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. 

Saturday, April 8, 2017

To those who are depressed.

The highest number of depression cases is in the age group of 15 to 49 years in the country. The average death due to suicide stands at around seven per month, which comes to 84 suicide cases in 2016 alone.

According to WHO estimates, Bhutan should have about 20,000 people living with depression in the past year while only about 1,000 people sought treatment in hospitals. Which means only 5 percent of the people suffering from depression received treatment.

Source: Focus is on the rising menace of depression: Kuensel Editorial 8th April 2017.

Like mentioned in my other articles before, Osho said: There are two types of people, sensible and sensitive. But there's third one, combination of both, who are sensible and sensitive. 

Thursday, April 6, 2017

What I miss and What I look forward to?

It's been four months that I have started to work in Thimphu, and I always wanted to work here. While most might have thought that it was the quest and thirst of making and saving money, which drove them to greener pastures, for me, it was just mere responsibility that drove me towards the banks of Punatshangchhu. Or else, money never intimidated me. I have a very weird relationship with it. When I fulfilled my duty, the first thing I did, I submitted my resignation. 

Friday, March 31, 2017

The Mystery that I could never solve.

Call it innocence or mischief, the colony's aunties despised me and my little brother. They found us notorious then, and were we notorious? I thought we were then.

Sunday, March 26, 2017

Freedom of Speech.

Now I am not a political science student and being very much away from politics, freedom of speech seems a very vague idea to me.

Well, maybe the way an individual has been groomed all his life, depicts how much of freedom of speech one craves. Lately our folks seem to be very much thirsty upon the very concept of freedom of speech and fundamental rights, that in the saga and quest of caressing and fondling the concept of it, one blurts out his thoughts and mind, one lands up doing more damage than what one oughts to do. Did we not have freedom of speech before? Did we make few of those authors and freedom speakers disappear like in other nations? Did we torture those who had valid points?

Saturday, March 18, 2017

Next to River!

Once, one astrologer revealed many secrets that I refrained from sharing with my friends. He would look at my face and tell so many things about my past, the person I was and the people I was involved with. I claim myself to be agnostic, not that it's a trump card below my sleeve to bargain with the devil and nymph, while I embark my voyage upon oblivion. I have always believed that the universe is so big, that we can barely contemplate and be savvy about everything in it.  

Friday, March 17, 2017

Few of my works.

Koi dhanda chota nahi hota, 
aur dhandey sey bada koi dharam nahi hota. 
Lately I came across this line from the movie Raees, and it means: No job is too small, and no religion is greater than job.

Wednesday, February 15, 2017

In all the Hocus Pocus.

It's dusty and it gets dusty, this is a construction site and we don't care about the dust, mud or concrete taints upon our boots. 

Tuesday, January 24, 2017

Work Satisfaction?

It's been a while that I wrote, and I felt out of touch, I always want to inculcate this habit and hobby of mine, to write. So, here's one, something I only discuss with my loved ones: Work!

Here's to all you millennials who have found their solaces upon cheap samosas, puri, thukpa, sugarless strong coffee, suka rotis, crumbled breads, stale rice from yesterday, pickle jars which might expire at any moment, eggs that are thrown more than eaten more, and so many other left over food from yesterdays as your breakfast! 

Friday, January 13, 2017

The Rubber Bubble Gum.

Being in construction firm, I have come across many students of my father's. Well, he used to teach students who had pursued their course in mechanical engineering for certificate level. On an average, I come across five to six of them per annum, they all have the same thing to say about our father: he's a jolly man. 

Friday, January 6, 2017

What's your Worth?

Now I am not a materialistic guy, whatever I make or own, if someone close asks me or if someone I envy requires it or is to be given, I give them away. Be it the most precious things I owned - except for my laptop.