Sunday, December 20, 2015

Hair Cut In Trashi Yangtse.

Sometimes all we need is inspiration. 

When I was in Yangtse, I was quite amazed with too many people out there. There were gossips about black magicians and we were also told that some people will give you 'dhu' ~ hemlock in food. Legend says that any food some people touch, and their descendants will turn into poison. Because it is said that they are cursed. The social stigma and dogma attached to this legend will create a very bad impact upon that family, I also believe that that's how one will be out casted. 

Friday, December 18, 2015

The best Boss?

You know, 2015 wasn't good to me. I don't know if this was a year of bad luck or gods were playing dices over my feelings. 

It was the year I learned to cry and actually feel for myself and people around me. It was in a very mean way that life taught me things and took me places I didn't intend to and intended to go. 

Anyway, it is a strange thing to be in our society. Everybody will be around you when you are having good times. But if you say or admit that you are sad, then you get judged. You are treated as if you have Ebola. It is interesting, why one would get one's respect. 

Saturday, November 28, 2015

Weird experience.

It is her wedding and I am already half drunk, what a handsome groom you all would say. But I have smoked two packets of cigarettes already and am I having a cold feet? 

Wednesday, November 18, 2015

VAST Yangtse

To be or not to be?

I guess an artist is the one who uses lies to tell the truth.
Welcome to Trashi Yangtse, where the people are naive, and the place is known for Khandums, Khenpos and Trilkus.

Apart from the tales of Chorten Kora, Gom Kora, black necked cranes at Bumdeling and Kholongchu Project, you will not hear much about Trashi Yangtse. How will you? People of this place didn't make a noise, when age old Thang Thong Gyalpo bridge was dismantled and some of its chains were used at Paro.

Tuesday, October 27, 2015

The Myths about Experts.

Pay him three folds what you would pay your own countrymen to do the very things which could be done by your own countrymen. 

With no figures, it is a baseless accusation and my article would lose any debate. But we all are just mere stepping stones, and things simply don't happen over night. I write this today so that you will know, someday tomorrow, someone will come up with better figures, better statistics and of course, with better evidences to prove me right. But well, I just hope you see some truth in my-this article. 

Saturday, October 24, 2015

Writing to me.

Only jobless people do that. 

Anybody can write, without failing to commit grammatical errors. That's what a lady friend told me once. Well she was one learned lady and an ardent reader.

It is true that anybody can write, anybody can write anything. 

Thursday, October 8, 2015

Completing one among many.

So what does it take to build a building? When one building is completed, we can never get a full satisfied client or a being. Like a Taxi driver who didn't like the colour of the building which was pink, and then said, that the engineer didn't have sense of colour. Well Mr. Dophu, who knows the owner was on pinkathon and wanted it pink? 

Saturday, September 26, 2015

Remember them?

Today my six years old brother knows how to function with android phones and tablet. While I was of his age, I came home carrying shit loads of shit in my underwear. Trust me I did. There always will be a child who won't speak much but will urinate in the class. Thank you Rinchen Dorji from my kindergarten days who only remembers apart from me.

Our generation is that particular one which saw Bhutan transform from a very closed society to the one which we have now. People would even fear gups and gups could beat up people as well. Oh boy Dzongda in Dzongkhas were so powerful that even adults would shiver when they saw one. All in all I just wanted to make you remember those very old days and I hope you relate to them as well.

Thursday, September 17, 2015

His story.

''So meet my friend Lal Bahadur here'', said Dr. Tashi, who wanted to cheer up Lal Bahadur who was Lal less and more of Devdas.

''Hi'', said Norbu, a CEO of his own construction firm. Norbu wasn't a yak. He was an eloquent gentleman with clean shaved face. Slightly dark but 6 feet tall. He had short hair and it suited him. His nails clean and he wore G-shock watch. 

Tuesday, September 15, 2015

For my machine friends.

I guess few of us can only live upto what we dreamed to be, our amibitions resemble to those posters of celebrities whom we worship or idolise and later when we grow up, we are so ashamed to have dreamed of. A moment of silence to those kids of this generation who have Niki Minaj on their walls, to those girls who want to date Justin Bieber and a moment of laughter to my far cousin Tshering for liking John Abraham while all she might have gotten in her life were Johnny Levers.

And well, even though my Biology Teacher who said Biology happens to be a sixteen year old bum jarim  ( beautiful girl ) in the field of science, physics amused me. Now you have to go back to the real past why I chose engineering. Physics was topped by a brat. I hated him so bad but I congratulated him, a decent handshake. Tenth grade we both became best friends and after a decade and a year, we both are in same field.

Sunday, September 13, 2015

And then I fell in love

I look in the mirror and I wonder what went wrong? Why am I here where I stand today? Am I happy or do I deserve to be where I am?

 If you know me in person,  you will know that I am not much of an ambitious and neither am I a materialistic person. Is that good or bad I don't know.

Tuesday, September 8, 2015

Construction of Hydro Power Plants: The Perks of Working part II

I am writing this not because I am pro India.  I wrote this article very long time ago. But I didn't publish it because I thought the timing was wrong. But lately too much has been spoken and I fear it will stigmatise the future projects. 

The Country will be in Debt! 

Monday, September 7, 2015

You are successful.

Ink stained pages, ink stained fingers, staring out the window, watching passersby, puffing cigarettes, hiding behind a coffee mug, wondering, pondering, trying to make sense of life?

Sunday, September 6, 2015

Things you will see as an Engineer.

Last blog for some days. I am shifting. Will take time to get broadband connection there. 

Sir, today I had to discontinue my child's school, because I couldn't pay the fees, the owner didn't pay us for four months. His eyes were watery and didn't hesitate to cry, that old man I still recall his face. 
I didn't know what else to do, but call his owner, our contractor and fought with him for hours. This is none of your business the contractor would yell, I would hang up saying you are a liar and a mean person with cuss words. 

Sunday, August 23, 2015

Death.

One last puff, one last sip, one last kiss, one last hug, one last cry, one last breath, one last smile, one last fart, one last pee, one last crap, one last taste, one last thought, one last write up.

Did your Ph.D in something that you always wanted? Earned what you always thought meant riches? Satisfied all your goals? Married the love of your life? Gave birth to numbers of kids you always wanted? And actually, of course named them chronological or biologically or religiously?

Friday, August 7, 2015

The fated one?

When I was a little boy, I was always made to visit village during winter vacations. There I would learn how to plough fields (which I sucked big time & still do) and herd the cattle. We had cows, oxen, goats and chickens. We had orange orchard and paddy field. There was hay stacked up like in any Southern Bhutanese village. The house was built with wood, netted with bamboo and plastered with read soil. The women of the house would get up around 5 or 6am in the morning and plaster the floorings more with mixture of cow dung and red soil.

Monday, August 3, 2015

Should the Nation really know??

"In two weeks the sheep-like masses can be worked up by the newspapers into such a state of excited fury that the men are prepared to put on uniform and kill and be billed, for the sake of the worthless aims of a few interested parties." ~ Albert Einstein's. 

Let me tell you a story. Few years back when I was in college, the Director of our college was kicked out. He was made to resign by the students in our auditorium. The students didn't lay a finger, but didn't let him escape as well, with barricades they had created holding each others' arms. Finally he signed on his resignation and left. Next day, he would get heart attack. Reason for students to do so? The local paper had printed news for 600 million Rupee scam. One of our professors was also mentioned. The next day, he came to our class, I thought he wouldn't be showing up, but he did. Our professor said, I have been in this college for so long that I am this college now. This stuff, he gestured to himself and said, is more than that (being featured as a corrupt man). 

Sunday, July 26, 2015

Fall in Love???

I just wrote this article and didn't read it again. I hope you guys like it. 

You know what? I hated Nicolas Sparks. I hated his idea about two people crazily falling in love, two people against all their odds, they tend to try to be with each other, as if they had no jobs, no responsibilities and as if they wouldn't survive without each other. The universe doesn’t function like that.

Sorry bro Gasa lamai Singye, cupid struck you with extra arrows, even after realizing about every other thing about destiny, I would never have that guts to jump upon that pyre? Get me a bottle of Old Monk????? Perhaps Cupid was way too drunk on that day in particular, maybe you moved so fast that he thought he missed you couple of times – he didn’t!

Friday, July 10, 2015

From Bhutan to Harvard.

I had read this story while I was in college, I was just googling about Ivy League colleges and Bhutanese who had gone there. 

Thursday, July 9, 2015

Fight with Boss: Part I.

You see, you will never be served with oysters in your life, or maybe, not everybody will treat you like a marshmallow. At times the ride will be bumpy.

I usually don't put up a fight and my best suggestion for anybody would be to ignore conflicts. It was three years ago, that I was this pumped up young man, who wanted to change the world. How naive I was then? During my first few days of my career, I was working under five different bosses. Two of them happened to be my immediate ones, their bosses and their boss.

Monday, June 1, 2015

A letter to Young Graduates.

This is some funny note for my younger brother who will be graduating in a while. This is meant to him and his friends. I hope you guys have skin for humour.

Dear all,
All you little punks out there who will graduate in coming months or have already graduated. Some of you are the sole reasons why most of your lecturers question their purpose of teaching, you have driven them insane to the point that some might even find bliss upon the bottom of their glasses, of course with whiskey. You have nick named them, you have made fun out of them, you have acted cocky, but, get real now. It's your turn.

Tuesday, May 19, 2015

Gunitsawa Primary School.

It was one of those evenings, when I felt that I hadn't amounted much in life, one of those boring Sunday evenings, sipping coffee and just reading thoughts on issues, that one of my friends messaged me about this school. Well, fellow countrymen, there are other important things, more important things to be discussed here, rather than which bull's fate to be decided on whose plate? 

Wednesday, May 13, 2015

Abattoirs: Why you are Hypocrite or Not?

Well, much argued topic is here: abattoirs that you didn't want in your backyard, but the products that you enjoyed. 

Last year Bhutan imported 10,336 MT meat from India and Thailand worth 1.37 billion (source kuensel) & we are the highest meat consumers per captia in whole of SE Asia (13.5 kg per individual but I think I eat more). With that much amount we spent on importing meat, I would have dug 5.617 kms of highway tunnel without concrete linings but with steel ribs: fully.

Sunday, April 26, 2015

My dreams.

I was just wondering about our world history. You can't be a communist or Marxist unless you are under the shadow of red dragon, or else these blue men in stars will teach you lessons for having an idea different from them. Oh and don't have oil too. It got me thinking, even the democratic government behaves like a communist when one's to think about ideas, having them or not. And why the foundations of a democratic world be bestowed upon conglomerates? If only people didn't have greed. 

Sunday, April 5, 2015

La Ama by Chador Wangmo.

If a man can't get laid, he is called names by his friends, be it men or women and insult him over his capability or question his manhood. We tend not to re-analyze but directly tend to judge over his sexuality, some of the sensitive cases we might even get sued in first world countries. 

Yes, in jeering upon for men who don't get laid or whose manhood is questioned from his teenager days, a man is challenged over his ego. He has more to prove to society than treat a woman well, or he simply forgets to treat a woman well because he has got more to prove and become a man by ill-treating a woman? I guess this is where, we all go wrong. Let men and women be treated equally, then only shall we not have problems of women being suppressed. 

Site Stories.

Do you want to hear a story? Let me tell you two, tu bhi kya yaad rakey ga, kis dildar key saath pala paara tha (you too shall remember what sort of kind hearted person you had met) :p . 

Friday, March 27, 2015

College of Science and Technology a.k.a Kharbandhi.

Do you want to hear a story? I bet you want to, but do you have patience to read a common man's tale? His boyhood? 

I was named Dawa because my Ama got admitted to hospital on a sunday, fullmoon night. I however was born on Monday but was named Dawa. Yes, Migmar sounds a shitty name to be called with. :p But too bad, few decades down the line, Dawa would be a Stray dog in books. :p This article is regarding my memories, before the place got to be known as CST from Kharbandi. 

Thursday, February 19, 2015

Conversations with Death.

Something funny I thought. Read the notes by Death with Chris Rocks' voice.

Wednesday, February 18, 2015

Youth to be frisked?

In Bhutan, if you are 25 years old, you are still considered to be a youth. And gone are those days, while at your early teens you would get married or give birth. 

Nowadays, even if you are engaged with a youth in a consensual way, sexually, it is a crime. And good that it is a crime. Or else, most of our hungry mid life crisis suffering men would have done worse, and yes, we do have the weirdest rape cases: kid as young as 11 months to lady as old as 72.  

Sunday, February 15, 2015

My Right Broken Arm.

I am trying to laugh upon my life and I am succeeding. Giacomo Casanova.  

So the story begins with me having a hectic time at work. I even thought I won't be attending my best friend's wedding. The contractors were not having money to execute their work and I was very much in pressure.

It is out of the blue that things happen in haste, might be painful or else beautiful, but something very memorable. I lend some money, caught a cab and left for Thimphu, right after my office. I signed my leave forms and called my boss informing him that the leave forms were with a friend of mine.

Policemen and Us.

It's five am in the morning, I just had gone to Thimphu wearing my office uniform the previous night. It is cold and chilly, and I am standing on a junction. I wave at the Taxis and yet they don't stop. I waited for half an hour and no taxis would wait for me. 

Tuesday, February 10, 2015

Knights' Corner- Bajo Book Club.

Hellow Everybody. 

This is to inform you all, in spite of your age or gender, or marital status, you are very much welcome to visit this book club of ours. 

Saturday, January 31, 2015

Treat Yourself.

It was one chilly winter, and we being in Bajo, it was windy. It just added up on our reasons for not going out. Me and my roomate had just shifted into a very new apartment. We didn't have much utensils, we didn't have washing machine nor did we have cooking stove. It was my 6th month for me and this new chap had just come from his college, but he was my friend.

It was one of those days, when you feel very much lazy to clean yourself, let alone cleaning the house. We were bachelors then, we still are now. Our house was messy and still I believe our houses are, I don't know about him, but mine is.

Friday, January 30, 2015

Civil Engineering Exam:

This is my blog and these are my opinions. I hope nobody gets provoked. A man is entitled to opinions, even if those are wrong ones. 

Three years down the line after my graduation, if you ask me to write RCSE, I would blankly say no to you. Why? 
Well, I have my own reasons why I didn't write when I was just out of college. Now I am just a rusted human being, finding it very hard to study all those things I once struggled to pass in college, and trust me on this, I wasn't a good pupil. 

The World and You.

Your journey is different from others, yes there might be seven billion people in this lone planet, there might be so many others in other galaxies and things we will never understand beyond. But you are here, you are here somehow..

Monday, January 19, 2015

Jammed generation

It isn't weird or unusual that most of my generation people are seen marrying at mid thirties. This however is a very unusual trend for the senior Bhutanese citizens for back in their days, they got married in a very early age. And it does shock me why Gandhi got married in his early teens. Haha. Lucky him, he existed then, or else he be prisoner for third or second degree felony.