Divorce cases in Bhutan...

It was during my stay at Thimphu with my sister that one summer day while I was staying outside in the cool breeze to chill down the hotness of the summer, my sight was caught by the distressing scene, I should say. I saw a little girl whom I assumed to be of around seven years old holding firmly onto the body of a man in his forties and sobbing bitterly. I wondered why that little girl must be crying because as far as I know, that man didn't thrash her or scold her. I also heard that little lass uttering something but I didn't hear her words vividly. Thereafter, my mind could not let me stay in peace. I was extremely curious to know the reason behind that little gal's cry. It was indeed my foolishness to ask my sister for the reason as if she knows everything but my foolishness wasn't foolishness anymore when she gave me the reason. She explained that her parents got divorced and that man was her father. Upon hearing this, I became so emotional by seeing a little girl suffering because of family break -down. Likewise I have seen so many children under- going agony and depression due to family break -down.

So it is quite distressing to know our country, Bhutan, becoming a hub of divorce cases despite being a Buddhist country where we believe in fidelity and the cause and effect.( Tha-dham tse and lhay judrey).  Divorce cases are one of the most prevalent cases in our country, and  I am sure that more than 50% percent of the cases in the courts across the nation would be on divorce cases. Sometimes I am of view that marriage is for life time isn't holding the truth. Instead marriage is like use-and-throw game. This is what I feel inside. As it is said" when two elephants fight, it is the grass that suffers" In a same way, when the parents get divorced, it is the children who suffer in between. I feel that it is as good as calling them orphans without complete family.

There are many school drop outs, there are many drug-addicts, there are many who commit suicide and there are many who are hooligans. And if we ask them why they are like that? and why they are resorting to such inhuman activities??? we will find that one of the reasons would be a family problem albeit there would be some exceptional cases. Family break-down not only keeps their siblings under depression, it also hampers the performance of the kids. It spoils their mood to study hard. I also feel that it is an awful example in the societies. We are directing our young generations to the wrong way.

Despite knowing the divorce case becoming one of the top issues, our media fail to create awareness to the common public. Instead of covering personal stories like land cases, misunderstandings among parties and all, it would be helpful and educating if they could write stories on family- break down so that it will at-least bring some changes on the concerned parents. If they are made aware of its negative consequences then I think it will induce their minds and think for the good of their children, So if each one of us can educate and guide our parents then the divorce cases in our country will be curtailed to the minimum..Lets prevent divorce by educating our parents and live a harmonious life with a complete family.

We are more than what we are..

We are not just a single human entity,
  We are a part of our families.
    We are not just a part of our families,
      We are a part of our communities.
         We are not only a part of a community,
           We are a part of our districts.
            We are not just a part of our districts,
              We are a part of our nation.
                We are not only a part of our nation,
                  We are a part of our mother Earth.
                     We are not just producers,
                      We are also consumers.
                        We are not only creators of things,
                         We are also the destroyers.
                          We are not just a friend to others,
                          We are also their enemies.
                         In the eyes of gods we are animals,
                     But in the eyes of animals we are gods.
                In the eyes of other people, we may seem just a single person,
            But to the world, we are everything.
So whatever we do, there will always be some impact on the society, nation and the world being a part of them. If we shake one of the branches of a tree then the whole thing will move. Likewise we being a part of our families, societies, nation and the world, the kind of thing we do will affect them accordingly. So let us be a good human individual as to make our world a better place to live in and make our world no different from paradise.

       

         
               

Story of a butterfly.

Story narration had once been our most popular and refreshing entertainment in our primitive societies which were devoid of modern facilities. On the other hand, story narration had also served as sleeping tablet for us. I still remember our siblings fighting over the place near to our grandpa to listen stories from him. Our grandpa would never deny our request and he would be narrating the stories one after another until he finds us all asleep. I also remember, going out to sleep with brother Sherab because he would have a collection of hilarious stories which would make me laugh to the tears and would also make me stomach ache owing to incessant laughing. But now with the advent of modern infrastructure like TV, Radio, computers, phones etc...our traditional customs and cultures are gradually diminishing like a fading color. Nowadays we can see almost all the people regardless of sex and age, watching TV, listening to musics and playing games in the computer. So I sometimes wonder that can there be a single person who is keen interested in listening to a story?? I have a big doubt on it. We can't let our valuable cultures and customs disappear just that way. It is our responsibilities to preserve. So, I as one of the responsible citizens of our nation, let me share a short story to rejuvenate our valuable customs and also to

make you all realize the changes we have gone through. Here it begins......

A man found a cocoon of a butterfly.One day a small opening appeared.He sat and watched the butterfly for several hours as it struggled to squeeze its body through the tiny hole.Then it stopped, as if it couldn’t go further.So the man decided to help the butterfly.He took a pair of scissors and snipped off the remaining bits of cocoon.The butterfly emerged easily but it had a swollen body and shriveled wings.
The man continued to watch it,expecting that any minute the wings would enlarge and expand enough to support the body,Neither happened!
In fact the butterfly spent the rest of its life crawling around.It was never able to fly.
What the man in his kindness and haste did not understand:
The restricting cocoon and the struggle required by the butterfly to get through the opening
was a way of forcing the fluid from the body into the wings so that it would be ready for flight once that was achieved. Sometimes struggles are exactly what we need in our lives.
Going through life with no obstacles would cripple us.We will not be as strong as we could have been
and we would never fly.

Hope you all have enjoyed the story....

Loss of a pen can be a cause of the death.....

It may sound funny and unbelievable as well because til-date nobody might have heard the news about the death of a person due to loss of a pen.Well, you are right. I even didn't see or hear any news on it. But if we really analyze and think logically then loss of a pen can be an ultimate cause of the death. You must be wondering how it can be possible. So just go through the following lines and you will come to know how it causes the death.

Lost your pen= no pen
No pen=No notes
No notes= No study
No study= Fail
Fail= No diploma
 No diploma= No work
No work=No money
No money= No food
No food= Skinny
Skinny= Ugly
Ugly= No love
No love= No marriage
No marriage= No children
No children= Alone
Alone= Depression
Depression= Sickness
Sickness= Death.

Lesson: Don't lose your pen. you will die..

So don't think that accidents, diseases, drugs and alcohol intoxication are the only causes of the death. Even losing your things can be one of the causes. It sounds funny..right???  I know you all would pick up a debate with me on this. But I didn't write it to bring debate among us. I just wrote it for fun. So enjoy reading it.....Have fun!!!!!!!!!!

Funny things in the examination hall

It was during examination, I went to do my exam, well organized myself but my mind seemed blank. As soon as I entered the exam hall, a sheet of paper was handed over to me by one of the invigilators. Definitely it was an answer sheet and on its first page there were some blanks to be filled up. Registration number, course name, course code and the date are the things I was supposed to fill those blanks with. Then I started filling up those blanks. I knew my registration number and the date. But as I went on filling up the blanks I got struck where I was to write course name and the course code. I could remember the course code vaguely but I had a big doubt on it. So I have left it unfilled.  I didn't know the name of the course which I am supposed to know actually. But the most luckiest thing was that there was no space for filling up with the name of a subject teacher. If it had come then I would have elapsed almost entire time thinking the name of the subject teacher because I don't know the name of any of my professors. I only know by their faces.

So, I turned back where one of my friends was sitting behind me and asked him the course name. But what I got back from him was a broad smile. From his smile I knew he was also in the sixes and sevens like me. After sometime,he says that the course name will be there on the question paper. So we waited till the distribution of the question paper to fill up the remaining blanks. It would be a great shameful on my part if I were the only one who is remiss to the extent of not knowing the name of the subject that I have studied. There were few students of my kind and it was sort of a relief for me because I wasn't the only negligent person in this universe.

The boy sitting beside me was more pathetic than me. He has got struck with the first blank itself where he was supposed to write the date. I saw him looking at my paper. I wondered why he was looking at my paper as if he is going to copy from me though our papers are different. But it wasn't the reason behind. He was trying to see the date. So, I smilingly told him the date. One of his doubt has been cleared by me. But that wasn't the only doubt he was having. Like me, he was asking his adjacent friends for the course name and the course code. To his dismay,the response he received from his buddies was" Mu je be pata nai" which in our language means' I also don't know'. Likewise I could hear from every corner of the room asking the same thing for one another. I felt funny inside and at the same time made me realize what kind of people we are. Not knowing what exam we were going to write on is akin to walking through a path having no idea of where it leads without proper destination. So, what you all can say about us??? please give me a word by which such people like us can be called or described. Take it as a favor to me. I know there will be a specific word but I could not find it. Everyone....don't back off to give me an answer...I will be waiting for your response..

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My battle against the death......

It stills wets my eyes and drag me to misery when I reminisce over the incident that had happened in 2006, when I was only class six.  It was indeed a bitter part of my life which I had never expected. You all might be wondering what could have happened to me and also some of you might be eager to know the incident. I would rather call that incident" My battle against the death"

When I was in class six at Shingkhar Primary School, I fell seriously ill beyond my tolerance. I had had a very tough time undergoing the serious illness. I thought my life was coming to a full stop because the pain was unendurable for me. Moreover, I could see my condition  worsening day by day and hope of my recovery was at the least. Though I was not in total  consciousness because of the pain, I could hear my family and relatives weeping around me. At the most I could hear the crying of my mom. Hearing them crying, tears welled down my cheeks naturally out of emotion. But I was too frail to utter them all a single consoling word. I just kept sobbing and praying for my lords to save my life.

Not only could I hear the noises of those people who had come to see me but also the sounds of religious instruments. I could see a few laymen performing rituals sitting around me. Seeing them saying prayers for my recovery, a little bit of hope of recovery had developed within me as I thought that the gods would hear their prayers and my prayers and save me from leaving the world. My family and villagers had done every possible thing to save my life. Even my teachers and few of my mates had visited me and told me that my school family had also conducted long prayers upon hearing that I was on the journey to death. Hearing those honey words made me tearful thinking how loving and caring are my mates and teachers! So I thought I was both fortunate and unfortunate person. Fortunate to have affectionate family, helping villagers and loving teachers and mates. But unfortunate for having fallen a prey to the death among millions and millions of people. But luckily I was saved from being trapped by the death.

So, like me, everyone must have fought the war with the death. If not, don't worry. You will have your own share. Albeit we win sometimes over the death, but one day we are certainly going to defeat. For the  death is the greatest enemy for us. Though our armed forces battle for our country but no one can battle against the death. The only preparation we can do to fight against it  is by being a good human being. Always remember that death is either ahead of us or behind us. It may at anytime pull us with it or pull back with it. No matter whether we are being pulled back or front, we can't escape from it. No matter how we are or what we have or what post we hold, death is unbiased. So fear the death and always do good deeds.If all of us do good things then our society, nation and the world will automatically become a harmonious place to live in and we  won't need a  separate paradise.


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Right title to right person......

Actually we ought to hold at high veneration the word so called"Sir" because this title is not so easy to get. Do you remember that in the 19th century, there was only one person who had been offered with the title"Sir"by the British Empire??? That person was none other than our first Druk Gyelpo Gongsa Ugyen Wangchuck who had brought a historical changes in our country. He was one and only sir in our country. But with time its value has gradually started to dwindle and now in this 21st century the title "sir" has become universal prefix to the names of every individual. I feel that ordinary people like us don't deserve this title. However, in today's world owing to the lack of deference towards our traditional culture and custom, everything is taken for granted by the people. No one bothers to analyze the things. I personally feel that it is extremely vital to use appropriate title what they really deserve. We can't call fish to whatever creatures that live in the water because they have their own names. Likewise we can't call everyone sir because we also have our own entitlements.  But don't get me wrong here. I don't mean to say that we should call by their designations or occupations.  Everyone must be knowing the ways how we should be calling others in our societies. We should not misuse the titles as we like.

Using the title'sir' to everyone is akin to drinking water without knowing the source. I personally feel this way. But you all may have different perceptions on it. Do you all feel proud or comfortable when somebody calls you sir or madam,while you are not in actuality???? For me it sounds like insult and feel awkward at the same time. I don't like somebody calling me sir as I am not a right person to have this title. Actually it is respectable and meant to be used with highly accomplished personnel and prominent persons like our magnificent kings.

A person who teaches a student is called a teacher, in our language-Lopoen. This is the another title that we are misusing. Are all the people teachers??? Obviously no.. right??? But knowingly why do we call them lopoen?? This is the question to be raised within ourselves. Misusing this title would be a great humiliation to our diligent teachers who all work tirelessly for the betterment of our future citizens of our nation because it evidently shows that they are the least respected personnel in the societies. They would also feel demotivated. So it is awfully essential to use proper title to proper person. Don't ever get mixed up water with alcohol. Though both are colorless but the taste is different. So the same with us..Though we all are human beings but our fates and entitlements are different.
 So, I will be glad to have opinions on it from you guys...


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