Mixed Bags Of Learning - III

The year 2020 is full of uncertainty and surprises. Never thought that we would land up in such a tight situation and international lockdowns. Never in history have we come with such unpleasant situations, not even the worst hit countries in the wars have suffered with such degree of harm and stressing moments. This is an absolutely difficult time human beings are undergoing and experiencing. Things like social distancing, good hand hygiene and wearing a facemask seemed quite unusual and tiring tasks.

 

 However, in the beginning of the year I committed to read as many books as possible. I made a promise; a thousand promises that shall keep me fit and engage wholeheartedly. I made a great start by reading a book by our local author. Perhaps, I made a great beginning. Although the book came with full of surprises and conflict, however I had a nice reading. Nevertheless, for the first time I fell in love with the Bhutanese book. The language, content and the message was very clear and quite reasonable, which glued me till the very last chapter. Nevertheless, it was worth spending Nu.300. 

 

 Now it is almost a half-year and I have already finished reading around 47 books. Some were quite thick, some sad and few as thin as 12 pages. I even didn't spare some children's books and love stories, which I did for a change and taste altogether. I even read those books that I couldn't read before. Above all, it was nice hanging out with all kinds of books. 

 

So whatever maybe the situation, I promised to continue reading not only for this year but also for the rest of my life. Reading is something that gives me great solace and at the same time calms my mind. It gives me lots of space to learn and understand my life and world around. Reading not only fascinates me but also it broadens my learning horizons. It also helps me unplug myself from the screen and other unnecessary stuff. However, with an arduous journey ahead, I still continue to read on an everyday basis. I am not doing for the sake of 10 Pages a day Reading Journey initiated by VTOB. It is beyond that point. Moreover, I always remain close to what His Majesty has once told us in his visit to ZCS of the power of lifelong reading. 

In this reading journey, I will always have a formidable memory to keep all those hard times and reading journeys. As always, I will keep my reading journey alive. Thank you VTOB for initiating such a noble move -READING!!!

 

Let me put up few of my reading list here;

1.     Turning Point by Pema Wangchuk

2.     Smash and grab by Sunanda K. Datta –Ray

3.     Gyal-Khab by Thakur S Powdyel

4.     Under the holy lake by Ken Haigh

5.     Her last wish by Ajay K Pandey

6.     So close to Heaven by Barbara Crossette

7.     The girl on the train by Paula Hawkings

8.     Goodbye to Berlin by Christopher Isherwood

9.     Seven years in Tibet by Heinrich Harrer

10.  Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte

11.  Everything I never told you by celeste NG

12.  1984 by George Orwell

13.  Sapiens by Yuval Noah Harari 

14.  21 lessons for 21^st century by Yuval Noah Harari

15.  The karate princess by Jeremy strong

 

16. Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen

 

17. Animal Farm by George Orwell

Mixed Bags Of Learning - II

"Sir, would you like to buy a bicycle?" came a raspy voice of my vice-principal.

 

Bicycle 🚲 Biiiicyccccleeeeeeeeee 🚲🚲🚲

 

I never thought of it. Not even in my forgotten dreams. However, it was a good idea to experience a new thing in life.

 

He took long to convince us on the benefits and goodness of cycling. On the other hand he cleared that all the bicycles are used by tourists. He also reassured us that it should be like a new one. "Trek Company" is famous for bicycles. He excitedly said, "it is not only cheap but also versatile, smooth, comfortable, lightweight and has an attractive design".

 

I quickly checked the "company" and "brand" on the net. I have also checked its market price, design, height and other accessories. It was appealing in design and seems sexy to give a try once. 

 

I shared my plan with my wife. To make our conversation short and easy, I told her that the company is offering at a cheaper rate and the bicycles are all in good conditions. She agreed on my choice. I thanked her in silence. 

Next day after a discussion we ordered five Trek Bikes; two "Marlin 6", one "Marlin 7" and two "xCaliber 7". The seller assured to send by bus service. After making all the deals, we made an online payment.

 

As agreed, all the five bicycles have safely reached our place. We all were excited! 

 

As I started to learn a few baby steps, some of my friends were already enjoying the full strength of their bicycle. Some of them seemed really good. I saw two of my friends flying in the air with their Marlin 7. 

I got a lot of help, support and encouragement from all my friends which made my bicycle journey easy, comfortable and lively. I didn't feel any odd. Thanks to all of my friends. Some have even supported my bicycle while I learnt to balance my body and paddling. After their help and support, I took a full charge to learn with courage and determination. I had several cuts and scratches on my legs but that did not matter much in my bicycling journey. I did it. I wanted to desperately ride beside them, perhaps, along with them. 

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First day, I almost paralyzed my butt and hands. On my second day, I could balance my body and give a few rough paddling. On my third day, I could give better body balance and give more paddling. And on the fourth day, I became quite confident and could independently ride around. I have not only slammed my legs with my pedal but also hurt my butt so much with the saddle. Indeed, my bicycling journey was initially quite crafty but very adventurous, special, unforgettable and indelible in my whole life. 

 

I still have so much to learn and sweat.

Mixed Bags Of Learning

Lately, I have been engaged with many activities. Perhaps, I am learning to stitch lots of different skills altogether –basketball, bicycling, reading, gardening, planting, cleaning, washing and even sleeping. 

 

However, above all these activities, let me share my few weeks of baby steps in basketball. While one time, I had twisted my thumb and another time I had jammed my index finger. It was horribly painful but learning was fun. 

 

It was only in my high school days that I came across this sport. Till then I have just participated in a few inter-class competitions and played a few other games, all "hum-drum". I never thought basketball needed such time and space to learn. As I grew up with the mindset that "academic" is the only means of survival. And never thought that basketball would be this attractive and fun to play and be around with the company of many friends.

 

I always grew up loving this sport. However, I have never got a chance to train myself. I never went deeper to learn the art of this sport. I realized the beauty of this sport during my late high school days, when one of my best friends got many girlfriends and admirers after the inter-class tournament. Throughout my career, I have seen the power of these games, and unite people like no other thing. There is no bar for country, region, race, gender, community, rich and poor. 

I feel sad thinking about my past school days. There wasn't anyone who encouraged and told us the importance of games and sports in life. I am learning all the way from very basic and it's something very odd and tiring at this age. It is not easy to pick up the skills required for the game. Three weeks down, and I have engaged myself seriously into this sport. Slowly I am learning to adjust myself and learning to enjoy the beauty of this sport. Thanks to the online tutorials "Youtube" for a great learning platform and inspiration. There is nothing impossible today. After going through serious practice and online tutorials, I am feeling better, confident and fit. So far I could loosen my belly size and I am expecting this trend to go -beyond. Initially, it was difficult and odd to learn very strange moves but things are improving everyday. However, despite many odds, I have learnt to live my life in a meaningful way. 

 

I practice twice in a day –1 hour each in the early morning and evening.  

 

So far I have learnt some basics in ball dribbling/handling, crossovers, jab, layups, ball balance/controlling and few faking moves. Furthermore, I have also learnt to organize good games, develop hand/finger power and study the opponents. I am still a beginner. 

 

I wish our curriculum had some chance to include a curriculum that focuses on wholesome development. 

I wish more elite (rich) could come up with a sporting academy like most of our private schools, so that our youth get more opportunities to learn and be themselves.  

I wish our curriculum would be like ZEBRA and not like CROW. Games and sports, entrepreneurship, communication skills, tech savvy, cooking, saloon and self-management are overly becoming more attractive jobs in the world today over 9-to-5 jobs. We must ignite the curiosity in learning in our young kids right from the nursery age and not when they attain 17 years or so. 

 

We don't just want our kids to fill up the gap and present themself. We need mixed bags of learning that will secure our nation. This is how we make our nation great. 

 

Three weeks of running after the ball, often twisting and turning the fingers has so far produced little that I can be proud of myself. 

Story of Aila Tshering

It was late autumn of 2014 when I first met Aila Tshering by the roadside. Thereafter, I met her several times during my bird watching expedition. 

Aila Tshering back in 2014-2017

Aila Tshering back in 2014

In a matter of a few years, she became really weak, fragile and in fact old. She is one of the elegant and attractive women I have met around the village. Back then she was strong and talkative. Now she has not only lost her weight but also became forgetful and lost her eyesight. It is equally sad to see that all her hair had turned grey. She can't remember the stories we used to share by the roadside. Perhaps, she used to be my Huckleberry Friend then. 

I used to ask questions on "Birds."

Her answers used to amuse me a lot "the number of birds have declined so much from her childhood days", but she didn't know the reason for it. 

I have shared a few importance of birds to farmers. 

 

Aila Tshering is now 78 years old. She is a tall, fair and beautiful woman with a great personality, to whom I used to share my wilderness so much.

 

However, quite early in her life, she got divorced when her late-son was not even 2 years old. Through all thick and thin, she had sailed well in life; she protected all her property. She continues to live a very independent and a strong life. However, the second phase of life came even harder when she lost her only son who was in his mid-twenties. His death appeared so shocking and at the same time heartbreaking. Since then everything collapsed but not her perseverance and acceptance of life-and-death. Despite all these sorrowfulness in her life, she continued to live each moment of her life meaningfully.

 

However, after a few years of such intense hardship of life spent all alone, the news of the death of her ex-husband shocked and aggrieved her further. Thinking of the past memories and –promises made in heaven have perhaps made her mourn for a couple of days. 

 

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This time I met Aila Tshering-My Old Huckleberry Friend in a different situation. She became very old now. 

 

Once a pretty and fit woman, but now she isn't in a position to keep herself fit and can’t even maintain her poorly built small stone house. She lost all her strength and courage but not her beauty. She does not have anyone to call her own son, daughter or husband. Her house needed a desperate repair. There are two choices -repair an old house or build a new one.

 

To give her shelter and let her happily enjoy life, Dasho Dzongda and his team decided to build a small bamboo mat house for safety reasons and limited time (as summer isn’t very far away).   

 

When I joined the team, the volunteers and DeSuups had already completed around 60 percent of the work. They have already given a promising structure of Aila Tshering's home. Our team continued the work to give a final touch. After two days of intense sweating, we could give the last touch to Aila Tshering's home and finally we could make her smile.

 

As I sat for a quick tea break, I chanced up to listen to her feelings. She already felt happy and lucky. Nevertheless, she feels the past few years have been rather quite hard since her health has deteriorated. 

 

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Her house is located a few meters below Zhemgang-Trongsa highway, which is approximately 12 km towards Trongsa from Zhemgang town. One can spot it on a gentle slope of Pam village under Trong gewog with a majestic view of Tingtibi-Trongsa highway and the East side of the famous Reotala through the little caving window of her new home. One can also have a chance to experience the fresh breeze that rises from the confluence of Wangduegangchu and the Small River that dwells through the valley. Below is the beautiful and fertile valley of Wangduegang and Nimshong village with giant black-mountain as a background, high Kango Pang mountain rises from the base of Mangdechu on the face opposite of her front door and Dangkhar village slightly uphill South. That is where Aila Tshering lives all by herself but so peacefully worshiping the local deity.

 

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Although, one of her cousins from her mother’s side is supposed to look after her legally for assuring all her property but time and situations of him did not favor all time to be by her side. They seldom meet and talk to each other. Along with him, Dasho Ama looks after her welfare. She visits on weekends with some homemade foods and other edible items like rice and cheese. She also washes her clothes and helps her bathe. 

 

I would like to thank Dasho Ama for educating her on how to use the toilet and maintain good sanitation. My gift of a SATO pan toilet was surprising but a promising one. As we finally bid goodbye we also promised to visit her sometime and help anyone like her in the Dzongkhag. It was also a great moment for all of us to help and serve such elderly people. This is how we must build a nation together. 

 

We did everything we could to make her happy, safe, secure and comfortable, like anyone of us; she deserves love, care, compassion, kindness and support from all of us. Whatever may be the fate, rich or poor; she should be remembered forever for she lived her life honestly and sincerely. I pray for her good health and longevity. 

Dzongdhag conferring white scarf to Aila Tshering
for her new house, and we welcomed her inside her new home.

 

Dasho Ama educating her on my SATO pan

Final touchline TEAM, and Dasho Dzongdhag

Photographs Of Second Royal Baby

30^th May (11.01 PM)

Long been silent for the birth of Second Royal Baby due to COVID-19 pandemic. In fact, everything is in very rattling manners – bad economic situation, business closed, education shut, public in despair, a health worker in danger and government anxious.

Deep inside of me is burning and longing to see the Kupar of the Second Royal Child. Every time I surf through my FB expecting some updates on the Royal Baby's photograph. 

For weeks, I have been engaged with the book "under the holy lake" by Canadian author, Ken Haigh, who has once worked as a high teacher around the late 1980's in the eastern region. He has described his 2 years stay in Bhutan and particularly of East so impeccably. 

It was almost 10:47 PM, I was reading through the last chapter and the last lines of his book, "…and yet for me, there is only one place: a green narrow valley in the eastern Himalayas, resting under the influence of a holy lake and an ancient tree, a place that was once my home and is no longer." 

I took the longest breath. Took a short nap. Lost in deep thinking, I thought of the past so much of what the author was trying to say and relate. Like him, I equally feel his heart through his beautifully woven travel journal of Bhutan. It is not easy after all; we all are perfectly the same human-being who do share the same feelings, and same-sized heart, although we come from different regions, have different color and belong to different races. 

After a few moments of flashback and quick nap, I switched onto my FB to update some evening news feed. As I scrolled down my FB, I came across His Majesty's Official FB page with the beautiful Kupar of the Royal Baby nicely wrapped in a beautiful silk brocade (Goetsen) warmed in the arms of the Gyaltsuen, another frame where His Majesty smiling at Royal Baby and our Gyalsay in such a adoring smile and a cheerful face, which shows the unity of the Royal Family. I gazed over the graceful Kupar of His Royal Highness for quite long. It made me smile and happy for the night. Sometimes, you spend a lifetime looking for something and never find it. At other times, that something finds you. And then it is printed forever with you. Such cute is our Royal Baby's face. I am simply lucky a thousand times!!!

Within a few seconds, as far as Australia and the US and middle east, the photographs of our Second Royal Baby filled with joyous lines and comments and best wishes for Their Majesties long life. It was such a relieving moment for all of us to have such an opportunity to see the face of His Royal Highness. Despite such a huge crisis and fear, we were pulled one step closer to unity and happiness. It is yet another milestone in the history of Bhutan. There is no moment like this in the history of ours.  Nevertheless, despite all the differences and pain there is a bond that always unites us is the humble and noble action of our Monarchs who always inspires us to live another beautiful moment of life. 

The photographs of the Royal Baby have charmed many hearts and inspired thousands of others to live every moment of their family life with love, peace and happiness. 

I join the nation in wishing Happy 30th Birth Anniversary to Her Majesty The Gyaltsuen on the 4th of June. 

Sometime, It Count –For a Price

Lately, I was engaged in unloading and re-stacking of FCBL stocks. In fact, I have never seen such a huge pile of rice and oil in my life. It was a lifetime experience. Thanks to the naughty covid19 virus. 

As I was busy with my work, I came across this brand of rice named after a sweet Dzongkha Name. It drew all my attention. It immediately threw so many questions within myself. Is it a Bhutanese product? Which Dzongkha did it? Which farm? Is it from Punakha or Tsirang or Sarpang? With so many doubts in my mind, I immediately checked the details of the rice only to find that the rice came from a very far away place, from the people of North Eastern Regions of Punjab in India. 

Then came this reply within me, the Indians are brilliant people not only in the field of science and medicine but also in re-designing and inventions. The Indians are not like the Hill people, who just eat and sleep. 

We need such polite business manners like Indian business firms do with anybody. How beautifully Bhutanese are being trapped and attracted by their brand name "Cheychum Chogjur, Cheychum Gongma" rice. According to FCBL store man, there are four different brands of rice named with very expressive and superior Dzongkha words in the market for sale at a reasonable price. Nonetheless, it says "premium Basmati" to add another value to its branding name. WOW!!!

Should we become smart and think like Indian Business mindset, we would have become better long ago. Even before, Bill Gates with his Microsoft business firm. 

Anyway, I respect the brain behind this branding name and style. Anyone can be easily hooked with this rice as it also comes at a cheaper price. I tried and it tasted good –salute for such a brilliant and a genius idea.

Thanks to all the soul involved in making this possible for the hungry mouths of the Hills, from their fertile fields into our mouths with ematadshi, our brand name still tastes good and yummy. 

Declaimer: The views expressed here are the author's own and did not intend to harm any one and any cooperation and firm. 

My King, My Hero

My King - HM Jigme Khesar Namgyel Wangchuck

Sunday, 16 May

As usual I was surfing my fb to update some burning news, I came across one of my fb friends profile pic as His Majesty's Boyhood Photograph. For a few minutes, I was lost looking at the beautiful Kupar of His Majesty. It is remarkably beautiful. It immediately became one of my favourite HM's Kupar on my phone. I grew up looking at My King but never this lovely photograph. It made my day so happy despite the distressing news of COVID19 across the globe.

So before I set to download the pic, I quickly rolled through HM's official fb page to check the pic. I couldn't find the pic. I made a guess, it must be from somewhere else. However, I couldn't stop downloading the photograph of His Majesty. Nothing has barred me from downloading the photograph and keeping it in my phone as a souvenir. It added one more collection of His Majesty's photograph in my phone. Nevertheless, I have immediately put up in my instagram page to share my happiness and joyous moments and finally into my blog. I am putting up a blog post to remember the day, to feel this day, to get back into such a happy moment, to keep My King close to my heart and also to remember the hard days the world is facing. 

It is one of the most beautiful Kupar of His Majesty I have ever seen –handsome! (no adjective is enough to express my feeling)

The pic speaks that as a little boy, His Majesty seems so caring and a great human-being, mindful and visionary, genuine and selfless leader, someone who could be trusted and relied upon from thousands of miles, is my King and he is my Hero. 

I always look upon My King as a Role Model. An idol. the North Star. True and very genuine soul, for which I always draw inspiration when I go low. I draw solace to move on with life when I go out off the tract. His Majesty always gives me a hope to live one more beautiful moment of my life. 

I feel blessed and lucky million times to be born in this country under such a leader, a visionary King, who loves his people and country more than his own life, such as My King and he is My Hero!

My affection, admiration and respect for My King would never be less, even at the cost of my own life, even at the last phase of my life, I would still be loving My King who has sacrificed his life for the people and the country. 

As always, I am proud of My King, My Handsome King, who have been a very farsighted and inspiring leader. My King is a World Leader, the Most Handsome King of the world who always gives unfailing love and protection to his people that makes him something very special and the world must learn from My Great King!

This is what keeps me moving and brings me one step closer to My King, "we must always stand united in spirit and purpose, we must always be one nation with one common goal".