Sunday, March 29, 2015

Today When I Come to the School



My son recited a poem during school poetry recitation competition on 27-3-2015. I wrote a simple poem for him. It is about what he sees when he goes to the school. Full video:



 
Today when I come to the school
The road was full of mules
Students were walking
And something they were talking.

Today when I come to the school
I saw a milkman in his pool
Pouring milk in his jar
And keeping inside his car.

Today when I come to the school
I saw a class pp child so cool;
By hanging on the prayer wheel
Breaking the rule is what I feel.


Tuesday, March 24, 2015

School Rimdro



A two-day Darla school Rimdo was on 19-20th of March. It was presided over by His Eminence Yangpel Lopen. Some snapshots of our school rimdro:
Receiving the Lama

Chefs: Ready to cook

Peeling off potatoes
Rimdro invocation

Driving away evil spirits

Sermon to our students

Mask dance to scared away evil spirits in the school

Wang to the public of Darla and nearby communities
 

Tuesday, March 3, 2015

The Mills of the God Grind Slowly BUT Exceedingly Fine

Very recently I came to know that life after death is fair. The present works determine where to go. There are two places to go; heaven and hell. Life is unfair now. Those who work hard get less. Those who devote suffer the most. Those who live straight have crook lives. And cheaters, liars, killers, and other adulterers who are rewarded with good lives. I wish those who commit bad deeds must be punished in front. It’s good there is a decider of our deeds. Those who cheat, bully, lie, kill, and commit other crimes are said to be going to the hell and those who are good human being should go to the heaven. It’s slow but sure to come. The mills of the god grind slowly but exceedingly fine. There is cause and effect in everything we do here. And this hope keeps me that far away from bad deeds and keeps away from those people. It’s difficult to tune with life. But life is life; you go on with good things, good thoughts, good deeds, good soul, good; everything good. But, at last, we turned into bad and fellable one. Nothing goes as per the deeds now. Those who went on cheating, they go on and those who tell lies, they move on…. Such is the life of man—no extremity; no very good, no very bad, but one must follow the middle path; the ‘badly good.’

The below is the song I like to sing when people grumble and do nothing.
Some people must have.
Some people have not.
But they’ll complain and complain and complain and complain and complain.

Some people will work.
Some simply will not.
But they’ll complain and complain and complain and complain and complain.

Like this: It’s society’s fault I don’t have a job.
It’s society’s fault I am a slob.
I have potential no one can see.
Give me welfare. Let me be me!

Hey, Bud, you’re livin’ in the Land of the Free.
No one’s gonna hand you opportunity!

Some people must have.
Some never will.
But they’ll complain and complain and complain and complain and complain.

I don’t have a house. I don’t have a car.
I spend all my money getting’ drunk in a bar.
I wanna be rich. I don’t have a brain.
Just give me a handout while I complain.

Or this: I wanna stay in bed and watch TV.
Go out weekends in a limousine
And dance all night takin’ lots of drugs
And wake up when I wanna.

Hey, Bud, you’re livin’ in the Land of the Free.
No one’s gonna hand you opportunity!

Some people will learn.
Some never do.
But they’ll complain and complain and complain and complain and complain.
Yeah, they’ll complain and complain and complain and complain and complain.

                                                                                                                                    -to be continued-