tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-299133113674527742024-03-21T06:18:21.340-07:00Living Through My ThoughtsBuilding an edifice with reminiscences from ephemeral moments as I live through.. Sonam Dorjihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10024682217696966352noreply@blogger.comBlogger76125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29913311367452774.post-61804107386265439592015-04-25T20:35:00.000-07:002015-04-25T19:40:44.462-07:00Finding my way back<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Well well, it has been quite sometimes, perhaps may be two year I suppose, that I was caught up in an unending noose of worldly matters. And yes sir, I must admit here that it has pretty much kept me away from my blogging life.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Now during all these good years, what I could figure out was that; responsibility never ends but should learn to prioritize, time never waits instead should catch up, opportunity visits but never introduces hence must recognize it and most of all, one can never spindle the endless thread of life but than to accept it in a best possible and grateful manner. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Somebody rightly said, "we don't always live for our-self instead we live for others." And I have got to say that, every word is reasonably just true to its meaning. After all we can't choose a side when we live on a circle because circle just don't have sides. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">And now that I am back to score one, I pledge with my within my own capacity that I will make up for all the good number of days lost. And sincerely hope that fellow bloggers would take me back again. </span></span></div>
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Sonam Dorjihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10024682217696966352noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29913311367452774.post-16033248547237129952013-10-18T08:52:00.000-07:002013-10-18T09:01:13.231-07:00Ngag-tang wang; phallus blow-job<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So there was this religious ceremony Called <i>drub </i>in our locality right? And all of us, the staffs of the school went to offer our divinity. Then the most bizarre thing happened. The huge mask-dancer flashed a 12 inch long wooden phallus and rubbed in our mouth. And I mean literally in all of the mouths of the people present there. Now isn't this little weird?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The guy forcefully made us to give blow-job to his precious wooden phallus in the name of some religious ceremony. And nobody seemed to mind it. Classic Bhutanese us. <i><b>Pelden Drukpa Gaylo!</b></i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">What's more interesting in the whole act is that the ladies were least spared. They were handsomely cleansed of their immoral sins with that phallus brushing. Felt little disturbed though, for being a science teacher. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Well what's the benefit of that ngag-tang wang anyway?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Believe it or not, the myth has it that it cleanses one's sin, for it portrays the invaluable act of Lam Drukpa Kinley <i><b>(the divine madman) </b></i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">P.S: ngag-tang means penis...</span></div>
Sonam Dorjihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10024682217696966352noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29913311367452774.post-17313505902875041002013-10-07T08:51:00.004-07:002013-10-07T09:02:34.672-07:00Precious lizard; Tokay Gecko<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">What? Now wait a minute! Was it illegal for all this time? God, I would
have never known if it </span><span style="line-height: 17.77777862548828px;">wasn't</span><span style="line-height: 115%;"> for today’s <a href="http://www.bbs.bt/news/?p=32384" target="_blank">news. </a><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Now, it has been quite some time that I have seen most of the people down
at Samdrup Jongkhar scrambling from wall to wall looking for this precious
lizard. Well I dared to ask few about it
and all I could decipher from their hard
search was that they earned quite a stack of money from just few of those small
black spotted lizard.</span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Tozay Gecko! It has got a name too, for crying out loud. I even clicked a
picture of it in my cell phone at one time and showed it my colleagues. We had
a long session of talk for its value in the black market.</span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">Word in the street is that some Indians from the nearby border would come
and collect the catch with loads of money. But hunting these precious creatures </span><span style="line-height: 17.77777862548828px;">isn't</span><span style="line-height: 115%;"> a walk in the park, I suppose. They had to dig all the concrete walls
hunting for just a few. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">Next time you visit the Samdrup Jongkhar town, I reckon
you check the walls. It’s almost finished digging. Who </span><span style="line-height: 17.77777862548828px;">wouldn't</span><span style="line-height: 115%;"> right? It’s all
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Sonam Dorjihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10024682217696966352noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29913311367452774.post-24453273133590847082013-10-03T01:07:00.005-07:002013-10-06T00:50:16.260-07:00some things are best left- out!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
There are certain things which needs a rational explanation. Like why do we actually laugh? Which came first, the chicken or the egg? Etc. But more simple than that are the following two false memories!<br />
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Everyone has the memory of looking at the clock and finding that the second hand is standing still for a brief moment. Well the term has a name and it's called chronostasis!<br />
It's said that our brain has a tendency to create a false memory which tends to make us believe that the time is stretching little backward. So next time you feel the same it's just a false memory. No big deal.<br />
Another false memory is when we look at the mirror and stare at our own eyes, trying to shift from one eye to the other. We won't feel that our eyes are moving but the other person standing as the observer will notice the slight movement of our eyes. This temporary blindness is caused due to saccades. Interesting?</div>
Sonam Dorjihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10024682217696966352noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29913311367452774.post-47759551248213001242013-09-08T09:52:00.001-07:002013-09-08T10:10:01.140-07:00learning to accept life......<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Once a bird asked a bee. You know, you spend hell of a time making honey only to be stolen by those selfish men at the end. Don't you feel bad? To which the bee replied, "well never, and why should I? They sure can steal my honey but never -the art of making it. Now, question! Didn't this prose ring a bell on you? To spill out the bean, this kind of things happen to all of us all the time.<br />
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Some of us work the freaking shit out only to see some lame horse taking all the damn credit. That's why I say, it isn't wrong to believe when somebody said, "the first and the only rule of a life is; it isn't fair."<br />
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Tell you what? We say, "bear eats the corn and monkey gets stonned" classic epitaph! Some people really can butter up the bosses like a banjo in old Joe's rusty hand. Sometimes I do wish my life to be a kind of movie premiere, for in those movies, good begets good alas. Curse me my lord,.,,.,<br />
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Sonam Dorjihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10024682217696966352noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29913311367452774.post-443625730924299252013-08-27T08:12:00.000-07:002013-08-27T08:14:36.723-07:00Crazy but immediate solutions to solve INR crisis<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Alright now lets get little critical here. And why not? The Government is cutting all the loose ends just to save the country's neck from drowning in excessive INR crunch. The ministers are to be paid the minimum of the wage according to the valid sources. Well that's one of the few glistening face of politician serving the people in a real sense.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">So we know that the country has a HUGE INR CRUNCH right? But what are we doing about it, than simply relaying solely on the Government to fix it. Aren't we as a citizen responsible, just the same? I thought so. Of late we know that our new Government is pumping in five Billion from India to ignite different plans to swing into action. isn't this going to add up to the already existing crunch? After all it's the Indian currency at large.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I feel that if we really care then perhaps we need to dare a bit in our lifestyle so that together we can help ourselves to save all the shortcomings altogether. So below are some of the small things that can help solve the INR crisis, if taken seriously I believe.</span><br />
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<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="color: red;">Cut the supply of chips and cookies in the shops:</span> My son alone empties 3 - 4 packets of chips a day. Imagine how much all children in the entire country are consuming? And these junk foods are all imported from India. Cutting short of these unhealthy edibles would not hamper much on anything rather than saving our children's health as well as rupee outflow.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="color: red;">Kitchen garden for all: </span>There are huge lands converted into a luxurious garage and parking in most of the town areas. These people are solely relying on the market for the vegetables which the market imports from India. So instead of the garage and parking, if these areas are turned into a garden, it could save all the hassle of running to the market to waste money which indirectly goes off to INDIA.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="color: red;">Shop from within: </span>Just to save few hundreds, our people are all going down to the border towns to bargain petty goods. Which I think can be done within ourselves. (not all atlest)</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="color: red;">Walk again:</span> At one point, all of us were walking merrily. But then the cars started becoming necessity for all due to Bank's affordable loan system. Now that the petrol prices are sky-rocketing, why don't we all walk again merrily so that we save our budget and also health? <span style="color: red;"> </span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="color: red;">Local (ARA):</span> Alcohol is much loved by all that too beer. Even the people in the community seem to fancy drinking beer which costs nearly a hundred. Instead of bottling a dozen and wasting huge chunk of budget why don't we switch back to our locally brewed wines? <i>(ARA, BANGCHANG and SINGCHANG)</i></span></li>
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Sonam Dorjihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10024682217696966352noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29913311367452774.post-68961656080756613422013-06-25T06:05:00.000-07:002013-06-25T06:06:14.645-07:00Annihilating Dzongkha - Live <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">These days, extreme Politic enthusiasts are live on National Television with just one reason in their mind; </span><b style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">campaigning to win</b><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">! Well, not anymore, I would say. These people are slaying our National language live on telecast and nobody seems to be caring. Infact every one seems to be enjoying it night after night taking it to be some sort of idiotic parable.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I thought they had to have atleast a degree qualification so as to contest or I rather guess not. Oh, for heaven's sake, is Dzongkha really a rocket science? Yes, many would agree, that it's little hard writing but not for any reason - speaking. Otherwise what's left to flaunt ourselves as Bhutanese afterall?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">God, I really wish that these people are made to sit for some sort of Dzongkha Proficiency test or something before they actually think of contesting. That would atleast set some level though and save themselves from jabbering jargon.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I cannot in the wildest of my dreams imagine them speaking as a guest infront of our children in the schools, if for some mad cow's reason get elected.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Well folks, its really about time that we change for good. Democracy should be for a change so why not start from the contestants, shall we? </span></div>
Sonam Dorjihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10024682217696966352noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29913311367452774.post-43089514547766975852013-06-22T02:55:00.003-07:002013-06-25T06:07:20.993-07:00Piling the dirt of Politics<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">For the record, there wasn't much of any conspiracy against anyone, let alone the nagging blame game that's going on these days.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">First there were five parties and within the election onset second, one got kicked out and that too on a lame not so valid account. I was like.....What the hell? Hello.... if they were to be kicked out, why so much of those whiny request from the Election Commission to form as many parties as possible, in the first place! <i>(I know nobody would answer that) </i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Then there were four left, not to mention two couldn't even persuade the voters (mostly illiterates) for choosing the woman president. (Another socialistic undiminished discrimination against the woman)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Ultimately, the Primary round knocked out the two not so popular parties off the list for good. Now I ask, didn't anyone see that coming? I mean, they were after all fighting the loosing battle, for heaven's sake.<i> (Nyamchung style sucked more like a Gangnam style after all)</i> Oh! I cannot even force to laugh than to feel sorry for them.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Then the two already established parties are left- heading for the final general round but not with a good intention, I suppose. What happened next? Nobody could have seen it coming; HORSE TRADING! Can they do that? I mean isn't this what we call a coalition? Are the Election officials going brain dead now? Half of the civilized country men and women believe that, it's an ultimate coalition party, except for the Election officials. Wow, somebody please give them a gold medal fast!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">What followed next is no better than a complete social tyranny. Politicians plotting childish conspiracy against each other are making the headlines today.<i> (Good going GNH bureaucrats, we are getting there.)</i> </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">In search of power, <b><u>ARE WE NOT LOOSING OUR HUMANITY MY FELLOW COUNTRY MEN?</u></b></span><br />
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Sonam Dorjihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10024682217696966352noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29913311367452774.post-14201594475179889292013-06-20T02:52:00.001-07:002013-06-21T08:31:56.823-07:00Preciousness in one<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">There she stands, red as blood, dancing in solitude</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Yet glistening her natural beauty to the roaring wind</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Everyone who's ever been to Ramjar </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Digs under cover from the passing Mr. wind</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">But say whatever for she stands tall</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Defying the odds of he who tries to shy her off</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> Its no use Mr. wind</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> As she's pure as she portrays </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> One can feel her presence from yard's distance</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> For she isn't withering anytime soon</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> Oh! mother of love, isn't she beautiful?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">My mind yearns to ask; aren't you ever lonely?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">For you're all one in over field's distance</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">But I know too well without her answering</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">That it's in the solitude with which she mesmerizes onlookers</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> Nobody dares to touch her even with love</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> And who could? for she's just one</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> Even seasons seem's to be in no hurry, why?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> Oh, I forgot..... She's rose, isn't she?</span></div>
Sonam Dorjihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10024682217696966352noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29913311367452774.post-47402853922465117512013-04-21T06:52:00.000-07:002013-04-21T07:35:51.172-07:00Jack-ass me<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Well, first I received a call from an Election office (Trashiyangtse) saying that, I ought to report on 18th April at the Dzongkhag for a refresher's course, for an Election duty. Then when I finally reached there, my name wasn't on the list. What the f***k?</span><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMO1ASJSZGrAij8UHl8W_XzL4xCVMawndvNQUm1BZKfj5GsvAx9n1WBxtmjlBcnIx6QTQTOu42LFwRigedKdrxfsAILBlBX0TqGsrUCExZxofRKuWRdiGI15ZEKYXB3c6SgYAnhyphenhyphenDVAA/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMO1ASJSZGrAij8UHl8W_XzL4xCVMawndvNQUm1BZKfj5GsvAx9n1WBxtmjlBcnIx6QTQTOu42LFwRigedKdrxfsAILBlBX0TqGsrUCExZxofRKuWRdiGI15ZEKYXB3c6SgYAnhyphenhyphenDVAA/s320/images.jpg" width="111" /></a><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">At first I thought that it was one of those blunders that must have occurred, probably a typing error and they would however list my name there if I asked. But No, I was wrong. They took it like some kind of April fool prank. I mean I became a living jack-ass among some hundred civil servants up there and they freaking didn't care. Can they do that?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I had to literally walk some knee dropping ascents down the hill and hitch a ride to the Dzongkhag and for what? To become a big JACK-ASS! I don't really get it. Is this fair?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">No, I am not saying that I should have gotten an Election duty here, no I am not. But having endured so much pain and sacrificed my time, not to mention the cash invested; I really felt that I deserved a more professional and logical explanation there. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Those eerie statement still rings in my ear even now. "<b>well, no problem. Have lunch and go</b>." If it weren't for those crowd, I would have shouted like, "<b>Do you think that I have come all the way to have some freaking lunch</b>?" </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">From what I believe, they must have replaced us with some dear and near friends. But then a call would have saved all the trouble.....</span></div>
Sonam Dorjihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10024682217696966352noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29913311367452774.post-65967846823065095012013-04-04T08:11:00.003-07:002013-04-04T08:12:45.813-07:00The feeling<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">As I sit and stare at them, children taking notes; I often wonder what they might be thinking. Sometimes, I so wish to read their minds. But then, that's just if I could, really.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Each of them has a different expression and to top the confusion- their lips are always murmuring those mute sounds.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Often it feels like they are talking within themselves. And how could they not? All those activities that they get involved in all the time, must be reviving just about now and then.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The funny thing is, I can actually see myself in all of them; bit by bit which kind of completes my sinister days as a timid boy. Sitting in one of the corner with books piled up, writing on teacher's command and making faces behind teacher..... ahhh the feeling; so very fresh.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Often, its said, '<i>student's life is a golden life</i>.' Funny because it sound like an old familiar cliche, for hearing out time and again, but couldn't really understand the true meaning of it as a youngster.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Now as I stand and scribble on board with thirty-five or so children attentively following my every move; times are all different. Even the feelings are different.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Someday, they too will feel like me- I shrug and continue...... </span></div>
Sonam Dorjihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10024682217696966352noreply@blogger.com33tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29913311367452774.post-46576680575536854012013-03-21T09:40:00.002-07:002013-03-21T09:40:30.508-07:00It's about time<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Each day is a lesson, I say</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">For life is uncertain, they say</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Today's just been like yesterday</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">And tomorrow would be no better</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> How I wish, I could live care free</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> If only I had less obligations to spree</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> Oh! am tired beyond clouds my friend</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> Have I got no merry times in grand</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Those birds high up the sky</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Have got not much to cry</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Beautiful and all they witness</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">fancy and all my goodness</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> Every cloud's got a silver lining</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> Dreams of good times dawning</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> Come to me now, I pray</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> It's about time, it's about time </span></div>
Sonam Dorjihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10024682217696966352noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29913311367452774.post-12343111222423823212013-03-13T05:25:00.004-07:002013-03-13T17:56:55.909-07:00Have I still got it?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR0ubZOybVBiHdFoYthDYGCX4KvknDHN57i8h6nfiIoPI-x8GBlYiHZgowGo5IlIJQ7uuagdCOgH7m02N76FMO8SZxXBOdiuy-Az5RFgc1UjwVL2DNAZYK0iRWiW7AzXdgJqnLiCR51A/s1600/question-mark.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR0ubZOybVBiHdFoYthDYGCX4KvknDHN57i8h6nfiIoPI-x8GBlYiHZgowGo5IlIJQ7uuagdCOgH7m02N76FMO8SZxXBOdiuy-Az5RFgc1UjwVL2DNAZYK0iRWiW7AzXdgJqnLiCR51A/s200/question-mark.jpg" width="200" /></a>I haven't really written a word for a long time now.... I use to love how letters on the keyboard could do it's miracle forming words and words enrolling to become sentences. But of all, I have always fancied the sound of keys, rattling one after the other on my computer. Faster they were better I felt and better the writing became. I really miss the feeling.<br />
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May be I have been too busy caught up doing other things or may be I have lost the thing about writing. But again why is it lost? Answers are numerous yet not particular. Lack of consistency is the appropriate factor that lead to close my writing temporarily. Now no more, I say!<br />
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If there is anything I love, then it's the feeling or more appropriately the satisfaction I get after finishing a piece. I know I have lot to learn before I could actually author a book and it's going to take me a good many years. But still, I believe it isn't impossible. It's all about dedication to keep writing, I suppose....</div>
Sonam Dorjihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10024682217696966352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29913311367452774.post-89715813301159751602013-02-13T21:18:00.001-08:002013-03-21T09:45:27.921-07:00shy to leave<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
It won't be long before I bid my generous good bye to this old and dear place.<br />
The feelings are all mixed. Some of me says that I should be happy for leaving to a better place, <br />
while the other reciprocate the attachment evenly.<br />
It was all good and merry during my stay and soon will have to cherish just memories of it. <br />
Like they say, life is all about meeting and departing. Nothing is permanent. <br />
It is just a matter of time, for all I know.<br />
Rugged may be the place when new<br />
But once the calling happens<br />
Its the mind that suffers scilently, despite the body's luxuary<br />
Have I stayed too long? I wonder<br />
For it feels like yesterday that I have come<br />
Or am I leaving too soon? I doubt<br />
For the moons that I have seen plenty<br />
Then why so empty? I feel<br />
I dont know answers my mind shyly<br />
Fare well my old mates<br />
You all have hansomely made my day, when in here<br />
As the time ticks by, will cherish you loving folk's company<br />
Endlessly. So fare well<br />
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Sonam Dorjihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10024682217696966352noreply@blogger.com98tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29913311367452774.post-12755110984524987052012-12-28T00:34:00.000-08:002012-12-29T00:39:44.055-08:00Confession on my New Year's Resolution<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">So in next few days- a fresh year will dawn and like always I will be making a new resolution. And before I sense it, my precious resolutions would have gone down the drain. Well that's pretty much me with keeping my New Year's resolution. Classic right?</span><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbVwVZaeBJ_Nj_8kBPzqg3c9YGpFKhjr8IUdRijkRHokZ_glJykigBiQ8akCMpLLsaRmwx5n7uAlnzkvrPkOhjOjmOEKDzVrnc-s3l9xBVqzzcHJopJE5fjeXHAgzHiLFil4swiLlmpQ/s1600/New-Years-Resolution.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="192" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbVwVZaeBJ_Nj_8kBPzqg3c9YGpFKhjr8IUdRijkRHokZ_glJykigBiQ8akCMpLLsaRmwx5n7uAlnzkvrPkOhjOjmOEKDzVrnc-s3l9xBVqzzcHJopJE5fjeXHAgzHiLFil4swiLlmpQ/s320/New-Years-Resolution.jpg" width="320" /></a><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I sometimes wonder whether I am the only one left on this face of the earth, who is failing to keep resolution after resolution. Well I try hard to keep up with my word but just can't sustain it. Or may be am not trying real hard.<i> (Gosh I should be awarded a gold for my clumsiness if you understand what I am saying) </i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Last year I have made a resolution to jog one mile everyday to flatten my tummy. Well I did fine for few weeks and then my schedule started to fall back. And within a month I had completely stopped it. So am little suspicious of my new resolution this year.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">CONFESSION: In last 10 years time frame, I have made 10 different resolutions and can foolishly say that I have failed nine of them miserably. Yup, just 1 out of 10! Don't judge me but that's how I roll people. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Now many of you might be in a hurry to know which one I got hold of, right? So it was in the year 2009, that I promised to keep my resolution as <b>reading one book every month. </b>That I nailed it. Infact I am still continuing even today. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I guess, a key to succeed in keeping one's resolution is to, remember and set what one likes most as a resolution. Otherwise its just a lie over a beer to our friends and loved ones. So yes am thinking of a passionate resolution for 2013. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Happy New Year to all the readers!</span></div>
Sonam Dorjihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10024682217696966352noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29913311367452774.post-37370976551968061702012-12-14T00:00:00.000-08:002012-12-27T09:08:14.933-08:00Failure is not the end my friend<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Well, I am a teacher and I make mistake sometimes. The fact of the matter is; we all do. But despite all that, if I allow a major failure now, the consequences can be severe repercussions for my children.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Therefore it is very important for me to understand both- my strengths and limitations. I must know under which circumstances I am likely to fail and also should know where to seek some helping hands.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">This little consciousnesses got better of me especially now, because of all the mistakes that I have committed during my age of adolescence. So thanks to that stage, for today I can stair around when obstacles block my path.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Adolescence is the time where we can test our limits, and it is through this precious testing, that we can understand our strengths and weaknesses.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Learning to deal with mistakes helps us prepare for the realities of the world where things don't always turn out as planned, even if we try really hard.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">As a teacher, I can see so many students trying to avoid failures and mistakes at all cost. Their stakes are very high. They don't want to disappoint their parents for their parents expect best from them. They are made to believe that failing can devastate their aspirations in life. (kind of programmed mindset) </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">So I ask, well not anyone but myself- if they (children) can't commit mistakes now then when?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Well, I believe that, adolescence is the time which offers rooms for colossal failures and push their limits, despite of failing or success thing.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">It is through failures that one can learn to navigate adversity successfully. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">If there is anybody whose believes crosses mine then take a time to answer the following questions:</span></div>
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<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">When will they understand their limitations ?</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">How and when will they learn to seek help?</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">How would they know to push their boundaries in order to unleash their creativity? </span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">When will they learn that greatest of the innovations are discovered through countless failures? </span></li>
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Sonam Dorjihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10024682217696966352noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29913311367452774.post-6179846626791521282012-12-04T08:30:00.000-08:002012-12-03T19:49:31.355-08:00Peaceful thinking<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">It is certain that when people do well to us, we do the same goodness to them, but how about when people do wrong or bad to us?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">There are times when we get hurt, betrayed, left out in either small or grand way. when such kind of downers happens to us, the stimuli are broken- hearted, maimed emotionally or untimely depression.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Then the retrospect dawns on us to hurt back or punish in the same way they have proposed. As learning-to-be-perfect-being, these feelings and impulses are quite normal. But there is always a question; what happens if we get caught up in a reaction and go overboard? Well, I suppose, this is because of the release and satisfaction which makes us think- we are justified.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">And the other person overreact too; in vicious cycle. So these unsettling dusts of chaos linger on. It imposes a harder situation to sort out in sensible way.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">As Buddha said long ago, "Getting angry with another person is like throwing a hot coal with bare hand; both the parties get burned." Also as Gandhi said, "An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The bottom line of this self-judged argument is, no matter whatever the situations and reasons be, if we learn to accept others just as they are and most importantly ourselves as just 'US', there wont be this so called REVENGE THING! But just have to remember, No superficial characters, no nothing- just 'US'</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">This is because when we find peace within our self, not out there in others, our social judgement builds up in more positive way, leading to focus more on good things, which we can let go peacefully. So no eye-eye-thing.</span><br />
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Sonam Dorjihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10024682217696966352noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29913311367452774.post-22124198775787376272012-11-27T08:27:00.002-08:002012-11-28T19:01:42.333-08:00Anti-social disease (Gossiping)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">There is this one thing that all of us are doing most of the time. And the thing is - to talk about other people. And that too in derogatory way behind their backs to maim them of their actual image. But why?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I guess the gossiping keeps us connected and also when we gossip about other's shortcomings, we feel better of ourselves. well that's how we feel but is that so?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Absolutely NOT! The more we gossip of others, the more inferior we reflect of our own character. Our weakness of not being able to handle other's good and bad draws our unnecessary attention to gossip, which is totally bad both morally and ethically.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Societies are divided due to this anti-social disease. The act of gossiping is so addictive; catching almost everyone in a snowballing effect.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Truthfully reporting to others the immoral and depraved behavior may indeed be essential. But if we aren't careful to contain our judgement to maintain a compassionate stance towards the person about whom we speak- we risk of being slandered ourselves.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">We have a saying in Bhutanese custom which goes, 'Never share filth when in harmony for one cannot repent later in clash.'</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Hence giving second thought before talking about others behind their back. After all great talkers are never great doers.</span><br />
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Sonam Dorjihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10024682217696966352noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29913311367452774.post-82606205718138810412012-11-25T07:17:00.001-08:002012-11-26T07:30:04.283-08:00Keeping thoughts within ourselves<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">There are times when we feel like we could give in some share of our opinions to friends, families or colleagues. It is during such times that people get offended without any prior intention.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The random opinions or comments could be like; friend having to to improve his working habit, families having to demand less, wife's sincerity to clean house etc.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">We want to let these people know the truth but somehow it goes all wrong. So we are left wondering whether it was them for not being able to take in the truth or us for not being able to put in proper passive words. Well, Our intention could be real kind but quite often- it goes all downhill.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">So it is therefore best to be silent. Just by keeping our share of thoughts within ourselves saves the day of putting up an argument with others on an unfaithful day.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">On the second thought, I guess we can share some subtle hints without having to bluntly honest and hope that they could improve from there. But these aren't in our option, many a time.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">As a social being, we work everyday tirelessly to keep our relation on steady speed. That's why, most of the time we avoid sharing truth face to face which could cause embarrassment to our peers.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">On the lighter side with the brighter people, it is lot better to tell nothing but truth. Well they retort back but take in our comments much wisely. Kind of win-win situation.</span></div>
Sonam Dorjihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10024682217696966352noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29913311367452774.post-39138250385299768882012-11-24T01:00:00.000-08:002012-11-23T20:29:48.520-08:00Judging the book by its cover!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;">There is an old adage that says, 'Don't judge the book by its cover.' But seriously, how true is this statement? How far is it correct? Does it really apply? Well, that's a lot of questions there but valid, I suppose!</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;">Sometimes, I believe, we can judge book by its cover and the reason is because appearance predicts behavior in unanticipated ways. This connection between looks and personality factor is just like a chicken-or-egg puzzle. And most bizarrely, we can play out on every face we meet.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;">Through the time, whenever we meet with new people- the capability to quickly extract information from faces has given us an edge in predicting personality and behavior. With this we can discern who's sick, whom to trust, who's </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 17.77777862548828px;">intelligent,</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;"> who's tidy, sexy, </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 17.77777862548828px;">beautiful</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;"> caring, warm, kind or who might con us at the very </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 17.77777862548828px;">instant. Our looks complete us.</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;">A person with a glass is presumed to be </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 17.77777862548828px;">intelligent, girl with a long hair to be beautiful fat person to be lazy and slow and the illustrations and the foreseen character builds on.</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;"> </span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;">Many a time, we look at other's face and glean one or two critical cues from it, often without much conscious of knowing how.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;">This trend of snap judging from the faces may not be sincerely accurate, but still, when at the moment where danger's looming across- it does a magic. Don't believe me? Wait for your turn.</span><br />
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Sonam Dorjihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10024682217696966352noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29913311367452774.post-67748393541812609882012-11-20T20:03:00.004-08:002012-11-20T21:02:03.279-08:00Why aren't we celebrating ?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">It has been quite sometime that I pondered my share of thought over so called "<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thanksgiving" target="_blank">Thanks Giving Day</a>", which is celebrated mostly in the west. From what I understand, the day is celebrated to express one's gratitude towards their loved ones. This particular tradition or the trend has somehow poked my mind to express my thought.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">So I wonder, why don't we, (Bhutanese) have such a fine celebration? I mean, wouldn't it be nice to sit around with your families and friends over a fine dinner and express our share of THANKS to who ever has been good on us? It definitely would, for sure.</span><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX-c9kneoD-97jSHdoQG0fhIixXrianvqzxMI006yJzh7alPy-Xnn_JhgQ5Vujuu0PFK8T5DnhciUsox7hXyZXuBJgG7_d8_mHcMtSsr5hzfRI7-2JsNHwdb-gkUixrwp9JSXZIGidig/s1600/NEW0001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX-c9kneoD-97jSHdoQG0fhIixXrianvqzxMI006yJzh7alPy-Xnn_JhgQ5Vujuu0PFK8T5DnhciUsox7hXyZXuBJgG7_d8_mHcMtSsr5hzfRI7-2JsNHwdb-gkUixrwp9JSXZIGidig/s320/NEW0001.jpg" width="320" /></span></a><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">We do have so many other celebrations over so many random occasions, but not a day to lighten up and say thanks. And for some mad donkey's reason, I don't get it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Often we feel like, we are living in a pretty crappy world where things are more than often scandalous. Streets and dark alleys are most of the time filled with crazy people, ready to mob anybody they see. Or may be our own candidate didn't win or worse- we hate our job. So you see these are some shitty things that drones us most of the times.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">As it turns out, we have all sorts of emotional distress in our day to day life. Now, I ask again, Should we have a day, which is officially kept, so as to celebrate the gratitude expression day, to make our hassling life little beautiful? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Everyone of us like to feel, physically and emotionally good. But on the larger level, as a considerate social being, we yearn for acceptance and attention from our loved ones, many a time. It is also no wonder, that relations grow better with APPRECIATION, so why not celebrate, THANKS GIVING! </span></div>
Sonam Dorjihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10024682217696966352noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29913311367452774.post-25995691479807938732012-11-19T01:10:00.002-08:002012-11-19T23:06:54.128-08:00On a serious note <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKSTNBsfVq2zMOSCTqtXWTovy4clAEuv1EM62vYulkJbcZjCrUvuquUvdvADE-bvQ5u1Kbsb5yYCneSj_kBghdh8JDrXaf02mzfSfHoCeLsBK73EFL7fYJ7FWvay3MkmzK4vnLqx9Jdg/s1600/Living-for-a-Cause-470x390.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="165" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKSTNBsfVq2zMOSCTqtXWTovy4clAEuv1EM62vYulkJbcZjCrUvuquUvdvADE-bvQ5u1Kbsb5yYCneSj_kBghdh8JDrXaf02mzfSfHoCeLsBK73EFL7fYJ7FWvay3MkmzK4vnLqx9Jdg/s200/Living-for-a-Cause-470x390.jpg" width="200" /></a><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;">Many of us feel that we are fortunate to have three meals a day and warm cloths to cover our body but there are many people out there who aren't so fortunate like the rest of us. Of- course we say that we are sorry for them and wish to do something to alleviate their hardship but like always- we end up doing nothing substantial.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;">May be we are not so serious about this after all.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;">On a serious note, I believe that we are living a fake life especially when we are all BUDDHIST!</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;">Having brought up in a society that has taught us to see GOD in every living matter, there is no rarity of seeing few people, who are willing to do their mite for the happiness of fellow human- being. Now the question here is, why so less of these wonderful people?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 17.77777862548828px;">One can see people petting most expensive of the pets to share their comfort. These so called pets gets to enjoy the luxurious of the life there is, when the same of our fellow beings are living mostly with half filled stomach.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 17.77777862548828px;">So those generous folks who wishes nothing but mere happiness of others through small deeds live in a modest of the houses with minimum comfort but have a heart of a GOLD.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 17.77777862548828px;">Yes these godly beings are ordinary ones like me and you but their willingness of giving makes them extra-ordinary than us.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 17.77777862548828px;">They derive happiness from doing small impeccable deeds for other's well-being. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 17.77777862548828px;">As a Buddhist, we believe in praying for the well-being of all the sentient beings. With little more effort, if we can convert our prayers to an action, life would be all worth living. </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 17.77777862548828px;">Living for a cause, I suppose! </span></span><br />
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Sonam Dorjihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10024682217696966352noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29913311367452774.post-62511075647885457192012-11-15T19:57:00.005-08:002012-11-15T19:57:38.369-08:00Being Chased<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Dema sat on the veranda of her aunt’s house with her rag doll on her lap. The
afternoon sun pierced through the giant banyan tree and casted its dying shadow
on her aunt’s small wooden cabin. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Calligraph421 BT';">She
was waiting for her mother. Her mother however was engaged in a deep
conversation with her sister inside the cabin.
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<span style="font-family: 'Calligraph421 BT';">‘Why
don’t you spend the night here?’ protests her aunt. ‘Oh we will be fine,’
replied her mother. ‘Anyhow, her father will be expecting us there by dinner.’ <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Calligraph421 BT';">The
good bye bidding inside broke her musing and stood up to leave with her mother.
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<span style="font-family: 'Calligraph421 BT';">They
have come to her aunt’s house to reach her finished woven kira (dress). The distance was a half days walk from her
aunt’s house to theirs’.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Calligraph421 BT';">Get
your shawl Dema. When the sun goes down, it gets awfully chilly because of the
winter wind.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Calligraph421 BT';">As
they prepare to leave, her aunt handed them a fire torch to use on the way when
it get dark. Dema secured her shawl on her shoulders and tossing one side
around and over again, picked up the torch, which was already lit. Holding on
her right hand, the pair proceeded with the trek back home.</span><span style="font-family: 'Calligraph421 BT'; font-size: 18pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Calligraph421 BT';">Their
way wound around the mountains and through the valley with two wooden bridges
to cross. Once on the bridge, her mother started telling her story about a far
away town. The little girl loved hearing her mother’s stories of all the big
cities far away. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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the half of their journey, it was already getting dark. Dema feared darkness
but her mother’s soothing voice calmed her fears. A hoot owl's mournful cry
floated out of the encroaching darkness and Dema tightened her grip on her
mother's hand.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Calligraph421 BT';"> Finally, night enveloped the landscape fully,
and all that could be seen was the shimmering glow of their torch and the
shadow of the figures behind it. It was a moonless night, and the faint glow of
a few stars faded in between the moving clouds. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Calligraph421 BT';"> ‘Mother, it's so scary in the dark. Will God
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<span style="font-family: 'Calligraph421 BT';">‘Yes
Dema, just chant your Ba Dza Guru (mantra). Nothing will happen to us.’</span><span style="font-family: 'Calligraph421 BT'; font-size: 18pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<a href="" name="3"></a><span style="font-family: 'Calligraph421 BT';">While contemplating her mother's advice, Dema was distracted by a
sound. The sound came from the direction they had traveled from, and the girl's
eyes peered into the ink like darkness. It was very faint, but unlike the other
noises she had grown used to along the way.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 9.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Calligraph421 BT'; font-size: 9.5pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: 'Calligraph421 BT';">‘Mother, do you hear that?’</span><span style="font-family: 'Calligraph421 BT';"> </span><span style="font-family: 'Calligraph421 BT';"> ‘Hear what child?’</span><span style="font-family: 'Calligraph421 BT';"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Calligraph421 BT';"> Dema moved closer to her mother and said, ‘somebody
else is coming!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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mother gives a comforting hug and replied, ‘You’re just imagining things Dema.’
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Calligraph421 BT';">After
walking some distance, the sound that had unnerved the little girl began again.
This time the steps were more distinct and lot closer. The heavy boot echoed in
the dark.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Calligraph421 BT';">Again
her mother gives her a promising assurance and walks with faster pace. Dema
secured the grip on her mother’s hand and holds her doll closer. The crickets
kept filling the darkness.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Calligraph421 BT';">Look
Dema, it’s the last bend. After that bend, we will be home. But the sound was getting even closer. Dema
felt like the stranger was catching on them. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Calligraph421 BT';">Amidst
the total fear, her mother started chanting prayer loudly to keep up the
child’s spirit. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Calligraph421 BT';">Just
around the last bend, they saw their father coming towards them. So Dema felt
relieved. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Calligraph421 BT';">Her
father lifted her and carried her rest of the way home. Once inside the house,
Dema went straight to the bed skipping dinner. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Calligraph421 BT';">Just
before closing her eyes, her mother’s voice rang in her ear. ‘I heard the steps
back there. I told lie because I didn’t want to scare Dema. I kept chanting
prayers but on the last bend, I saw a figure of a man without head. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Sonam Dorjihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10024682217696966352noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29913311367452774.post-74178106615531335692012-11-13T23:21:00.002-08:002012-11-15T19:21:30.087-08:00Agonizing pain for being alone. <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; line-height: 115%;">Karma is visiting his wife in the hospital. It has become somehow
like a routine for him to come to the hospital, to see his darling wife, every
other day.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; line-height: 115%;">‘How are you feeling today?’ he asks, settling near her bed.
Wangmo had been admitted to the hospital, a month ago. ‘Am fine’, answers
Wangmo. She has become painfully yellow compared to last few days. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; line-height: 115%;">She stretches her feeble hand towards Karma and holds his hand.
‘You look tired,’ says Karma. ‘Are you sleeping well?’ <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; line-height: 115%;">‘Oh I was little restless yesterday.’ Wangmo doesn’t talk about the excruciating
pain her body’s enduring all the time: she doesn’t want her husband to worry. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; line-height: 115%;">‘Any word from Tashi?’ she asks.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; line-height: 115%;">Karma shakes his head without looking at her. She turns her head
towards the wall. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; line-height: 115%;">Tashi, their eldest son, works as a teacher at Mongar. He has left
home after getting a job and has never come home. So their son has become just a name. But
despite all the unfairness droned upon them by their precious son, they have
never lost hope of seeing him. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; line-height: 115%;">Karma gazes dreamily across chattering hospital ward. The patients
lying there looks like a dead corpse so he shifts his sight towards his darling
wife. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; line-height: 115%;">‘Has the doctor come for the check up?’ karma asks his wife.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; line-height: 115%;">‘Yes, just before you came,’ answers his wife in a feeble
voice. ‘Any idea how long they will keep
you here?’<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; line-height: 115%;">Wangmo turn away and coughs into a tissue, then settles back and
takes Karma’s hand again. ‘I don’t know. I am sorry to be such a bother.’ <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; line-height: 115%;">Karma wanted to cry his heart out but holds back for the sake of
his dear wife. She never wanted to see tears on his eye. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; line-height: 115%;">Her small chest heaves under her heavy blanket. Time seems to
forget its essence here in the dead zone. The minutes pass in heated tedium. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">'This
must be very boring for you,' she says, without opening her eyes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">'Not
at all. It does me good to see you.'<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> 'It's not nice having to visit anybody in
hospital. It's so depressing.'<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> 'Nonsense.'<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Wangmo
settles her head further back against the dark pillow and braves a smile. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">‘You
should leave now, Karma. I think I might sleep for a while’ <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Karma
walks slowly outside towards the bench to get some sunlight. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">That
night Wangmo passes away in a sleep. Karma knows too well that, hence it’s all
by himself. </span><span style="font-family: Calligraph421 BT;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Sonam Dorjihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10024682217696966352noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29913311367452774.post-75876003887437400712012-11-07T19:15:00.001-08:002012-11-07T22:28:32.351-08:00Do you really need a bridge? <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: 'Calligraph421 BT'; font-size: 12pt;">Dorji and Tashi were two brothers who lived
on an adjoining farm. Everything was quite well until one day, they fell into
conflict.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Calligraph421 BT'; font-size: 12pt;">Now it was a serious rift in over 40 years of
living side by side. Up until now, they had shared everything starting from
bulls, tools and even labors without a slightest hitch.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Calligraph421 BT'; font-size: 12pt;">Then the distance started getting better of
them. It started as a small misunderstanding, which grew into massive
difference, forcing them into exchanging bitter words. Since then everything
halted into silence. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Calligraph421 BT'; font-size: 12pt;">One ordinary morning, there was a knock on
Dorji’s door. There was a carpenter, when he opened the door. ‘I am looking for
a few days work’, said the carpenter.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Calligraph421 BT'; font-size: 12pt;">“As a matter of fact, I do have a perfect job
for you. Look over there. Do you see that farm. Well that’s my neighbor, infact
it’s my brother, you see. Last week, he dug up a creek over there, which had meadow.
He did that to spite me, but I will get better of him. So you build me a 10
foot fence, so that I don’t have to look at his barn, anymore”, said Dorji.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Calligraph421 BT'; font-size: 12pt;">The carpenter didn’t say a word. He immediately
got into action.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Calligraph421 BT'; font-size: 12pt;">Dorji had to go to a town, so he left, giving
all the charges to the carpenter. The carpenter worked all day; measuring,
sawing and nailing. About sunset when Dorji returned to his farm, to his
utter surprise, he saw a bridge instead of a fence, which was neatly built and
it went right till his brother’s farm. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Calligraph421 BT'; font-size: 12pt;">As he walked to the middle of the bridge, he
saw his brother coming from the other end, with hand outstretched. “I am sorry
for making you to build this bridge”. As Dorji turned to the carpenter, he was
already hoisting his tool box to leave. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Calligraph421 BT'; font-size: 12pt;">The brothers pleaded the carpenter to stay
some more days, to which the carpenter said, “I have got many bridges to build.”
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLfV6R_FP8cqTU-s-8d8kgfEUKdNJW0enQmMeax7RUFBM5Twgtq_hZCCGl9uG_C3mJQo0crOAp9i7jzilOtNnEEb2IYfYvm5yJrxtD_KIh8x_PuM3OESkscqybl9-OPSq5gV28zfUSqQ/s1600/refresh-your-ego.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLfV6R_FP8cqTU-s-8d8kgfEUKdNJW0enQmMeax7RUFBM5Twgtq_hZCCGl9uG_C3mJQo0crOAp9i7jzilOtNnEEb2IYfYvm5yJrxtD_KIh8x_PuM3OESkscqybl9-OPSq5gV28zfUSqQ/s200/refresh-your-ego.jpg" width="200" /></a><span style="font-family: 'Calligraph421 BT'; font-size: 12pt;">Often we fall into disagreement. And we think
we are right and others are simply wrong. Here our ego is getting better of us.
So when such an unfaithful events unfurl, remember, ‘when nails grow, we cut
the nail, not the finger. Similarly when misunderstandings grow, cut your ego
not relationship.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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