The Talking Mountain

Our Thimphu Valley is teeming with populations of all kinds. It is not only one of the most loved places, but also one of the highly visited cities in Bhutan. All works of people make their visit officially or unofficially at least in their lifetime. It was not long ago, one granny whom I know very closely has visited our Capital City only to find carelessly built buildings, poorly framed drainage systems, and pitiful roads. However, we never give up talking big about "High Tourist Destination, and Carbon Negative Country." Therefore, I write to your reputed self to express my concern over Planting of Trees (greening of urban) in and around our Thimphu city. Although, I have seen you working extremely very hard for the people of the whole 20 Dzongkhags. Over the years, Thimphu has seemingly become one of the crowded places, and there is nothing much we can do now. We need to do something urgently, when the population is still manageable, and grounded, because it seems eve

Recently I had a trip to Trongsa. The ongoing DNC Bridge construction project between Zhemgang and Trongsa National Highway, which is a few kilometers away from Trongsa Town, had immensely surprised me. It feels good to see Japanese people working absolutely very hard in the land of  Drukpas  (in GNH land). Like no other people, they have a very pure heart to serve our people. Honestly, not even our professionals do this in any field.   Every time I pass across their Bridge it gives me different feelings, the massive satisfaction. Of course, I didn't know the exact number of DNC (Japanese) bridges in Bhutan, but I know most of them are fully serving its purpose. It seems we are absolutely not getting their mission, and the core motives of such grand, and aids of Japanese and the government of Japan. When shall we understand their mission, and the motives? Their Work Ethics. Their testament of quality. Their safety control at the site. Their systematic work brain power. Their wor

Born and brought up in far South of the country, Mr. Bovey Daju has long-standing story of both success and failure. Not everyone is born with Silver Spoon in the mouth. Thus, endurance is what it takes to complete one's short life. Owing to some family obstacles, he didn’t get chance to go to school for any formal education. Since, education during those time was not as easy as today. Unfortunate in many ways. However, he did not stop to keep working hard for his family. As he sits down with his favourite Doma Khamto , he narrates his rich life experiences – "Being the eldest son in a family is not easy. From an early age, he looked after many family matters which in fact, have taught him endless endurance of life. As he helped his parents raise their siblings, he knew he has to be the role model. Back home he not only looks after his younger siblings, but also looks after whole house hold activities. In fact, there are many times where he acted more than a fa