Sunday, November 27, 2011

SAFF tournament live on Ten Action+, time to cheer Bhutan on Live TV to pursue happiness
So far the avid football viewers have only watched big European teams in premier leagues, la-liga and Champions league in television. Gluing ourselves in front of a TV during the weekends cheering the teams which don’t have anything with our damn life, our enthusiasm of supporting a team in Europe goes even to an extent by going to Lhakhangs to pray for the team’s success, we undeniably announces our strong madness for football. And this madness is not just within the group who enjoys playing football but amongst the ones who do not know how to kick around the ball as well.
And there are few people in empty stands of Changlimithang sitting idly and watching our Bhutanese league. One doesn’t even know the team let alone the players. All that people cheer when someone scores is by the kit number. Such is our lifestyle, we know people around the world but we have rejected the people around ourselves, somehow we have lost the interest to know them.
Well, I think events which are somehow available at a very cheap cost of perhaps events broadcasted in mediums which are accessible could perhaps bring the people together. It might bring the neighbours together and discuss about our own players, our own team. This goes beyond football.
This time, SAFFtournament which is going to be held in India shall be broadcasted live in Ten Action+. Yes, South Asian Football Federation cup in which Bhutan in 2008 famously reached semi-final and nearly beat India that the match has to go to extra time. The tournament will start from 2nd December and end on 11th December. Bhutan is the least ranked team amongst the eight nations competing in the tournament. Bhutan is grouped with India, Afghanistan, and Sri Lanka. Don’t forget to check in your TV on 3rd December at 6.30 BST, Bhutan will play Sri Lanka. And on 5th, at same time, Bhutan will play the host India and last group match on 7th against Afghanistan at 3.30 BST. For sure, this time round one might be cheering for Dorjis, Kinleys, Wangchuks, Sonams, for the first time in TV for most of us. Good luck Team Bhutan.

Friday, November 25, 2011

If we could learn from the nature

If only we could learn from the nature
That nothing remains unchanged
A beautiful flower withers away before the winter,
At death’s will, palaces stumble
Unlike in poems, death never rise from its grave.

If only we could learn from the nature
That butterfly was once a caterpillar
A beauty born out of ugly.
At one’s will, one prospers
And that every pauper born ‘d become a rich.

If only we could learn from the nature
That the arms always bend inwards
That in my late grandpa’s word;
Hearts do not cry in the verbal arguments with our own
For blood is thicker than the water.

If only we could learn from the nature
That after a dark night, it’s always a day
A day that we often forget, it exist
In the darkness around the life.
Problems don’t outlast the time.

If only we could learn from the nature
That even the roses have thorns
And that beauty shouldn’t be precedence.
Golden heart can be hidden inside the ugly skin
And that snakes could shelter inside the beautiful green.

If only we could learn from the nature
That even oceans get wrinkled
Age crowds upon and never returns back
For human shall always fall for beauty
It’s in nature, an ephemeral is best at display.

Thursday, November 24, 2011

Hitting half century page views
Let me begin this post by offering you an utmost gratitude for being in my blog right now reading this post. And if you have been reading my blog, I am extremely thankful. It is through your time that my blog has gathered some meaning, some purpose and of course some live. Today my blog page views have reached 50000 views and more than 150 followers. Hitting half century is now another prized possession of my blog after so many of readers like you. Thank you very much, my dear readers. I have reached this far, and it was not possible without your presence in my blog.

Monday, November 21, 2011

He sings a song

He sings a song
Whenever heart is burdened with sorrows
And lightly his heart soars
In the songs of happiness he sings
In the tunes of happiness he hums.

He sings a song
Whenever he has to journey for distance
And painlessly time accompanies him
In the songs of journey he sings
In the tunes of journey he hums.

He sings a song
Whenever he remembers his love
And joyfully heart dances
In the songs of memories he sings
In the tunes of memories he hums.

He sings a song
Whenever morning dawn shatters the dark night
And cheerfully sets his journey for a day
In the songs of nature he sings
In the tunes of nature he hums.

He sings a song
Whenever there’s a fall, he dreams of going home
And longingly heart awaits the beaconing of love
In the songs of season he sings
         In the tunes of season he hums.        

Monday, November 14, 2011

Freedom is in the words of a Poet
Freedom is in a bird soaring high
For it can dare to claim sky its own
And flip its open wings in joyous flight.

Freedom is in a droplet of water
For it can dissolve in the grand ocean
And never worry about drying up.

Freedom is in the wind
For it can dissolve in thin air
And whistle around hills and vales the songs of freedom.

Freedom is in the death
For it liberates one from the burden of life
And grave sleeps never to be worried by worldly sorrows.

Freedom is in the poet's words
For poet can breathe the thousand lives
And bask in the glory of freedom castled in between the lines.

Sunday, November 13, 2011

The Prisoner

Behind the dark walls
His past life awaits him.
Of murder and of theft
He was convicted
Age; young and ignorant
 Led its triumph but behind the bars
Of failure, torment and prison.
For years, in the company of saddened self
He mourn’d, lament’d and cried
Of the freedom he dreamt
Behind the walls he couldn’t climb.
But time fled
And wrinkles got crowded
Prisoners came and went
Yet, chains ‘ve not loosen’d him
But sad was he for his inmates
Who embraced their freedom out of prison walls
For dark prison is built within, he knew,
These souls would come again
Or even in free air, they’ll always be walled
For one ‘ll ne’er be a free person ‘
Without freeing oneself from the prison within.
For one will ne’er be a free person
By serving the commands of so many desires within
Secret to freedom lies within
That’s how god hid, now
He doesn’t ‘ve urge to break walls,
Let his past wait outside
He ‘ll serve the prison
Questing for redemption of
Free and peaceful will.

Thursday, November 10, 2011

Wishing His Majesty Fourth king birth anniversary on the 11.11.11

The country was going through turmoil with the cloak of grievances looming over the nation with untimely demise of the third king, His Majesty Jigme Dorji Wangchuk, the young prince, then just 17 was to ascend to the golden throne forgetting that he is just a boy who would love but to grow up by enjoying his teenage. After two years, he was officially crowned as the fourth king of Bhutan. 

The youngest monarch in the world then was indeed entrusted with many responsibilities most of which can often be credited as the vision of our father of modern Bhutan, the third king. And much to the contrary, the niche of our young king was filled but with very few educated officials then to the huge task of taking Bhutan ahead.
However, during the reign of 34 years as the king of Bhutan, His Majesty Jigme Singye Wangchuk proved blessing to the people of Bhutan. His legacies echo through the history of Bhutan’s development from an isolated Buddhist kingdom to a peaceful and developing Himalayan kingdom. His vision translated into an unprecedented happiness and socio-economic prosperity. While maintaining a conservative cultural values and tradition, Bhutan emerged to the forefront of the world as exemplary and a proud nation of measuring country’s wealth on the basis of country’s happiness. It was always the people who mattered and often in His Majesty’s words, the well being of country’s people and active participation of people were always heard. Today, Gross National Happiness has stretched its importance even inside the power of United Nation that UN unanimously accepted the concept as the millennium goal. And to be the loving citizen of the architect behind such visions which is embarking onto change the history of world, can there be any reason more to feel proud of.
He is popular today around the world for bringing about so many reforms in the country including his own abdication of throne in favour of his own son and of course introducing the constitutional democracy in the country much against the wishes of the people who wanted the absolute monarchy to continue flourishing. 2008 saw the first elected country’s government, and king with his son, the present king of Bhutan, Jigme Khesar Namgyal Wangchuk guided throughout the changes. While in some countries around the world, peace of people is torn apart by the fights amongst the power mongers, we have here the kings who share their powers with the people. Same year, for the first time in the history of Bhutan, the king crowned another king.
His Majesty crowning the fifth king
And on 11th November, 2011, our beloved Father, His Majesty celebrates 56th birth anniversary. Let’s join the people, government, monastic schools and the nation in offering prayers and wishes for the long and peaceful life of our monarch. Let us all pray that our beloved king continue guiding the country, people and the king prosperously and peacefully.
With queen mother
Long Live the King!

Monday, November 7, 2011

Battle of music is on

There’s no doubt that many of us love music, even hearing the new tunes of new songs, we get curious to hear it. Of course we have our own genre, some like hip hop, others country songs. And like everything we don’t like, sometimes we are put off by so much it; music too are disturbing and irritating at times when we are forced to listen to it.
Living in the hostel, it’s always difficult to adjust to so many things around. However with time, few get used to it. Some tend to like being awake whole night doing nothing, others like gossiping around for hours and hours, some start to like partying in college lawn during Friday nights, others develop a character to stay indoor and stick to reading books or watching movies alone. But there are still some irritating experiences in hostel which no matter how much you try to put yourself into, you can never adjust to it. One such thing is people who are right in your corridor playing music so loud which you don’t like that too in the early weekend morning when all that you get to enjoy is sound morning sleep. The people are so dumb to even play loud music by keeping their doors open as if other wants to hear it.
It’s been going for many years now. We always have to sleep covering ourself fully inside the blanket or just sleep with that irritating noises. You see, if a sound is sweet and touching, one might enjoy it as well even if its loud and disturbing one’s sleep, but if the sound is much more noise, it’s always killing to hear the noises of music and songs you don’t like. And interesting situation is when you even can’t ask the person to lower the volumes because you don’t know the person good enough to ask him to compromise his excitement.
However, just like everyone knows that there’s always the solution to every damn problem, the last remedy is ready in the niche. Usually this strategy is what most of us employ, well against each other. You start playing your own songs, some of which are pretty much alien to others. Play it loud, keep the door open and if possible, don’t even stay in the room but keep the music on full volume.
The battle of music is on.  You see, you have every right to enjoy your life in fullest way you can do but it’s shouldn’t be torturing others for it. One has right to sleep peacefully while you have right to listen to any music you like. By the time you come back from the bathroom, the door of the much excited person would be closed, and the only music you hear is your song echoing loud through the corridor. Or sometimes, the battle would go on and on with smokes of noises. Many strategies wouldn’t work then.
Music can be a noise sometimes.

Friday, November 4, 2011

A painter's painting

A painter, wrinkled and tired
Sighed a breathe of triumph-
“It’s the canvass that I’d ever brush up”
And a time that’ll ne’er come-
Fall passing to a naked tree
wearing the leaves amongst
the dancing flowers to the
joyful song of spring breeze
‘Tis captured at the will of strokes
And history shall remain the captive
On a canvass that’ll echo through ages.

Nature ruins and withers
But at its own spirit
Where the beauty that ensnared time
Shall wrinkle and fade
But at the caress of painter’s brush
Beauty shall always be celebrated.

For a picture with thousand words
A poet has retired to a painter.