Saturday, June 30, 2012

Money Speaks the Truth

Money speak and it tell one’s tales loud. Who says that money can’t buy happiness? I have seen people dousing in without money: I have seen lovers going apart. I have seen losing friends when there is no money. I have seen people remaining alone and desolate. I have seen families deviling. I have seen men breaking stones. I have seen people nearing suicide. I have seen people dying without treatment. I have seen children eating sweets hiding under the beds. I have seen men racing for the prize. I have seen Lamas pretending their performances. I have seen students memorizing the texts. And I have seen…working all for money, tirelessly.



And I have seen men buying happiness; I have seen men driving cars with all smile. I have seen people changing home furnishes frequently. I have seen sick hospitalizing in the top class hospital in the world. I have seen men buying everything sans asking for discount. I have seen men changing wives like they changed garments. I have seen men bribing to induce their works faster. I have seen lies becoming truth. I have seen people traveling to Hongkong, New York, Paris, London, etc. I have seen people talking about buying the country. And I have seen…enjoying all from moneys, selfishly.
I know, and I know like everyone that money can’t buy life, but why need life devoid of happiness? Why need life of poverty and suffering? The answer a man always seeks from the God but the answer lies in the man. What an answer?…the man?

A man cannot agree upon the hard works, if haves and haves not are simply to divide the bridge. Having grown up and having spent quarter of my life in an isolated and backdrop hamlet, I have seen people accumulating Chetrum by Chetrum to feed the growing family. I have seen several parents fighting in the sun and rains in the field. I have seen selling cash crops to afford for the education. I have seen every part of maddening life (a next story to write about).

On the other hand, people who are born with a silver spoon eat silvers and have a golden life. Happy and lucky. In the secondary standard was I, when one classmate told us that he traveled frequently to Bangkok and his next destination would be Hongkong. Where some of us even could not reached to Hongkong market in Thimphu. Such is a life for him. A jealous teacher then asked him about numbers of rice plates he takes in a meal. Upon replying only one, the teacher stated that he also takes one plate of rice in a meal. Such was the farcical satiric remarked and such was the fate of a rich boy!!!
Now, I see many people settling abroad and studying long around the world, such as A for America, Australia, B for Britain,…I for India…etc. Just like how cows spread in the forest, they too have. I wish if I have money, I would fulfill my honey dream to visit rollicking America. Visit only!!! Otherwise, those conceited Americans would say, “Why all people like America?” That is utter bullshits to say; my motherland is the best and the homeliest place to stay. On the other hand, I have seen hundreds of Americans embracing so lovingly with other countries. It’s wicked and wrong Americans’ notion to think that people like to come to their country, but they can visit anywhere they liked. Anyway, if I stay any long that far from my place diaspora feelings would oscillate my roots.

And like a dog coming back to his owner’s house after a day’s search of shit, I would be in my village-just as William Wordsworth desired to be with nature, to eat and defecate, not floundering in the air-nowhere to belong. Home is where hurt is and first hurt and cut is the deepest. And that cut is the loveliest of all.

Saturday, June 16, 2012

THERE WAS…

There is not a star that favors me,
There were some
When they shone beside me
Now the darkness enfolds
Sometimes I think,
I’ve no star left in the sky.


There is not a flower that strikes me,
There were some
When they appealed my eyes and senses
Now the thrones pricks
I live all the times hurt.


There is not a place that keeps me up,
There was a place
That kept neat and cheered up fresh
Now the four walls crush
Sometimes I think,
I’ve no place to live in the earth.


There is not an iota of happiness,
There was happiness
That honed and exhilarated the mind and senses
Now the sadness dulls
Sometimes I feel,
I’ve no way to regain happiness.


There is not a person, who loves me,
There were some
Who showered with the love
Now they ebb like fluorescent
I’ve no voice of love.


There is no hope that keeps me going,
There were some
That furthered my strength
Now the dope has conquer
I’ve no life to lead.


There is not a mind to live a life,
There was one
That busied my life to become a success
Now having understood this transitory life
I’ve no meaning to understand better.


There is no longing for the world,
There was one
When I had your love
I was flying higher in the heaven
Now look at me
I can’t imagine the mighty fall.


There is no easy way to get love,
There was one I had
That kept my love as love
Now the hatred surrounds
How easy to fall in love.


There is no feeling of writing lines,
There were feelings
Those reached me to a fool’s paradise
Now my pen snug in-between my fingers
My feelings melt on the tip of the nip.



Piper: The poem may go on and on…lookin’ for emerald green lights and open doors in life.

Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Hollywood <>+=-?<>Bollywood and then to Drukpawood


Bhutanese takes pride in three names - religion, culture and traditional -- and these are the ones which often come to the rescue of our identity and nationalism when in any intellectual debate outside.

Being a proud real Bhutanese, I wanted my youth to absorb as much of Bhutanese in them, but as luck would have it, none of the youths now shows much interest in religion, culture and tradition.

However, I myself being a subservient son of Bhutan have its own perils. When I was a thirteen-year-old kid, I watched GasaLamay SenGi with my friends. It was Bhutans first movie. To be or not, it was not about religion, culture or tradition, but human bonds- love triangle. There were little fights, dishoom-dishoom and songs. The movie moved some of us to be like heroes and it entered inside our juvenile brains. It was no traditional-cultural film, I remember.

Today, when I look back at those days, a sense of nostalgia takes over. I can reflect flicks of that movie. It was in fact, the emerging of movie making in the country. I am not a Bhutanese movie buff now. I watched GasaLamay SenGi as there was no TV at those times. Now, I am type of Wood; Hollywood and Bollywood. I have watched about seven Bhutanese movies so far. Therefore, I find Bhutanese movies little un-Bhutanese, little tactless, amateurish, sluggish and predictable. All copycat. Bollywood from Hollywood, Hollywood from Bollywood, and others woods and then to Drukpawood. Our Drukpawood is the mixture Masala of all Woods. And thinking it would become delicious Emadatshi. And thinking because of these testy Emadatshi, that our Drukpawood could also match the international level, we copy. But otherwise it’s the commonly tasted ones. Our Dzongkha is becoming Dzonglish. Anyway, let’s think over this; Fiji, a smaller country than Bhutan produces the worlds best movies.

Most of our Bhutanese movies do not depict the story of our rich history of our country- its rich historical background and traditional. We had so many Penlops, Deps, legends, myths, and folktales that could be made into very good films. For example, the legend of Ling Gesar Ghyap, Zhabdrung and his Dzongs, etc could be made into beautiful movies. But nowadays, yes, nowadays, we live in the floating world, so we see in the movies flashy cars, immaculate houses, decked up ladies in tatters, fancy mood lighting, all these fleshes and bones, and difficult to understand what and why are they portrayed.

Some film directors look like rocky rock. See Tshering Wangyels girly hairs and the blackest spec. whatever he maybe, people love his directions and his films.


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Bhutanese movies are very much threaded in misery and weepy kind of life with little sparkling moments of joy that brings a smile to the viewer's face. The scene in which Phurba Thinley tries to behave like a woman gives little guffaws, or the westernised musical party where the kids gather, dance and sing an Nga Chelu Ga, Che NgaLu Ga or ting-a-ling-ling-song. Otherwise, there is no striking moment in the movie. The scene in where Singlam and Galam go to see their old ruined house and breaks apart, or cruel mother-in-law, Aum Lamo crouches the head of heros girlfriend and thrashes on the wall, or the scene of heroes running through sometimes in poverty and dejections (and it usually happens because of the lady he loves... gripping lives... and then, they understand each other-their heart, they become together and start a new life, which will be a success within a minute flicks). The films, most of the times tighten the knots showing brutal and faithless life, making audiences, especially Bhutanese women considering their life like film.

Films must excite, startle, thrill and shake viewers. It effects cannot be produced by a play which is lacking in conflict. The conflict in movie may be between human beings pulling in different directions, between a character and the environment in which he finds himself or the society of which he is a member. Movies must generally represent human sufferings, which raises pity and fear among audiences and make audiences to decide that the film is a great one in its tragic appeal. The misfortune of the film should be a simple and straight- forward, but sublime and universal in its penetrative appeal.

The good film as per my judgment should represent human suffering, have fear and pity, embellished language and have emotional/cathartic appeal, and of all, it should educate, entertain and inform. There are two views on the tragic vision of life. One is that man is the play- thing of inscrutable power called fate and another is that character is responsible for the tragic end. In Greek tragedies, tragic fate for the heroes is predetermined. Oedipus and Antigone become obstinate and tyrannical. Their tragedy is due to their over confidence in their respective attitudes.

Films though, portrayed antinomies of our lives, a majority our viewers take it as reality. Because of this, the films should touch various themes and issues, and, not only love failures that dominate most of our Bhutanese films, the films must represent history, contemporary Bhutanese society, roles, changing relationship and educate about the moral of faith and believing.





Thursday, June 7, 2012

The Wait

The two big WAITS have changed the courses of my life. The wait has wet me in tears. The wait is the weight of my life. So, please don’t say, 'wait.'

The first wait was when I liked a girl. She knew I loved her and I even sent her a chit. I waited for her reply. And she always told me to wait… I don’t know why? I waited with hopes and expectations for two years, only to get married. I WAITED FOR HER TO GET MARRIED. Quite funny. Isn’t  it? This wait incident changed the course of my life – to never to trust girls!

The second wait missed my interview. My friend and I were walking for an interview. On the way, he waited to smoked and puffed frequently, cutting down times. Every time, I had to wait for him. We reached seven minutes late, changing seven generations of my beloved profession. The funny part was, the friend was happy to reach late, for he knew he wouldn’t succeed in the interview. Just surreal! This second wait too changed the course of my life.

I soon made up my mind, and whenever I think of wait, it kills me. I walk alone. I least bother about the decorum or the institutions of this life called living communities. I still walk alone. It is sad, a pitiful life.

However, an antimony of life is other way round. And now, there are many things to wait; waiting for Bangalore exam result, waiting for the houses to vacate, waiting for holidays to come, wait…wait…things may come…but I wonder if it may turn out to be good or bad!

Only yesterday, you(name withheld) say the same thing to me, 'wait.' I decided all my waits will be one big WAIT now, and I hope this third and the last wait will be the coming. I will wait, and hope for the best, if not, I may have to wait my life here permanently!!!

Monday, June 4, 2012

On Her Majesty’s Birthday(May You Be Blessed)

The Queen of Bhutan
We are lucky to be born in the country called the ‘Shangri-la,’ and luckier to be headed by handsome and beautiful mind, King Jigme Khesar Namgyel Wangchuck. The King’s marriage with Jetsun Pema is an adorned to the country. It is indeed an adornment and momentous amalgamation of true harmony and time destined. The King Jigme Khesar Namgyel Wangchuck and Jetsun Pema married on 13 October 2011, at Punakha Dzong. 

Jetsun Pema was born inThimphu on 4 June 1990 in the Thimphu. Bhutanese multitude adored a simple and calm manner Jetsun. She listens to common people’s sufferings, problems, and supports them. She is an ideal queen, a mother of Bhutan, an advisor and guide. With her great love and affection, she guides Bhutan to the realms of modernity without sacrificing our great tradition. She thinks and acts of life, life in society-a simple society. The queen visits with His Majesty to many parts of Bhutan and mingling with her subjects shows her graces and caring attitudes to our citizen. This love and care to every individual Bhutanese makes us feel safe, happy and comfortable.

It was great day when you were born, and as we celebrate your birthday, we also celebrate the anniversary of you arriving in the world and making it a better, happier place for us. The Fourth of July is a great day to keep alive. Let the golden rays of the sun and moon reach you with wishes of success, happiness and prosperity. Happy Birthday.

And thank for having a birthday and giving us a reason to thank you. Thank you for being a wonderful person and an inspiration all along and all time.

Their Majesties made the Earthquake victims in Eastern Bhutan and Ha, the fire victims in Bumthang and the windstorms in Trashigang and Pemagatshel the problems of yesteryears. People were given what they need in the life, and brought back to everything in normal. Thank you for these.

Long may our land be bright. Long may we have celebration in prosperity and jubilation leading towards common destination: Gross National Happiness? We stand up strong and stable without any hesitation because we live under a king and queen, who are very friendly and helpful; with the jewels of our country. Thank You for these.

The sincere, constructive and assiduous perseverance king and queen with their good personality is going to play a role with his vigor equivalent, elected prime minister, and we will see Bhutan reaching heroically unimaginably, as one of the best country in the world.

And these are the hopes of people and the royal couple.

Thanking You.

May You Be Blessed.

Friday, June 1, 2012

The Mistaken Identity

Look around you. There is nothing without some Chinese stuff. Chinese is everywhere; They have reached every nook and cranny of the world. The Chinese food, the Chinese cuisine, the Chinese gadgets, the Chinese blankets, the commodities, the goods, everything. It has reached the place where Chinese people have not reached. It has dominated the market and the packet of the world.

Here in Bangalore, and particularly in where I am living, Chinese people are rare despite the world’s largest population. There may be some political reasons--China and India. They are not seen like their goods, and they are so rare that many people ask me, a many a times, “Are you from China?” I wanted to answer them by saying, “Only Chinese can be everywhere.” But I blurt out in quiet and unheard to them, “Do you think am I a dominator?” because Chinese have dominated the world. I have Chinese like phallus but ways and manners somewhat diverse. As I don jeans and shirts, maybe they think me little un-Bhutanese.

Only yesterday, a group of my new friends asked me the same question. I laughed at them, not to know about our countries and it even reached to my Adam’s apple, but it melted there with this, “Are you from Mars?” At times, people behave as if they are completely alien.

The name they write make me weird, ‘Butan,’ very shortcut indeed. Our Dolly-jolly madam, Chitra Das Gupta also calls me that I am from Butanic, a very unusual name madam! Anyway, I always have a good time explaining about my country, Bhutan. Its history, cultures, traditions, attitudes, manners, thinking, etc, and how it differs especially from China and others blah…blah…

For many strangers who have little or no knowledge of my country, I have become real representative of my country. Ah…ha representative of the country! I describe the country the next to the heaven and everything perfect. Sometimes, I sound too chauvinist and patriotic when they see some Bhutanese hanging around with wines in Bangalore.  “This is your country?” they say. I have no choice but to counteract Indians. “They have been influenced by where they are living.” Not a good excuse I guess. And this answer would really makes them crazy.

 I usually conclude by saying that we are in the same boat (to balance the weight of nationalism (of course)).