Sunday, September 7, 2014

GHN on the Wall


I went to Pashikha MSS yesterday (6/9/14) to judge the Wall Magazine competition for classes VII to X. It was their annual competition, and I found it both fascinating and informative to see so many creative articles and artworks. I really appreciate the hard work the students put in.

The theme of the wall magazines, however, was an overused and clichéd one: GNH and Life Skills. There’s been a lot of hype around it, and to be honest, I’m only a little into the topic because I don’t fully understand it. I feel that GNH has brainwashed many of our students. They talk about GNH, they write about GNH—but do they truly live a life guided by GNH philosophy? This beautiful and original philosophy, gifted by our King, must not become unoriginal or be gambled away.

Anyway, I have some hazy photos here.
A tree of knowledge/lamp

Improvised handy works from waste materials

A student explaining their works

GNH through the lens. What can you see?

Over trite... life skills

Life game

Doremon...???

The time you enjoyed, wasting is not a wasted time. Then what is wasted time?

Beautiful artworks

Literacy and sustainable development? so illiterate cannot sustain. Is it?

Judge judging

Beauty occurs itself and so is ugly

Paper waste flower vase

Lollypop GNH

Bhutanese Mikey mouse

open the curtain of knowledge

one of my articles there. no author acknowledgment

Interesting topic. I hope to write a book with this title

It means a lot

Four pillars lift Bhutan

Tribute to Ama


Pakshikha MSS Icons and followers

GNH bird... a tiger...then a pig would come there

Jurors evaluating

Interesting Bhutanized poem

Nice decoration with nothing on the wall...cl.VIIs' i guess

The flavor of Bhutanese Buddhism is GNH

Things from Zhemgang and past


At least an ogle at the end

Tuesday, September 2, 2014

Constellations is a Chilling Song

I love Jack Johnson's "Constellation." The lyrics are beautiful, and the sound is damn chilling—it actually shifts my mood. There's a poetic quality to it, a calm, cherishing feeling of those little moments when you're just watching the sunset and staring at the stars. The lyrics carry such deep meaning. It's like he truly understands life—how to live it, the gift of it, and where real beauty lies. His other songs, like "If I Could" and "Breakdown," are must-listens.

It's amazing how "we drew our own constellations." That line feels like a play on "drawing conclusions"—drawing toward an end. This song is amazing, just like every other Jack Johnson track.

And that other line—"listen close enough, all else fades... fades away"—hits me right in the gut. It's chilling because it's true.

This song helps me build and hold onto beautiful memories of my child, my family, and the passing of time.





Jack Johnson is a Hawaiian-folk singer-songwriter. He is a soft rocker, surfer and filmmaker.  

And I would like to leave here with my favorite song, Constellations.




"Constellations"

The light was leaving
In the west it was blue
The children's laughter sang
And skipping just like the stones they threw
Their voices echoed across the way
It's getting late

It was just another night
With a sunset
And a moonrise not so far behind
To give us just enough light
To lay down underneath the stars
Listen to papa's translations
Of the stories across the sky
We drew our own constellations

The west winds often last too long
The wind may calm down
Nothing ever feels the same
Sheltered under the Kamani tree
Waiting for the passing rain
Clouds keep moving to uncover the scene
Stars above us chasing the day away
To find the stories that we sometimes need
Listen close enough
All else fades, fades away

It was just another night
With a sunset
And a moonrise not so far behind
To give us just enough light
To lay down underneath the stars
Listen to all the translations
Of the stories across the sky
We drew our own constellations.