Thursday, January 22, 2015

6th ADC

A trip or a volunteerism in Nepal for two weeks really showed me the value and knowledge of Drukpa. Never have I heard of Annual Drukpa Council (ADC) in the past. For a guy like me such council is a meeting of great Drukpa gurus to keep alive the spirit of Drukpa which is almost like PEACE and HARMONY. Actually last year ADC is themed on these two words.

As it is for the first time that I could attend such council, it gave me a sentiment that Nepalese, Lhadakhis, Tibetans, Bhutanese are all bind together by a special bond called Drukpa. We are a family. Got a chance to explore our history more than known. Met new friends, shared joyful moments, danced in front of great Rinpoches and most of all blessed by the Rinpoches. 

Sherubtseans in the lunch

controlling the crowd

the statues in Druk Amitabha Mountain

Sahil missing u bro!!

Saw him amongst the red monks, in between the Buddhist honky-tonks.

Sahil in the Buddha Park, Syambhu, Nepal
Sat like the villain of Bhutanese film, with long hair and body so slim.
At the brain thought for a while, that just for a second he can’t smile.
He and I will never be friends, but we became in the tight ends.
I am lucky he is one of mine, and this bond will forever shine.
Ladies and lost won’t disturb, friendship of ours no one can perturb.

Memories we made in New Year, shall remain until death come near.
Idiots we were in the final night, truth and dare was fun, emotional plight.
Singing is not possible with this guy, listening to his song many may die.
Show him a brand new bike, the cost of it really turns him to a cute tyke.
Intention he holds of love and peace, its true......wonders never cease.
Never had we peed together, for my villagers believe it turns to brother.
Gaga he goes all the time, when near comes Kinley despite without dime.


U turn he couldn’t make, when he left us with giant sadness within awake.

Been religious when he isn’t far, “ROTATING” holy statues though below par.
Remembers him as our good pal, for whom really I can give up my gal.
Ocean may one day get dry, our bond won’t and pray god not to even try.


                                                                       SAHIL    MISSING    U    BRO!




Walk we took with all friends, sound;
Sick and fell, heard, doing the round.                                                      
Couldn’t help, walked behind if needed:
What next? Steps took with mind dreaded.
Saw black brooch fell to the ground,
That turned happy summer around.
Thought for the night it’ll be mine,
The next day return it, will be fine.
The next day felt to give One day.
Waited, waiting that day comes no way.
Fear I do have deep inside,
If return, won’t the bond subside?
Even if we stop talking to each other,
Brooch will be the reason to come closer.

                                               Look to it whenever I miss her,
Gives strength and victory of war.
Sometimes questions am I right?
The brooch is hers, with me still bright.
I like her to her sometimes I say,
“Too” she never do to my dismay.
But she say I like you 234,
Making me smile and listen more.

Such thinking, memories this brooch carries,
Liberates me from the pains and other worries.
Before I lied, cheated to her, made her fool,
No more, only truth and honesty is my tool.

               Reminds me the brooch, the word I wrote.
From the heart I vouch, to leave no mote.
Pain I shall feel, when dies an innocent roach.
Sure it will heal, but not the going of brooch.
Belongs not to me, not even a boy’s thing.
With her safe it’ll be, tomorrow it takes wing.
the brooch