Wednesday, March 18, 2015

Bottom of the ranking, but top of the world; story of Bhutan's Maiden world cup qualification 2018

Football is God’s Gift to the humanity.
History books are filled with sporting events which brought about peace, excitement and above all, unity amongst the people. Mandela unified South Africa through rugby. Rainbow nation’s rugby win against New Zealand in 1995, led then by a white Afrikaner became a huge symbol of racial reconciliation not just in SA but globally. Nigerians stopped civil war for two days in 1967 to watch Pele, king of soccer play. And our own Kings Cup final in 2013, when Yedzin played MMC Nepal, everyone flocked at Changlimithang to watch our boys play. After an intense national election, there was a need for national healing and football proved to be one.







Our football has come all the way from getting thrashed by Kuwait in 2000 for 20-0 to a rare win against Afganistan, 3-1, in SAFF games 2008, to a clean win of 3-1 on aggregate against Sri Lanka, Fifa World Cup qualification, round one for Asia’s bottom ranked teams. We were tagged as the world’s worst team according to Fifa Coca Cola ranking and were pitted against Sri Lanka, the second best team amongst the lowest ranking Asian teams. There was literally no hope to get even a draw against the team that defeated us on our last five matches against them. Let alone the Sri Lankan former captain who labelled their match with us as not even good enough to acquire experience, even we, the football fans at home, did not see any chance.
Team Bhutan thanking the crowd for the support.
History however was defied. And there was nothing sweeter than the victory. To everyone’s astonishment, our boys not only did double, but defeated Sri Lankans cleanly. We were all over the media, and top of the world. 17th December is our national day, but now 17th March, 2015, shall be as historic as our national day. We not only filled our stadium packed, people were sitting atop the wall, roof, fencing, and even on a mound of earth in a distant view. It was nothing lesser than our historic national day. The atmosphere was electric; there were waves (uncountable times), there were people cheering and eruption of joy. There can never be a justice if we describe the mood in words; it simply was AWESOME.
CG7 scoring the first goal.
The victory shall propel football enthusiast to a greater heights, thus, propelling country even to a greater height. Sports have always been more than just a game. In Spain after Cristiano Ronaldo was bought by Madrid, the potential prospect of having him play against Lionel Messi, not only improved their league, but also had Spain’s  tourist visit increased. Of course, our own Cristiano Ronaldo (CR7), Chencho Gyeltshen  (CG7) had us handed a huge inspirational win. Bhutan’s tactic was pretty much like Portugal’s; get the ball to no.7 and let him do the wonders.  And HE DID WONDERS. The victory was our federations too for developing these players from their early teenage. The team with average age of 22 looks promising to at least look forward for a good decade of football. With Kings Cup and artificial turfs, our national team’s awe-inspiring performance is a cheery on top.
From the bottom of the ranking, we are today on top of the world. Let the Dragon roar.



Monday, February 9, 2015

Best New Year Gift; Life changing experience with Baby

New Year brings new hope and wishes in tons. New year presents us with opportunities to celebrate, call for an occasion.   New Year brings messages wishing new life, Happiness, strength, wellbeing, successes, etc. And much to the delight of these sweet messages, we (me and my wife) has really been blessed with much joy. We were blessed with the little angel, a baby girl on 14th January. Her birth was like all the happiness and wishes summed up and wrapped up with a single gift. It was more than what we could ask for. I was told that Santa Claus is the most expensive and yet most selling F-A-C-E in the world, but I believed my daughter’s face as one.
There’s that mixed feeling waiting outside the birthing center; her deep moans making my knees weak, and yet in the midst of life’s suffering, piercing through the fragile heart, the shy grin braves up with the thought of holding a new baby.  My heart sank with sheer joy and stupidity as I heard my baby crying. T-R-U-S-T ME! One cannot really articulate and justify the emotion.
She was the cutest and most beautiful I saw. She was more than just a proof of our love. She was the little LIFE we had to embrace and grow with. And not the least, she’s also a GREAT teacher. Yeah, you read it right! T-E-A-C-H-E-R.  Somebody wrote that becoming father is easy, but being one is difficult. I would prostrate at that GURU’s feet agreeing so much his realization.
She teaches me to become a better son to my parents. Becoming father is easy, but being Father is very difficult. Waking up in the middle of night randomly and feeding the baby is very tiring and difficult for mother and then helping the mother to put the baby to sleep after that is another level of sheer diligence when your eye brows are dropping down tired. My wife said to me that sons would never understand how much pain mothers have to undergo simply to let the baby grow within during gestation period. I believed her then, but now I rather feel that so far I have never understood how much pain they have to bear and how much life they have to sacrifice to raise the child? It’s true, like we say in Dzongkha, Rang Zuu Phama Majur bar toh, phamai drinlen ngo me shay. My baby girl teaches me how much my parents mean to me and my siblings.
She teaches me Perseverance.  As if waking up randomly and helping her mother in changing diaper during the prolong nights, waking up early and washing dirty bagtang  before leaving for office is really something not so usual for me who used to wake up 15 minutes before office time.
She teaches me how to be Vigilant.  The beautiful life nestled in the tiny body calls for nothing but extra ounces of vigilance, activeness, randomness, etc.
She teaches me to Love and Care. Her birth gave me so many opportunities to tend to my wife who survived such a perilous labour and pain. And the baby's presence in my embrace makes me love her and care her.
She teaches me fatherhood. With all said and done, my little daughter shows me that today the child has become a father of man.


Saturday, September 20, 2014

Song of myself

Well before you go into wondering about the poem by Walt Whitman, let me make it clear about my article. It isn’t about the grass which represents the universal homogeneity of mankind; rich and poor returning to the same end, and blah blah… (Forgive me for not really remembering the poem which I once studied so well to sit for my exam). My article is rather about me of realizing how loosely my determination is built on.
Determination is key to success, we all know about it. However, seems like in the midst of all the hectic life, I have forgotten to remind myself of such motivating thing. I have taught myself that it is better to let the things which take toll and move on in life. I have lost that drive to climb again and again.
Here is the list of things which I left unfinished;
1.    I started writing a book by the same name of my blog. Today when I revisited it, I have written about 128 pages when I was in second year, which was in 2009. And after that I did not write anything on it.
2.    I blogged at least five to six articles every month then, but now I am writing one after so many months.
3.    I started the magazine and even published one by collecting articles from the fellow bloggers, but that too after realizing that it’s too difficult for two people to work a hell lot on one magazine, I unceremoniously left the dream unattended.
4.    I buy and borrow books these days, but never even finish reading one; the books I left unfinished are; The Jesuit and the Dragon, immortal lines, walk my freedom, etc…
5.    Started playing football for a team for about two years, now I find myself looking for a new team as for the last team, I started skipping matches after match for some reason or the other.

Perhaps my physical weight is taking toll on my will power or like one of my friends says, it’s a free will; doing things the way it comes to you or letting it unfold the way it does. 

Friday, August 1, 2014

A blogger is Blocked

Amidst the fog of dullness,
And in the clouds of dreary noon,
A blogger is blocked.

Drowning in the loads of work,
And cuddling through the tired evening on sofa,
A blogger is blocked.

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A blogger is blocked.



Tuesday, January 7, 2014

IV. College Experience ;Home away from Home

It was first time that within few weeks of missing home and trying to adapt to the big busy place, I with two of my friends landed up standing in front of the  familiar Bhutanese buildings. We are at Royal Bhutanese Embassy for the fresher's trip organized by Bhutanese Student's Association in New Delhi. It had everything that was Bhutanese. The paintings, Bhutanese National flag, Bhutanese food and of course lots of Bhutanese girls. I forgot to mention in my earlier posts that amongst 14 Bhutanese students studying in my college, we had only one girl, and she was one of the senior most students. Thus this experience of seeing lots of Bhutanese girls at a time in Bhutanese embassy was more cheerful than my whole experience thus far at college.
Every year, BSA Delhi organizes the trip which they call as fresher's trip, and after speech by Lyonpo Dago Tshering, then the Ambassador, and a registration of the new members, we set towards the place called Nainatal in Uttaranchal. It was really an awkward situation for three of us at the first glance. The students gathered there were all well dressed up, and spoke very friendly amongst each other albeit with three of us. We did not know anyone in the bus, it was like being amongst stranger Bhutanese in foreign land. The feeling like one we get when we first visit Thimphu from our village. and trust me, its worst than being amongst the strangers of other country. You think you know these guys just because they are Bhutanese, but you really end up not knowing any one of them. In a bus, around 8.AM next morning, I woke up to a fresh breeze of nature. The cold chilly breathe clouded my window glass, and we have reached our destination.
http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/9/98/Nainital.jpg
I was on a horse, and the handy boy leading the horse tells me that the place is famous for Koi Mil Gaya movie and that most of the film was shot in Nainatal. With the big lake nestled at the heart of the civilization, the town was nostalgic of our home for us with hills and forest. on the back of the horse, we travelled in and around the hills. Our whole day ended up so quickly though, and we gathered near the bus to make our journey back to Delhi in the evening. I still remember that beautiful moment when I was actually introduced to two of the girls who were also with us for the trip. They also don't know much of the Bhutanese friends in the bus, and they were there in Delhi for the first time like us. The awkwardness that was clouding our stay suddenly disappeared.
I changed my seat with one of the girls. How things started, I really don't remember, but it was suddenly the beginning of hearty situation. We stayed awake whole night and had a chat over so many things. That was a perfect timing, if we talk about hitting at someone's heart. Being naive and young has its charm in doing those little lovey-dovey things. Perhaps, it's also because we think from our heart when we are young. However, I was not as successful in actually making her accept my proposal the whole night. And the journey too appeared shorter. Even without saying good bye, we departed. I had her number though, but I never dared to call her. She was a sweet girl, I used to speak to myself sometimes, and my friends knew that there are things which are developing within me, but our busy schedule kept me occupied mentally as well until I received a call from her friend that she is sick and why don't I visit her. 

Tuesday, December 31, 2013

Happy New Year


Tuesday, November 12, 2013

III. College Experience; thus the architect’s journey began

When I was asked, by the interview panel for the selection of scholarship courses, why I am not preferring Mathematics honor in third world, but rather the architecture course in India, little did I know that saying being architect means being an independent entrepreneur than depending on government job would mean that I had no idea about what architecture is all about. Thinking that preparing drawings and making money as architecture was my first sin. And that architecture is just about building was another mistake. I was learning bricks, pencil thicknesses, paper sizes, giving half cut to the paper, grinding the metal piece in workshop, carrying a chain in the rose garden beside the college, sketching the flower, and computer, before I even started drawing any building.
Photo courtesy; http://getawayisland.files.wordpress.com/
Many friends in the class had already learnt few things about engineering drawings, read about architecture and had coaching on architectural software. I was the dumbest in the class because all I did during the pre-scholarship period was being excited about going to India and do architecture.  All I had was a foreign face and big blank head. One day, a computer teacher asked why we chose architecture, and many gave answers from having a dream to build their own name to having sent by parents to having not qualified to IIT and therefore choosing Architecture. I on the other hand, bluffed them that our government needs architects as we have hardly 50 architects for the developing country and god be great, we in fact needed architects then, but now I cannot say about that anymore. With each passing day, I survived by copying what my friends did. Sometimes, even though my submission was the copied one, I used to score better grades, however, most of the times it made me think whether I chose the wrong profession or not. I was not learning anything than copying other’s work. I was wondering what the architecture is about? By the way about the mathematics which availed the opportunity for me to get enrolled for the architecture course formed a very small part of our course. And it was just a semester course which finished by just studying about differential equation.
Hostel life was of course more homely. With senior Bhutanese friends consoling us that they were also clueless in the beginning and that with time, we would settle well into the web and enjoy the course. Most of times, carrying a big parallel bar, and a roll of A1 Sheet, like everyone, I drove on ring road in auto-rickshaw to the college, come back to the hostel, visit a senior’s room for a friendly talk, have dinner, then go around asking my friends about the home work and spend half the night preparing the drawings by copying from my friends. By the way, it wasn't the building drawings, but rather a brick bonding drawings, arch patterns, basically all that was not about building which I dreamt(at least I thought so then).