Coming Home

Come the 17^th July, I am going home. I am completing my MA course. And I am completing the first class result. I tried to be the best. And I got it. Literature is tough. Rote learning still matters here.

Anyways, I longed for this. Come what may, I wouldn’t turn back to this place. I have had enough of everything nowhere. I simply feel jaded. I will do my everyday business-teaching in Bhutan. I love teaching, and it’s my life. I get a kind of true satisfaction, happiness, joy, etc when I see my students flying higher than me, and swinging their life. One of my intentions as a human being is to help better other’s life. I little contribute; a pinch of salt, to taste life better. I think now, I will be able to help anyone more with my advanced skills and knowledge. I will try, and I will not let anyone down.

Here is a song by Chris Daughtry's Home.’ I love this song. My son and I often play and sing while driving. My dear son, your papa is coming home. Let’s sing. This is our home. Let’s sing together before we go to our permanent home.

Home

I'm staring out into the night,
Trying to hide the pain.
I'm going to the place where love
And feeling good don't ever cost a thing.
And the pain you feel's a different kind of pain.

Well I'm going home,
Back to the place where I belong,
And where your love has always been enough for me.
I'm not running from.
No, I think you got me all wrong.
I don't regret this life I chose for me.
But these places and these faces are getting old,
So I'm going home.
Well I'm going home.

The miles are getting longer, it seems,
The closer I get to you.
I've not always been the best man or friend for you.
But your love remains true.
And I don't know why.
You always seem to give me another try.

So I'm going home,
Back to the place where I belong,
And where your love has always been enough for me.
I'm not running from.
No, I think you got me all wrong.
I don't regret this life I chose for me.
But these places and these faces are getting old,

Be careful what you wish for,
'Cause you just might get it all.
You just might get it all,
And then some you don't want.
Be careful what you wish for,
'Cause you just might get it all.
You just might get it all, yeah.

Oh, well I'm going home,
Back to the place where I belong,
And where your love has always been enough for me.
I'm not running from.
No, I think you got me all wrong.
I don't regret this life I chose for me.
But these places and these faces are getting old.
I said these places and these faces are getting old,
So I'm going home.
I'm going home.

Give, and you Shall be Given Kick.

If you give anything free, you will be misrepresented and wronged someday. I have learned this, that free without heart kills. DPT is right in some ways. Go on banning Druk Prohibition Party (DPT), if you win the next time.

Sometimes, religious philosophies mislead you. Says the religions, “Give, and it shall be given to you (Luke 6: 38),” “Give to those needy poor (a common Buddhist saying),” and etc. The truth is everyone needs; the rich need to get richer and the poor battle to become richer.

Give. I bet these human species will not give you back. They have learned to take and forget the good deeds. I have never heard anyone who has got so much free just like that. This freeness creates misapprehension in relationships as well. Because of giving, I lost many people in my life. One was my relatives, whom he had smilingly borrowed Nu.10, 000, but later he stopped talking with my family. I have had many grave experiences in my life like this. There was a boy. This crook has a grouchy mouth and has a habit of showing very bad behaviors. I taught him to be free many times. I expected nothing, but I was afraid of kicks. The Bhutanese has a saying, if you raise a horse, you will only get kicks. And the next time he asked me again. I have a job too. He became so dependent and so lazy that he couldn’t even read a single line from a book. The more I tell him to learn and improve himself, the more dependent he becomes. He wouldn’t listen. That’s how he gets angry. Now, I am considered mean and selfish, and he gets me wrong, and I get myself into a most awkward predicament, and I was in a problem, not him, at times.

Last time, we had a guest lecture, and it was free. Nobody attended it because it was free. Free seems to be worthless sometimes. Sharchops word for free is ‘Tongpa,’ and it literally means nothing, an empty. You have got to think about this.

This freeness has become an impediment to a peaceful life. Everything in life doesn’t come free as we think. Everything is cost-effective. It's do and get, pay and receive, not all the time receiving. Learn to give back. The receiver becomes lazy and dependent. The Buddhist teaching says that to reach an enlightened state, and if you want to see the door of heaven, one mustn’t search for and receive free but submit to get freedom.

In giving anything free, I feel we must take into some considerations, which I have listed as per my own experience.

1.      Why do you give free?

2.      How to give it?

3.      What will be the consequences?

4.      Future position?

5.      Only give it twice or thrice, and you will know the person. If you do every time, you are a fool.

I support DPT for their forceful and valid way of banning many things to bring to the right track. Go on DPT. And PDP (People’s Dead Party) farcically gives deadly attacks and deadly promises to kill DPT’s banning. Here is a small, a favorite joke of mine, where Prime Minister Jigme Y. Thinley (JYT) proudly declared in one of the gatherings before the 2008 election in Nanong. He said that there are three ‘JIGMEs’ in Bhutan, in which the country may not function if two are missing; the BIG Jigme (the king), the Small Jigme (JYT), and the Smaller Jigme (JD) who is not in the picture. The survival of smaller Jigme makes me laugh. The smaller Jigme survives his life beating his goat skin-coated Dramyang (Bhutanese guitar).

This autocratic statement by JYT to the Bhutanese media was really striking and strong.  (Click for more info. The Bhutanese). He warned media house owners and also accused the media of creating disharmony and spoiling the country’s image. The DPT President said, “I will not leave you.” I am with him. The media will become strong. Facts and concrete prove will be reported. The freedom of the press doesn’t mean that they have the freedom to give false information or news to the public. In a free society and especially democratic rule, we should not take offense at our beliefs or wrongs being criticized. That is the hallmark of a healthy vibrant democracy. Though, censorship and banning is the character of totalitarianism. Yet some standards of totalitarianism regime must not be allowed to drop, if so, that would bring hatred and stifle the very liberal ideas of a vibrant democracy. The cost of freedom comes with the cost of sacrificing another.

Some media must be banned to have a humane lifestyle in society. Some harmful social media like Facebook, Omega, etc, kill times, distract life, erode culture, and direct a false life. China had banned many such media to bring goodness to the country. We too can live without some of these harmful channels. If we can ban, we are moving forward, not backward; to a civilized;  culturally, and socially attached life. Banning Tobacco has a significant benefit, and it was the right move. Ban. Ban freedom to understand what freedom is, and to value freedom. Ban.

Gibberish

Sometimes, to kill time, I write whatever comes to my mind; jabberwocky.  The below is the product of nonsense thoughts. It almost killed me, when I read it.

A man adjusted his bow

And was trying to shoot a crow

The crow scoots away that made him sad

But the crow was very glad.

Coming out, he shouted with a rage;

There was a lonely hill’s sage

“Today is not your day,”

And he called him, and continued. “Let’s pray.”

The angry man was despair

And said he, “Life is not fair,

I have to fed my wife,

And she will cut me with a knife.”

The fair sage gave a sudden smile

And thought for a little while

Said he, “To fed your wife, you don’t kill,

Send her to me in the hill.”

The surprised man shouted on his face

And in-between them was a little space

And said he, “You dirty oaf,

Crow is my wife’s favorite loaf.”

No Reason

His eyes are on fire.

What is this nonsense desire?

Near her, a man stands;

Jealousies, pains, itches; creeping,

What is he whispering?

So near, he stands.

Wish he is dead,

Before he wakes from the bed.

He has no reason to say,

But if he could he wants to flay!

She talks softly,

And also she smiles.

Why aren’t you the same with him lately?

It is vile like biles.

You paw-like cat,

And he can smell rats.

He has nothing to say,

But you treat him like clay.

Some people don’t know what love is;

Love is nothing.

You love someone without reason.

 You simply love something,

 But in reciprocal you’re in the worst season.

 Some people don’t know what jealousy is;

   Jealousy is love for someone.

It says you’re better than anyone,

And you’re being cared for the most

You simply resent with no reason, at the most.

 Some people can talk so much good

 but have no basic understanding of what is love.

  They simply ditch away like a piece of wood,

And with the smallest thing, you get hurt in love.

 Some people have no good heart to know about love-hurts.

They simply cry without understanding much of what is hurt.

They simply put a full stop in love,

And suffer from the lack of love.

Memories

Fresh memories come back

of the path we sauntered,

It was the days of delight with you.

I cherish, and live in the memories,

And the rest, I leave to God.