Words Alive

(This is in continuation to "Indeed, I am surprised at myself!") I couldn’t sleep well after chatting with her. Indeed, I sat by the laptop with traffic of thoughts. “Shall I log in again and chat? Shall I?” No, you cannot. You haven’t got anything put in between and chat. “I can at least render myself offline and look at her photos.” . . . and you know that she is looking for a FRIEND in you. “I know that, I just want to know her appearances . . .” Stop there, you know you are not thinking your heart. “Oh . . . how might she be in real?” And the internal quarrel continued on. My roommate Ugyen nudged my shoulder. “What? You aren’t even answering me.” He sounded displeased.  I abruptly landed back to real world as I nearly fell off the chair. I had been squatting all that long. Luckily I slipped my right foot, landing on the chair. He had a quizzical look then. I felt a huge guilt grow inside me. SORRY . I put an uneasy sm

You come to leave readily You talk to bitterly squabble You smile to pull face at me You pose to say “Wrong Choice!” You sit to prove your tallness You whistle to trumpet nobility You open your arms to close your heart You hug me to push coldness into me You pity me to hate my little wealth.  You whisper to shout “No Chance!” You look to glower at my tears You pat me to smash my heart You cry to celebrate your victory You leave readily to never come back. ILiveLove

I remember her like she’s before me right now. I always see in front of me, two of us, as kids. She would treasure anything I gave her. I loved how she dressed. She would always wear kira without tego or wonju. Her bare little hands would swing beautifully as we ran. No one had the very inquisitive eyes as she did. I crazily liked to lean against her and watch her take things out her pocket and toy with care. We loved to have one another. One day, snow was decorating our village Sangmari. The tree under which we played was like granny. We drew smiles on the snow. We jumped with screams of our delight to look back at the trial of dents our feet left on the snow. We were halfway in building a snowman of our size and torso was ready, when suddenly she fell like a detonated building. I half-carried and half-dragged her into my house. Her health wouldn't improve. Soon she was driven off to hospital. Her father accompanied her and her mom stayed back with tears. I watched t

“Education is the mother of leadership,” so says Wendell Willkie. And I totally believe in it. Today, as I stand here amongst my colleagues of RIM, I am rather more than happy. Nearly two decades of education we had and this has groomed a leadership in all of us. Even more significant is that they all proved it and are here, the promising leaders of the country. I was trying to think how lucky I am, but just couldn’t measure it. What came in my mind then was, “Why can’t I develop my leadership with all these leaders?” We can be of huge help to each other towards advancing our leadership. Can’t we? Ralph Nader notes “I start with the premise that the function of leadership is to produce more leaders, not more followers.” I know that we all believe in ourselves that we all are leaders. Just that our capabilities are different. But that’s a huge opportunity to contribute towards wholesome development of our leadership. In this process of development, we can simultaneously

“hi” (This is my friend Jigme) “Hi” (And this is me, his friend, Jigme. Yeah, we have same name.) “how r u” “Good. You?” “gud. gotta ask u sth” “What is it?” “a gal is chatin wid me. she is askn fo a gud frn of mine. Gav ur fb name” “That’s ok, but did she tell why?” “she sad she wnts a frn” “That’s alright” “she sims to b a nice gal. chats wel” “Ok,” I typed and immediately a notification came. I clicked on. It read “Boom Helen sent you a friend request”. “she sad she snt de frn riqst” “Is her Facebook account name Boom Helen? If it is, I accepted it” “ya, nw chat wid her.” My heart starts beating abnormal. I feel uncomfortable. This is the first time I am in such a situation, so obviously I am nervous. But why should I be... this nervous? She is just wanting a friend, Jigme! I shake my head to sense. I don’t  know why my mind is behaving so … crazy today. Ok, Jigme, you are making a new friend. So, be it and b

A jewel of magnificence Thou deserve place not in village But in the heart of a castle Because thou art invaluable And born only with destiny. Sorry, I nearly wore thee Round my unworthy neck, Limiting thy brilliance. Now take thy grand place In the glamour of castle As it’s thy right by fate. Shine beauty unbounded. Then in thy kind bosom I am happy completely. True it is, we grew together But mystery is how we’ll grow When uncertain even is present. Past shouldn’t mar thy decision. Feel thy heart beat and listen, Follow it, claim thy height. There’s happiness all thine. Thy happiness is mine same If even left with final breathe A smile on thy countenance Is happiness beyond my death. Sometimes I should cry, For I have been so mean Holding thou all to myself In a village so so small Forbidding thou cruelly From destiny only few can have. Sorry I wasted thy time, Even it may be a second For that would've otherwise meant A different happiness for

For me, life has sometimes (may be usually) never had same plans as the map in my mind. Only I can be the best judge of myself because I have been with myself through all course of life, no matter what (for I had to and I don’t know the other way to attempt it). I can assess the number of ambitions I changed since I first had it. And today, even when my scope of becoming someone has narrowed down to Public Administration, the fear of clinging to a dream is seasoned with uncertainty. The experience has left me with this weakness, or should I call this as strength? A boy who had passion for science subjects till 10 th grade began despising it in high school grades. Yet, lands up taking Physics and Chemistry as Bachelors subject of focus. Then Royal Civil Service Examination compels him into writing general examinations. Luckily, yeah definitely ‘luckily’, he made through and is today, writing this that you are reading now. Life really had planned a meandering path for me.

On the black-topped road That was once a fortress of dusts, I tidily walked towards school That treasures my memories of youth. I feel a stranger as it rises, So many years might have passed. Towards my left a group of students Murmured and stood with greetings ‘Kuz Zangpo la Sir’ they bowed. They bowed to me, oh man! In uncommon awe I stopped. Words formed lumps, I just smiled. Couldn’t face them, I walked forth. Why this respect? Question rained. My sister, she is beautiful as mom is. The new uniform is really becoming. I see me in her, studying there, Bright and powerful in all arenas. Her friend shared a hot talk, That I looked a teacher to her With appearance and ambience I wore. Answer settled in clear and correct. That respect touched my heart, How into deepest it strikes when Even a new face greets with depth. It drove me humble to sweat to Please thousands hearts near and far. While I might not really a teacher be

This is the translated version to the post "Poets of the Night" as requested by Tshewang Rinzin, a friend of mine.  འ་ནི་ འོག་འཁོད་རྩོམ་འདི་ རང་རེའི་གྲོགས་པོ་ ཚེ་དབང་ རིག་འཛིན་གྱིས་ གྲོས་འདེབས་གནང་བཞིན་དུ་ ཨིང་སྐད་ནང་ མདང་ཞག་བཀོད་པའི་ རྩོམ་རིག་ཅིག་ཨིན་མི་འདི་ རྫོང་ཁའི་ནང་ སྐད་བསྒྱུར་འབད་འབདཝ་ཨིན་ཟེར་ཞུ་ནི། མཚན་མོའི་བྱིའུ་ཅུང་། ཕུན་ཚོགས༌གིས། མ་ཉལ་ཡ་ དབའི? ང་གིས། ང་ཉལ་བ་ག་དེ་ཉལ་ཚུགས་པ? ཁྱོད༌ཞལ༌རས༌ལེགས༌པའི༌མེ༌ཏོག༌མས།། གསུངས༌སྙན༌པ༌དཔྱིད༌ཀྱི༌བུང༌བ༌མས།། ང༌མནོ༌བའི༌འཛམ༌གླིང༌གནམ༌བཟུམ་མས། ། ང་ཉལ་བ་ག་དེ་ཉལ་ཚུགས་པ? ཕུན༌ཚོགས༌གིས། ཁྱོད༌ཉལ༌བ༌མིག༌ཏོ༌བཙུམ༌སྦེ༌ཉལ།། ཁྱོད༌མཐོང༌བ༌གཉིད༌ལམ༌བཟང༌པོ༌མཐོང༌།། ཁྱོད༌ལོང༌བ༌དྲོ༌པ༌ཧ༌སག༌ལོང༌།། འདི༌དཔའ༌བོ༌ཁྱོད༌ཀྱིས༌འབད༌ཚུགས༌ག? ང༌གིས། འདི༌དཔའ༌བོའི༌རྩལ༌ལག༌མེན༌སྨ༌རེ།། ང༌མིག༌ཏོ༌མ༌བཙུམ༌ཉལ༌ཚུགསཔ༌ཨིན།། ང༌གཉིད༌ལམ༌འཇིགས༌སྐྲག༌མཐོང༌ཚུགསཔ༌ཨིན།། ང༌ཞག༌ཡང༌མ༌ཉལ༌སྡོད༌མི༌ཨིན།། འདི༌དཔའ༌བོ༌མེན༌ན༌ག༌ཅི༌སྨོ? ཕུན༌ཚོགས༌གིས། དཔའབོ༌དཔལ༌ལྡན༌འབྲུག༌གི༌རྒྱལ༌ཁབ༌ནང༌།། རོགས༌མིག༌ཏོ༌མ༌བཙུམ༌ཉལ༌མི༌འདི།། རོགས༌གཉིད༌ལམ༌ག༌