Wednesday, July 30, 2014

Mad In States

Mad in States

Live the life you love, not love the life you live. Many of us dream of going to or living in American and Australia; some prosperous have a chance. A Bhutanese in States has become an American. He has forgotten his country’s traditions and cultures, even language and his own country. The poem asks if everyone does like this one day everyone in Bhutan will become American, losing real Bhutanese, or who is a Bhutanese?

To be an American
Is an easy to be;
It was a decade ago, he settled
In the land called ‘flowery life.’
A dream of every Bhutanese,
But a few fulfilled and some more than it.

He was born to an Ngalop’s family
Brought up, educated and survived
Upto fifty seven years,
A man has a wish at this age!
His instinct and roots were Bhutanese
And all his ways
One day, but, somehow he got a chance,
He flew.

After decades in America
He adapted Americans
He was an American.
Parents, relatives, all forgotten;
People, land
Mother’s language, religions,
All ways, forgotten.

‘New age,’ where he lives
He floats there
Lingering in-between two ways
He is more incline to later one.
Bhutan does not exist in his mind’s map,
This is how a person change his life
Who am I?
Root does change.

On the tip of Americans’ mouth
He remains a different,
not a ‘real’ one;
Mongoliod, Dravidian, or Arabian?
Variant cultures in America
And the buoyant life floated with riches.
One does care,
And who cares of life-
The root?
To have rushing hour is okay.

Saturday, July 26, 2014

Strength to Live

The strength of a man isn't how many buddies he has.
It is how good a buddy he is with his kids.

The strength of a man isn't in how respected he is at work.
It is in how respected he is at home.

The strength of a man isn't in how hard he hits.
It is in how tender he touches.

The strength of a man isn't how many women he's Loved by.
It is in can he be true to one woman.

The strength of a man isn't in the weight he can lift.
It is in the burdens he can understand and overcome.

Saturday, July 12, 2014

Best or Worst?

2014 World Cup is almost coming to an end. Brazil suffered the worst defeat in the World Cup football history. It is a shamed to many of our fans. But, a thought intently came to my mind, ‘why only the best?’ I feel the best are selected because the worst are there. Life has two sides, and the credit goes to both. Because of the sufferings and worries, we know what calm, peace and god are.

Not only tops should be inscribed, shown and broadcasted. We should also pen down the worst, they should be appreciated and announced. I would like to write here that because of bad, good things are here, and vice versa. Every one must be appreciated or respected.

How does the world appear on to them; the worst things, or the ugliest?  This earth consists of pick and decline, fine and weak. You encounter people, animals, countries, trees, airs, water etc. They are always kind of departmentalized into opulent and hard up, or surpass and un-surpass. Suppose, there are many worst and deadly people around the world; besides our filmy villains, there are some who do scruffy and scrappy people in our own places. And the animals; which is the ugliest animals ever seen?  I vote it for Mr. Snail.  It is said that the beauty is in the eye of the beholder, to be sure, but this animal wouldn’t win a beauty contest if it were the only one entered. They’ve got faces only a mother – Mother Nature – can love, and in the contest of life that’s really the only thing that matters. And I would vote Brazil for their worst game ever played, and I do appreciate for their active participation.

In schools, students are only loved, if only they excelled in studies. There are teachers in my school who only talk about good students, and who try to put more afford on them. They forget weak, nothing to do students. They would call them flunkers and they hardly check their notes and books. How could they improve if they are left of their own?

The globe seems subtle if all the people learn each other. If they recognize what is optimum and wrong; to improve wrong and shape fairly with tops. In the seemingly world, only the best are loved; our worst kind of anything like the best. One person has changed this rule. An ideal Lord Buddha left all the best things of this earth. He was a prince of a kingdom. He had an esteemed life. He didn’t want best but worst; when he renounced all worldly pleasures and wealthiest of life. Who would have ever guessed that he would become an enlightened?

The case of mine will facilitate and light on the road towards what is the best and the worst. I was invariably brought up with an utmost- upmost love by my beloved parents. Worn the best ragged clothes and I was every time treated well. I wanted the best and I got it, the best. I was so fortunate to have somewhat plentitude family; I say only in store. What I needed was what I got. Required the best and expected the best. I lavished a lot of bread; wearing the best clothes, the best shoes, the best oils, etc in school days.

I was really up to my mind that I would always make it the best. But what I am experiencing now is purely contradictory. All this life… who will upkeep my best, like the unripe fruit must mellow and drop, trifle will go on my best. All the worst now; using less for worst clothes, shoes, etc. I have been well informed now that I am succumbing, elapsing and relapsing to the worst with my meager monthly salary. If I do not give rise to the way.

I learned, thus, that one should know both sides of a coin. Accept defeats to know what is winning. Accept discouraging remarks to know praises. Accept hopelessness to know that there is still hope.