Sometimes, it is just hard to get motivated. I have been the same for years now. As motivation has drained out from my soul, I look at the piling works and projects that I am supposed to do, but haven't done. I know it won’t take me few minutes, hours or days, but yet I lose this battle of doing it. Perhaps, I am succumbing to the fact that nothing excites me. Not that the reward system of my brains are not rewarded, but it is hard to explain why I feel the way I feel right now.
Thursday, August 26, 2021
Friday, August 13, 2021
"What do you want to become when you grow up? You have to think, and draw a picture and bring it tomorrow morning. You have to draw a picture of a person you want to become when you grow up. If you want to be a lawyer, you have to draw a lawyer or doctor or teacher or Dasho or anyone. Okay Class?"
"Okay Madam!", all shouted. It was Class III C, and in one of those moments, when everybody shouted out their lungs, and for a while, when there was vacuum of silence : I shouted : Engineer! I will draw an engineer.
Wednesday, July 28, 2021
Stories from Here and There: verses of Hocus Pocus!
Saturday, July 24, 2021
It was 12:30 pm, that I had to rush towards the Dzong, Tashichoe Dzong!
I brisk walked thinking that soon it will be lunch break and I have had bad experiences about coinciding with lunch breaks at government offices. I thought, let me just drop my letter and leave.
Sunday, May 9, 2021
The heights by great men reached and kept were not attained by sudden flight, but they, while their companions slept, were toiling upward in the night.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.
The median age of Bhutan is interestingly 25 to 29, while the rest of the world might see it as a boon, back home, it has ironically become a problematic scenario. Youth Unemployment has soared up to its zenith pinnacle in her history, some being unemployed for more than two years.
Sunday, April 4, 2021
Let anyone win something, they will come with their struggling stories. Lend your ears to them, everybody will glorify their sadness and everyone’s just the same, when they try to narrate their stories differently. Of lately, folks watch melodramas or motivational talks, and try to sermonize the world, without experiencing anything. You cannot talk about shitting bricks from your rectum, unless you actually have. You cannot preach about the subjects which you haven’t learned and practiced. You cannot tell the tales of finding solaces in melancholy, unless you have gone hungry for weeks yourself. I narrate this story, not to please the eyes of those who wish to speculate to hear a success story or this is not my life’s valedictorian moment, this is as it is, as the journey unveils something, a narration from a juncture – this is merely penning down of moments and memories, so that in distant future, I too want to come back here, read it, remember and then perhaps, if situation merits then, must I smile.
Sunday, March 21, 2021
Some memories despite your reticence and expostulation, can consume you from within, like termites. While the battle is constant to erase, it pops up in your head, deludes and derails you from your daily routines or patterns that you have achieved. Perhaps, there lies a problem in our upbringing, we were told that we were special and once you were an over achiever over a quantum of time, you tend to think so – that with the high status that you have maintained for yourself, the saddle you climbed that needs to be let gone, is painfully excruciating: be it to your pride, be it to your wellbeing.
Sunday, March 7, 2021
Wednesday, January 13, 2021
Cocktail, the correct terminology unveiled with literacy, when palms could hold and brain could handle Oxford Dictionary, till then, we thought we were cocktails. That’s what all the uncles and aunties in the colony called us. Now I realize, they were simply illiterate, and yes they were.
Sunday, January 10, 2021
As I threw my luggage and laptop bags, I went for running. As I reached back to my room, which read 585, I had forgotten to close the door behind. I was wrapped around towel, when I had to receive a call. As vivid as it could be, I remember searching for network and getting out of room, like a fish tricked, the modern ruse of telecommunications.
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