My Small Oeuvre

I am a self-taught man of words, and therefore, self-acclaimed writer. My world is in 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 of them 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 infants. 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, which encouraged me further. I also wrote many anonymous articles, most of them complain 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.

Many Little Stories in Mysore

A birds-eye view of Mysore

One place to visit once in a lifetime as an ardent follower of Buddhism is Mysore – the sore cleanser of the life, they say. It is one of the centers of religious discourses and higher studies. Therefore, the place is much worshiped and known all over. The golden temple is the main attraction in the locality. Popularly established by the late Penor Rinpoche, the greatest Tibetan saint and lama, the monastery holds hundreds of monks, thousands of devotees from across the world. Though, the Nyingmapa sect of religion is practiced mostly, but there are many other monasteries in an around; like Dalai Lamas, Shedras, nunneries, etc for an assorted group of people.

It was three of us to stay there for a night. Our visit was mainly to see the late kudung/body of Penor Rinpoche. Not only we were sanctified by the sacred kudung, but we also visited many illustrious temples. Our Lopen, who was known to junior Sangay explained every significant history of everything. We were impressed. Everything had a story. A small stone displayed was said to be the heaviest that no one could lift. And there was grief-stricken, a very crossed/crying Guru Rinpoche, and there was a depiction of the hell…and it went on. It was only a chorten – a wish-fulfilling chorten that most people circumambulated. There was a story behind this, like everything. Visit and know. It is worth it.

Monks were not supposed to eat meat, but it killed me when our guide monk comfortably ordered chicken kabab. I felt pain in my stomach. I was really in the wrong place to order chicken myself in front of him, instead, I ordered mushroom Manchuria. Sangay instead preferred onions slices than chicken Kabab. We told that sangay should buy kilos of onions from Mysore. True. With the change of time and places, we like different things.

And Tshering is no ordinary guy, a person who in the beginning was the most on the go, sleeps in reality. Tshering got a kind of sleeping disease upon reaching Mysore. Tshering didn’t talk much, because he had a sore on his tongue. I told him not to kiss too much. Our guide Lopen told us that one gets impregnated by sleep, or freshen our mind, because of the power of the religious sanctity. I guess Tshering had been carrying all religious holiness and sacredness that made him so tired and sleepy. He slept a day, a night. I was like cock, every time waking him up to go and visit monasteries.

And there was a group of girls, who had come to see monks in the monasteries. They were having a good time with monks, supposedly trulkus. Yes, now about trulkus, one of the monks told me that Mysore is the factory of trulkus. Hundreds of trulkus are just trulkus. The late Penor Ripoche being very compassionate and humane accepted whoever came to him saying trulku. Even if you have gone declaring yourself as trulku, the Rinpoche would have recognized. This was what some monks told me. No, I don’t want to also. I said to them. I have seen so many fake trulkus walking out with unimaginable things; money, women, rape, murder, etc. I told them. A good example was what we/monks had seen just in the monastery’s guest house, a moment ago. Trulkus were sleeping in the same room where a group of girls were sleeping.  Why do women like monks? It really burns my eyes.

And Tshering had a headache every time someone talked about how unfaithful some women were. And with his headache, he went to sleep, peacefully. It killed me.

The Dead Days

Except for a little travels, I had have been on a long break from this mundane world, the break was not as mundane as it should have been like before. But now, I have still a time enjoy the break and I will drink the life to lees. I had done nothing productive til now. I just wanted to see how life passes without doing anything and the life did pass. I didn’t have any big thoughts, dreams, works, or projects in my mind. It was simply empty, and I wanted to make my mind as empty as a newborn child. So, I slept, ate, drove, watched television, talked, drank, and did nothing.  Useless it may seem, and it was so. The truth is there is nothing meaningful as such as we think. Everything is useless as stink food. Time passes, life moves on to decay. Nothing exists.

The weather outside was very cold but not so inclement. From time to time, I went outside and watched snow-capped mountains and took photos. It was beautiful. But the nip in the air was it as I have to roll up inside the blankets or be seated near the Bukhari (Bhutanese heater/fire) all day. Winter is cruel and it is rightly said. My son and I have to fight to keep ourselves warm. Most of the time, he would have fully engaged in playing games on the computer. My wife got exercise with her kitchen chores. I assisted her a lot. She would bundle up inside her several clothes when she is cold. She would have worn around seven to eight shirts and a jacket at this time of the year.

There is a kitchen garden near our kitchen. It has some vegetables, mostly radishes, broccoli, sags, big turnips, and coriander. It is so a natural product. Now we love nature, everything from nature in this artificial world. That is what we cared about.  I dug the garden and even extended it. Even after extending the garden, our garden grew into a size of not more than a spacious bathroom.  We sowed seeds; maize, beans, cucumber, potatoes, etc for the coming months. Hope to have a bountiful harvest from this red soil. Yes, the soil was as red as rose, and we needed to spray dung as thick as fingernails. So we got different dung; cows, chickens, horses to have a bountiful harvest. Let’s wait and see. Hope.

A Car Named Desire

Are you a mobile gadgets freak?  Do you change your mobile frequently?  How many mobiles do you have? Are some questions many people are asking these days.

Nobody would deny that this is an electronic age. We are living here. There are a lot of new things which have made our life so easy. Mobile phone is one of them which can be seen as the most used in the present-day phenomenon and in this fast-growing time. The mobile phone is a revolutionary step in the field of telecommunication.

Now there are many branded mobiles for people. There are different varieties of Nokia, you have Samsung, 

you have a blackberry, and you have iPhones - iPhone five-the latest.

Last time, my friend bought an iphone4, which was quite expensive but utterly useless to me, though it has so many facilities. I am not a kind of mobile freak. I don’t really like mobiles. We must remember this: Using cell phones too much is harmful to human health and can increase the risk of brain cancer. Not only that it harm eyes. There were many times, I didn’t even carry a mobile. Simple Nokia is enough for me. I can call with it anywhere around the world like apple phones with my Nokia. I have my laptop to use all facilities like mobile. Why need two when one is all that enough. Human desire is unlimited. The quick drop of an iPhone on the ground burns a year’s saving. Likewise, I never liked gold, silver, or whatever. Women love gold and jewelry. Human desire will go on if one never learns to cease. I never understand what the rationale behind people wearing gold is. There is no rationale as such for liking something and there is no reason to love; we simply love and like. I like cars; a very elegant and rich-looking cars. The car I bought in 2008, Hyundai Getz GVS was one of the nicest cars in that period but now it’s obsolete.

I love cars, but my Getz has bombarded; it has become quite expensive both in terms of fuel and maintenance. It’s now six years and I think I have fed him gallows of fuel. I was trying to sell him but it was difficult with new and cheap cars coming in. I like to buy a good BMW or Mercedes Ben, and for this, I think my family would have to have a piece of rice every meal. I wouldn’t do such a thing for personal desire, for personal happiness, for personal gains, etc. Now a thing is not only a thing. There are other things which mean a lot. One cannot deny the change in life with the change of time but when this change is over-exposed I think it’s pollution. I realize now that we must balance these two phenomena in order to create a healthy world.

My Getz GVS