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).