Thursday, August 17, 2017

Reader and Writer - Today's World!

"That was a nice book Sir, and I must tell you, one amongst the bravest ones in Bhutan", I complimented him. 
He would just smile, "It was after drinking some bottles of beer that I had the knack to write those chapters". We both laughed and discussed everything and anything, and yet, nothing made a sense. 

Thursday, July 20, 2017

DD Chronicles : Episode 2

After Dophu's black coffee incident, Dhan Maya and Dophu wanted to go for a dinner date. This time, the conversation went on like this: 

Friday, July 14, 2017

Punatshangchhu Diaries: Episode 2

I didn't know that I had gone to study in Brown Man's Ivy League college, in engineering sector, trust me I wasn't the prodigal kid nor was I some kid whom professors would remember. With a racial pun there, I apologize. Today, few of my friends from my class hold very significant posts in Nepal and India, screw those guys because they were the reason why my GPA got embedded in the shadows of their colourful grades: we were graded upon a topper's performance and I seriously don't get it, what Mr. Amit Sunal would eat and the amount of hours he slept to top and receive many gold medals - today he is posted as a Commissioner at this tender age, somewhere in India. 

Thursday, July 6, 2017

Life In Thimphu.

Now, few of my clients, family members and friends might be thinking that I have all the time in the world, to write and to practice calligraphy, and not much time for their works and time to spend with them. In actual, these aren't the things that actually takes time. I write without thinking much and it doesn't take me more than 5 minutes to copy stencils and fonts. I am not flaunting that I am skilled, it's just a means to escape from cacophony in my head. Never was I so stressed or overloaded in my life. These writings and little bit of relation to art, is what keeps me calm at times. Nevertheless, I always am worried about the works that I am involved in. Lately, I have been missing deadlines and I don't like these feelings.

Tuesday, June 27, 2017

Punatshangchhu Diaries - Episode I

Before all the hype about Hydro Power sectors, with media thinking that they have unveiled its dirty secrets like chasing a unicorn and way before Politicians thought that they were experts on Hydro Power Economics, Hydro Power Projects remained golden egg hatching duck, for a fresh graduate like me then. 

Friday, June 16, 2017

True to Oneself.

It's morning and the mists are being swayed away by the rays of sun. What was once a chilly cold office is now being heated and the house flies pay their visits after the formal guests: mosquitoes! 

Wednesday, May 31, 2017

Opinion on Current Situation of Construction Industry in Bhutan.

You put on your tap and the water flows, be there a day whereby water is absent, and all hell breaks lose and through. 

Wednesday, May 10, 2017

Civil Engineering in Bhutan - As I think.

Maybe isolation during the age of baby boomers was inevitable for us, for we were surrounded by mountains, rivers, forests and ridges. While it makes a foreigner to scratch his or her hair, when we flaunt the fact that majority of us are polyglots. 

Sunday, April 30, 2017

Let the Words find me.

As the little rapids shine reflecting moon and light from the crematorium, I stand leaning my arms upon handrails. With puffs of cigarettes and dogs lurking and barking in the night, I get lost in my own thoughts. It's been for a while, that I haven't thought nor have pondered about anything lately. 

Monday, April 17, 2017

Shame on all of us!

You see, there was a time, not long ago, perhaps a decade ago, that I was very much enthusiastic about the world around. I was bothered by the things that happened around the world, while people gave into fascism, religious crusades, how people were mocked if they weren't religious, how people inflicted opinions upon each other, how conniving the politicians were, how those jocks in Wall Streets got the whole world into financial crisis, why America had to go on war with any other nation when their idealism didn't match with hers, why poverty killed some 25000 people per day, why people were bombed, why Palestine's cries went unheard, why racism still existed, why world had ammunitions which were expensive and why didn't they build schools or gave food for free, why the world didn't hear Tibet's cries now but interestingly during the colonialism she was that hot chick which every white nation wanted to date and wanted to get to know her, and at the same time, if Buddhist valued impermanence so much then why few Rinpoches cling upon wealth so direly more than a marwari merchant, etc., and yes, there were too many 'whys' in my head. 

But I was a kid then, writing and expressing about those thoughts were too much of a double standard, it was negative to think so, and I was going hard on myself: These were the things I was told then, and as years passed by, I stopped writing about these things, because I would get schooled for thinking so, to have these opinions was simply wrong, it was like I was always pointing towards the dirty gutter while I should have been thankful for the beautiful pedestrian above it.