Augustus Tden 23

After going through my own endeavors of unwelcomed turmoils here i stand, healthy and with sound mind. Drugs was my need then. Marijuana in school days and jumped into chemicals during college. Incarcerated for years, relapsed, rehabilitated for months and typing my emotions with the fingers of a recovering addict. From making my parents cry in front of the strangers, embarrassing my beloved wife in front of her colleagues and letting them hear the insincere pities and sympathies, i have come a very long way.  I am few months shy of turning 31 and still i need tender cares and monitoring. I am certain i wont befall into drugs but they fear i may. Why shouldn't they as i have set innumerable instances in the past.  Changing myself isn't for them, its personally for myself and in the end of the day caring myself is one way of telling them i love them. If i am clean and healthy, that's what they want from me,  I pray no matter how long i be jobless, how fierce and fragile my...

 After completing the sentence of 5 unending years and 6 longest months here i am in awe. Unchained but the govt. policy isn't yet satiated that i have done my terms therefore yet another two years they are going to withhold my NOC(No Objection Clearance) Meaning i wont be entertained in any jobs and be dependent on ones own family.  As same as a handicapped son.  By the age of 29 one can wholesomely comprehend the burden of being idle. Many of my fellow friends who have gone through similar fate have relapsed by default. Relapse have tempted me too for long and still it does yet i keep on fighting everyday. Why are law formed and for whom? Running like a headless chicken suits well to our current scenario. A good number of my fellow friends have returned back to prison and again by default set by govt. policy. Why Cooling Period? The Royal Bhutan Police have the flex to upload the pictures of druggist on their facebook pages and not of other heinous crimes and when i per...

The size of the earth compared to sun and the sun compared to the universe what are human, their thoughts and their existence and also why human?   My singular opinion is a 0.0001 part from a blade of grass and so is my existence. Despite this fact I write becoz I have freedom now and I have the freedom to let go my diary.  I want to see what comes after death eagerly not that I am about to commit suicide .. Does the Faith hold any water? Does my bad intentions got its consequences? Time, can it be hold?  I feel there is a secret, a great one human should know and its apparent just that we dont look in it. It's just a feel I got. 

Let's not go the long way. I am about to write a short personal perspective about a man I am coming across. He is Mr Sonam Tobgay aka Sotey. A surveyor by calling. I am witnessing a huge brilliance, determination and professional views not just in my eyes but from others judgement too. He have a way of keeping the perfect rapport with the engineers, machine operators and all others who are to be dealt in his profession. Well we were to built a small canal for the monsoon streams. Engineers were hit hard as they couldn't make the machine operator understand their plan. And the canal was naive in a way appeared natural and unplanned. And this man Sotey comes in, explains the drawings of the map in a most simple way and now the canal is on it's way to align just as it is in the map. Prior his step in. A site engineer was complaining, it's a headache. And after Soteys easy maneuvers, Sotey was telling himself and I eavesdrop. "This ...

 A bus ticket from Trashigang to Thimphu. This ticket is a golden ticket if u travel alone. Sharshops as we say to people from eastern Bhutan, they are the people born of modesty and humility. Maybe not all but most of them are. From the mid year of 2013 to 2018 i had made frequent travels in that route. And i have untold fond memories most of which is comprised by Sharshokpas. The bus driver accommodates more than capacity, this is not a complain but a factor making the journey more memorable. As compact it is, the livelier it is. A old woman run out of her BaBa and was asking me if i chew.... somewhere after we crossed the breakfast point in Yadi. I shared her mine. And next??...she was asking about my hometown, my family and so on it goes till Sengor. And its in Sengor where its stopped for lunch. Normally i hate to talk to strangers for this long but in her i saw some truth, genuineness that absorbs ones consciousness so deeply though the topic of our talk being very ordinary. ...

My blog..left untouched for years..faithful so came back and will nurse it with some words hereby. Previous post were some teen age or say budding thoughts pictured in poems which that time i thought to keep it myself for you know very less people get poems😅😅. And here i am today.  Life have been a very interesting tale and i learnt helluva truth. Firstly i couldn't complete college, i was a final year student. And second my wife divorced me for my incompetence in running  a family. Why..??...Drugs... Its now 2 years and counting since i abstained and right now my lungs are  shouting we are clean ..we are clean..😆😆. Firstly my incomplete college life, I was hailed in school days as a brilliant brain by teachers and friends. Of course high hopes. But now a complete stinking shit. Yea actually thats how society see me. Friends who were thousand kilometres behind me in those learning days are now all rainbow behind their head. Well ahead of me.  Its life. If i am be...

Don’t know where to start and where to end; The place where you live….. I did come for thousand times and went; But never seeing you was my disbelief….. These have but haunted me for all my past; Making the small, tiny place so vast… To fate and to god of all world I give my bow; For I wish to see her by any chance tomorrow. Or even if it’s not possible I will keep this vow; That I will hope even if I am on death row.  

My happiness, smile, worries and laughter Is due to my sweet, beautiful daughter. Happy when she calls melodiously DADDY, I smile in her acting as my best buddy. Worry if she can grow up magnificently, Laughter she brings in heart completely. Such is my girl special to me and my life, Whose reason she have been since the knife, I've thrown which pierce my flesh and bone. Now that my guiding star the GOD have shown, To follow till death and love, care to my best, And swear never to fall back to that darkness.  My daughter. Like father like daughter.  My reason Shy I was to the world my daughter is a mistake                                                        ...

The clean air stained by fogs and cloud; Can't even see the face who calls me loud. Life that's so pure and bright in sunshine; Is dark and unfriendly, and never fine. A stream contaminated in rainy days; It becomes clear and neat in other ways. Mistakes we blunder in our own path; Though time cleanse like a body bath. In memories, thoughts it stays as a scar; Hurting, paining more than those in war. Living seems a waste and welcomes death; Dying isn't liberation we feel, and wait. Being happy, still dying isn't the satisfaction; So it is natural to walk even with objections.

Mad some have gone, tears that are shed. Sad for having none, missing who are death. Bonds that are done, future that can’t be bet. Poor to buy a phone, being the regret’s pet.                 In these four confusing lines I said my pains. Every day and every season it always rains. Though I stand, it makes me live in drains. I have for all the time, all day tried to refrain. It may be nothing to you in your brain,   But for 20 years I have been in this sore train.                                                                     -2Ne3

  Manage your looks and profile of Facebooks; For it doesn’t count the pages you read in books. The world a child dreams is but a fake; Hard it is to, for people’s belief to make. Look beautiful and damn so handsome; Or you will be like all day full of rum. Fact it is, true it is but no one do agree; Deep inside it is with all at high degree. That everyone loves the beauty of Cinderella; That no one can praise the evil look of Dracula. That Beauty and Beast were but only in tales; That in today’s world Beauty and Brain never fails. So that’s why I started to use costly creams; Bought from the moneys earned with screams.                                                          ...

Day Care Centre please. Day Care Centre is a desperate need in my country. Parents who have job and whose children have to be left alone in their house really need a clean and responsible Day Care Centre. Such parents suffer lack of babysitters. Even if they get someone to babysit, they aren’t trained. And in such a situation many parents look at their own old parents as the last resort. I remember my middle school teacher, Galay Wangchuk, saying that many Bhutanese old people do hunch and their children make them to hunch more by making them carry their grandchildren. Not just the employed parents, but this is the same case with the villagers. Women who are unemployed and bears a child, they too don’t get much time with their child. They have to work to earn for their husband’s wage alone can’t feed the whole family. At last the victim of many newborn is their grandparents. In our Buddhist country we have somewhat like a tradition or a culture i.e. old people must start cou...

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

Saw him amongst the red monks, in between the Buddhist honky-tonks. Sahil in the Buddha Park, Syambhu, Nepal     S at like the villain of Bhutanese film, with long hair and body so slim. A t the brain thought for a while, that just for a second he can’t smile. H e 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. L adies and lost won’t disturb, friendship of ours no one can perturb.   M emories we made in New Year, shall remain until death come near. I diots we were in the final night, truth and dare was fun, emotional plight. S inging is not possible with this guy, listening to his song many may die. S how him a brand new bike, the cost of it really turns him to a cute tyke. I ntention he holds of love and peace, its true......wonders never cease. N ever had we peed together, for my villagers believe it turns to brother. G aga he goes all the time, when near comes Kinley...

      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.                 ...

I wish to be all day happy, Make other too and say yippee, By my presence never hurt others. I wish to be all time good for rather, Maybe not just for myself; Most of the time for ourselves. Even if life give nothing best, I ought to make other get in jest. Nothing religious just a wish, Grounded on my dream as childish. The one I love the most and care, Was never mine and wish never to hear. I trusted the river for too many fishes, Spent all day fishing, hoping for one. Hated the truth that the river has none. At last came to see that river was gone, That it never existed in real, Was only the fact to make the deal. Now okay and sound I am, Will go with whatever and never blame.      

Friendship works till the time, Never knows when it began, Not knowing the end is the true. Fights like in the hell and love, Care like the mother and helps, Never looks upon the heights, Always by the heart it works. The most precious and charming, If human certainly would feel, It’s the most valuable relation, Never in last, comes its position, Bestowed on, undeserving by the maker. The friendship of friends.

troubled, confused, perplexed and mad, nowadays is no days, my face smile a tad. wake up with the thought of fun like the snow, comes the tense of exam and many below. tense are that strong to melt my hope for snowy fun, wish to blow up the tense with Bin-Ladin's gun. firstly should i do my exam well, where are the notes? i am in hell. can't stay late night studying....   World Cup matches are ongoing. exam comes every after semester, World Cup only after four years. this takes me to the side away of exam. came here to study with parent's hopes, should i go back learning the soccer's ropes?. now yeah completely in dilemma, sure at home thousand scolds of ma-ma. Next semester will come many new faces, now hostel Provost tells to welcome with graces. how can we do that as in a room we should be in trio, a room is designed for only two to be and 3 is so narrow. system is so funny, squeezing fresh brains in a room, will make college population high b...

Wonder do he really exist or in blue, Sometime funny, sometimes so true. Waited for almost two semesters for her, Still she is very much far away there. He loved her and still do every breath, She don’t understand it’s for her a wreath. He can’t tell her but to everyone, His voice goes heard to no one. For her he keeps all time the hope, God shouldn’t tell him such as Nope! One thing why his heart never change? Another thing where is that gal’s range? Such a true lover is nowadays rare, Is she looking for someone to give her fare? No one will forgive her that devil greed, For which dies a true lover’s creed.                                       “I have put my effort to make her think, just for YOU.            ...