Gains of Going Odd

When I was a child,

My parents said, 'Don’t play this and that.'

But I played.

When I was a school kid,

The teachers said, 'Work hard.'

And I listened not.

Now i am married;

She said, 'Learn from others’ husbands.'

But I closed my eyes.

When I have a child,

He said, 'Let me do this and that.'

And I let him!

                                             

 Because

everyone taught me a lesson or two;

Playing taught me to learn,

Laziness taught me to work hard,

Comparison taught me to realize who I am.

And I let them pass

Than nothing at all!

 It truly is true; nothing in life is failure. Ones philosophy of life is another niggling to it. Everything will be good if let naturally of its own. There is one side in life; your side, which will be always be right side.

Rights to Write

Writers in ancient times were known as the great creator (makers), philosophers, and constituters of society. Aristotle, Plato, Homer - to name a few-were glorified.

The Death of the Writer and the Death of the Reader

Art and literary works were considered as unique creations of the artists but for long time. People were serious about the purpose of producing art and literary works. Shakespeare, Milton, Hardy, Wordsworth, Keats, Dickens, Brontes, etc, bore a deep meaning. Dramas, novels, poetry, and books predominated society.

Now, in this era called the postmodernist, every Tom, Dick, and Harry or every Sonam, Tashi, and Pema is a writer. With the onset of computers, media and advancements in technology, television and computers are dominating society. People no longer believe in art and literary works bearing one unique meaning; they would rather believe in deriving their own meanings from pieces of art and literature. It is the time when everybody writes, but nobody reads. Interactive media and the Internet led to the distribution of knowledge.  Copying and preservation of art and literary works by the means of digital media is the means of an artist becoming less popular.

A dying reading habit because of modern amenities looks like there is no future for a writer. Our youth are carried away by ‘mouse,’ ‘robotics,’  ‘trends,’ ‘phoning phone,’  ‘dinky-hinky,’ ‘kinky-pinky’ life, nets, etc, not ‘inky-bingo’ life. And men are occupied by ‘minting monies,’ ‘gambling-wagering,’ ‘whoring-pourboire.’ Where is the scope of the writer to be appreciated in this environment?

I wish and is selflessly dedicate many writers to write, promoters to promote, readers to read, and to conquer by words. But the truth is readers have conquered words and words have no meaning to them. Writers, therefore, have a bleak future.

Life is…

Mixing and matching,
Twisting and turning,
Praying and hoping,
Dreaming and considering,
Never knowing yet always knowing,
Wanting to, yet not wanting to,
Mixing my heart,
Matching my soul to others,
Twisting fate with the flick of time,
Turning my life over,
Hoping that it would end,
Praying that bad things never happen,
Thinking it was beginning,
Wishing of good things,
Dreaming of its coming,
Considering letting it steal within
Never knowing if it's true,
Always knowing that it's there.
Wanting to live in the light,
Not wanting the darkness to come,
The love of another
The dreams of someone close,
Remembering what we used to do,
Can it come back if we pray so?

Note: This piece is an inspiration of those who puddle and pucker life.

The Boss Eater

What do you expect when you hate your boss and the head in return hates you?

Total destruction!!!

 Destruction: Disturbing the whole of the administration, disturbing the relationship, disturbing the personal happiness, and disturbing dreams in the sleep. And you have the feeling of pushing the person to the deepest hell and be away from it. But life is life; the person passes in pestering, objecting, and all that you don’t like to hear. 

I have worked under seven heads and wonder how many more in my life before I too become a head! That is quite an atrophy, I have never liked to creep on someone else life, and never will they. Some bosses were as good as a head should be and some heads were as bad as a snake (I have a sense of senselessness when I see a snake). Please note the point of writing this: I have neither personal grudge nor envy of the success but having received some ill-treatments from some bosses with no reason, I smeared.

 My mother told me when I joined my first job, “Whatever you do, do those please heads.”  This advice still lingers in my knotty head, “What that pleases me?”

And my mother was right, after seven years of job under different heads, I came to a conclusion that everybody does not please the work but one must please bosses and the bosses please the subordinates with opportunities and grades in return.

However, I am a kind of radical person; I please my services and customers with not much botheration of the head. Some heads clap and some slap on my face. Difficult to understand, colleagues say, follow the middle path-not too much, not too less, just rickety-tick over, so-so kind of work and some kinds of craps to bosses. i feel, there is no destination for them but floundering on it as that is not a hard work but soft lips. There is no distinction between sincere and insincere.  There is no world of own, as the world belongs to head. The head is the curry cooker, frying all kinds of vegetables in the same cooker. The head is his/her own way and that co-worker must follow the rigid set of his/her philosophy. There is no growth. A father wants his son to become exactly like him and then would father become happy and on the other hand, the son has no extension of his life. It is a reprobate death.

It is sad to know, there are many bosses of this kind, I think their training on management, administration, etc, and what so certificates do not count when they have any basic value of head.

I think one responsibility as a leader is to admonish the troops who fall out of line and not appreciate those who fall out from the line. I also think a head should be an archetype of where he is living, broadminded, acceptable, committed, responsible, etc (The qualities and principles of heads). But as I’ve seen and learned from my many heads it turned out to be absolutely contrary to many good heads. Because of these so-called bogus heads, everything gets spoil, the taste of the curry is made because of the salt and the head is like a big pinch of salt. When this taste adder sometimes plays a trick with his/her subordinates that becomes fishy. I have seen the incidences of bullying subordinates; threatening to award less points in the final rating, and even to the point of abusing minorities. And blah blah blah…

After these entire mistakes, we say, “Head is always right.”

“Is it one head or many heads that is right?” I have a question for the readers.

The Dragon New Year

Isn’t New Year celebrated with pomp and joy by every race around the world?

99% of do that.

 BUT, What is there to celebrate, when we have multiply antagonisms and complications that are arising every year? Like new diseases, new terrorist groups, new WMDs, new problems. Nothing great to celebrate. No new joy and no new peace. What is new in the New Year? I have no New Year fever, no excitement but only worries about new problems.

Why is New Year called ‘new?’ ‘New’ should be flawlessly new. I will have no new brain to think, a new cloth, no new shoes, and no new meal. Nothing new. No gala, no new friend, no toasts of loved one, no new love-ah!  I am no New Year passionate; I am as usual as I. Nothing is great to rejoice on that day.

Years come and go. It is just the mark of the end of one year and the beginning of the next year and is the day on which the year count is incremented.

On that day, called the New Year, I will miss my dear and near ones far away in Bhutan. Alone here, and i would be reflecting the delighted faces and the scene of togetherness. But my new year resolutions keep me high, though I may not stick to any one of them. And it can sometimes hurt to plan ahead for 2012.  “New Year brings in new promises,” as many would say.

And I would like to leave here with a New Year poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox.

"What can be said in New Year rhymes,

That's not been said a thousand times?

The new years come, the old years go,

We know we dream, we dream we know.

We rise up laughing with the light,

We lie down weeping with the night.

We hug the world until it stings,

We curse it then and sigh for wings.

We live, we love, we woo, we wed,

We wreathe our prides, we sheet our dead.

We laugh, we weep, we hope, we fear,

And that's the burden of a year."

Blog and block from blockage

There are many worlds in the net world. The world of Twitter to twit, the world to blog for the bloggers, the world of Facebook for face time or-faced and Google to goof off with unwanted information, and yahoo to tell you tai-ho-a. And other scores of inactive terms carping to click.

Blog. And what I would like to call, ‘Blog and block from the blockage’ of knowledge is the recent site I am using and it will be of another addition of fun and weight - the weight to my body as well as weight to my mind! Sitting in front of a laptop and writing, reading is rewarding for intellectual growth but blog, twit, goof…what's not in the body.

Anyways, hope to have a good time; what's matter, at last, is not health and wealth but good times. Thank you Monu Tamang, my sincere and dedicated student for introducing me. I believe in you and am proud of you.

Everything is Possible. Just Go For It

Good time reading readers.

I am… ya…I am neither Martin Luther king, nor Shiv Khera, nor a Buddhist philosopher, nor Helen Keller to lecture on any topic. I am Simple Saacha Dorji, an original piece of earth.

I write; “If you have dreams, then you can do it,” and this is my small stuff which has titillated throughout life and here I write about it; dreams, aims, and aspirations.

“I Have a Dream,” the Martin Luther king’s speech at the gathering in the USA was a piece of speech to bring welfare and happiness to the American people. This was his dream.

And did he fulfill his dream?

 Of course, it turned out to be very short.

Likewise, every one of us has dreams, aims, and aspirations. Once you are on this earth, your dreams germinate like rivers. And if you are not able to fulfill these dreams, you tend to lose your head. And that is where you will have lots of shadows in your life.

Everyone has so many questions about dreams and aspirations. What is my true dream? The most important dream in my life? How will it come true? Where will I go? When will it fulfill? Etc and etc. Paulo Coelho (The Alchemist) wrote, "When you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it."  I think by now, you just have to dream and begin the journey, the journey from your heart.

I remember I had so many dreams. When I look back now, my dreams would have all become real. When I was eight years old, I had a passion for singing. One day, I sang in front of my class. Who (the hell) was there to bring my dream to an end - teachers and students? I became a fun bag. From that day, I was really brainwashed and every time, in my mind, it recurred, ‘I can’t sing well. I can’t sing well.’ And the next time, when I was asked to sing, I wanted to disappear underground. (Of course, I’ve other dreams realizing slowly now -I’d like to write in the next article about this)

We have many hesitations in our dreams. We are frightened/discouraged, if once if we couldn’t perform well. We expect readymade results. We don’t believe in ourselves and don’t have the courage to move on. These are walls. The walls between you and the future world.

In the movie, “Field of Dreams,” there was a different type of dream portrayed. In the movie, Iowa Farmer Ray Kinsella, had a dream and vision to build a basketball court in the cornfield. That vision in his mind too was not discussed and asked to anyone. What kind of dream is this? It actually is building a castle in the air!

Do you know your reality? Do you ask and discuss your dreams frequently? Or, are you afraid of people who will mock you with your dreams? Or, you truly believe in your dreams and worship your dreams and don’t want to discuss them with others? Ask, and you will get answers to all these rhetorical questions.

I realized now, my singing dream could have been fulfilled. Don’t you think so? A force pulled me down so that I had to leave that dream. Force? Yes, forces are our teachers, our parents, our environment, and our friends, who influence.

Dreams are like seeds. If we put those seeds in the soil properly, it will surely grow into a fruitful harvest. But who bothers; forces again!

The inside force is stronger than the exterior one. Is that so? Yalp. That’s the fact. So we must believe from the vision inside; should have discipline and determination. We are all-powerful. We can also climb the highest mountain. We can also make alcohol out of water. I am not talking about magic; I am talking about dreams come true, your inner heart, and your inner dreams. If you have interest, hard work, courage, and God in you, whatever work you do, everything will come true. You can go for that.

Regards.

Saacha Dorji