my mother's strawberries that now nomore grows in the abandoned kitchen garden. The first house's to appear were traditional bhutanese house following were cottages with very few fancy finishings and the cemetry perplexed me the most eachtime i made a visit to this place for i had never seen one and the only thing i heard about it was associated with ghost and spirits. The most exciting part was hiking all the way to my grandfather's upper orchard with such fresh apples and our group of stray dogs namely batman, tiger, domchu(bear0, lady and kala. Sadly i lost my dog lady after a treacherous accident and that was the last time i liked being around with dogs. After tiring day's the house to which i sheltered was a typical bhutanese house with alot of modifications and decent decorations;from there i remember the large clock with the Tashichhoe dzong at the back ground.

I remember that spring.

The spring of 2010 was a splendid one with flowers to bloom early and I was residing with my paternal grandmother than. However I found a lake full of joy to enjoy the sightseeing of the first blossom’s because I was isolated from all material possession and resided in valley of surpassing beauty, where at midday you could spot the only plane flying over the magnificent so called country hills. Walking to home from school was so heart stirring because I noticed the valley across the river (chu phaka) changed its color from grey dissapointment’s to a hope of green aspirations. Then after school I would immediately walk across my grandmother’s gardens and near the maturing river to take pictures of the blossoms and feel the fresh green trees. The only way to keep hold of those memories were through my digital camera which was gifted by my beloved apa(father) and at times I would just gaze through my 2 storeyed towards the splendid apple orchard . I must say these activities brought great joy and a source of contentment almost sufficing to all material compassions as a kid then and now reminiscing as an adult. When my cousins who lived in cities visited me I would take them for a walk and sightseeing near the river and the village road surrounded by cows ; a common scene at dusk.

Proud Bhutanese i am.

Vasant Valley ranking first in day school's in India has close ties with Bhutan since the director is a close friend of our king Jigme Khesar; the people's king. However the school becomes more familar when the only Bhutanese studying there is a friend of mine and this makes me more gay then ever to see such a talented Bhutanese take in the opportunity to study in one of the finest schools in India. I must say these four letter word*Thank you Tenzin Dadon*.

Mislead.

The tradition of paying tribute to your king and country is a common act before you watch a movie in a theatre and this is done by playing the national anthem in the standup position. The first one i witnessed is in one of the movie theatre's in Bhutan where they fastforwaded the national anthem and very few payed attention. However the second scene was witnessed in one of the movie theatre's in Thailand where everyone patriotically stands up; paying great homage and tribute to their king and country. I belive that this small act has taught many outsider's like us; irrespective of small or big country. Oh my my the last event associated with this issue was a week back in a housefull movie where they didn't even have the courtesy to play our anthem. Whose authority is this to be questioned about?

Happy Birthday your Majesty!

At the peak of midnight King Jigme Khesar will turn 33 today and early morning celebration's shall begin through out the country. We love our king out of free boundaries, under no such compulsion because the love that we have for our king is infinite; as that of a child towards his mother has. To us and throught the world he is known very few as the fifth dragon king and more as "people's king" clearly sufficing the servant that he has been to his citizens. . I do not know of any kingdom or republic or democracy nation which has and will see a brave and selfless being like this!. Wishing His Majesty a long life ahead and a prosperous new year onbehalf of your fellow citizens.