My profession

Engineering is a simple but noble profession but doesn't mean all profession are not noble. I feel it depends on how we collaborate our work with the time we spend with books and pen or pencil. My daily responsibility just begin by waking early as 6 am and chanting a prayer to my Guru for the successful day ahead. Come next is preparation of breakfast and proceed to office.

Boredom saved.

With the vibrating sound of coaster bus picking up from Thimphu city around 7 am early, I was wondering  sitting next to her. All silent at initially with no movement and she left herself busy with earphone enjoying all Hindi lyrics. I didn't care even to introduce and know each other since we are all new as i feel. Few minutes from the station Lungtenzampa , a man beneath me asked " is she your wife?".
"No la" I said. " Sorry then, i thought she is your wife". He smiled for a while.
" Hey! driver music please" he shouted all the way from back sit number 19.
Dha ga dey ban na, dha ga dey ban na..nga choe lu shor so nhu...woke all the passenger when it just crossed the boundary line of 108 Dochula stupa. That played a major role to start our conversation.
"Hi! where are you going actually" she said. It sounds to me like a tough question although is simple to respond.
"Hi! am going to Monger" I said with little dumped.
The chat in between made us very familiar. We started having great time chatting, moving from our family to the life as of now. The distance hundred kilometer had found to be no meaning for we sitting together and enjoying the sweets love sounds. At a very short we are stopped for Lunch.
Resuming back on the bus she asked me" Won't you mine me sleeping on you shoulder?".  I was bit stucked of what to say.
"Yea" I said with smile.
"You too can lean on me if you are comfortable please" said she.
All is well that ends well. We end up keeping an eye on each other and sharing from the simple things.
Life is very short breathtaking adventure. Therefore each of us is responsible for creating our own piece of heaven like. So don't say boring journey if your all alone silent sitting at one corner......

Rigsum Goenpa

Rigsum Goenpa located about 2500 - 3000 meter above sea level is seven hours walk from Bumdelling was founded by lam Tshering Gyamtsho in 18th century which was closed disciple of 9th Je khenpo. The goenpa is more then 300 years ago. It was indeed my pleasure to visit this holy place and it is found to be my greatest achievement of my lifetime. Weather is fine, every people visiting back with full of smiles and happiness. For all visiting we are welcome sweetly by kennyer wholeheartedly. After some weeks of our period my circular trek started in Yangtse, a pretty town in Eastern Bhutan, located in a remote valley where terraces of rice and green and golden prayer wheels tinkles clear above rushing kholong chu. It was bright December morning that we are climbing above the Bumdelling along the leave shed oak and bright rare flowers of rhododendron.

Was it lunch time already? We stopped at peak of gonpa picnicking on red rice and beans, before moving for the visits to each NEY, a holy place at the head of the Gonpa, visited long ago by Guru Rinpoche. There, in the many stories behind for each NEY we step forward relating human life and the thing that many enlighten beings done for the benefits of all like the meditation cave, surrounded by strangely-shaped boulders, rocks and piles of stone phalluses balancing on top, travelling through dark stone-hole from (REEBOO), and lots of other amazing views. At mid night whole  we slept blissfully, lulled by the sound of tumbling waters and spinning prayer wheels in the guest room at Goenpa.

When morning came, the fragrance of incense hovered along the bank and we saw the sacred sites dotted in the nearby jungle through the NEYSHEYPA (Person who explain). Bubbling with excitement, he bounded like a deer from one place to the next, pointing out imprints of the Guru’s hair, the pool where he bathed, the rock where he prayed and so much more we could hardly follow.

There are many others places holy places. Something i cant make it to lead my life to next stage without visiting again ones more. My prayers are always with this place to find in the near future if possible....OM MA NE ED ME HUNG..OM AH HUNG BAZA GURU PED MA SEDHE HUNG....

Love and Marriage

Way through the life;

Analyzing with the LOVE;

Love is knowing;

Love is growing;

Love is showing;

Love is two people's rhyming;

True for all;

Last for null;

Just to fall;

And fight for dull.

Feeling as a part;

Followed was the MARRIAGE;
Life as a father;
Or life as a mother;
Treating as a elder;
Or calling as a sister;
And few as a brother.
What thy call life cycle;
Unusual some mingle;
Few depart as single;
Infinite breaks cycle.


Everyone is more beautiful;
Everyone is more handsome smart;
And many things brand new;
Choice of thy love is more beautiful;
More precious day-by-day;
Because they are flowers;
Planted yesterday for this day;
Time never changes;
And all that we live for;
Love and marriage is the shadow.

My life in CST

Sweet are memories lingered solitary CST life;
But no memories worth enjoyed for myself;
Fearing for the falling steps;
Seeking alternatives for minute helps;
And crossing threshold in the next,
Was single line filled and past;

Assignment messed with tests;
lecturers fussed with copy paste;
Marks rarely ticks full;
Fairly all fails of deadly dull;
Left weeks or months weak;
And retest decides at a peak.

Schedule tighten with loads;
Yet the Facebook always floats;
Life in here was purely tough sound;
Joy and sadness all around,
Take no tension, is our nature;
That affected only our future.

Poems and proverbs, axioms and wisdom;
Are only words as prayers and wisdom;
Still the nasty words to lecturers lends its charm;
Unflattering commend past meadow farm;
That was picture they fold;
And realize when the paper is unfold.

Image that lingers to life again;
To tell who,what, where, when;
Of the picture i take today;
Impossible someday to toss away;
The ones that never fails to make us smile;
To close our eyes and reminisce awhile.

All things comes to those who waits

“Karma, get up! Wash those plates and mugs we left unwashed yesterday” yelled Tashi from
under the blanket. It was 3:30 am. His fellow waiter snored on in oblivion. Tashi had gut only
to bully Karma; to all other he was mouse. The proprietor too picked karma.
“You ingrate! I give u food, and you can’t even wash your own plate? “Karma got u[ slowly
rubbing his eyes. He was in fact a hard worker, sleeping late, getting up early. Unfortunately, this
never registered with his boss.Karma went to kitchen to his usual routine of washing up. The kitchen door rattled as he open edit and disturbed his sleeping coworkers, who caught him by neck and slapped him. Karma’s cheeks were wet with tears but, without a murmur, he accepts his fate. To the customers, karma was a most gracious waiter; they all liked and tipped him well because, unlike the other, he was courtesy personified. Unfortunately, his money was always snatched by the proprietor, who falsely accused him of misappropriation. One winter evening, everyone was busy as it was the season customer visited most. The
proprietor’s son was busy going for the drive with their dates. Waiter flitted to and fro. Suddenly a glass slipped from Tashi’s hand and broke into fragments. “Who broke the glass?”. A shout from the counter. The proprietor in fury approached Karma and asked about the incident but he remains silent. “When you have the mouth to eat can’t you speak?” he shouted at karma who kept mum. “ I am sure you broke it. Did you?” His thick and hard palm came down to Karma, who sobbed in silent tears and spat saliva mixed with blood. When the proprietor left, Tashi thanked Karma and felt briefly sorry for him. The sight of his boss’s son in high spirit added to Karma’s woes. One auspicious day, the proprietor ordered his waiter to prepare a special lunch for themselves. The hotel was closed that day. Even Karma’s face was creased with smiles.
“listen my children” spoke the proprietor out of character. “I’m going to tell you a story.” With the glass of beer in his hand he began. “I was also poor boy at your age. My parent lived from hand to mouth. Later, I married a rich girl and then lived happily. After marriage, my parent too enjoyed for we had enough to eat.
Suddenly my wife, whom I so dearly loved, wished to divorce me. We had one child; I loved him as much as I did my wife. I couldn’t do anything for we lived on their wealth. Her parents were powerful; my parents and I had work hard. One day, like rage. I was discarded by my wife. She took away the child and then………………..” He could not continue. Tears wet his cheek. Wiping his eyes, he took another sip.
Karma could not hide his tears, listening to the proprietor’s tragic tale. “Ha! Ha! What happened, Karma? That is all over and I’m fine now” said the altered proprietor. “Come on, it’s a celebration, enjoy. Tomorrow, you will have to work as usual. No more fun and game”. The proprietor went on to ask “What do your parents do?” Wiping his tears Karma began:” I can’t say anything about my father because my mother said he died when I was young. As for my mother, she lived now with my drunkard stepfather, who
beats my mother and chase me out of the house. So I came to work in your hotel. Thank you for giving me food and shelter. “Where are you from?” “My mother’s name Jamyang Choden said we are from Bumthang-Kharsa “ Karma began to cry and was surprised to see the proprietor in tear too. The man gently kissed the boy and took with him to his residence. The other waiter stood there gaping. The hotel was to open the following morning. The celebrations came to an end. All the waiter had to get up early n the morning as usual to perform their duties. They didn’t see karma washing plates and mugs that morning. Tashi the waiter rushed to the proprietor’s counter to inform him that the Karma was missing. He could not see the their proprietor, but their was Karma, like the new young proprietor to listen to the waiters’ woes. At the counter, the old proprietor had left behind the a piece of paper which read as “forgve me Karma, for treating you badly. I didn’t know you are my own son.” Karma raised the salary of his entire fellow waiter because he knew the life of the waiter very well!