Showing posts with label Books. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Books. Show all posts

Sunday, July 19, 2015



Saacha Dorji

The Last Laugh
Subtitle (if available)

A tearfully sentimental novel from Eastern Bhutan
Number of pages*

About 300 pages

Ist edition
Year of publication*

December 2015

Saacha Dorji
Postal address*
Darla Middle Secondary School
Darla, Chukha
Phone number*

Fax number

Email id*

I requested ISBN for my book. I wrote a short application to the incharge. I reproduced here for record.

The ISBN In-charge
National ISBN Agency for Bhutan
The Centre for Bhutan Studies
Thimphu, Bhutan

Subject: ISBN Requisition Form.


I am a teacher in Darla Middle Secondary School in Chukha. I am very pleased to inform you that I have just finished my novel titled ‘The Last Laugh’ (Title not finalized). The book tells about a small village, where modernity is fast entering, changing, and affecting the mindset of people ubiquitously, unimaginably. In the 1980s, Bhutan experienced modern development like western education, roads, radio and others. It presents the plights of life as such and tries to let go and accept the stigma of life. 

I hope to publish it by this year. I have given it now for editing. I therefore need ISBN to publish this book. I would be very grateful if you could allocate ISBN for my book. Please find attached a copy of ISBN requisition form for your information in this mail.

Thank you for considering my application and I look forward to hearing from you.

Thanking you,

Yours faithfully,
Saacha Dorji

Friday, July 10, 2015

My New Novel

My Rough Cover Page

I have almost done with my novel. I feel good when I go through my final draft. This is the work of seven years. I have been creating a story which everyone has a dreamt of creating, and where every one of us has experienced. It is about 71,000 words. This book wouldn’t have completed without great support from my family and parents, which I have mentioned in my acknowledgement. Thank you Mr. Monu Tamang for going through the draft and suggesting me to write this, not that. Now, I am looking for a real good editor. I hope to publish it by this year.

The story is set in a small village, where modernity is fast entering, changing, and affecting the mindset of people ubiquitously, unimaginably. In the 1980s, Bhutan experienced modern development like western education, roads, radio and others.

…and there was a boy, who sang, but who sang nowhere.

The Last Laugh (Title not finalized) is a tearfully sentimental novel. The book is woven sensitively with susceptible environment and people. Legpa (My male hero or protagonist) has so diverse life; he grows up in a village, and with him Eulden (My female protagonist) also grows- schooling and dropping, participating in a harsh life of farming. Legpa connects a bridge of life, and love, but at last become a lie. Somehow, his life swings on a high-falutine for some time, but slowly diminishes everything; death, betrayal, drinking, all these leads him to the life lesser than where he has once begun. He faces so many discards and refutations. The slow, secret and painful decline from Eulden leaves him in devastation, changing the course of his life. The burden of secret love and the truth evades him at last.

Despite all, he struggles to survive harsh imbalanced life of development. The nations smiles, but at the corner people endure.

It’s the story about a trades, tragedies and travels portrayed through characters. The story is a vividly a fast-paced dramas grounded in reality with a powerful emotional experiences.  

Sevens are symbolic; Seven days, seven weeks, seven years! Every after seven, everything in and around him changes but his world remains same. Seven!

It is a ‘Guaranteed Happy Ending.’

I will leave with a small extract from the novel. (This is from the chapter 25)

“Yes, sir. Yes sir,” Legpa repeated, extracting some strength and pushing forward. At that moment, the villagers; small children, young, men, women, old looked perplexedly to Legpa, and there were mutters.
“What do you want to say?” Zorpay looked at his eyes cunningly.
“Zorpay, your sycophancy is enough now,” Legpa attacked him.
“Sit down, tell him to sit down. You don’t know anything, you are just a hatched egg,” Zorpay shouted at him.
“This is our time, you old man. A new time,” Legpa blurted out to Zorpay and continued. “I know sir; the third ‘M’ is Marijuana plant…” He hung.
“Who said?” the village Tshogpa, Tawala said in a controlled manner.
“Marijuana is a drug…” Legpa gathered his courage.
“It’s milk, the ‘M,’ the cow’s milk la,” Tawala hinted saying to Legpa, “Don’t overact, sit down.”
“Let him speak?” the fat reporter smiled at Tawala’s foolishness.

I will write the key facts about the novel next, and other details about the novel. I will also share how I begin writing and difficulties faced while writing on this blog page. Keep visiting. Thanks.

Thursday, May 7, 2015

Book Fair and Halving Budget

As an all-time avid reader and bibliophile, I am very thankful for organizing the book fair in Mongar and Punakha. To promote readers, to promote reading habits, to promote knowledge, and make knowledge based society; there is need of exhibitions frequently in different places in the country. I feel books should be made available everywhere; in every small towns, on the highways, hotels, home, and in the classroom. It should be made easily accessible. If Bhutan is to weigh against other countries than the books are our weapons; the main windows in the walls. We must therefore read books and value books to understand, to evaluate and foster knowledge and information. Our people must read and access changing ideas and expressions.

I feel this book fair is not only a good chance to make money by book enterprises but also provides different choices of book to our readers in a concession rate. The government of Bhutan is kind enough to give certain budget to purchase books for school library to all schools in country. The books are bought from the book fair by respective school. But this year, the budget has been slashed more than half in case of Chukha Dzongkhag. This slashing of budget is not a good decision. It’s good to save for the future, which Bhutan does, but things like saving for the books is not a good idea. This year the budget to buy books have been more than halved. For example, a school previously got nu.100, 000/, now got less than nu. 40,000/ or less. The reason why the Dzongkhag has chopped the budget is not very clear. It must be tax deduction or saving for the years to come.

In addition, this year being the reading year, the deducting of budget to buy more new books and read more new books is contradictory. I would be grateful, if, schools could spend as much as money to buy books than hoarding money in the closet.
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Saturday, August 23, 2014

My Small Oeuvre

I am a self taught writer, and therefore, self acclaimed writer. My world is between fantasies and the real me. I have been trying myself to write, and most probably for my own satisfaction. I kind of develop satisfaction when I have completed my little ideas in writing. I have been maintaining my creation from class VIII, and so I have so many amateur articles. I have seven or eight exercise books as of now, all filled with so many stories, poems, letters, songs, etc, and all of them have been my solace, a true friend. Some of them are quite shameful to read now, as they are very tender, substandard, and at times shoddy as they have faltering ideas, language, grammar, all immature ones. They are really infant. I am no better now. I have sent some of those articles to our newspapers, and they were kind enough to publish my articles. I was also awarded many times for my creations, that encouraged me further. I also wrote many anonymous articles, most of them complaint letters, a few others. I have those few articles published in newspapers photographed on this blog. Many articles were misplaced. These photographs are dark as I shot in a dark room now.