Earthquake is a Lesson

We don’t have to do anything. Nature does everything. A devastating earthquake in Nepal destroys the lives of thousands. Natural calamities like an earthquake are difficult to predict and can sweep whole humanities. Did you know that the lord Buddha’s teacher was nature? He enlightened under a Bodhi tree; a tree taught him to be nature like and natural. The ultimate GOD is NATURE. The powerful nature destroys and creates; it leaves no stone unturned to punish sinful acts of animals like us. It tries to wipe out the destroyer of nature. When the disaster strike, people flock to help each other, come and share love, truth, and become faithful. Are they like this when the world is normal? when tragedy doesn’t shamble us? No, I would say. They cheat, fabricate, and terrorize. Catastrophes like this teach us to love and live.

Thank god, God blessed Bhutan as is not affected by the earthquake. I would like to express my deep sympathies and condolences to victims of earthquakes in Nepal, India, Bangladesh, and Tibet. 

I would like to leave with a photo of the national flag of Bhutan at half-mast to show our deep sentiments, condolences, and mourning to those victims and affected by the earthquake.

 

My Khayey Poem

From Google

This poem is purely the product of my personal experience of remote-kind of hard, but easy-comfort and free life! The countryside was it! How I spent nights chasing animals from the field crops. And at last, in the end, animals and I would be friends in the night. Animals like deer, when I make noises are saved from the tiger.

Khayey (Sharchopa Term): Stilt hut; a tall hut made up of bits and parts of woods, poles, leaves, etc, and usually made as a house for guarding farmlands.

It’s hard

Hard in the rains or shines

But it’s free

It’s demanding

Calculating the yields and the meals

But it’s carefree.

A Khayey is a thatched banana leaves

In which, through perforated leaves see the moon

Moon is the king in the night

Like wild animals are.

The Khayey itself is all naturally built;

Tall poles, little poles, leaf of verities

In this nature, a human as I stand;

With an insipid fire burning near my bed.

My maize plants surround the Khayey

The tall and tilting, swings gently

Sometimes waves are just under my feet

Who protects?

Anyways, the fresh evening breeze keeps fresh

I can hear every tiny sound

The sound of all insects and creatures…

The sound of cuckoo…

The chatting of birds…

The sound of animals rushing beside the farmland

It’s their world.

Slowly the sound dies

But my friends come into life

Not bothering whose crops they are destroying;

What I have?

What they have?

I shout, throw stones piled beside my head

My guests sprint down for a minute or two.

But soon,

Alas! Loud roars roar the deep valley of the forest

making different sounds

There is commotion

‘My deer,’ I cried

And the only way to help them from the prey

Is just to shout continuously

I expect some of them to come near my Khayey

And take refugee.

But it is a two-way blockage

It is an easy trap for a tiger

And he would never leave having one

There is a painful cry of deer for many minutes,

As he drags down the valley.

Oh dear, it is painful to have my favorite orange deer

(I saw her the previous evening)

And I believe it’s all because of me

To have chased away from my field

As she came here for the refugee

If she has been a refugee here

Then where is my refugee place?

The sinking thought answer silently in the night.

Cluster Sports Meet 2015

Darla school is hosting the cluster schools sports meet. It begins on 16^th, and it will go on till 19^th April 2015. There are five Middle and Higher secondary schools from lower Chukha Dzongkhag. They are Darla MSS, Gedu HSS, Pashikha HSS, Chumithang MSS, and Kamji MSS. Many outdoor and indoor games will be played during these four days. Today, on the first day, many athletics were won by our host school.  I hope other schools may not go back to their schools with all red, red faces-so very defeated! 

After this cluster meets, there will be Dzongkhag meet, and then regional meet, and then a national level. I leave with some snapshots for the day:

Today When I Come to the School

My son recited a poem during the school poetry recitation competition on 27-3-2015. I wrote a simple poem for him. It is about what he sees when he goes to school. Full video:

https://www.facebook.com/pema.tashi.520

 

Today when I come to the school

The road was full of mules

Students were walking

And something they were talking.

Today when I come to the school

I saw a milkman in his pool

Pouring milk in his jar

And keeping inside his car.

Today when I come to the school

I saw a class pp child so cool;

By hanging on the prayer wheel

Breaking the rule is what I feel.