The Talking Mountain

A book called a great teacher. Also a start of my life journey is something I have long been waiting to share. I will tell you how my first Dzongkha lesson has changed me. I was enrolled in school on 10 th march 1996, my first day in school. I will never forget the year I have started my education journey because it has given me my entire transformation of life. Today I could recall my bygone days learning of all the subjects and more importantly my life’s first dzongkha period and my Lopen. Dzongkha was the first subject I have ever learned in school as a formal student. My Dzongkha Lopen taught me all the alphabet and a number. More importantly he taught how to correctly spell my own name first in Dzongkha. After he had done I have practiced until I have perfected because next day I have to write it in front of him without looking in the book. Indeed, those days writing of my own name has really troubled me and became a fashion for me. Today also I could vividly remembered on ...

long is a night to him, who is awake; Long is a mile to him, who is tired; And long is a life to the foolish. Please! do not say me I'm trying to be so clever regarding survival. Everyone loves their teachers as wisdom begins from the teachers and more importantly skills for living. They're the North Star, idol and life’s best trusted references.   It is not right to think I love my own children but not other’s children. I’m a Buddhist so I love Buddhist but not other religions.  I’ll be nice to human beings but not to animals. To love and help only those of our own race, religion, country and gander is to limit the outer world. So, these are some of the important values taught by the teachers. In this world I've acquire a cheerful living and independent life because my teachers are the main poles behind my existence. Since,  they've  taught and acquire my life. They've taught me about the equality of self and others. It is not wise to think I...

Dear G-ME                                                                                Date: 15th March, 2004 Please don’t misunderstand me. I am here to tell you the truth of myself. I am left with no other option than to confess you truly. Now I think I have to open up myself to you otherwise it will be too late. Somewhere around and without any face left you to be recognized I felt in love with you so dearly. I think you didn’t dream someone around you silently holds a breath for you. Then I hope it would be a surprise. But, I don’t know whether if you have of that kind or I am mistaken in falling LOVE with you. Just some feelings keep on reminding me of you deep into my heart. It’s like a wish to be someone dear to you. Till now I understood the beats of my heart and did all t...

I still remember those days clear, bright and light; Those are the best days I've ever had in my existence. I’ve changed a lot, in fact completely With all the binding of life; Those are the days I’ve spent playing marbles. The year 1996 was the last time, I still remember how I used to play? Those are the days I’d lost countless pencils and more. The year 1999 was the last time, I’d a worst beating by mom; Those are the days I’d forgotten beating just by cry. My changes was like a caterpillar to a attractive butterfly; Those’re the days I’d tension free life.

It was through the dark hours of the winter, As soon as the head fell upon my pillow; The sound snoring sleep overruled the time, And, the long night was just like few seconds. It was frosty Monday, the 15 th of March, It was a full bright day and was cold; The clear beauty of Paro valley was seen, Yes, I shall be brief, and very brief indeed. All felt unspoken for a while with no words, None of them seemed to have anything to share. Before I could get any reasonable responses, I am gone from their company for good sake. Indeed, I was excited, very excited to explore; I dressed up in usual, fresh and full; My sweet friend, please listen to me, I'll not rest until I see the college door. It was quarter to eight, I said with confusion, By now all are making themselves ready. We were to follow senior's footsteps, With my friends and nameless faces we started to move.  As the days passed, I learnt to live with the life. Look how magn...

Of late, when you see me alone sitting Ignoring all the works of life. With wide eyes searching. Don't judge my steps because you are not me You don't know my uniqueness. My way of life is match-less. A choice which is precious.  and that is called my life.