Names’ Matter

Why is Barack Obama called Obama?

Name is not merely a name. It’s not only used for identification and identity. Name, however, truly shows the personalities and attributes of a person. The name means a lot. I would like to recall those typical names.

There was Nagchung (Sharchop: black), whom I met in class seven, who had a black face and black heart.

There is Zangmo(good), who does all good things for her own benefits… eh…to others.

And there is Gunda Raj(goonda king) from India, who does all goonda things

And Elizabeth (Queen Elizabeth), who always talk all ills about good Queen Elizabeth

There is Phenchung (helper), who speaks about others and fills his own pocket.

And Dangpo and Mottay(fat) are really fatty dangpos.

And you know Towpai (cow’s name) face looks like the shape of a cow’s face.

Samzang is the person of good heart and full of religious conduct. One of my characters in the book is also Samzang who is beguiled by Ratu, the Tatu(naughty) in the book.

All these bad –sounding names are not named now. Many people like to have westernized names, for Bhutanese, there is Sonam David Backhang or popestar Jackson Dorji or Sara Chokiss. Nowadays, many Bhutanese names are a combination of rich celebrities around the world… for example, Jigdrel Uwang Cheks (JUC), a bit difficult to pronounce to a typical Bhutanese people. One name or three names, a person still remains as who she/he is, OR does it have some force in these powerful sounding names. Well…It has for those modern-likable people.

What is Religion?

The world of illusion;

Undefined of, I provoke, delusion

Some say it is the fount of aggressiveness,

Sans description in the compressiveness.

Apostasy too a nihilisms pinnacle in crime,

Shall never trek to nirvana

Alienation of suffering we wanna,

Elicit is the land of joy and manna.

It stipulates mothers of samsaric desire

As a detector, won’t lavishing a mare,

Religion by whom it detests,

Deluge to labyrinth samsara fastest.

Dreamingly dwelling in a mystery region,

Dedicators sin is a ransom by religion,

Altruist it adores that bears mercies;

A practitioner shall lucre many fancies.

Religion counsels us to pray,

Magnitude to discard being samsaric’s prey;

It adversely advocates being parsimony,

In addition, hotch-potch the learning of economy.

Our sublime mind never realizes,

When passionately, life get summarize,

After religion’s profound knowledge life gets discourage,

Thus, for the cessation scourge.

Reincarnation of Lama, the true racy;

We worldly lover never understanding seem dicy;

Some carp religion with horror;

Forlorn that path to heaven gets an error.

Delve the indebt to virtuous,

Are the impetus instruments to victorious?

Virtuous is a next life summons;

Jekyll and Hyde are miracle judges in common.

Why some rebirth in the family of tycoon,

Other in hut houses, on top homeless by the typhoon;

Past phenomena give the present fruition,

Never regain by fortution.

True action commitment, reap in bliss

Peace of pleasure and joy in a bliss that we shall kiss.

Note: This poem (an original version/not edited) was written by my brother Karma Dendup, 17 years ago. I didn’t understand when he read this piece to me often. But it inspired me a lot. Thank you bro. What I am now is part of you.

Love Hurts

Falling in love hurts

Secretly it kills you

Unable to say

Unable to disclose

That, how much you like her.

And it kills you more

When you have another

And you love them so much

What is wrong to love both?

Ashamed of one or other

You have the lousiest life to lead.

You simply play a round

Who is in love bound?

You simply don’t count

From where does love fount

So it kills you more

Deep inside the core

You have the lousiest life

And it’s like cutting like a knife.

I am You

I am you

I am what you are

I am an army to an army

I am an animal to an animal

I am what you are

I am the best

When you are the best

And I am the worst

When you are worst.

Such is I

Me, myself

You, yourself

You are what to me

When you are not me

I can’t stand

I am not what I am

I am what you are

I can’t be myself.

Society compressed me to be

Conformed to the values, they say

I am in the middle of worms

Trying to eat

I am made up of people

I am you

I am a human mortal.