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Friday, March 24, 2017

Endless Rays of Blessings From Lord Jampelyang

Today along with rows of students I prayed “OM AAH RAPATSA NADHI” fervently to the Lord Jampelyang and it was an enlightening minutes to see the plants flowering. Spring welcoming the colors. Sun shining; wind blowing gently around the land. Mind is quite in the Spontaneous presence of my being.

For my past Schooling days, I don’t remember experiencing such joy from the School.However, my daily inspiration is outsourced from the guidance and blessings from lord Jampelyang.

Seeing the Pelyangphodrang standing majestically in School is enough to take me back to my learning story in the School. It has been a nuxes of devotion I felt for after looking around the school corners and sizes of the rooms. More than a decade I have been praying to make some sense to my lord. Yet it was a big achievement I take from my schooling days from the Spiritual Point of view.

Bhutanese children integrating the Varjanyana Buddhism is a very life time golden opportunity. Of course there the core of curriculum setting range from the foreign ideas to our tradition settings but chanting of the praise’s prayer to the Lord is quite unique story of our successful schoolings.

Lord Jampelyang is guiding us every time. Our works in educating the heart and mind of students come from the wisdom minds of the Lord. Every sound, every word, is the very manifestations of the Lord Jampelyang. Such is the Blessings in the learning and understanding the World.

Recently, I screened the Documentary film by Khentse Norbu on “Finding Manjushree’ to my Class eight students in one of the classes. I downloaded the film from you- tube.

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The Story is about Lodro who struggles to meet the lord Manjushri in Person. Lodro is a Tibetan monk studying in one of the Temple in India. He is a bright as always want to prove the best out of best. Somewhere in his learning, he reads that people will meet Jetsen Jampelying in person if they visit to the mount WUTAISHEN.

Every day he dreams of reaching the mount WUTAISHEN and he keeps on asking permission from the lama to reach there. Upon his everyday wishes, lama grants him to go on pilgrimage to China.

Lodro, having journeyed on top of mount WUITASHAIN he couldn’t see the lord but totally defeats by the snowflakes and the rains. Sadly, he does not see the Lord. Upon his return from the China, he sees many dreams. The dream is very enough to knock the Presence of Lord Jampelyang everywhere. In one o dream he meets the precious Horse and reads the letter handed by one of the man in hostel that he had stayed. Excitedly he goes back to his monastery

Apparently the lama in the Monastery that he has been studying was an emanation of Lord.

Final message from the Lodro’s trip is Lord Jampelying is residing everywhere in the minds of all being unless you seek with the power of devotion.

After watching the video, my Students were started to fall in love with the lord Jampelyang, their devotion and the faith are rooted in their mindstream. May they become the Child of Lord!

To spell KA and KHA is big blessings in my learning world. Similarly, all the Bhutanese children did get the equal share of the blessings from the lord. Whatever achievements I have made so far shall be credited to the lord.
Once again going back to the place where bell is ringing to sense the presence of lord and seeing the statue of Lord Jampelyang is a stock of blessing for my life.

From Lock and Key diary.

Thursday, March 16, 2017

My Word In Seeing The Truth:

Warning Sign on Electric Poles

Danger sign that we see on electric poles and machines doesn’t serve its purpose to Human. Instead danger sign has to be placed to few human beings who wear the mask in deceiving the self and people, harming the nature and leading the people wrongly. Electric poles never kill a man unless we mishandle it!

What a shame if Bhutanese doesn’t know what is “THAADAMTSE and LAYJUMDRE” not simply put the theory to the outside world as ones identity.

This danger sign for man is needed in this period of time. We don’t have time to investigate the corrupted man in the nation. We don’t have the lab to test the human beings. How harmonious it would be with others if we were made to wear it.

Societal problem arises because we don’t have such Warning Sign tag for us. We are well aware of the threat posed by the electric poles and the ATOM bomb; but man is found more dangerous than the poles and machines.

The very goodness of human is run by the qualities like appreciations, trust and understanding, love,morality, respect but only rarity are found of valuing it.

Few man of ours need to be run by this danger sign name tags because human are so aggressive against nature. Throughout history, man has found the way to greater exploitation of the Mother Nature. Trees, birds and animals must be scared to see you equipped with powered chain, giant excavator, and bomb to destroy them.

Good Human doesn’t require the ratings and tags for identifications. They are known by actions and the way they deal the world.Few humans are real demon because they threat the whole universe with hatred, suspicion, injustice, dishonesty etc.
I would ran manufacturing Company to produce the tag written as danger with crossed sign and let deserving ones wear the tag, so that other easily avoid them the moment you see with sign on their neck because you don’t go near electric poles to avoid the danger. This business will hit the market at this age.

If you are getting stumble in the fog of those dreadful diseases like, everyday wisdom of living will be lost gradually. More than the wrathful Guru Dorji Drolley and Denagchuk are not going to work beside the Educations. WARNING SIGN WILL.

Tuesday, March 7, 2017

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My Word In Seeing The Truth:

‘Cheers’ is not in Bhutanese Drinking Culture

Disclaimer: I am neither a right person nor a social critic to write on Culture settings of ours. However, Culture is subjective and works on the relative level of individuals. I feel the need to write my little observation in the change of drinking habits over time. The little gesture of word “KUZUZANGPO LA” is enough to win the heart of foreigners, “CHEERS “is same with Bhutanese to them. Therefore, I wrote on behave of those who are likely to fall in the menace of recently picked up drinking Culture.

In the practice of promoting and reforming our culture, we Bhutanese have got a fair share to bark and spark the discussion whenever cultural aspects come into matters. Because we take too much pride in those practices and we have got preservative genes coming to cultural adoptions. That’s a Bhutanese way of doing!

Ironically, Bhutanese’s wants to regulate the rules on Tobacco consumption and accept drinking as big culture practices, besides knowing the pain of your liver and depreciating economy, still we want to get along the habits.

Visiting Shops and Bar on free hours, hearing the unheard voices that were floating inside alcoholic scented rooms ; words, laughter, quarrels taking roots from self-aggression to self-gratifyingly talk of the day among few heads and mouth . I visit to those bars besides risking myself to fall in prey of temptations. Or later I join them in the discussions.

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Many a times I have met an admirable drinker, and I don’t know how consciously they drink better than an act with liquor. I saw some really never know the origin of clinking cups, or know what really it is meant for. For few adore the acts than getting the real taste of the drink.

However, many like imitating the preliminary test of the drink “Cheers”. Before, knowing the stranger and become an abusive drinking friend in the area, the idea of cheers works a lot. So, stranger like joining the crowds accidentally. WOW! A cheer is must here! Later it is picked into habit to that of Pavlov‘s dog experiments, so conditioned to the sound and cups. This act has been so romantic and it’s robbing all the Bhutanese heart to drinking culture.

I was surprised to see my little brother who is just two year old wants to produce the “clinking” sound from the glass with his mother. He wanted to toss it and take a sip from the cup. It’s obvious that he picked from family drinking practices or from visiting to the Bars.

In my experience of watching those drinking rituals, I haven’t seen my Grandfather “Clink” his cup with his Grandmother. Of course, I have seen as tradition embracing the practice of host always drinking a drop first to test the nature of the drink.

I don’t have to be judgmental in any case for the person who drinks, but the problem is with this theory of “Cheers” that is propagating among youth. Little sound from glass and word cheers doesn’t suits in front of innocent eyes.It is inviting our young heart to pick up the habits. The sound of the clinking cups, colorful liquid in a glass is so appealing to opt for liquid than a healthy food.

Now it’s a big question to those cultural sycophants that your timely bark is needed here to take notice of those small acts that are ridiculously practiced and promoted at homes, restaurants, social gatherings and Bars. Not only point your fingers to the way your son has brushed the hairs or painted eyes of your daughters. “Cheers” too doesn’t become an acceptable part of Bhutanese drinking habits.

This Small act of western origin is going to inherit the coming generations too.

If we really take the pride as a custodian of rich Cultures, is this act acceptable and doable in our cultural settings?

Finally if you feel that “Cheers” is must in promoting your drinking habits and want to give this gift to younger generations of ours from you, the choice is yours!. Better, Chant long Marchang Prayer if you really want to bolster the blessings of your drinking rituals, it may be called as a true Drukpa’s way of drinking. So our youth may also get bored in reciting a long chants and give up the drinking Habit. And foreigner may also join you to sponsor you a drink.

Declarations: Never intent to demean anyone. “MY voice is my concern.”

From lock and key diary.

Tuesday, February 28, 2017

The First Holy Drop Of Rain
Gonpasingma received the sacred drop from the heavenly downpours on 20th Febuary,Monday afternoon,meeting of all the ausipiciousness to mark the Joyous occasion of The Birth Anniversary of 5th Druk Gyalpo Jigme Khesar Namgyal Wangchuk." MEWAANG CHOG KUTSE RINGWAA SHOO." I Offer my heartfelt Tashi Delek to the King,country and people in rededicating my service to the TSA-WAA-SUM.
Winter sun is closing its glory yet no snow on the faring distanced mountain tops. Only a bare winds blowing lonely in place,against the hope of timely rain could be felt.
The clouds were cursed for bringing only cold and not making rain in time.
On that day, waking up from the bed briskly and looking out through the window never promised my day to"A good day."
However,little rising and eyeing over the vast blue sky bestowed me glamour of hope for the day. The sky was completely dark.I could expect some rain in the later hours. In the meantime,my heart was desperately searching for heat because sun completely refused to smile for a while in the place.
A place like GONPASINGMA well known for" The drinking water shortage" is on maximum joy to receive the first drop of rain as great blessings.
A land where the main source of income for villagers were in the sale of potatoes, this sacred drop is a must to wake up the dormant seed in the fields.
The first downpour has been the blessing to water source, water tank,field,land and dying earth worm and plants.
If you happen to see the water tank in every house hold,it was on the point of collasping,for your surprise you will see no mosses or lichen unlike other water tanks.Pipe lines were just a bleak history that celebrates no success of its service to the people.
Forget about washing clothes,maintaining toilet or taking a regular baths were impossible when drop of water becomes like earning a dollar.in the place. All most the very survival is dictated by this scarcity because People become unfriendly and unjust in the name of water distribution.
Government's project in outsourcing the plentiful drinking water supply called" KHOONMARI" remained as a distant dream for people. It has failed for many days. Of-course there was nationwide news on BBS informing the people that it has benefited the people of Zobel Geowog.
Many Staff who resides.in Gonpasingma school vicinity were adjusting time in carrying water from the school kitchen.Beside lesson planing and meeting the other school related works, carrying a Jerry Can or two can be seen regularly.
Perhaps, aforementioned lines can be treated as a part of struggle in Gonpa if you really like it to call.
Facing the drinking water shortage in a place is blessing in the disguise. The scarcity has resulted in treating the water as sacred in every drop. People never mistreat and misuse the water. They have realized the importance of water. Thus, I feel making of offerings in the shrine will equalize the worth of offering a gold for virtuous act.
Many would be sleeping in the early hours of the day but seeing my colleagues carrying the water filled Jerry can prick me the hard work of the day.The act substituted the morning exercise to control bulging stomach of-course its been a harsh for the farmers who toiled hard to meet the family needs.
I feel school technician(plumber) is in great relief in harvesting the rain. He struggles a lot in managing the water to students. His service exempted the students in carrying water to the school unlike the past students.
Many passed-out students from this school narrates the story of their pain in carrying 5litres Jerry Can as a school goers.
The first drop of rain is a wish-fulfilling Jewel to light the water shortage in the place.
On that day,Sun was into the making of rain and I sensed the Sky was Sunless. I Jokingly asked my friends to give back my sun. They laughed and said" Sun is resting for a while to let rain wet the land."From lock and key diary.

Monday, February 6, 2017

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Friday, November 25, 2016

Traveling experience in Border roads

Traveling is a great experience for all of us. A reason why traveling is must means there is learning on life, culture and traditions, at the same time it is a big fun. But all the time traveling experience doesn’t become a worthy of remembrance.

If you happen to travel from Samdrup Jonkhar crossing two boarders of Assam and Bengal to reach Phuntsholing or vice versa, it’s going to be different experience for you.

The moment you enter the Samdrup Jonkhar exit gate to Phuntsholing entrance gate, the fears will struck you down to enjoy the various beautiful scenes and living pictures of sub Indian ways; if you are not with an experienced traveler or the driver.

Being from the far flung village of east, there is no excuse for person like me to avoid the border journey.

Ask few people, they have got lot more stories to share the story of being raided or met accident in foreign land. There is no ways than to risk the life. Many lost and sacrificed their lives and properties.

Speed is a problem. But can’t leave it away from it, despite the fact a traveler has to cover a longer distance. Many scenes like scattering of the stray hens stay dogs, stray goats, and stray villagers or blowing away of the bicycle are common sight in the Indian high way express. At least one accident scene is never missed along the meandering roads.

Who knows you may be the next in list to happen, if you were not aware of it?

I remember traveling once in a taxi from Samdrup Jongkhar to Phuntshpling. I woke up from my bed early as my alarm could ring. I prepared for the next six to seven hours journey. At the back of mind, I had the weird thought that I may not meet the accident on the way. So I did the morning chants and the prayer to keep such wild thoughts at ease.

We started the journey around 5; 30 am. It was a drowsy drive, because of the late sleep after watching the various programs on geography channel inside the room. My driver was driving recklessly at few points. He never stopped for a while to give way to the cyclist or encountering oxen cart trying to cross the road.

On that day weather doesn’t favored us because it was raining heavily and all the foggy distance added our struggle.

Unfortunately, the fog light was running out of conditions. Reaching somewhere in the heart of the Assam, my driver hit another car while losing control in slowing down the car to cross the speed breaker. I was sitting in a front seat and my knee had sandwiched the desk port of the car. My head hit the front glass and broken into few pieces and it was looking like the spider web in the front mirror.

Looking at my condition I was fine but the condition of the vehicle was horrible. To my driver’s surprise, colleen box was damaged badly and car failed to run smoothly. After sometimes, it stopped running. So, my poor driver got out and opened the bonnet, he checked the internal apart of the vehicle and spotted the lineage.

It was a bad luck for me and my friend because we are forced to pay some amounts in one of the car workshop on driver’s name.

On the other hand, one who was the victim of my driver was so furious and shouted to us “Are you trying to kill us” but my driver was speechless. Finally they settled the case and luckily their vehicle was running in good conditions.

After the accident, I had many turbulent emotions overpowering me time and again; I regretted siting up in the front seat. On that day there was no charm in taking up the front seat. Countless vehicles coming from distance click my adrenaline awake.

Our journey took a sudden turn when my driver had taken a wrong route to reach P/ling. Another fearful story started to pick up when we have taken the road leading to Gomtu. We covered 15 km away from the main route when few Bhutanese truckers could direct us back to the main route.

Finally, I could make to Phuntsholing but it wasn’t a journey worth traveling. Any way thanks driver for safely reaching us to Phuntsholing entrance gate.

To all Assami and Bengali people, Thanks for letting us to travel:

Thanks for the Indo Bhutanese’s friendship!

Note: If there were large number of travelers in the areas, aforementioned incidents are likely to happen. If you were not conscious of the time, travelers, vehicles and the driver, the way Indian treat the traveler will be different for all the time, you may get leftover foods that were served to the fellow travelers in restaurant, or become the complete victim of the angered Villagers. Please keep yourself in full awareness when you travel in border areas! May this article will serve as a constant reminder to you.

Monday, November 14, 2016

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