Lines written on…

A Hilltop on Zhug-Thri where Longchen Rabjam

meditated. He is immortalized by his image,

a statue on the hilltop.

Feeling pious,

feeling religious,

feeling happy.

Her Story

The first time I saw him, I was seventeen and studying at the local high school. He would frequent the snooker joint, where I used to spend my evenings helping my aunt. She owned that joint.

I guess it wasn't ‘love’ at first sight. We were just acquaintances; I was a helper, he just a customer. Soon we got to talking and I found out that he was working at the local Customs office. He was always nice to me, complimenting and lightly teasing me. He was all smiles when he was around me. I liked his company, a respite from the daily monotony of school life and a cold home. Here was a guy who made me laugh, and who seemed to genuinely care for me.

Inspiration Comes in Unintended Moments

During the Central and Southern Regional Camp for Scouts at Damphu HSS in December 2013, I had volunteered my services. I was put in Base 5 “Building Tower”of Patrol Race where I had to provide 50 small bamboo sticks and rubber bands to each patrol when they arrived at my base and they had to build a tower.

Meeting friends at Rover’s camp

The first night I reached there was at around 9:30 pm. It was a slippery journey, especially the last leg, but when my headlights shone on the campground I saw the remnant of a campfire around which were seated dark shapes. I could make out tents encircling the campground, and lights being reflected from the puddles on the ground (from the recent shower). The lone bulb hanging on a pole near the campfire barely offered enough light.

Basically Scouting

During the 4th Rovers Adventure Camp at the National Scouts Centre in Paro, a number of Scout Leaders and Senior Scouts had volunteered their services as Camp Staff. I was part of that group. And in attendance as participants of the camp were Rovers from premiere institutions across the country, Community Based Scouts (CBS) and Rovers from Denmark.

Random Thoughts on a Lazy Afternoon

What am I doing here? What is my life’s worth? How many people will miss me when I am gone? How many people missed me when I left Gaselo?... Orong?... Nganglam? My worth is my reputation…among my colleagues, my friends and my students. But who are they?

Helen of Drukyul

There is a Helen among our midst,
A Helen of Drukyul (not Sparta).
Her beauty outshines everyone,
Grace outclasses all.

Confessions of a Lover

This feeling that I have… is reminiscent of what I felt years ago. There is this hollow in my chest… as if something is missing from me. What is it? And why is it there?

I have found out something else about myself. Something that has been dormant in me for so long. I know that this feeling has come to stay.

The Motorcycle Diaries: Of Freedom

Freedom cannot be explained. It cannot be expressed. It must be experienced. And I am in love with freedom.

I always find ways to experience it, and my latest craze is riding motorcycles. Keeping that in mind I have recently invested in a state-of-the-art motorcycle. I use it for short forays across the dusty back-roads of rural Samdrup Jongkhar.