tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24728176053273739512024-02-19T16:22:25.194-08:00Believe in HappinessLife is all about living for the presentTashi Chenzomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15405603938376720353noreply@blogger.comBlogger58125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472817605327373951.post-49412493181073020052019-07-12T21:39:00.001-07:002019-07-12T21:39:33.020-07:00A Terchen Pema Lingpa Day<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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somewhere in 2017 when I heard about the turquoise heart presented and talked
at the mountain echoes by Mr. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Pawo
Choning Dorji</i>. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Terchen Pema Lingpa</i>
was a name I heard long time back in school and everyone knows he was such
great treasure discoverer. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Mr Pawo</i>
wrote to the then Prime Minister of Bhutan requesting for a day in a year to
celebrate the great Bhutanese hero. A day dedicate only to <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Tertoen Pema Lingpa</i>. Finally the cabinet has approved to name a day
for this great Bhutanese hero starting next year whereby the third day of the
first lunar month will be celebrated as a National <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Pema</i> <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Lingpa</i> Day in Bhutan.
Isn’t it a great news for us?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;">“<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Pema Lingpa</i> was the first Bhutanese
figure and perhaps only the one, who effectively reversed the flow of religious
offerings from Bhutan to Tibet” Dr. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Karma
Phuntsho</i> from ‘<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">The History of Bhutan’</i></b><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;">Born in
1450 in <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Bumthang</i>, this great treasure
discoverer went on to have his first treasure extraction in 1476 at the
riverine below the cliff of <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Naringdra</i>
on a full moon night. After this incident, the public speculation began whereby
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Pema Lingpa</i> jumped into a lake with a
burning butter lamp and returned back with a Buddha statue and a sealed skull
with the butter lamp still burning. And this place, to this day holds as a most
scared and a must visit place in <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Bumthang</i>
by the name <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Mebar Tsho</i> or the Burning
Lake. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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treasure extractions via his divine destination and itinerary set up by the
Guru <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Padmasambhava</i>. He wasn’t a <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">tertoen</i> but a <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">terchen</i>: King of treasure discoverers. And there was only five <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">terchens</i>, destined to extensively reveal
treasures of <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Guru Rinpoche</i>. He is
rightly described as the Bhutanese saint and cultural hero and it feels amazing
to know that his importance are still felt in various parts of Tibet, Nepal and
India (Arunachal Pradesh, Ladakh and Spiti). In Tibet, he had a huge followers,
patrons and students. It seems unbelievable when the history has it that at two
of his religious sessions in and around Tibet, huge number (as huge as 9000) of
people turned up for the <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Terchen Pema
Lingpa’s</i> blessing that he was placed on a throne and raised above the
ground whereby the public had to walk under his throne to receive the blessing.
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;">No doubt
that <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Pema Lingpa</i> too had rivals and
contenders those days. Lama <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Namkha
Samdrub</i> of <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Nyemo</i> in Tibet happens
to have an interesting encounter with our <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Pema
Lingpa</i>. The former was said to have made malicious gossips about <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Pema Lingpa</i> in various parts of Tibet. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Pema Lingpa</i> had received various
baseless challenges from Lam <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Namkha</i>.
On a final face, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Pema Lingpa</i>
challenged <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Lam Namkha</i> back for an
ordeal by fire, where both of them had to leap into the burning fire and the
one who survived was to be the winner. Unable to face such a challenge, Lama <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Namkha</i> was said to have fled to Tibet
the next day.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;">Neither it
is not going to be enough to write nor I be the right person to talk about this
great <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Terchen</i> of Bhutan. This is the
few words that are emerging from my heart. To be frank even a day in a year
falls short against his great doings in our country. Still I am very much
rejoiced of the great news of his day from next year. Another reason I am so
glad about a day for our <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Terchen Pema
Lingpa</i> is that, it came after my less than a week ago recent trip to <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Ganteng Sangna Choeling</i> Monastery in <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Phobjikha</i> that was built by the grandson
of <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Terchen Pema Lingpa</i>. The history
has it that the <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Terchen</i> visited <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Phobjikha</i> where he predicted and foretold
that his descendants would build a monastery on the hilltop where the <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Pema Lingpa</i> tradition would thrive into
the future. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Gyalse Pema Thrinley</i>
built the <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Ganteng Goenpa</i> in 1613 and
became the first <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Gangteng Trulku</i>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The monastery houses various ancient and
age-old nangtens with rich historical background. Being there physically, I
couldn’t describe how blessed I was and really proud that Bhutan too had such a
religious hero.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;">It was <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Pema Lingpa</i> who had the divine dreams of
various mask dances from <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Guru Rinpoche</i>
which are mostly performed in various <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">tshechus</i>
in Bhutan today.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;">There is
another great reason why we have to celebrate <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Pema Lingpa</i> day in Bhutan. We all know that our beloved Kings from
the <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Wangchuk</i> Dynasty are the
descendants of the great <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Terchen Pema
Lingpa</i>. Our kings belong to the <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Dungkar
Choje</i>, a subsidiary clan of <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Khouchung
Choje</i> founded by <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Kunga Wangpo</i>,
one of the sons of <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Pema Lingpa</i>. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;">There are
times when we question ourselves on our patriotism and this happens to one
such incident. We never realized to celebrate our own home-grown hero. Thank
you Mr. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Pawo</i> for taking such a huge
initiative and opening our eyes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Tashi Chenzomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15405603938376720353noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472817605327373951.post-4235966798189914112019-06-26T07:12:00.001-07:002019-07-01T17:17:58.548-07:00A simple message out of life <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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on social media and have even started sharing my pictures where I am often
commented as “cute and different”. Well, I can either have a head like a nun or
put on the wig and I chose the latter. That’s how I become “cute”. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Actually, there is a whole story behind this
new look of mine. I have had several thoughts about sharing this story and I
finally decided to share it with some hopes. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">This journey had been a really hard one as there had
been several episodes of disappointments, hopelessness and darkness but it even
came with power, bravery and mind-training. It just made me realize how fragile
our lives are and it is so stupid to be clinging onto it when the truth is that
we all have an ultimate exit which is absolutely inevitable no matter who you
are. An exit which we all are aware of, yet we never think of preparing for it
and when the moment arrives, we go into a state of shock, not wanting to accept
it. I am not blaming anyone because that’s how it is and I myself have had all
this proceedings when that moment came. Here is my story…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">So it was in July 2018, that a biopsy report
confirmed a devastating diagnosis: Ovarian cancer with Liver metastasis. My
primary cancer (ovary) which I already fought some eight years ago made an aggressive
return dragging my liver into the battle ground. I was a brave and courageous
fighter back then (I was too young to understand what cancer really was those
days) and never in my wildest dreams had I seen this coming back this way.
Frankly speaking I thought the cancer was evicted from my body forever (now I analyze
and come to realize that I thought that way because I didn’t want to accept in
any way that I had cancer) <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Until that day, 13<sup>th</sup> July 2018! </span><span style="font-family: "cambria" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">At first I couldn’t accept it. I blamed the medical
technologies and diagnostic instruments; challenged the medical certificate of
the consultants; nullified the enormous researches and overall I found everyone
a cheater and liar. Then I was cursing my body for producing cancer cells and
questioned why I was given that ovary.</span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The second thing I did was a crucial
step as it hugely determined where I chose to go from there. I accepted the
truth (sadly). If there were not much people around me who showed their love
and concern, I am sure I would have gone the other way because it’s extremely
hard to make the right decision at that point of time. It’s like a huge rolling
bolder has hit you hard enough but then you are challenged to get up when you
can barely open your eyes also. At such a scenario, you hear people from far shouting
and screaming your name asking you to get up and fight back. That happens to be
the biggest stimulator for your right consciousness, unifying your shattered
hopes towards one aim: FIRE BACK.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">When the doctor said, “It’s the last stage and you
have no cure”, my face was punched by an invisible force and tears made it way
out. Then he continued, “The good news is that your cancer cells are highly
chemo-sensitive and so there is high chances of shrinking the cancer and then
make it operable”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Then the hope got itself on me and the battle
was on as I stepped in with crowning prayers and embraced the extremely thorny
cactus called chemotherapy in the desert of cancer. Its worst thorns include
the multiple episodes of extreme nausea and vomiting, complete loss of
appetite, frequent shortness of breath, severe constipation, tanning of skin,
terrible backache and abdominal cramps, weakness and giddiness along with
complete hair loss. The chemotherapy weakened me to the point that I had two
episodes of syncope during the third cycle.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Never did I know that our bodies were
capable of becoming so sick. If given the chance I would have chopped down every
hand that produced mirrors. I hated myself that was reflected in any
mirror I came across. That look of complete loss and worn off were pricking me sharper
day by day.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“You don’t know how strong you can be
unless being strong is the only option you have” I would definitely agree with
this strong statement and never underestimate anyone who you think will fall
off when they are hit hard. Life is all about creating miracles and mind you,
so many people come with invisible powers. All they need is the right time and
they are on it. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Coming to my story, </span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">a
huge disappointment struck my courageous fight in the midst of my battle as a
CT scan after three cycles of chemo revealed no change in the cancer size. </span><span style="font-family: "cambria" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I had no other option than to undergo a highly risky (and
definitely life-saving) surgery. In all these happenings, I was losing my hopes
but I focused all my attention towards what the doctors said (with firm belief)
and the heaven be my witness for how glad I was seeing them trying so much for
me and not declaring my<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>condition as a
terminal one. Going to my surgeon, he proceeded with the surgery only because I
was young. They wanted to try through the very slim margin of hope they saw but
they firstly clarified about all the risks associated. </span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I
didn’t hesitate to give my yes to the surgeon as death is anyhow an ultimate
destination. But if I at least gave a try, I would be fighting. So I challenged
myself with the surgery.</span><span style="font-family: "cambria" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> When I made up my mind of
consenting them for the surgery, I was emotionally ready to embrace what would
be on my table if in case the surgery was not a success. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">A miracle happened on the 19<sup>th</sup>
of November 2018 at the Tata Medical Center in Kolkata as my surgeons were
successful with their aim in removing my tumor in a ten-hour long surgery.
Well, the first time I gained my consciousness from the anesthesia; it was a complete
hell to have the endotracheal tube (ETT) into my throat. I knew why it was
placed into my body but I had to let them know that I was conscious and that
the tube be removed and so I was trying my best to lift my fingers (which was
like no less than fighting through the fast-flowing river current) and I
managed to held the endotracheal tube. I knew I wouldn’t be able to remove it
and I didn’t even intend to do that way. Whenever I was coming into my
consciousness, I either wanted the ETT to be removed or a heavy sedation (<i>Midazolam</i>
was all over my mind then). <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As my
condition improved, the ETT was removed successfully the next day. I was fully
conscious towards the evening of 20<sup>th</sup> November (the next day). There
my head surgeon straight away tagged me as a “FIGHTER” telling me how
successful the surgery was.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">With my surgery becoming a successful
one, I knew I was making my way back and it was the best feeling ever. What I
felt in those times were so much precious. I looked at everything with a fresh
angle and I found meaning in every little things. Yet my fight wasn’t over as
the surgeons advised me to undergo two more cycles of adjuvant chemotherapy as
my cancer was a high-grade one. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">It’s been more than five months that I
completed all my treatments and even joined back work. I had my first review
with the surgeon in <i>Kolkata</i> last month. For now, I am declared all fine and
fit. It has been an incredible journey of disappointment, frustration, hope,
power, love, affection, courage and most importantly letting things go as it is
meant to. I don’t want to sound philosophical and give lectures here. What I have realized through all these terrible times were what was
already discovered by Buddha some 2500 years ago. It took a lot for me to realize
this simple truth. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Tashi Chenzomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15405603938376720353noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472817605327373951.post-48754200835225368262019-04-25T02:08:00.001-07:002019-04-26T08:36:36.618-07:00Wonderful Indonesia (D5 to D9: Samosir Islands and Lake Toba)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">Chinese
<i>Fung sui</i> believes that our house should face the sea/lake as it is believed to
bring us happiness, luck and success and have mountains at the back of our
house as a sign of protection. So coming to this beautiful island of <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Samosir</i>, I was able to realize the
effects of it for myself. I spent four nights there in a traditional <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Batak</i> house. I must confess here truly
that I was really happy to be there and every moment I had there counts as one
of the best times I ever had in my life. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">Batak</span></i><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"> architectures are really unique
and are well-preserved by the people. Since the first time I saw the <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Batak</i> houses, I kept wondering how it
looked like from inside because it was so much different from what we see in a
usual rectangular shaped-houses in Bhutan and India. Now I understand why
tourists coming to Bhutan admire our traditional houses so much. Uniqueness is
what makes a place and its people worth remembering.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">Geographically,
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Samosir</i> is a volcanic island
surrounded by the incredibly beautiful Lake <i>Toba</i> in Sumatra Island of
Indonesia. It has a population of less than one hundred thousand. The first
thing I came to know as I set my feet on the island was that anyone (especially
tourists) can rent motorbikes and ride around the island without a license and
helmet. So my friend <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Rima</i> was offered
the golden opportunity to ride me around the island as she knew riding a
motorbike…<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">hehe. Kadinchey la!</i> <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">Tomok</span></i><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"> is a famous market for tourists to
buy home souvenirs. Once there, the shopkeepers keep nagging us with so many
unwanted stuffs. However, for Bhutanese I thought the traditional
batik-patterned shawls are must buy as they so much resemble our hand-woven <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">kiras</i>. The shawls match <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">kiras</i> so perfectly. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">Coming
from the mountains, I enjoyed seeing the way people over there has maintained a
beautiful friendship with the form of nature called lake. Young kids enjoy
jumping into the lake and swimming and floating. Like our mountains made me take on a number of hiking from my childhood, Lake <i>Toba</i> there had
served the people to pick up a hobby/interest of swimming, boating and sea
diving. A geography-induced hobby/interest!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">As I had a
morning walk around the island, I was amazed to see so many fruits graduating
on their trees. I was seeing the Avocado trees for the first time. And even
the <i>durian</i>. The <i>durian</i> tree was quite huge and I was told that the people don’t
have to pluck it. It will fall off the tree as and when it’s ripened and those
ripened<i> durians</i> act like they have eyes because they never fall on a human’s
head. Well, if a <i>durian</i> hit our head, I am sure we will sustain some degree of head
trauma as it’s not less than a kilogram with spiky coverings. I just wondered
if this special feature of<i> durian</i> made them the ‘<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">King of Fruits</b>”. Other fruit trees I saw at the island were passion
fruit and pineapple. Thank you <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Samosir</i>
for linking me back to nature in such a beautiful way.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Durian tree</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Avocado tree</td></tr>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">Sigale gale</span></i><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"> dance was a traditional <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Batak</i> dance, which most of the tourist
experience and enjoy while in <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Samosir</i>.
The tourists are made to put on a head gear and a shawl over the right
shoulder. Then an instructor guides us through various steps. And next to him
was a wooden puppet on which are the same costumes as us and that moves with
the rhythm of the <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Batak</i> song played
in the background.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">In the Batak Costume</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">With this,
my trip to the Wonderful Indonesia came to an end. It was such a memorable time
there where I was taken so close to the beauty of nature as lake and boat were so less in my life. Perhaps that made me develop some level of hydrophobia as well but so glad that Lake Toba reduced this phobia in me. I shall cherish those
memories forever. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">Terima Kasih</span></i><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Tashi Chenzomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15405603938376720353noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472817605327373951.post-29990585420766622019-04-16T06:51:00.000-07:002019-04-16T06:51:23.522-07:00A special patient<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;">“Hello,
there is a call from <i>Chamgang</i>”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;">As soon as
we heard this line, we knew it was Mr. <i>Pemba</i> calling for ambulance. Don’t be so
surprised how we knew this. Let me tell you about Mr. <i>Pemba</i> who was 45 years
old with Alcoholic Liver Disease (ALD). I don’t know since when he started
using (misusing to be precise) the ambulance and emergency medical services. By
the time, I joined the Emergency Department of JDWNRH, everyone knew about him
very well and all of our friends went for emergency call he activated several
times. I was told that he previously served in military and because of his
drinking habit, it seemed like he was terminated. I was even told that he had a
wife and three little kids but then his wife left him taking two of the kids
probably because of his bad drinking habits. I always saw him with his son,
<i>Wangchuk</i> who was barely ten years old.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">P.C.: Google</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;">So it was
his heavy and continuous drinking habit that would cause him abdomen distension
and pain. Every time we brought him to the emergency department, he would act
very humble and go back home saying he would stop drinking. But he would call
back for ambulance within the next 3-4 days and that also always at night as
his place was some 10 kilometers away from the hospital (no taxi available at
that time). Reaching at his place he would be in pain and his ten year old son
always had to accompany him to hospital hampering his studies. He was seen by
medical specialist and psychiatrist as well but his own efforts were so minute
that it nullified everyone’s effort (including us who served him several times)
and his health deteriorated so badly that he was physically very fragile and
weak within few months. Still he was not willing to give up drinking. We tried
our best to serve him, not only as health worker but as friends also, advising
him to stop drinking and to let his young son have a smooth childhood. But he
never hesitated to dump our advises and turn up completely drunk and stink so
badly. <i>Wangchuk</i>, his son would always had to attend his father for so many
times and spent sleepless night at the hospital. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;">Recently
when I joined back my work, my colleague told me that we no longer have to go
to C<i>hamgang</i> for Mr. <i>Pemba</i> as he expired last December. I couldn’t take it
though I had somehow expected this outcome of him. I still feel I will get an
emergency call directing me to go to <i>Chamgang</i> for him. Often times, we are told
not to get attached with the patients but it’s hard not to do so when we have
such patients who made us work so much and even think and talk about him. He
even made me write this post because he is hard to forget. MAY YOUR SOUL REST
IN PEACE. I will pray for you to be reborn as a good person who would always
take care of your body and cherish the presence of your loved ones.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Tashi Chenzomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15405603938376720353noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472817605327373951.post-51917324355339364162019-04-16T05:02:00.000-07:002019-04-18T08:55:21.775-07:00Wonderful Indonesia (D3 and D4: Siantar and Tarutung)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">There were
so many first times happening starting from the first mid-night flight to
tasting the king and queen of fruits (<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Durain</i>
and <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Mangosteens</i>). So on my third day
in Medan, I had my first time experience to visit the bean-curd tofu factory
and tasted the fresh products manufactured there. Soon I was enjoying the
exotic view of <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Sipiso piso</i> waterfall
and even a part of so-much-heard of Lake Toba. Lake Toba is the largest lake in
Indonesia. Now this Lake Toba was not in my surprise list but I must say that
its real beauty was yet to explore in the few coming days. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sipiso piso waterfall</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">In Bhutan,
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Tsirang</i> is known as the yellow valley
for the abundance of orange it produces every year. But I have never been to
this yellow valley of Bhutan. I have nothing to regret even if I cannot visit
in the future as I had my first time experience of visiting an orange orchid in
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Siantar</i> and be able to pluck the
orange right from the tree myself. The orange and green surrounding with the
clear blue sky above made a perfect setting on a sunny day to have some
beautiful pictures clicked. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">I tasted
varieties of fruits that day. The first one would be again so-much-heard of <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">durain</i>. It was not allowed in air
conditioned places and hotel rooms for the strong smell but the people loved so
much. So I was alerted of its smell from the way it was not allowed in certain
places, but when I tasted it, the smell wasn’t that strong and I ate around one
whole of it. Then I knew its strong smell as I kept burping with its smell till
the time I slept that night. I had <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">mangosteens</i>
and <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">salak</i> fruit which were all new
and first time for me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Durians in my hands</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Passion fruit, salak fruit, mangosteems in my hands</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">I don’t
remember when was the last time I had a fresh spring water bath (may be long
long time back) but that evening I enjoyed being in the spring water after I
was so much hesitant to soak myself in it at first. The spring was surrounded
by trees and animals (monkeys) and it was so much natural.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">The next
morning, I was again standing in front of <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Avalokitesvara</i>
praying at the <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Kwan Im</i> temple for the
third time in Indonesia, far more exceeding my expectation. This ended my stay
in <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Siantar</i> as our next destination
was <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Tarutung</i>. Thank you <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Siantar</i> for so much of hospitality<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">After a
six-hour drive from <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Siantar</i>, we
reached <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Tarutung</i>, south of <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Samosir </i>islands. Here was the one of
only two Air soda waters in the world: <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Pemadian</i>
Air soda water where I soaked myself in the bubbling soda water and learnt to
float on the water surface. It was sad that I didn’t know swimming but I really
enjoyed being in the water with the floating tube and being pulled here and
there by the people who knew swimming and at times not moving from a particular
spot as I was scared of being drowned. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">I am
thankful for being in the land of volcanic islands where I had the experience
of visiting the hot spring water coming from the volcanic eruptions. The water
was very hot (naturally) and made our skin very red when we soaked our legs
there. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Tarutung</i> visit came to an end
with visiting the Air Soda water and hot spring water.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">So next
was to the <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Samosir</i> islands, crossing
the beautiful Lake Toba… <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">(to be
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Thank you Rima for so many beautiful pictures!</span></i></span></h4>
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Tashi Chenzomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15405603938376720353noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472817605327373951.post-11614154365807183942019-04-05T02:14:00.000-07:002019-04-05T17:59:12.507-07:00Wonderful Indonesia (D1 and D2: Medan city and Berastagi)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Wonderfully wonderful Indonesia</i></td></tr>
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When this trip was planned, I had so many questions and
queries as I was to spend nine whole days in <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Indonesia</i> but I kept it all to myself as I wanted to taste the full
dose of surprises that were waiting for me. All I had in my knowledge was that I would be heading to the beautiful <i>Samosir</i> islands surrounded by the
incredibly gorgeous Lake <i>Toba</i> of which I had read and saw so many pictures. Now I tell you that it was the best thing I did. Those feelings I felt everyday as so many surprises kicked in day after day were something I would trade anything for it to come back again.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>I am coming Samosir!</i></td></tr>
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On the 11<sup>th</sup> of February 2019, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Silkair</i> flew me from Singapore to <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Kualanamu</i> International Airport in Medan, Sumatra. I was welcomed
with warm weather along with the heavy traffic of the Medan city. I was
fortunate to be able to make my presence to Buddha <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Maitreya</i> and <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Avalokitesvara </i>(<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Chenrizig</i>) on the very first day at the <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Maha Vihara Maitreya</i> Buddhist temple. Indonesia has the highest Muslim population in the world and this Buddhist
temple in Medan was one surprise I had because I came across several beautiful Muslim
mosques en route. Never did I think that I would set my feet on the premises where Buddha <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Maitreya</i> and <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Avalokitesvara </i>were housed while I came across those Mosques. Once inside the temple, it was a moment for me to show my gratitude for
everything I had been blessed with. (And the list is very long)</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Maha Vihara Maitreya Temple in Medan, Sumatra</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Burning the incense sticks</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Buddha Maitreya (Jowo Jampa/Furture Buddha) in the centre</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Avalokitesvara (Chenrezig/Compassion Buddha)</i></td></tr>
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A trip to Indonesia meant a weight-gaining trip as there
were varieties of foods which were very tasty and I know how much I miss those
Indonesian foods here. Thankful for the people with me who suggested the best
amongst the best for me to taste. And I had to flush down the idea of being a
vegetarian there.</div>
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Into the second day and I found myself travelling to the
mountains as I woke up from my power nap in the bus. “We are in Bhutan”, said <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Rima</i> as I was amazed to see the road
like our Bhutanese roads (curved into the forest). <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Berastagi</i> was our destination for the day where I was able to have
a horse ride with my little Prince Charming Rico at the <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Pasar Buah</i> market. We went around the market and I felt the humble
horse was quite happy to let us on his back as we both were light especially me
(I just weighed 50 KGs…<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">haha</i>) As my
Prince Charming was enjoying the ride too much, he commanded one more round again.</div>
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On the second day, I again had the opportunity to thank <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Avalokitesvara</i> at the <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Vihara</i> <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Dharma Shanti</i> Buddhist temple. It was a Taiwanese temple and the
nun who was also the care-taker of the temple advised me to be a vegetarian
after looking at my palms. I thought it was not possible for the next few days
especially in Medan but I would definitely work on it once I was back to Bhutan.</div>
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When the bus was parked on the <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Gundaling</i> hilltop, I kept wondering why people took so many photos
there as I didn’t see anything special apart from a walking trail. A few
minutes later, I heard someone near me say, “The view is best from this spot”
and when I looked into the distance I was like “OMG!! A Volcano?” I had to confirm from others what my eyes were just seeing. It was Mount
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Sinabung</i> <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Supervalcano</i> which was still erupting. For a Bhutanese like me, volcanoes
were something which existed only in the books and movies. This encounter
with Mr. Volcano weighed too much of a surprise that I couldn’t take my only
pair of eyes off it for few initial minutes. With your volcanic crown, you are simply
gorgeous Mount <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Sinabung</i>!</div>
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Tashi Chenzomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15405603938376720353noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472817605327373951.post-29857529706189041362019-03-15T20:28:00.000-07:002019-03-15T21:41:56.951-07:00Bangkok and The New Pig Year in Singapore <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
As soon as we confirmed our trip, she(my friend) told me that she got a strong feeling that everything would fall into right place and reminded me not to forget praying. When the trip was nearing, I was physically very weak but still my parents allowed me to travel knowing very well that I was to be in safe hands after all.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">On my way to Bangkok </td></tr>
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So landing at the Suvarnabhumi International airport on 30th January 2019, I had made sure that I didn't had to queue up for my visa. Instead I directly headed to the immigration and then to the baggage belt where I was able to connect to the airport Wi-Fi. In few minutes I successfully met my friend who flew in from Singapore to not only fetch me but also to take me around Bangkok city.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">View from the boat en route to Iconsiam</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Wat Pho temple</td></tr>
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For the next three days, we went to so many places around Bangkok and I was made to try a lot of new things especially the food. Among all, I had this long-standing wish to visit Wat Pho temple that houses the 3rd longest reclining Buddha. I thank my three beautiful companions. One more new (quite surprising as well for me) was to see people queueing up for food in the restaurants. It proved two things: the patience of the people for the food and the next was how delicious the foods were. I wonder when we would have such sights in Bhutan.<br />
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We boarded our flight from Bangkok on the evening of 2nd February and landed Singapore exactly at midnight past ten minutes, 3rd February 2019. The queue at the immigration was insanely long and so it was 2 am when we reached her house and prepared to sleep.<br />
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Singapore welcomed me with fireworks (for Chinese new year) at the Marina Bay Sands and the supertree grove light show at the Gardens by the Bay. Thank you Singapore!!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yushang</td></tr>
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There was what was called as Yushang. All the family members gathered and had it before the new year. Each ingredient in the Yushang has its own meaning, especially meant to bring happiness and prosperity for the coming year. After all the ingredients were mixed in, it was tossed seven times high in the air before having it. Thank you, you lovely people for letting me experience this!!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Steamboat</td></tr>
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On the eve of the new year, I was treated with the steamboat and later had a lime bath to wash down all the negativities and purify ourselves for the coming year. It was a beautiful belief by the Chinese that on the eve of the new year, children remaining awake late night was directly proportional to the long lives of one's parents. We tried our best to stay as late as possible that night.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">New year clicks!</td></tr>
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On the morning of the new year, "Gong Xi Fa Cai" and "Xin nian Kuai le" meaning "wish you good wealth" and "Happy New Year" echoed wherever I went. I was given what was known as "Ang Bao" which was a red envelope with money inside. I was told that this was given by the married couples to the kids or unmarried ones. I am too old to be a kid but being unmarried made me eligible for the Ang Bao... Hehe.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kwan Im temple </td></tr>
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For the second day of the new year, I joined her family to pray at the Kwan Im temple. This was the temple where my friend had prayed for me some 7-8 months ago. My gratitude was overwhelming for answering her prayers. A small part I can do is to pray for all sentient beings to be free from sufferings!!<br />
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Our new year celebration continued with us visiting the Bhutanese at Hougang. Our dinner consisted of some varieties of Bhutanese dishes along with the red rice. Wow... I was so grateful for being able to have it there at Singapore. I felt so much at home.<br />
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This new year (Losar) celebration has been one of the best in the recent years and I have to thank so many people for this. The lovely family of my dear friend, I can't thank you all enough for accepting me into the celebration. You all just made me feel I was a part of your family. What my eyes saw filled up my heart and believe me, my heart is full of love now. Thank you Sangay Lham and all other Bhutanese friends for the lovely night together. Lastly my dearest friend (Rima) who had to multi-task as my host, guide and photographer, you are an incredible friend I have. There are very less people who make such tremendous efforts for someone's happiness. You are one such person in my life. Thank you beyond words!! </div>
Tashi Chenzomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15405603938376720353noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472817605327373951.post-34096514393614547732019-02-10T01:53:00.000-08:002019-02-10T01:53:50.457-08:00A Student Whole Life<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The journey we embark on from the day we are born continues till we die. And in between we have so many ups and downs. All those ups and downs teaches us so many lessons in life making us students our whole life.<br />
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And for the last 7-8 months, I have been into an utterly distasteful truth of life. I was shattered. But then I had to rise up and learn to fight for myself. I had to exhibit the strongest and bravest side of me. I won't claim myself to be a strong warrior, very different from others. I honestly believe that everyone of us have this spirit to fight the worst battle of life when the situation really demands. We just feel that we are not ready but that isn't the case. We really are!!<br />
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For me, one huge driving force in all these mess was the massive love and encouragement poured in for me to walk through this darkest tunnel. I really consider myself lucky to have so many beautiful souls around me in such times who sparked hopes for sunshine and reminded me that good things were on their way into my lives. These helped me immensely.<br />
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And yes, not forget one's own beliefs and positivities. My friend always told me that positive thoughts attracted the positive things in our life. So true for me!! And secondly as a Buddhist, prayers are one huge weapon. I had my beloved Rinpoche who provided me the most effective and correct weapon in this battle.<br />
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So way forward now, let me be a better person who can help others. Let all those terrible months' lesson be a great wisdom.</div>
Tashi Chenzomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15405603938376720353noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472817605327373951.post-78783884079597207802018-05-06T03:55:00.001-07:002018-05-06T03:55:21.521-07:00Honoring the Special Teachers<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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schools, May 2<sup>nd</sup> has always been the best day to express our
gratitude and respect for our beloved teachers for it was marked as the
Teachers’ Day every year. And this year, I have been very very fortunate to
have been deployed for the service of our Ex-Indian teachers who was in our
country for the celebration of Teachers’ Day to commemorate the golden jubilee
celebration of India-Bhutan Friendship. I am so glad to have met so many
teachers who had served our country as early as 1962, when Bhutan has just
started something called ‘<b>Modern Development</b>’.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Teachers' Day 2018</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Meeting
and interacting with them, I remembered those times in school with my teachers
especially Sir <i>Pradeep</i>, Mam <i>Sreekala</i>, Sir <i>Basanta</i>, Sir <i>JC Kumar</i> and Sir <i>Joby
Joseph</i>. They all have left Bhutan now but what they gave us can never be
forgotten. The language they speak, though we don’t understand but it sounds
very familiar as we heard it so many times.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">The Ex
Indian teachers who were in the country were all retired ones who came in the
1960s, 1970s and 1980s and served our country for around 30 years or more and
finally superannuated and went back to their homeland. Having stayed and served
in remote places of the country, they know our local dialects and I am amazed
as some of them can even recite our Buddhist prayers. They say they heard it
recite by their students every day for so many years. They are deeply rooted
with our culture and tradition. Some of them served as the warden and matron in
the boarding schools and they have stories of how the Bhutanese students were
naughty and tough to deal with but now they were all their fond memories in
Bhutan.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mr <i>M.K.G. Kaimal</i> (left) and Mr <i>R Krishna</i> (right)<br />Both of them came to Bhutan in 1962</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">The
teachers who were the guest of honor were even taken for sight-seeings in
Thimphu and Paro. Like Bhutanese they group together to sing our Popular song “</span><i style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif;">Gawala Keybala Dugo</i><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">”. One special
teacher I would mention is Sir </span><i style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif;">M.K.G. Kaimal</i><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"> who is popularly known as </span><i style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif;">Lopen Kaimal</i><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">
in those days. He was the first batch of teachers recruited in 1962 when Bhutan
started the first five year plan, where education was the only pioneer for a
modern Bhutan as envisioned by the Late third King of Bhutan. </span><i style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif;">Lopon Kaimal</i><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"> who
is now 79 years old says it was not easy to come to Bhutan then. There was no motor
able road and the education system was an infant. He faced so many difficulties,
not only professionally but in his personal life too, as he had to get out of
his comfort zone and get into the lives of Bhutanese who were then very
different. But his dedication to serve this small Himalayan Kingdom in shaping
its future made him learn the local languages, know his students and their
parents and most importantly give them education so that our country could have
our own standing man power to take Bhutan into the modern development. He
recalls our Bhutanese people calling him, “</span><i style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif;">Jaga
na tang tang</i><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"> (Black Indian)” but he fired back and told them proudly, “</span><i style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif;">Nga jaga men. Drukpa een</i><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"> (I am not
Indian. I am a Bhutanese)”. Perhaps it is not the citizenship on paper that
gives a nationality of an individual. It is the dedication and determination to
serve and give the best to a country that makes you a citizen of a country. Of
course he is originally from India with Indian gene and heritage but what made
him Bhutanese was nothing else than giving all of his working years in serving
our country and our people. He was mistaken for a Bhutanese by many as he went
to school wearing our national dress (</span><i style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif;">gho</i><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">) and spoke our own language. Now,
isn’t this incredible? On the last night dinner, he narrated, “I had to walk
twelve days on foot from Indian border to reach my posting of school in
</span><i style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif;">Bumthang</i><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">. Though born in India, we have spent our whole life (33 years) in
Bhutan. We have shared our happiness and shed our sorrows with the innocent,
kind and generous people of this country. You may ask how come you came here
and served this country for so long where there were not even roads; leeches,
torrents and animals challenging anywhere you traveled in the country and
scarcity of food (shops were very rare). It was not because of the money we
were paid or any promises that made us come back after our vacation but purely
because we were deeply attracted by the innocence and purity of the heart and
pristine beauty of the country. Initially we went back and thought not to
return because of the hardships but once we were in India, we got homesick and
there was no other way than to come to Bhutan and continue our struggles and we
all can see the result now. This nation’s beauty and people’s innocence kept
calling us back. After the retirement in 1995, we had wished so many times to
come to Bhutan but we couldn’t. We are very glad that the government of Bhutan
remembered our contribution and invited us here for the celebration.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mr. and Mrs. <i>Simon</i> with Mr. and Mrs. <i>Bhutia</i><br />PC: <i>Navaneethan</i> Sir</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">All the
teachers expressed their unlimited joy and contentment. They said they cannot
describe how they feel as they saw their students doing so good and extremely
well by serving the country in various posts with such dedication and
determination. “As a teacher, seeing your student doing so well is the best
reward ever”, said Mr. <i>Shashi Kumar</i>, one of the ex-Indian teacher. “After my
retirement from Bhutan, I worked in Maldives and Africa as a teacher and I must
say that there is no student-teacher relation like the one we find here.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our guest of honors at the <i>Kyichu Lhakhang</i></td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">We have
our ministers and <i>Dashos</i> paying respect to the beloved teachers and this just
shows how much of contribution they have made for our country. During the week-long
stay in Bhutan, their schedules were completely packed as they had to attend
all the official programs and on top of that so many of their ex-students were rushing
to meet them. They were taken out for lunches and dinners by their students.
After the May 2<sup>nd</sup> celebration which was covered LIVE by the BBS and
social media flooded with the news of the return of their teachers in the
country, lot more other students came forward and paid their respects for
making the difference with such noble profession in their lives. And that
moment of reunion with their students can never be put into words. It was what
made most of them profoundly happy and proud.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Not to
forget the biggest happening in the midst of all these celebrations, nothing
could be compared to the moment when His Majesty and the <i>Gyaltshuen</i> walked into
the celebration surprisingly at <i>Changlimithang</i> on May 2<sup>nd</sup>. Their Majesties
interacted with all the teachers who were the guest of honor that day. They
were hugely touched as it was a dream-come-true. One of the teachers said, “I
never imagined in my wildest dreams also that I would meet the most humble King
of the world. This is truly the land of Gross National Happiness. Under such a
king, Bhutan has always seen happiness and will be happy forever.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">The
retired teachers served in various parts of the country and shared their
wisdom. They challenged everything and made things possible for their students.
Being miles and miles away from their own family, they found a new family in
the students (who some of them describes as their children). Years after years,
Bhutan became their second home and leaving Bhutan seemed really painful. It
was already thirty or thirty five years when they realized it was time for them
to retire and return. Now back in their homeland, they miss the mountains,
their ever-ready-to-learn Bhutanese students and the kind and generous people
of Bhutan. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Tashi Chenzomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15405603938376720353noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472817605327373951.post-53715253435342781112018-01-28T20:59:00.000-08:002018-01-28T20:59:20.410-08:00Reckless on the roads <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I often wonder how easy our lives have become. With the changing time we have come a long way and we managed to get rid of all the complicated and time-consuming things our grandfathers had faced in their days. Our histories talks about the hardships of our forefathers which if given to us at these days we can do it within no time with the least efforts.<br />
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But it's not the only side of the coin. There is another side which seems very ugly and destroying to us. Technologies have taken a considerable impact on our lives. One of the most advanced technologies we all are well adapted is the motor vehicle. Yes our cars and buses and motor bikes which are designed by huge brains to provide us comfort while saving our precious time. But this technology has taken the lead in taking away the young lives. Yes and not only young lives but of any age. If lives are not taken, victims are often left crippled for life completely helpless and pathetic.<br />
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There is something we need to analyze here: Is it really the technology that is taking the lives of our beloved people? And sadly we realize it isn't. It is not the technology. The thrill and temptations we have at our young age to experience speeds on the highway can be one killer. Sometimes our complacency blinds us. I wonder if all the people who are driving on the roads think that it is their lives that are in the basket and how careful they have to be with it, perhaps we would hear less of road accidents.<br />
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The vehicle has been designed to help us and save our time not to destroy our lives or take away our time on this earth.<br />
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<i><span style="font-size: x-small;">P.S This is my random thought I am sharing as lately one of my old classmates lost his blooming life in a car accident. And a month ago a senior of mine at work lost both of his parents in a tragic accident. At my work place too I see so many casualties resulted from reckless driving by the youngsters and it has always been bothering me because we can drive safely and avoid such mishaps if we can think strong mentally. Say NO to drink driving and speeds.</span></i></div>
Tashi Chenzomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15405603938376720353noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472817605327373951.post-23352827240745034502018-01-05T20:19:00.000-08:002018-01-05T20:19:32.665-08:00Welcome 2018<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Well! 2017 is over. And I am glad I had a wonderful
year compared to 2016 (a lot better). So many good things happened and I had
the least idea of how the year came to an end. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Perhaps the signs have been very clear since the
beginning when I voluntarily stepped up for something my heart told me to do. I
take pride in that ice-breaking decision of mine.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I have spent a lot time in the Emergency Department
of JDWNRH which is the apex hospital in Bhutan doing my attachment. It was
really a lovely experience working and gaining experiences almost every day.
It’s now that I can understand why working experience count in working field.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">So many things happened in this one year and I am
happy of all the good things that happened with me, while I take lessons from
my pitfalls and shortcomings. I did my BCSE (RCSC) this year and I am so glad to
say that my results were good. My career has finally started which is a good
thing. But that isn’t it because EMS system in Bhutan is very young. And we are
the first EMROs (Emergency Medical Response Officer) in Bhutan. So definitely
loads of works are due for me and my other EMRO friends.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I met so many people in 2017. And it has been
pleasure knowing such wonderful souls. I am blessed to have one important
person who woke me up from my sleep of ignorance and set me on the right track.
I can see all the positive changes in myself after I have decided to be under
his compassionate guidance. I need to mention one more special person I met this
year and since the time I met him, life has become very lively and beautiful. I
never knew I would enjoy such good times in life with a person who is so close
to my heart.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">2017 has been a great year and I wish 2018 to be
even better than this. Happy New Year!!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Tashi Chenzomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15405603938376720353noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472817605327373951.post-64163376380537415402017-12-17T06:02:00.001-08:002017-12-17T06:02:40.513-08:00Moments with you - part II<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">There are people for whom we need to make an extra
effort. And sometimes even that extra effort fall short and we eventually end
up giving up on him/her. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">It was the last time we met in the cafe. Its been
more than two years and missing him has never lessened. I knew he flew to
Europe for he had his father there. Nothing has been heard of him then. But I
hope he is doing fine and had found a purpose in life. I gave up on him and he
too did the same.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Surprise has hit me to the core after so many years
as I saw him back in Bhutan at the craft village with a foreigner lady who I
suppose was either his wife or girlfriend. He really did move ahead happily.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“I think I should listen to you and mother to marry
and settle in life”, I told my father that night. My father was really
delighted with my decision and soon I found my mother showering me with so many
kisses to express how happy she was. They had always wanted me to marry. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Within a week, my mother was successful in
finalizing a man for me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“<i>Tandin</i> is <i>Lhaden’s </i>nephew. And I know about the
whole family and his childhood. He is a perfect match for you.” My mother
pointed out so proudly. Aunty <i>Lhaden </i>was my mother’s best friend and she has seen
me grow up. Yes, perhaps he was a perfect match for me. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">After three months of my marriage to <i>Tandin</i>, I was
transferred to <i>Pema Gatshel</i>. <i>Tandin</i> too applied for a transfer with me. My
parents were right about <i>Tandin</i> as he has been a very caring and understanding
husband for me. All those bad days had gone and I knew a new friend in life. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Fate brought me to this point that in <i>Pema Gatshel
</i>my history unfolded as <i>Gyel </i>was running his father’s mining company there. And
to my utter disappointment that foreigner lady I saw with him was his friend
from <i>Frankfurt </i>whom he was taking on sightseeing in <i>Thimphu</i>.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“You seem to be happy with him. I am happy with my
money. We both are happy in life. Let’s celebrate this tonight. Come to my
place with your husband.” <i>Gyel </i>said. <i>Gyel </i>successfully convinced <i>Tandin </i>and
that night we were at his house in the fake celebration, carrying the rough
smiles ever.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">As days turned into months, our realizations were
hard to hide. <i>Tandin </i>came to know everything and he couldn’t be that perfect
ideal husband. All he saw in me was my longing for <i>Gyel </i>and my wish to stay
happily with the man I loved. And one fine day <i>Tandin </i>broke off all those
snares and set me free to be with my man.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">It has been my fate and even my parents couldn’t win
against this mighty fate. Both of our parents burnt into anger when they heard
about us but the storm settled soon. We overcame all barriers and decided to
stay with each other forever. </span></div>
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Tashi Chenzomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15405603938376720353noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472817605327373951.post-14727166373126251472017-11-11T19:41:00.000-08:002017-11-11T19:41:59.308-08:00Moments with you<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif";">The rain
was in full swing of romance in the peak of monsoon season. They travelled
thousands of miles and kissed the soil. I was in hurry as it was already 8 PM
and my tummy growled with hunger for I didn’t even get time to take a proper
lunch due to a really tight schedule. After having waited for more than twenty
minutes at the junction for a taxi, I had no other option than to walk home so
that I could eat and have a timely rest. I folded my pants towards my knees and
took the careful steps, fighting mud and rain drops. The rain hit me carelessly
and didn’t spare any part of my body.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif";">Suddenly
I was given a shield from the violent rain. I felt the presence of someone
behind me. I turned around and saw <i>Gyel</i>
holding an umbrella for me. I thanked him in the broadest smile possible.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif";">“I
always saw you carrying an umbrella. Why not today?” he asked me<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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wondered me then. How can it happen that this very man who was standing so tall
and protective of me always knew when I needed him? What must have been the
matter that he always came to help me?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif";">We then
walked under one umbrella continuing all the casual talks under the street
light. We were few inches away from each other and we could feel our own breath
sounds. He safely dropped me home with his humble umbrella.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif";">“<i>Yangchen</i>, I can remember very clearly
that you promised your father that you will stay away from that guy” my mother
filled my ears the next day as she saw <i>Gyel</i>
drop me home the previous night. I stood there silently and didn’t say a word.
She tried her best in convincing me how good things would be if I maintained
distance from <i>Gyel</i>.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif";">I
entered the mountain café that afternoon and saw <i>Gyel</i> waiting for me across a table. I joined him there. “My mother
saw you yesterday and I have been given a last warning to stop seeing you” I
said<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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have you decided?” he asked<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif";">Gyel</span></i><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif";"> knew my decision. We had so many
earlier episodes of fights and quarrels as I told him that I couldn’t go
against my parents. He kept poking me again and again in a hope that I would
change my mind.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif";">“I know
it’s hard but we have to stop” I said very reluctantly<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif";">My
father has never favored <i>Gyel</i>. <i>Gyel</i> was the nephew of my aunt’s ex
husband. I must say that my aunt, <i>Deki</i>
and his uncle have had one of the dirtiest divorces roasted in the court with
so many allegations. Whilst all the proceedings, my father was the one who
stood by his only sister and helped her come through all the turbulent times. My
father held his point, “I can’t afford to see another <i>Deki</i> in this lifetime.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif";">That
meeting in the café closed our future together and no matter what that was only
way out. Departing has never been easy. And one very painful thing about
departure is that every minute hunt you deeply and those beautiful past
memories are strong fuels to burning fire. We promised to make our own lives
separately whether we were happy or not.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif";">…to be continued<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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Tashi Chenzomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15405603938376720353noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472817605327373951.post-16900811798797685332017-10-17T09:46:00.001-07:002017-10-17T09:46:27.546-07:00Bum Batha Chenmi Rinzi<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<i style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif;">Yangki</i><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">
saw the movie ad on the local channel and explained us graciously that the
movie was being re-screened upon the public demand. And sad enough she couldn’t
remember the name of the movie…<i>hehe</i>. She was explaining that the main character
was my favorite male actor which meant <i>Tshering Gyeltshen</i>. Well,<i>Tshering
Gyeltshen</i> is one Bhutanese actor whose movie we don’t get to see that
frequently. But every time he hits the screen, he never fails his audience with
his perfect dosage of acting. This movie is no exception.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif";">So we
planned this movie, whose name I am sure that both of my friends still cannot
tell properly, Bum <i>Batha Chenmi Rinz</i>i, was a 9 PM show at <i>Lugar</i> theatre
starring the most popular female star, <i>Tandin Bidha</i> along with <i>Tshegyel
(Tshering Gyeltshen)</i> with the veteran actor <i>Ngidup Dorji</i>. The movie comes in an
ancient setting, probably during the time when the powerful local chieftains
ruled and executed their powers in their locality. <i>Bum Batha Chenmi Rinzi</i>
played by <i>Tandin Bidha</i> and <i>Namgay Phuntsho</i> portrayed by <i>Tshegyel</i> are the two lovebirds
hit by the powerful <i>Jala Tenzin Drugyal</i> who is no other than actor and singer
<i>Ngidup Dorji. Kinzang Dorji</i> who is also one of the veteran actors in the
Bhutanese cinema, popularly known for his character of <i>Rangdol</i> (in <i>Rangdol</i> and
<i>Yangdon</i>) is seen in this movie as a supporting cast. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif";"><i>Namgay
Phuntsho </i>is a poor but hard working young man while <i>Rinzi </i>comes from a well-to-do
family in their village. <i>Rinzi </i>and <i>Namgay </i>have been together since their
childhood days and when they become of a marriageable age, <i>Rinzi’s </i>parent
marries off their daughter to the power local chieftain <i>Jala Tenzin Drugyal </i>who
bears no mercy in executing his own right. And the audiences are made to go
through the painful departure of <i>Namgay </i>and <i>Rinzi</i>. As the story climbs the
climax, the actor’s perfect expressions with unexpected twists bring out the
real flavor.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif";">The
movie is loaded with lots of heart breaking dialogues and eye-soaring scenes,
traditional norms on slaves and slavery trodden under powers, masculinity those
days and of course, the melodic voices (especially of Mam <i>Dechen Pem</i> which I
loved the most). “Good wins over evil” as the three hour movie has been tagged
with a happy ending. It is a sure package of grand entertainment for a weekend
with friends and family.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Tashi Chenzomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15405603938376720353noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472817605327373951.post-8533905550800818232017-08-08T09:42:00.000-07:002017-08-08T09:42:14.469-07:00Those buried promises!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
18th April 2017<br />
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<i>Pema Choki</i><br />
Everything I had believed to be mine was fake. Nothing was real. His lies had covered up everything making me believe him foolishly.<br />
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<i>Tshewang Tobgay</i><br />
I had been trying my best to gather enough courage from the day I met her to tell her the truth but I failed it all the time. I didn't want her to think she was second in my life. The risk was always heavy to carry.<br />
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<i>Pema Choki</i><br />
It took me a whole week to talk and convince my parents about the man I loved and chose to be my partner for life: Tshewang Tobgay. They finally consented me to marry him this morning. I was dancing in delight as I passed on this wonderful news to him.<br />
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<i>Tshewang Tobgay</i><br />
She finally answered to my marriage proposal. She said that she was ready to be my wife. She sounded so sincere with the joys and happiness. She had the least idea that she was to be my second wife, not the first.<br />
I met her a year ago at my workplace. She joined in my office as my junior. For me, it was the love at first sight. I couldn’t even give a proper judgement about her that I was in love with her. At first she judged me flirty and didn’t respond. As I grew consistent in poking her, she demanded time so that she could think. And while all these, I could hardly think of browsing my painful history for her reference.<br />
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<i>Pema Choki</i><br />
It was towards the beginning of spring last year when this man whom I knew very less proposed me (and was my senior at office) during one of my colleague’s birthday. Since he was little drunk I hardly gave a thought on what he said. But the next day he approached me confessing it was the truth and that he was serious about me. He kept on nagging for a couple of days and I had no other option than to think and provide him a definite answer.<br />
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<i>Tshewang Tobgay</i><br />
We started dating soon. I was knowing her everyday. She owned a very fragile heart that would be grieving even if a stranger gave a dissatisfied look to her without even knowing if that one was for her or not. I was determined not to take any risk for her fragile heart by digging up my past which I had forever buried into my memories. All that mattered to me was <i>Pema</i> and our future together. I wanted to make her my future. I wanted to make her my wife. So I proceeded on with the marriage proposal last weekend while we visited the scared <i>Paro Kyichu Lhakhang</i>.<br />
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<i>Pema Choki</i><br />
<i>Tshewang</i> suddenly asked me to accompany him to offer butter lamps at <i>Kyichu Lhakhang</i> last Sunday. He just told me that he wanted to pray to the future Buddha- <i>Jow Jampa</i> for a prosperous future for the both of us. Once there, I fell in love with the blooming spring flowers outside the <i>Lhakhang</i> premises and I immediately asked him to take my photographs with that exotic scene behind me. He smiled and clicked some quick snaps and handed me back my phone. When I was done with checking the photographs on my phone, <i>Tshewang</i> was nowhere to be seen. Moments later his photo vibrated on my mobile screen. I received him immediately and before I could say a word, he spoke out, “Will you marry me <i>Pema</i>?” I couldn’t believe my ears. He repeated the same question three times and by then tears had made their way down my cheeks. I couldn’t answer him and within no time he reached me from back and gave me the warmest back hug.<br />
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<i>Tshewang Tobgay</i><br />
I was 100% sure that she would say a yes to my proposal and as expected it was a yes from her. But...this is a fashion with Bhutanese girls that they would firstly seek the permission from their parents and then only give a finalized answer. So it took her a week to talk to her parents about me and our relationship. She had readied herself and her family for our marriage and future together. Just when things were getting to the point, my past cast it’s shadows.<br />
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<i>Pema Choki</i><br />
There was no question of believing what that woman told me this afternoon because I knew that he was never married and have not even mentioned to me if he had. The woman by the name <i>Tshering Choden</i> pointed to her 5 year old son and told me if he didn’t look like Tshewang. I closed my eyes because I believed him more than anyone else. But moments later I was proved wrong as I saw the guilt in his eyes when he faced me and <i>Tshering Choden</i> together. He couldn’t meet my gaze at all. He fell short of word and there was no explanation from him. I was to collapse seeing my man in a condition filled with guilt resulted from his lies.<br />
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<i>Tshewang Tobgay</i><br />
I couldn’t believe my past came and ruined my future. Words were hard to form as I thundered into thousands thoughts when a 5 year old claimed me as his father. All these years I didn’t know I had a son. My ex wife <i>Tshering</i> whom I have separated years ago brought up my baby (as she claimed) alone and now she had brought him to me as he wished to see his father. When did I become a father? How I didn’t know this? <i>Tshering</i> went on with her justification that she wanted to be the single parent for her son as she neither wanted to get back to me nor bring in a step father to her little son.<br />
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<i>Pema Choki</i><br />
It’s funny! I mean the surprise was really good and it seriously knocked me to the ground. So this was it. I have been played well. <i>Tshering</i> and <i>Tobgay</i> went on with their talks about the child (their kid) where their history was re winded several times and how everything landed up the way things are. I had then stepped off from their way. It was extremely hard but I have no other option.<br />
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<i>Tshewang Tobgay</i><br />
Upon inquiring a lot, I had to face and accept the ultimate truth that I was a father to a kid and I bore responsibilities towards him. Being his father meant sacrificing so many things including Pema. Her level of self respect didn't permit her to marry a kid's father and become a step mother. It was me, not my son or my past who caused the damage as I disappointed her in telling my past.<br />
I miss her so much and I know she too miss me but we have been barred. We both have been drawn towards our own lives. I decided to take up the responsibility of my son despite my ex-wife's reluctance because he was my son, my responsibility.<br />
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After seven months...<br />
<i>Pema Choki</i><br />
Months have passed now and things are much more normalized. I am feeling happy today. I met <i>Tshewang</i> and his cute son in the market and they both looked so good and happy together. The decision I and <i>Tshewang</i> had made to separate for his son's happiness yielded fruit. May god bless this father and son always. <br />
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<i>Tshewang Tobgay</i><br />
I saw and met <i>Pema</i> after such a long time today. She left the office few weeks after we separated and then I hardly knew where she was. Now I can say she is doing fine and happy too. I hope and pray she find (or may be already found) a man with more courage to love and tell her the truth every time and be blessed with happiness always.</div>
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Tashi Chenzomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15405603938376720353noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472817605327373951.post-87463106204394703302017-07-16T01:30:00.000-07:002017-07-15T12:43:13.599-07:0016th July- A Special Day!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif";">Today
i.e. 16<sup>th</sup> of July, I share a beautiful tale of a colorful and happy
soul I have known for the past few years. Here is to you Miss <i>Tshering Yangki</i>,
who is completing 23 years of sparkling reign in the hearts of her lovely family
and almost four years in my life now.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif";">She was
born to pretty mother <i>Sonam Lhamo</i> and handsome father <i>Tashi Tobgay</i> as their
first child in the JDWNRH on this special day. She has grown up in the
protective cocoon of her loving granny (<i>abi</i>) who has not left any stone
un-turned ensuring her a glittering childhood. And I am told by herself only
that she was the most most short-tempered baby ever…that’s so bad <i>Yangki</i>! Soon
a younger brother came into her family which divided the love from her parents
and<i> abi</i>. And few years later she was blessed with a younger sister who is
currently serving as her secret chamber.
Being the eldest, she has imparted the justice and given the best of her
to both her younger siblings and parents.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif";">Studies
were the top priority and because of this she excelled in her academics and had
gathered enough marks and karma to meet a friend like me in college…<i>lol</i>. I
still remember the first time I saw her at the Indira Gandhi International
Airport in August 2013. She looked so tiny but smiled heavily and carried that
abnormally heavy purple trolley. The two guys who accompanied me to the airport
were completely awestruck carrying her huge trolley. So here are some of the
best memories collections with her I have in words and few pictures as well:<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif";">For the
first six months of our college we ate from the hostel common mess and I still
remember the way we had our meals together there. I would go to the food
counter with a big and small bowl and pour in the food for two people. Once on
the dining table, we would insert our individual spoons and feed ourselves.
Everyone noticed and knew us this way and so even the cook would tell me to
take more food as two of us was eating from one bowl. Some described us as too
much cute and sweet together.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">Like
boys, we managed to sacrifice our sleeping time and stay awake till midnight to
catch up a match between our favorites: <i>Cristano Ronaldo</i> and <i>Lionel Messi</i>. We
had very less knowledge about the club and all those leagues but still we dared
watching and entertaining ourselves with those matches.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">At the Sukhna lake, Chandigarh</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif";">And how
can I forget our sudden Chandigarh trip in September 2014? We abruptly planned
the trip a day before and by the next day afternoon the two of us were seated
in the bus at <i>Kashmere</i> gate which was scheduled to depart for Chandigarh. It
was 8 pm when we got out of the bus at <i>Zirakpur</i>, Chandigarh and waited there
anxiously for our friends. Once our friends reached there, we had a crazy bike
ride in a completely unknown and new place.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif";">2015,
Nepal earthquake perhaps would be the most dreaded natural disaster for us. And
the residents of Delhi had the most terrible nightmares due to the aftershocks
we were subjected to now and then. <i>Yangki</i> and me too were left frightened which forced us to
vacate the hostel at the earliest and took shelter somewhere else.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Once in a life time opportunity</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif";">One of the
best privileges I have received and of which I am dearly thankful to her is the
<i>Dharamshala</i> trip. Those cold rainy days under the snowy mountains and a
once-in-a-life-time audience with His Holiness Dalai Lama are something I treasure
massively. The <i>Tenzhug (long-life offering)</i> offering and having a chance to listen to the teachings
from His Holiness live are forever imprinted on our hearts as the most blessed
moments in our life.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The first lunch at embassy</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Splashing water at the Park</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our first sightseeing: Lotus temple</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">At the WoW</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">At the KOD</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bhutanese on the stage</td></tr>
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frequent lunches at the Embassy canteen and then the most popular <i>Sarojini</i>
Market shoppings, so many sightseeings and our adventurous visits to World of
Wonders, Kingdom of Dreams, Splash Water Park and <i>Akshardham</i> temple. The one
and only rendezvous night at<i> Jamia</i> <i>Hamdard</i> which made us present a lovely
cultural item portraying our colorful flag and a unique dress code on a foreign
land made us the most proud Bhutanese ever. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Evening walk at India gate</td></tr>
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miss our lovely evening walk from <i>Rashnaprati Bhavan</i> to India gate and our
grocery shoppings from <i>Alakhnanda</i> Market. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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delayed train journeys had been the biggest part of our college memories. While
in the train, we lost our battle to the sleep though we were very much aware of
the robbery that mostly happened during the night time when the passengers
slept. And this even made me remember the smelly train food we were offered and
having no other option, we had to eat those foods. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Adorning with Boe-gho for a tibetan perfromance</td></tr>
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a number of performances at the embassy celebrations of our King’s Birth Anniversary
and those were just the proud things we did as a Bhutanese under the reign of
our visionary Monarchs.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A crazy time</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif";">All these
came down to the memorable farewell night which was the official end to our
college life and to us, the end of being roommates. This has been the saddest
part. We couldn’t stay in that Room No: A-702 forever. It was a place in this
whole world where we created so many fond memories and had done so many crazy
stuffs. The only room whose walls had developed the resistance to our donkey
voices as we consistently assumed ourselves to be <i>Taylor Swift</i> and <i>Minzung
Lhamo</i>. The only space which was safe for the two of us to share our deepest
secrets and thoughts including all our worries and fears which we could never
dare to say somewhere else. So let’s take a moment to thank our kind room here.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our lovely room</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our last trip to Alakhnanda</td></tr>
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seems to be so many other memories which are both funny and emotional but let me
keep this till here and wish you:<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif";">Happy Birthday
Yangki<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif";">Be the lovely
person you are<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif";">May you be always
happy and smiley…just like the first time I saw you<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif";">Love you always and
forever<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif";">Tashi Chenzom<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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Tashi Chenzomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15405603938376720353noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472817605327373951.post-32443188880329614482017-07-15T07:00:00.000-07:002017-07-15T07:09:21.004-07:00Fun time with Kids<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Today towards the evening I had some quality time with my two naughty nephews:Tandin Dorji, eight years old who is my brother's elder son and Minjur, one plus year old who is my sister's son. Since Minjur was having infection, and was on an antibiotics course, fever attacked him now and then which made him restless and crying almost all the time. </div>
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To make Minjur feel better I took him into my arms and went out into the parking lot of our apartments while Tandin was following us too. Minjur felt better there and played around. Tandin suddenly suggested that we should play kuku (Hide & Seek). I agreed and Tandin was willing to be the ghost (Haha...ghost are supposed to search for the hiding party). I don't know if ghost is the correct term but that was what we have always used while playing this game. As Tandin turned around and covered both his eyes, counting till 20 so that we could hide somewhere, I took Minjur and hid behind the white Alto 800 parked there and kept an eye on him. When he finally finished shouting all the numbers, he asked, "Did you hide ani?" I stayed silent because he may find the source of the sound if I replied him. He then moved to the back of the building searching for me and Minjur. And thanks to Minjur who stayed pin drop silent while all these happened. Once Tandin disappeared behind the walls, I carried Minjur and climbed upstairs to home. I looked down from the balcony and saw Tandin desperately searching for the two of us. I kept quiet for a long time. But then I realized there are many stray dogs around, so I called his name. As he looked up, I immediately hid myself again. After few minutes I called him again and directed him to come home upstairs. </div>
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And then I ran into the kitchen and hid behind the door. There, Minjur kept nearing me. So I asked my sister to take him away. But when Tandin reached home and started searching for me around, Minjur came near the door and watched me with smiles even when I waved him several times to go away which obviously made Tandin suspect that I was hiding behind the door. When Tandin finally saw me, we all bursted into laughter looking at the stupidity of Minjur who was supposed to help me actually but ended up helping Tandin who was our rival...hehe. </div>
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We played this game for one more round and then tuned our bodies to the rhythm of various songs I played from my mobile. Tandin mostly repeated my dance steps while Minjur was fascinated by his cousin and aunt shaking their bodies like wild monkeys. It was seriously fun to play this game at this age and that also with these very young and energetic kids. It brought back so many childhood memories which was somehow lost in the process of growing up and defining a life for oneself. Spending some time with these innocent kids refill our life with fun and energy besides stepping closer to them.</div>
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Tashi Chenzomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15405603938376720353noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472817605327373951.post-90771296140088034842017-06-26T04:55:00.000-07:002017-06-26T05:05:03.045-07:00An Evening to Remember! <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
It was 9.20 pm when I climbed the staircase to my apartment after a really tiring evening shift from hospital. My one-year old nephew welcomed me with an enthralling smile which almost closed both his eyes upon seeing me enter in. Though tired, I replied back his smile and gesture. When I finished changing my clothes, my mother called me for the dinner but I was too tired to take my dinner also, so I just lied her that I already had sth at work.<br />
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When the dinner was over, my sister alerted us that there is no water at home. It is not soon when she called my name from downstairs asking me to come and help her fetch water. It was seriously pissing to fetch water and carry it up to the third floor late at 10 pm of the night and that also after I had one of the busiest shifts.<br />
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It was a Sunday evening shift where I was stationed at the triage desk. The beginning of the shift was not that busy but by around 5 pm, patients started piling up and soon our emergency department turned into an Indian fish market, completely crowded and packed with patients and attendants. We ran out of beds. Even the extra trollies were inserted along the corridor. As the number of patients kept on increasing, we ran out of extra trollies and wheelchairs as well.<br />
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Referred patients from other hospitals added the number. Patients poured in with variable severities, so we had no other option than to make them sit on the chairs. We ourselves had to keep running here and there looking for oxygen masks, injections, sponging trays, IV fluids etc...<br />
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It was one of the most busiest shifts for me. This is not a complain that we are having to endure such circumstances. There are staff there who has seen such shifts lots of times and they have been well experienced in handling such huge number of patients. I, as a newcomer have learnt a lot from that shift. Emergency situations demands preparedness and we are groomed practically for it. Such situations can knock us anytime.<br />
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When the department runs into such busy shifts, it comes as a challenge as we all always manage to see all the patients and provide them the required emergency services. All the patients are assessed according to the traige level and either consulted for admission to the wards or relieved and discharged. At the end of the day, we are proud as a team to be able to handle number of patients above our capacity.<br />
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Most of us start our shifts with a prayer that we receive less patients, have less casaulties. Though this is somehow related to our selfishness, we indirectly pray for the people to be in good health, not fall sick and avoid all those accidents so that they don't have to come to emergency. And coming to emergency department of any hospital is never a happy thing.<br />
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Be safe and take care of your own health. Avoid all those conditions which you think will lead you to sustain injuries. A simple example can be of being careful while walking. Looking for anything spilled on the floor on which you will fall as one single step you take and you may fall down hard enough that will break your bones.<br />
This is a simple request from me and my experience till now.</div>
Tashi Chenzomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15405603938376720353noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472817605327373951.post-25041716179950761612017-06-25T02:07:00.002-07:002017-06-25T02:07:28.825-07:00Meeting Princess Mako<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
She walked majestically with careful and soft steps. Her sparkling eyes were the blooming petals of spring flowers. And her humbleness touched down on every individual she met. Her smile simply made us feel happy with no reasons.<br />
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I was very fortunate to have been able to join the officers from RBP and Ministry of Foreign Affairs in serving Her Imperial Highness Princess Mako of Akishino of Japan and her delegates from 1st to 7th June 2017 which was her official visit to Bhutan.<br />
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On her 6th day in Bhutan, she granted us an audience at the Zhiwaling Hotel in Paro. I embraced myself to say at least something to HIH. She was perfectly dressed in a beautifully patterned traditional kira. When HIH Princess faced me and put forward her hand with that capturing smile, all I could do was bow down and receive her hand. My voice was shaking but managed these words,"It's really nice to see you la" She immediately broadened her smile and replied me but my nervousness overwhelmed me as all of my blood circulation was diverted to my face and my mind ceased thinking for a while that I cannot recollect what were the exact words she spoke back to me.<br />
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During her 7 days in Bhutan, I have learnt so many things and gained experiences which will always be a pioneer in my future. Among all, I loved the time punctuality of HIH. If we are on time and never late, we can achieve so many things. I have seen the miracle of time punctuality to my own believe. Thank you HIH.<br />
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HIH hiked the Iconic Taktsang Monastary on 6th June. Young and energetic, within two hours she reached the monastery. When we reached back the base of the Taktshang, she thanked me and my medical team personally for monitoring and taking care of her bodyguard who had difficulty walking and complained of shortness of breath during the hike.<br />
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On 7th June, when HIH waved us goodbye before boarding her plane, a sad feeling developed within me and everyone who came to see her off at the Paro International Airport. Though it was only seven days together, departing has never been easier. Kadinchey la HIH Princess for visiting Bhutan. We wish you happiness and good health always.</div>
Tashi Chenzomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15405603938376720353noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472817605327373951.post-80042880840012043072017-05-05T08:26:00.001-07:002017-05-05T08:26:01.351-07:00Unheard Roar<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif";">Known by
the scientific name <i>Panthera tigris</i>, tigers are the biggest cats which is both admired
and feared by the world. Well! Why won’t we admire such a majestic creature?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman", serif;">They are
the national animal of India, Bangladesh, Malaysia and South Korea. This giant charismatic animal have their stripes on the skin as well. They usually hunt alone at night with speeds up to around 65KM/H. It is said that the saliva of the tigers are antiseptic in nature and their bones have high medicinal values. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times new roman", serif;">But the
saddest part is that they have been marked endangered. In the beginning of the
20</span><sup style="font-family: "times new roman", serif;">th</sup><span style="font-family: "times new roman", serif;"> century, the tiger population was around 100,000 and now we
stand with a less than some 5000 tigers around the globe.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif";">There
were so many subspecies of <i>Panthera tigris</i> (Tigers). Lots of the subspecies are
extinct, while some are critically endangered and few remain endangered.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Tiger</b></span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif";"> (<i>Panthera tigris balica</i>)<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman", serif;">Balinese
tiger which resided on the Indonesian island of Bali was said to be hunted
purposefully to extinction due to a cultural belief that tigers represented
evil and destruction in 1940s.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif";">This
extinct tiger subspecies was native to the Indonesian island of Java<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Tiger</b></span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif";"> (<i>Panthera tigris virgata</i>)<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman", serif;">They
were one of the biggest cats to have ever lived. They inhabited around the
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</span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Wanhsien
Tiger</b></span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif";"> (<i>Panthera tigris acutidens</i>)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif";">Before
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</span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";"><b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Ngandong
Tiger </span></b><span style="font-family: times new roman, serif;">(</span><i style="font-family: "times new roman", serif;">Panthera tigris soloensis</i><span style="font-family: times new roman, serif;">)<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman", serif;">They
lived in the locality of Trinil of Java Island in Indonesia</span></div>
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</b></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Sumatran
Tiger</b></span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif";"> (<i>Panthera tigris sumatrae</i>)<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman", serif;">They
inhabit the Indonesian island of Sumatra. World has an estimated population of
around 500 Sumatran tigers</span></div>
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</span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Malayan
Tiger</b></span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif";"> (<i>Panthera tigris jacksoni</i>)<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman", serif;">They
reside around the southern and central parts of Malay Peninsula. Malayan tigers
stand with an estimated population of 300 in the world.</span></div>
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</span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>South
China Tiger</b></span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif";"> (<i>Panthera tigris amoyensis</i>)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman", serif;">They
are found in the southern China</span></div>
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altaica</i>)<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman", serif;">They
are found in Russia with a total population of 562.</span></div>
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tigris corbetti</i>)<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman", serif;">They
are found in Myanmar, Thailand, Lao, Vietnam, and Southwestern China. This
tiger subspecies is considered extinct in Cambodia now. Total estimated population
of Indochinese tigers was 342.</span></div>
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tigris</i>) <o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman", serif;">This
subspecies has the largest population of around 3800 in India, Bangladesh,
Nepal and Bhutan. Bhutan is home to 103 Bengal tigers. This subspecies is the
national animal of both India and Bangladesh. Bengal tigers have a recessive colour variant of white tigers.They are extinct in Pakistan and China.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif";"><b><i>WHY
WE NEED TO SAVE OUR TIGERS?</i></b><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif";">We
all feel that tigers are strong enough to get their own food and will definitely
survive well in the woods. But there are so many issues tigers have been
fighting for ages and very unfortunately most of them lost the battles and left
this world forever. Lots of them are already extinct now and so many are on the
verge of getting extinct. Perhaps we are the only ones who can stop this
because it was we and our forefathers who caused this pathetic condition for
them.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif";">Forest
degradation causing their habitat fragmentation was one main reason. It is said
that a single tiger need 25000 acres of forests as they prey on the herbivorous
animals which means there should be abundant forest cover. And so presence of
tiger in the forest denotes a healthy environment.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif";">The
next main reason for the dwindling number of tigers in the forest is poaching.
Due to high market value of the parts of the tigers (Bones and Skin), they were
poached heavily which drastically reduced their population. <b>WWF</b> works to enforce
zero tolerance for tiger poaching across Asia under the mission <b><u>ZERO POACHING.</u></b><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif";">Retaliatory
Killings is pointed out as another reason for tiger endangerment. I read somewhere
that tigers do not normally view human as prey. They attack human only if they
feel threatened by our presence. This is not my judgment, but this seemed to be
true as I heard so many incidences. Tigers don’t prey humans. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif";"><b><i>CURRENTLY
TIGERS ARE BEING TRAPPED, SKINNED AND PUSHED OUT OF THEIR HOME. SAVE OUR
TIGERS!</i></b><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Tashi Chenzomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15405603938376720353noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472817605327373951.post-30323930338692244192017-03-21T23:53:00.000-07:002017-03-21T23:53:22.241-07:00Those funny days<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">In the
year 2012, we were crowned in our school for being the senior most as we were
at the peak of our high school. We enjoyed putting on that <i>serthra gho</i> and <i>kira</i>
to school every day. Our class teacher, Ms <i>Sumitra</i> with glasses used to start
our day with all those friction, force, motion…blah blah (I don’t remember much
of physics content now). She was even the Head of Science Department in the
school. So when her department decided to have a science exhibition in the
school, she held great expectations from her class which was XII science B. Why
would she not expect? We were the senior most science students in the school.
With the exhibition happening in just two weeks, none of my classmates thought
about participating there to showcase our talents.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">We all
were busy with our own studies. Few days before the event, she asked us what
our plans were and nobody had any answer. Then she gave us her whole teaching
period to discuss and plan out something amongst us. When the time was over,
there were lots of ideas cropped among the students which made her feel really
relived and happy. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">But on
the day of the event, there was hardly any model. It was me and my friend
<i>Tshering Wangmo</i> who came up with a small idea of air pressure. It was an
absolutely lazy and flat model. All we needed was an empty plastic bottle and a
boiled egg..<i>hehe</i> (I seriously find it funny to share this idea here). We did
the demonstration once and it was pretty cool but very unluckily on the day of
exhibition, our only plastic bottle got crumbled and shapeless which gave a
failed report to our experiment. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">When the
science lab assistants knew about our problem, she gave us another plastic
bottle. I and my friend had no idea that the bottle was previously used to
store diesel and we simply inserted the flame into the bottle. Within seconds,
the flame busted and we both nearly survived an accident. Thank you Buddha! <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">After this
event, we were more than sure that our experiment cannot be displayed so we sat
back hopelessly looking at other models made by our juniors. Soon our class
captain, <i>Tshering Pelden</i> came with a science book which had simple experiments.
We scanned through the pages to save the nose of our class at the last moment. And
we caught hold of one simple process “DISTILLATION” using the filter paper. Then
the lab assistant again came to us and seeing our pathetic presentation on our
table, she gave us a water filter purely made at home using the available
materials, which everyone can make at home. And she told us, “Last year’s
passed out students made this” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">So finally
we had two displays on our table: water distillation and home-made water filter.
And we were four girls (<i>Tsheyang Choden</i> joined us) from our class presenting the models. When the experiment
finally began and students came around, we gained confidence in our experiment
and model. Our biggest lie that we made the hand-made water filter seemed
really true to our own belief. Everyone was praising our idea and appreciated the
four of us there. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Then a
twist came suddenly as we spotted someone in the crowd. There was a guy who was
our senior, but he couldn’t do the final exams due to medical reasons and he
was in our batch (in different section though). Seeing the guy, the four of us
looked at each other and knew that he was the one in last years’ student batch
who made the home-made water filter which we were displaying as our own. So the
only option left for us to save from the shame was to run away. The two of us
ran away, leaving our table. The other two friends were reluctant to leave. So they
did the rest of the presentation and completed it too.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Towards the
end of the exhibition, Sir <i>Pradeep</i> came for inspection and evaluation. He knew
everything about the models and who really made it too, so he just gave us that
look of how insincere and irresponsibility we were. And when the results came,
better don’t ask where my team stood in the ranking…<i>hehe</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Though this
wasn’t a good thing we did but whenever I recall this incident or share it with
my friends, I am always happy of the fun I had because it seems really
interesting and shows how much fun our school life really was. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Tashi Chenzomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15405603938376720353noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472817605327373951.post-11536652064972219082017-02-19T04:09:00.000-08:002017-02-19T04:11:49.094-08:00Delhi...Here I am back<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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because the degree certificate has been handed over to me. I went back to my
University on 3<sup>rd</sup> February 2017 with my best friend <i>Tshering Yangki</i>
for the one last time. Though I missed my one in a life-time convocation, these days there were also memorable and worth cherishing. </span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12pt;">It was more than seven months that I handed over the
cupboard and room keys to the hostel supervisor while vacating my room and once
again I was back in the same room but as a guest this time. Everything was
same…those bright red curtains, tiny balcony overlooking the noisy </span><i style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">Sangam
Vihar</i><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12pt;">, the bed, cupboard and study table with the closets and drawers and even
the calendars, posters and pictures I pasted on the walls were there. While I
and </span><i style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">Yangki</i><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12pt;"> had joined together our single beds together, </span><i style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">Yangki</i><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12pt;"> and her
roommate </span><i style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">Sangay</i><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12pt;"> preferred keeping the beds separated. I had missed all those so
terribly. It was pleasure knowing </span><i style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">Yangki’s</i><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12pt;"> roommate </span><i style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">Num Sangay Choden</i><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12pt;">, first
year B. Pharmacy student. She was a lively and happy soul. By the way I too love
</span><i style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">Blackpink</i><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12pt;">.</span></div>
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buildings stood firmly as ever and the people there had been doing all those
similar stuffs they did. I loved that banner across the road reading “<b>RAGGING
IS STRICTLY PROHIBITED</b>”. When I first entered the university back in 2013, this
banner washed down all the fears and worries I had as a fresher. While stepping
into my faculty, lots of new faces popped up and I was surprised to know that
the faculty office had been shifted to the basement of the new hospital
block-B. After reaching the new hospital block, I was still stuck outside not
knowing the way. It was there that I encountered the sir who was working in the
office. When I asked him about the new office, he was willing enough to take me
to the office though he had been shifted to Anesthesia Department. Once I was
in the office the person there handed me the form and the list of documents I had
to produce. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Just when I was coming out of the office I met with
Dr <i>Bhalla</i> who was my professor for two semesters. I was happy to hear that she remembered
and talked about me sometimes. Interestingly, I met Dr. <i>Saltanant</i> as well and
she had been one such teacher who never smiled or showed any happy side of her.
All the memories I have of her were of her random scolding and long faces. But that
day when I met her, she smiled at me. Though I was really surprised I managed
to smile back timely. I am really happy about this moment.</span></div>
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<i>Hamdardians</i> agreed for a movie together at the Select City Mall, <i>Saket. Kungfu
yoga</i> and The Great Wall were the two options given and after conducting a cute
little democracy in the <i>wechat</i> group, The Great Wall won the election. Well, it
was an amazing movie starring <i>Matt Damon</i> and <i>Jing Tian</i> with so many action
scenes. Let me tell you that <i>yangki</i> and I had shouted and screamed a
lot during the movie and <i>Sonam Tobgay</i> requested us to keep quiet…<i>haha</i>. The movie
was great.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Caught up together for "THE GREAT WALL"</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Then the next day we were in the <i>Ambience</i> mall,
<i>Vasant Kunj</i> and did lots and lots of shopping. I didn’t buy much stuff but the
three beautiful ladies with me added so many carry bags for our <i>Sonam Tobgay</i> to
carry. He accompanied four of us (girls) and I am damn sure that he might have
regretted a lot for coming with us.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">During my final semester, I discovered about the Korean
restaurant from a friend and since the first time I had tasted the Korean cuisines,
I have been craving for it every time. Korean dishes are really tasty and I really
love it. So when I went this time, I planned to shed all those cravings and
ordered so many things full on the table. Once the orders were on the table,
even taking pictures seemed time wastage and it was hard to control not to eat
them…<i>hehe</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><i>MUGHAL GARDEN</i>…the name seemed so mysterious and
interesting when my friend <i>Yamini </i>and <i>Nisha</i> asked me to meet them there. <i>Yangki</i>
and I went there after an auto driver took a good advantage of our innocence. Once
outside the gate there, the security person imposed so many prohibitions and we
were asked to keep so many things in the cloak room. We both were pissed off
and we lost the interest to go into the garden. But finally we were in and met
<i>Yamini</i> and <i>Nisha</i>. Well, <i>Mughal</i> Garden is all full of beautiful herb tress,
roses, tulips, dahlias and all kinds of plants and flowers. A Botanist and
flower lover must visit this place for sure.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<i>Beena’s</i> apartment in <i>Tuglakabad</i> as the security guard at the hostel would pose
so many questions for me leaving hostel as early as 3:30 AM because my flight
was at 6:30 AM. And very sweetly <i>Yangki</i> and <i>Num Sangay</i> stayed out of the hostel
to see me off at the airport. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">All of the friends there at <i>Jamia Hamdard</i> had been
very kind and I cherish everyone’s company. My stay there was really awesome because
of every one there. And <i>Yangzom</i>, though I couldn’t spent much time with her because
she was completely busy with her family and postings and later with her trip to
<i>Kerala</i>, I loved meeting her after so long and we shall definitely meet soon. I really enjoyed eating <i>Beena's</i> cooked food. It has always been tasty.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">A huge and massive thanks to my <i>bestie Yangki</i> who
had been with me since day 1. We shared her single bed for all my stay in the
hostel. She was worried all the time that I might be bored and kept on planning
going out. Though she acts very bold and cold outside, she is the warmest soul I
have known. Our relationship as roommates have ended but friendship shall stretch
infinitely.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">our friendship through the years</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A final Delhi-selfie while waiting for my flight</td></tr>
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Tashi Chenzomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15405603938376720353noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472817605327373951.post-6403777540442813502017-02-14T01:22:00.003-08:002017-02-14T07:12:53.452-08:00Thank God! it's just a...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">An unknown
lady stood by my side, looking straight into my eyes. She then stepped back as
she noticed the immense fear filled in my eyes. We don’t speak a word but so many scary
conversations were exchanged within seconds. We both were aware that we have
been trapped in such a situation where running away will cause our deaths. All
we had in our hand was to face the situation. And we knew the situation was no
better than the deaths. Thousands of thoughts came and our minds were clotted
with those thoughts and feelings. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">Someone
was at the door and we both looked at each other. As the frequency of the knock
on the door increased I unlatched it though was very much scared. A man in army
uniform looked pitifully at me and said something inaudible. Seeing my
shivering body, he repeated himself, “Please run away from here. If you stay
here, you both will die and no one can help you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">Hearing
those words, both of us run away like the shooting arrows for so long. I don’t
look back. I just run and run and run away from that place. The speed made me forget that I lost my friend also. At usual times I
used to get exhausted easily while running but at that moment I had no time
getting exhausted because it was my life which was at stake. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">When I was
finally sure that I have been in a safe zone, I heard a very familiar laughing
voice. I took a minute to know that my friend <i>Tshering Yangki</i> was laughing but
it was very hard for me to locate where she was. I didn’t see her around though her
voice suggested me that she was just next to me. I tried harder but yielded no success. She
kept on laughing and I kept on searching for her around. And then I heard another voice talking so many things about “my daughter and my son thing”. It
was sure that there was someone else other than my friend but I failed to track
down who the other voice was.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">When I was
brought back to my senses I noticed that my friend <i>Tshering Yangki</i> was next to
me on the same bed and she was busy watching and laughing on some online videos. <i>Woooh</i>!! Such a
dream! My pulse was racing for some time though I realized it was just a dream <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Tashi Chenzomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15405603938376720353noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472817605327373951.post-26558575077297636882017-01-20T08:45:00.001-08:002017-01-20T08:45:39.544-08:00The Monkey and Me <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">As I was watching the epic scene of the fight
between <i>Akshay Kumar</i> and the monkey
in the <i>Bollywood</i> movie <i>Housefull</i>, I remembered an incident that
happened few years back with me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Though I was born in eastern <i>Bhutan</i>, I grew up in western <i>Bhutan</i>,
<i>Paro</i> and we hardly see monkeys in <i>Paro</i> or the nearby area. And when I
joined my university in New Delhi which bore favorable conditions for monkey’s
livelihood, my eyeball popped up so many times to get a glimpse of the creature
whenever I saw one around. Since the monkeys and apes are a close relative of
the human species, it always interested me to see this relative of mine as
there were so many similarities we shared and of course the monkey behavior
catching up so many attentions. Though we describe their behavior as reckless,
for them it is their fundamental right and nothing offending to anyone.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">So coming to my incident, it was one morning in my
hostel room when my friend was still sleeping on the bed. I opened the balcony
door to get the broom to clean my room. After inspecting the balcony I noticed
that I needed to mob the balcony as it was really dusty. So I directly went to
the washroom to get water and rag. But unknowingly I left the door to my room
opened after bringing in rag and water. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">When I was back after getting the broom from the
balcony, I was stuck to see an unfamiliar face in my tiny room. It was then
that I realized that he wasn’t my friend or relative. Monkey is a monkey and he
was there doing exactly the thing expected: he was busy feasting on my huge
watermelon I bought the previous day by paying INR 50 from the <i>Alaknanda</i> market. Both of his hands had
been assigned in filling his mouth simultaneously. There was not even a moment
spared in spitting out the seed. This seriously offended me and I found myself shouting
at him to leave my room and watermelon. <i>Hahaha</i>…and
he just ignored me and continued his business with my poor watermelon. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Not knowing what to do, I shouted to my sleeping
friend, “<i>Yangzom</i>”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">She looked up from her pillow and followed my index
finger where her half-opened eyes suddenly widened and I saw a clear fear pulling
her to reality which was expected obviously.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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bed was near the door leaving a completely lost and scared friend (me) alone
with the ever-ready-to-attack creature. I was really pissed off with that. Not knowing
what to do, I again called her and she came back running.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Noticing my terrified expression, she told me to
calm down and not to jump or say anything to the monkey. Seeing her confidence,
I stood still on my spot as she went out to look for help. Within few minutes,
she came with the supervisor and few men who brought cricket bat along with
them. And within all these time, my watermelon was all engulfed by the witty
monkey. Seeing the men with bat, the monkey fled my room within seconds.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">With him gone, I gathered the left-over watermelon and
cursed myself for not eating it the previous night. And then I joked myself
that perhaps this was the most special way to gift my special relative with whom
I have never met or known much. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">When I later narrated the whole incident to my <i>Bangladeshi appu Labiba</i>, she pitied
enough to promise me that she will bring a watermelon as a replacement to cheer
me up. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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really thankful that the monkey didn’t jump on me or caused any harm because
from what I have heard from others later, monkeys can harm and scratch our
faces when shouted on them. My tasty watermelon kept him occupied and didn’t allow
him to deal with me in that way. So that saved me luckily.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Tashi Chenzomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15405603938376720353noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472817605327373951.post-50643103152619076002017-01-16T09:43:00.002-08:002017-01-16T09:48:24.321-08:00A year for MINJUR<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">My tiny little hero, <i>Minjur</i> is one year today. This little life born from my dearest
sister completed all the four seasons of 366 days this year.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">It was at this time last year that so many of us
waited for his delivery with lots of anticipation and to be frank, I had hoped
for a baby girl so strongly. But he came to us with so many hopes and reasons
to smile. When my sister went into labor, I kept sticking around her because I
didn’t want to miss the first appearance of my nephew at any cost. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">He came into our world weighing 3.48KG and I still
remember his tiny little lips that wouldn’t open wide enough to fit in the
nipple for breastfeeding. I will tease him all his life about coming to see us with such little mouth..<i>hehe</i>. His
first night was calm and he slept peacefully but from the next night, he made
us feel like we were on security night duty in a bank and we took turns to make
him sleep. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Days turned to weeks, weeks slowly to months and he
grew up with lots of developments. His neck held the head; limbs became active
in a little coordinated way and slowly sat on his butt. Once his four limbs
were strong enough to hold his body, he started crawling all around and this
has not been a good thing for me since it’s very difficult to wash his dirtied
pant in his cold weather. And hopefully he will walk soon and may be this thing
would be gone with that. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">His communicating skill has also developed as now he
speaks so many words which are difficult to understand but the tone is
coordinated and easy to understand. He can utter the word “<i>apa</i>” and his mother is dying to hear the word “<i>ama</i>” one day. He sometimes shouts at us in his own immature way to
shed off his anger.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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long time developed the stranger anxiety. Once he sees his mother around, all
he wants is to go into her arms. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">He is one big ray of hope many of us have and all we
want is for him to grow healthy and be a good son/nephew/grandson and most
vitally a good human being. We always love you baby Minjur. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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