tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51794054297211624882024-02-07T00:41:01.456-08:00Imperfectly perfect - simply being me!In a quest to find my inner self through the power of words...Chukihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10728816587617471860noreply@blogger.comBlogger42125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179405429721162488.post-1045741122492428472020-03-03T22:10:00.000-08:002020-03-04T22:57:08.803-08:00Our 3rd bundle of joy <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<a name='more'></a>“Is that an oops baby?” “You must be crazy to be going for the 3<sup>rd</sup>?” “Keep that as the last one” “I thought you were done!” “Why would you want to start over now?”. These were some of the questions and remarks thrown at me every day ever since I announced my 3<sup>rd</sup> baby. Of course, there were also those who appreciated and rejoiced at the news. <o:p></o:p></div>
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As my pregnancy rolls, the excitement is building amongst my older children. Letting them feel their baby sibling kick, making them talk to the baby are some of the sweet moments which we relish every day as a family. The memories we make along the way is something that cannot be quantified. I read researches reckoning that after having a certain number of children, you reach that easier level of managing parenthood yet 3<sup>rd</sup> child is the tipping point of stress in a family. I am yet to justify or refute this finding. <o:p></o:p></div>
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But at the end of everything I know, this baby will make me realize how much love the human heart is capable of. I look at our older children with a fresh set of eyes and realize how they have grown up over the years. I recall those moments when they kicked and hiccupped and squirmed in my womb. I look at my husband and be grateful for the three priceless gifts he has given and forgive him for (almost) everything else. <o:p></o:p></div>
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With my third baby coming soon, I know my life will be frenzied crazy and loud. My house will be full of shouting and frustration and love. But despite all the frustrations, all the annoyances and the noise, I am assured that I will have even more of those distinctive experiences, even more of those breathtaking moments. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Chukihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10728816587617471860noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179405429721162488.post-22221802120518760812013-01-05T06:12:00.002-08:002013-01-05T06:12:40.181-08:00“Behind every successful man is a woman”<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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My husband has been quite often
using this well-known quote on me and I must not forget to note the tone each
time he brings it into play. Sometimes he uses it with a full stop meaning he appreciates
my role as a wife and at times with a question mark (yeah, the sickle mark)
meaning “hey woman what is your contribution as a wife?” well whatever it is,
this quote sure seems to have really impacted my husband and it has left me
with no choice but to be that woman;). </div>
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Marriage as I see it is not just
about adjusting with one another but more about complimenting each other,
covering up each other’s fault in public but at the same time confronting it in
private. Most importantly respecting each other’s advise to one another and
trying to keep up to it. There is no such thing called as perfect marriage,
every marriage has its downsides just as it has its brighter sides.</div>
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I know the above lines are easy
to be read or write but the tricky part lies in the realization. Adjusting to
this so called marital life has not been at all easy for the two of us. </div>
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For the past ten months, things
have been going topsy-turvy in every aspect but I should be proud to say that
we are faring well. After almost four years of separation, for the first few
days it was like starting anew all over again with a completely new person but
within days of our re-union I felt like we made it up for the four years we
lost. It was as if we have never been separated (atleast on my part) because
the comfort zone between us came back naturally, as natural as it can be. But
(the big BUT) adjusting part was the most difficult and still is. We might have
made up for the lost years between us but the hangover of it never left us. The
late night freak outs and the single life freedom was the toughest part to shed
off (especially for him). I got agitated every time his cell beeped his friends
wanting him to party out (how I wanted to shriek at the top of the voice “He
has a family now!”). Things have calmed down much more now and I can
confidently say we are a proper family leading an upright life. Of course there
are occasional tiff between us which are absolutely normal, otherwise life has
taken a good turn and god forbid let it be this way. </div>
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Coming back to the quote, my
personal contemplation is that it works both ways. For a man to be successful
his woman needs to lend him a helping hand and it is vice versa. I can’t put
out of my mind the line, the president of the United States of America Barack
Obama expressed, while giving his victory speech “And I wouldn’t be the man I
am today without the woman who agreed to marry me 20 years ago”. This very line
stands testimony to the fact that behind every successful individual, his
partner has a greater role to play. </div>
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Chukihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10728816587617471860noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179405429721162488.post-16183706590837118432012-10-11T02:12:00.001-07:002012-10-11T08:52:01.279-07:00My Apa, my super hero!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
“Chuki, don’t play in the sun, you will be sun burnt” I hear my Apa shouting out of our two storey home as I smile at him mischievously and get back to the mountain of sand I had piled up trying to build a so called fairy world castle. “Chuki, here is your favourite biscuit” Apa lures me waving a glossy sachet of neatly packed biscuits and he succeeds for apa knows my weakness for sweet things. “Apa” I happily tread to him, Apa lovingly lifts me on his lap and hands me the biscuit” “Chuki, ama would be here anytime from town and she wouldn’t want to see you so dirty” Apa tells me as he wipes away the dust from my hair and adjusts my spectacles and as I happily chomp on the biscuits. “I have you Apa to protect me” I squeal back confidently. “Yes Apa will always be there for you” Apa smiles as he uttered these lines. And as I continue munching, I could feel the warmth of my Father’s love all over me and I was never so reassured of my existence as I sat on my Apa’s lap.<br />
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Time sure does fly so fast and death gives an end to it, it was only yesterday I was squeaking comfortably on my apa’s lap unknown of the fact that it wasn’t for forever and today here I am with my hero gone forever.<br />
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As my Apa laid helplessly on the hospital bed, battling for his life, his breathing getting heavier each day, each day losing his senses but our names clear on his lips and as time passed his memory gave way too. All we could hear was his shallow breathing and as we helplessly stood by him wishing hard if we could share him our breath, give him a part of our life so that he could come back to life and gift us back the joy of living as he always did. But NO! Death had his plans and my Apa surrendered to its cruelty, Apa gave up the fight for his life.<br />
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Tears couldn’t bring him back (if only!) , we checked on the monitor wishing the machines might be at fault but no, Apa had left us and this time it was forever. I didn’t find myself so helpless and useless before then I was at that moment. The person who bought me my first set of kira, the person who taught me the first step to dance, the person who first took me to school, the person, my superhero, my apa was not around anymore. The stillness of my apa awoke the little girl in me, longed for apa’s words, ringing in my head “<b><i>apa will be there for you always</i></b>”. I longed for apa’s hands to wipe off the tears and tell me “apa is here, don’t you worry!” all I could hear was the reverberation of the oxygen which was of no use now. My only superhero left us to begin a journey all alone…. My apa would never return, never walk through that door and catch me. I would never jump into his arms again…<br />
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…The mornings are not the same anymore without you apa, the hollow feeling never leaves me and I know it will be with me until the day I die. I will never be whole without you apa! I will only find myself again the day I meet you, the day I will be on your lap, the day I will hear you say “apa is here!” I love you Apa and I miss you beyond all measures! May your soul rest in peace…
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Chukihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10728816587617471860noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179405429721162488.post-88518916918986171862012-02-19T21:08:00.001-08:002012-10-11T02:02:49.544-07:00The stupid cupid!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEr7mCsdXUQ__ue2gIzcAZN7dtZCIGdVue3bDM44fyT4bUMcmeFgKxO-A9dWUxY8YW9r3O3X7ZKN2znb_1YNZQfcvl1a9cWYaw1hEdvVBs45nsc6vOSbyqbwsAJ_b8L-1uPMexQKhDVJg/s1600/cupid_dead_colour2.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 255px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEr7mCsdXUQ__ue2gIzcAZN7dtZCIGdVue3bDM44fyT4bUMcmeFgKxO-A9dWUxY8YW9r3O3X7ZKN2znb_1YNZQfcvl1a9cWYaw1hEdvVBs45nsc6vOSbyqbwsAJ_b8L-1uPMexQKhDVJg/s320/cupid_dead_colour2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711082367998774770" /></a><br />I am just so goaded by this thing so called “feeling”! How and where does it grow from? And if it at all grows, why doesn’t it breed in the other person too? Why has it to be just one sided? Well these are the million dollar questions which I guess will never find any answers. <br /><br />The heart must be the strongest organ in our body for the amount of emotions it can carry and endure. Name any emotions love, anger, hate, Jealousy-it is the heart that face it first and also the consequences that it has to go through later. May be the silver lining here is that it never stops beating despite all the things it has to bear. May be that’s why people say “life moves on” or is it that the heart beats on? <br /><br /><br />Have you tried being the cupid between two people? <br /><br />I had not at all intended to hurt someone, what started off as having a little bit of fun , I was not aware that in the process it might end up hurting someone, after all the person on the other end was a human like us too. It was the Valentine’s Day eve and I thought I will try being the cupid (the naughty version of cupid) to kindle some love between two people. In being so I ended up giving so much hope to the other side that it started scaring me when things at this end starting getting clearer. Out of all the things I intended which was again all for fun, breaking some one’s heart was not at all my intent and I knew what was like to have your hopes dwindle right in front. I did not have the slightest idea that the so called feeling on the other side was just so pure and true. May be I was so worn out by fake feelings that I believed no such pure thing ever existed but now I know how wrong I was. This world still has pure people. <br /><br />Well in all this goings-on, something very beautiful ensued (and I am sure the other side would agree with me here). The bond that built between us is something I can pride in. In the process of chitchat and teasing, a beautiful relationship shaped, a nameless relationship but pure in its own way. And I plan to keep it that way for I don’t want in any way to ruin this connection. I am assured that there are bonds that can happen in life that are far more beautiful without ever having the need to see each other, bonds that survive with just the thought about the existence of the other unknown person who can understand you completely. And may be such bonds lasts for the real bonds have started scaring me way too much.Chukihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10728816587617471860noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179405429721162488.post-59159766481681323812012-02-15T02:04:00.000-08:002012-02-15T02:18:49.450-08:00The birthday surprise and the lesson I learnt<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLGsYnMbS81QHcStS9-UFZw_3rD4u5Z56ZA2cGCbBDwThGJUNUMHzEuhYNYXqUzsdYU03xa9EHIRLOr3pGkbfSVZ1yAxPV80N17c016xLQet9loThX6pXJZvqoDu5UV3Ceq2vLJMQeEtM/s1600/430925_10150564495018129_531718128_9216902_329867208_n.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLGsYnMbS81QHcStS9-UFZw_3rD4u5Z56ZA2cGCbBDwThGJUNUMHzEuhYNYXqUzsdYU03xa9EHIRLOr3pGkbfSVZ1yAxPV80N17c016xLQet9loThX6pXJZvqoDu5UV3Ceq2vLJMQeEtM/s320/430925_10150564495018129_531718128_9216902_329867208_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709302466138910818" /></a><br />I could see that this year my birthday was going to be one of the most mind-numbing boring episode. Just on the eve my sister tells me she has to leave for Wangdi for some urgent ad-hoc official call and Namsay sms me saying she has to go with her aunt to Tsirang that too unplanned. Next Dechen texts me saying she will have to sleep over at my place since she will be held up late at the office. That left me with my cousin and Dechen on my birthday eve. “At least I am not going to be alone” thought gave me some flicker of hope. <br />It wasn’t even 10 pm that Dechen and my cousin started getting worried that I was not sleeping. Well I found it quiet unusual but Dechen made sense when she said we got office the next day and that it wasn’t wise to stay up late. Bidding good night to my cousin I went off to my bed and Dechen immediately followed. Even after an hour of getting in to the bed, there was no sign of any sleep approaching me so as usual I put on the music on my cell. I was still wide awake singing along with the music when I heard the main door being opened; I immediately got up and shouted at my brother thinking he was sneaking out. What came next was totally unanticipated. My sister who was supposed to be in Wangdi was there with a candles lit cake and Namsay had her cell full on playing with a birthday song. For a while I didn’t know what was actually happening but slowly things started to link up...the ad-hoc official call, Dechen wanting to come to sleep over and Namsay all of a sudden leaving to Tsirang. So these beautiful people were actually planning this great surprise for me. It got my platinum tears rolling. The next followed the gifts and the celebration. The best ever celebration I ever had. <br />Thank you my lovelies for making it such a special one more so for making me realize that there are people who cares about me, people who are special to me who I almost overlooked in the midst of trying to specialize someone, someone who doesn’t even appreciate my being. But now I know where I stand and I can pompously admit that I am special to you all as you are to me and that matters more than anything else in the world. Thank you is never enough to convey you what is in my heart. I love you guys.Chukihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10728816587617471860noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179405429721162488.post-2689997268561975402012-02-07T22:59:00.000-08:002012-02-08T19:08:55.803-08:00Valentine –lets celebrate LOVE<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpVTH1eOlxH9GEw1GUUxSCbv48s4neKt7nt6cXzB0e3HSXNKF1xXG80W9naR510SW0UAzX70Pvm5jVQvha1vtOE4_6IZNXr_kkq2dMYJ-QFnNs-D327hUYyGnR4fDlMvmhj7kAFsUmrKE/s1600/big2.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpVTH1eOlxH9GEw1GUUxSCbv48s4neKt7nt6cXzB0e3HSXNKF1xXG80W9naR510SW0UAzX70Pvm5jVQvha1vtOE4_6IZNXr_kkq2dMYJ-QFnNs-D327hUYyGnR4fDlMvmhj7kAFsUmrKE/s320/big2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706656821534010818" /></a><br />We do know that February is the month of romance and love but there are people who are of the view that valentine is a foreign culture and it is out of sheer madness that the Bhutanese youth embrace such tradition. Valentine is and always been especial to me not because it’s a day to celebrate love (that could be one of the reason though) but because I made my grand entrance on this day. I always love hearing mom narrate about my first cry in the early wee hours in Gelephu hospital (that’s another story)<br />Coming back to Valentine’s Day, the history of Valentine’s Day and the story of its patron saint valentine is shrouded in mystery but the most commonly believed notion is that valentine is a day to commemorate the anniversary of valentine’s death or burial. And records show that 150 million valentine cards are exchanged annually which makes the day second most popular event after Christmas. its a relieving thought that LOVE still rules the world:)isn't it? <br />Anyway I am sure you won’t be interested to know about the history or the legend of the day so let me not elaborate on that any further. So valentine day as I was saying is special to me in its own way. It’s my born day but coming to birthdays I now dread it for it means age is catching up fast, a day also to remind ourselves that your existence on this beautiful mother earth is numbered. It was a different story as a child though. How anxiously we would wait for this day to cut cakes and receive presents, sing and dance...Oh! The beauty of those bygone innocent days! <br />Coming to the celebration of love, this time I am hoping Mr. Cupid will excuse me, his favorite love child from his fixture but I am hoping to celebrate it in my own modest way without his help. And anyway somebody told me that you don’t have to necessitate a day to celebrate love, if love is in attendance, each day is an occasion to rejoice it. Happy valentine’s day!Chukihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10728816587617471860noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179405429721162488.post-45137488523418759752012-01-31T21:10:00.001-08:002012-01-31T21:13:16.264-08:00Live and let me live in peace!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE342g0ENaMZWa82eNk5Js8R990Dum1WSqf9k3S7doDXg9_aGWXdrlvV1_AHJn_ZvHEw40OcHDzgwTYfcs_yBa0xoygN6CZIXFFzf8exBSvKk21Rxjk0g25rG0WuYYywkaYvQObm5as7E/s1600/rainbowpeacesign11.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE342g0ENaMZWa82eNk5Js8R990Dum1WSqf9k3S7doDXg9_aGWXdrlvV1_AHJn_ZvHEw40OcHDzgwTYfcs_yBa0xoygN6CZIXFFzf8exBSvKk21Rxjk0g25rG0WuYYywkaYvQObm5as7E/s320/rainbowpeacesign11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704030410924400658" /></a><br />I am surprised at how contemptible people can get. Mom was right when she said “when you are alone and for the reason that you are a woman, no matter how well you do, people will have something bad to put in the picture”. Why? Why do people bother so much about someone else’s life? Why can’t they just take care of their own shit and let us be at peace? And just because you are a woman you become the target of all those dirty rumors and gossips. And oh not to forgot you also become the object of their dirty glares and rowdy intentions! And your only fault is because you are a woman? Sad! People don’t even let you live your own precious life in peace. The worst is if you are single! They make your life a living hell! People assume you are easy, cheap and available. Just days ago I was walking in town with my brother and after a few days I hear my office people teasing me “who was that hunk you were walking with?” DUH??? They didn’t see me but it seems someone else saw me and so that’s how it got to my office. I couldn’t help laughing out loud but I could feel a sharp pain inside me. It was just so embarrassing and awkward.<br />Well this article is an upshot of a phone call I received. I am not naming the caller but I tell you I have never come across a cheaper being then him. And I have never before been insulted and appalled as a woman this way. There was nothing bad in his calling but his intentions were not right. They were dirty and the mere fact that he is married makes him a total dirty jerk. Why doesn’t it get in to their head that women are not playthings, they are human beings, living breathing ones and it hurts them when some one treats them like shits! And for the first time mom’s words resonated in my head and my tears agreed with me. The next I called up my mom “Get me married” I heard myself shouting. Mom was taken aback obviously for my sudden outburst but she understood when I added “I am sick of all the tittle-tattle and I want to get out of this hell!”Chukihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10728816587617471860noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179405429721162488.post-55929976553558375952012-01-05T22:19:00.000-08:002012-01-05T22:23:39.782-08:00The so called institution of Marriage!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCPjXkwvlo8PG_VHneNaGzQeSIYqh7VSGIONRewBbSs2i5hwYsN01nZRmzU0S0PwAUauPKG5occAPR6CXA6vJgrME_kjo-g12DH1KUC4YSYcPfzsGCeRbVpST1DNLyV8AcJv-WP_2AVLI/s1600/rings10.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 196px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCPjXkwvlo8PG_VHneNaGzQeSIYqh7VSGIONRewBbSs2i5hwYsN01nZRmzU0S0PwAUauPKG5occAPR6CXA6vJgrME_kjo-g12DH1KUC4YSYcPfzsGCeRbVpST1DNLyV8AcJv-WP_2AVLI/s320/rings10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694400081333823810" /></a><br /> Have you heard of this proverb “marriages are made in heaven and solemnized on earth”? I am sure you did but if it is made in heaven who designed divorces? Was it made in hell? That’s something to wonder about. <br />If you happen to ask married people about how married life is, the only response you would most probably get is “don’t get married!” but people get married despite all those negative comments and warnings. I don’t say I am against the institution of marriage but it doesn’t really interest me either. Fairy tales and those happily ever after stories do fascinate me but I know reality is much larger and bitter. And if those fairy tales were recorded after the very happy ending, I am sure the account of story details would be very different. <br />There is no written testimony that one should get married and no one said that marriage would bring you the stability, peace or whatever you want in life. But my mom doesn’t understand this judgment. She thinks that for a girl to complete her life, she needs a man. Sigh... And this is the very reason I dread going home for every time I am there, this topic never escapes the discussion at the dinner table. And the last I went home, actually I was on an official tour and I met my mom just for couple of minutes. I tried hard not to bring out that topic but alas mom trapped me again with the very old question “so tell me who your boy friend is”. And as always I politely responded “I will tell you soon mom’. A smile escaped her lips for she knew I was lying and I caught my dad smiling too. <br />Gone are the days of match fixing when parents choose life partner for their children and even children happily consent to what has been decided. But now the state of affairs has changed. First parents can’t pick anyone for their children, secondly children now has to like the person they would want to walk the aisle with, test them and finally if he or she gets through all those experiments, then maybe they would get married. And there is no guarantee that they would last. When the euphoria of love fades (this is natural), they tend to seek fulfillment outside and this is where extra marital affairs and infidelity in all shapes and sizes happen. Their union goes through the painful ordeal of divorce and separation. Children are the main victims in the process.<br /> But there are couples who have lived through it all and indeed lived up to the very line “till death do us apart”! It is so obvious and natural that love won’t last or even if it does, the degree would very much vary as time pass. But if you happen to go for another every time the magic fades in your relationship, there is no guarantee that you would find someone, not in this life I bet! So the secret as I read it somewhere lies within you, you got to make it work because only you can do it. The so called expression “labor of love” makes senses here. <br />“THE KEY TO SUCCEEDING IN MARRIAGE IS NOT FINDING THE RIGHT PERSON, IT'S LEARNING TO LOVE THE PERSON YOU FOUND”Chukihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10728816587617471860noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179405429721162488.post-2553636822768056722011-12-26T19:19:00.001-08:002011-12-26T19:21:54.814-08:00Celebrate winter the Bhutanese way!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyB6ZK_Qdq5OpQDNNRX06el3XFwDk0zVi32gj0Rq54V_0S52GwxcQwUuD6mB_A5Am5O5PNnlLTElDseq7uhzmjpDaFrIb76L-i2SeoHCCSJpie_n2RYQ3XfupeAxDLcPO-qgGvpbQC2Ao/s1600/face-150x150.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyB6ZK_Qdq5OpQDNNRX06el3XFwDk0zVi32gj0Rq54V_0S52GwxcQwUuD6mB_A5Am5O5PNnlLTElDseq7uhzmjpDaFrIb76L-i2SeoHCCSJpie_n2RYQ3XfupeAxDLcPO-qgGvpbQC2Ao/s320/face-150x150.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690643147858822162" /></a><br />You must have heard of those Bhutanese, who travel abroad and almost die from extreme craving for food back home. I am one of that species.<br /><br />I love our food. It is often accused of being too spicy, too oily and even too salty at times. But it works well with my taste buds.<br /><br />With the winter months on, my love affair with food gets even more serious. The season is about eating more, but it is also about moving around less, which means putting on extra calories. Which is not what I am really worried about.<br /><br />Perhaps the best part about winter is the dried red chili. I know the cold season is just round the corner when I drive past houses and see windows and verandahs decorated with strings of red chili. I can see the winter sun working on them diligently.<br /><br />Like any normal Bhutanese, I love chili for reasons I hardly care to find out. And the dried ones are even better. It effortlessly blends with every other item. Shakam with red chili, vegetables with red chili, or red chili with cheese!<br /><br />Just the thought of these combinations makes my mouth water. But well, what comes after eating it is a different story of course. After all these years, our very own inured Bhutanese stomachs let us down quite often. You are forced to remain confined within the four walls of the bathroom, at times spending painful hours.<br /><br />That’s the only moment a thought to reduce or even stop intake of chili crosses your mind. But that thought lasts only till another red-hot dish is laid in front of you.<br /><br />As long as there is dried chili, my days will always be special. And I personally don’t mind reliving the ordeal in the toilet.Chukihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10728816587617471860noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179405429721162488.post-78505939314341305102011-12-26T00:00:00.000-08:002011-12-26T00:11:30.984-08:00Remembering our heroes<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP5oyZwqLFTnGjoJljaGea8PvkJZgWYi2z_0_lBXk3pj1pLCynx_xsqp58ROsWU7FgTi-JkZzrOtBIN5bI1Ja8EJNAfgHCkM4MTfCZOGEdyVp4XanBvTsyDa5k0D3Xnk1LOR2Z8_5Txr0/s1600/325322_10150462917082488_581977487_8465852_129685324_o.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP5oyZwqLFTnGjoJljaGea8PvkJZgWYi2z_0_lBXk3pj1pLCynx_xsqp58ROsWU7FgTi-JkZzrOtBIN5bI1Ja8EJNAfgHCkM4MTfCZOGEdyVp4XanBvTsyDa5k0D3Xnk1LOR2Z8_5Txr0/s320/325322_10150462917082488_581977487_8465852_129685324_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690346654060823250" /></a><br />It is said “wars may be fought with weapons but are won by men” and men here mean the soldiers. The 2nd Arm Force Raising Day was celebrated with a grand show at the Tencholing Military Training Centre in Wangduephodrang. It was a day to thank our martyr soldiers who sacrificed their good today for our better tomorrow. The day was graced by His Majesty the King, the Supreme Commander of the arm forces and Her Majesty the Queen thus marking the significance of the day.<br /><br />December 15th 2003 shall never be forgotten by any Bhutanese and the tale of victory shall be told for generations to come. The flushing out of the insurgents from the country by our brave soldiers was led personally by His Majesty the fourth Druk Gyalpo. It was a day that Bhutanese never ever had anticipated even in the wildest of their dreams to happen, a day which covered the whole nation under a blanket of fear and terror. Yet with the guidance of our wonderful leaders, the blessings of our deities and of course the unwavering bravery of our soldiers, we triumphed.<br /><br />I personally cannot forget the day and the phone conversation I had with my crying mom. My brother is a proud army and nothing prides me to proclaim that I am a proud sister of an army. After reaching home, I can still visualize the scene at home. It was not at all a-happy-get-home for vacation sight.<br /><br />Carrying my brother’s photograph, my mom came to me and tearfully said “your brother is in the battle field”. All I could do was help mom in crying. Dad looked cool but he was hiding the pain after all he was a retired soldier. I bet he knew what it meant. <br /><br />For days we couldn’t contact our brother; we were not even sure if he was still alive. We spent sleepless nights in the altar room praying, and every phone ring, all of us would rush to receive it hoping it would be our brother. And when the phone finally rang from our brother, we shed tears of joy. I still remember my brother’s words “mom, we won!” And a week later when our brother came home in that green jeep, we broke down completely with the immeasurable happiness for the reunion! <br /><br />That was an account of one family and I know many others have had experienced such moments too. Not to forget those who had lost their beloved. I cannot still envisage their plight, the pain and the void created in their family.<br /><br />Neither words nor any act is sufficient enough to show our gratitude for the sacrifice you made and make every day of your lives. We know you don’t lead the best comfortable lives yet you subsist with dignity and pride. So to that we salute you.Chukihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10728816587617471860noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179405429721162488.post-1492786169102412472011-12-18T20:11:00.001-08:002011-12-19T02:16:50.878-08:00The night we drank and I cried!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigK3jtN0AMLt4KbDkY2vtZEn__OdLUUbK62l8Iiz9Y1CrjukhayR8IEoKpklRdDl09ei08sduysw82S61Q8e3YZ_4JlPcziuh8sxL2Uc_O68g7EERhSCtoUf7sKK26Rw-GP20Y_WebLd0/s1600/article-1041630-022B4E8F00000578-869_468x343.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigK3jtN0AMLt4KbDkY2vtZEn__OdLUUbK62l8Iiz9Y1CrjukhayR8IEoKpklRdDl09ei08sduysw82S61Q8e3YZ_4JlPcziuh8sxL2Uc_O68g7EERhSCtoUf7sKK26Rw-GP20Y_WebLd0/s320/article-1041630-022B4E8F00000578-869_468x343.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687687446834414466" /></a><br />Friday is a working day but I skipped office, I wasn’t really feeling well, been throwing up ever since the evening I returned from Tencholing. In the evening two of my friends Dechen and Namsey turned up to see me( by then I was almost back to my normal self but it was really sweet on their part) and that’s how we decided to have a drinking session. I was still a little pukish but that didn't held me back from the fun, I did not wanted to! Four guys joined us Jamtsho, Tempa, karma Palden and Kelly my brother so that was eight of us gathered for the night. We wanted to make sure that we don’t drink on empty stomach so a quick dinner we had. Dechen filled the glasses for everyone and we made a toast to such moments and to everyone’s success. It was plum wine we had; the guys went for the harder one.<br />I don’t remember when we started getting the kicks and when I actually started crying. I knew we were drinking to celebrate our good times, our unity but I kept on asking why I was crying. It was definitely not happiness tears I was shedding and absolutely not crocodile tears as well. Seven of them surrounded me and I tell you it was one of the most embarrassing moments but I couldn’t help it and I cried like a baby infront of them. Karma insisted that we dance so that would lighten up the atmosphere and that I should break the floor. As I stood up to dance I noticed that it wasn’t just me who had been crying, Namsey, my sister, my brother and even Jamtsho had their eyes wet. The reasons known only to themselves. As I moved my body to the rhythm of the music, all of them joined me on the floor, my living room. I didn’t realize I had been crying again until my brother hugged me and whispered in to my ears “au chuki if you are shedding your tears for someone, remember that someone doesn’t value you and the one who doesn’t value you doesn’t deserve your tears!” I broke down completely yet again and I just asked “why?” The reasons unknown!<br />As the hours ticked by, one by one of us started giving way, the guys were much stronger than the girls though. So that was an account of an out of the ordinary night we had which shall be edged in our heart for all times to come. As I woke up the next morning, Dechen was sleeping soundly beside me and as I looked around I couldn’t help smiling. All the eight of us had slept in the same room. I carefully got out not to disturb my sleeping friends, picked up my laptop and that’s how this piece came up. <br />PS: This is definitely the outcome of Desuung. Hail Desuups!Chukihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10728816587617471860noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179405429721162488.post-67643928639229271552011-12-04T22:04:00.000-08:002011-12-05T01:10:33.664-08:00Go Desuups Go – the guardian of peace!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzrRuJ7vPCVrB58TUJsTP-cxmghE1Y1IADdf2eMhlq_ECg0SccBLkpPW3Wqd_S9ou1nyDx8XoU5fVIdoLx4ocB3Wu4uFUMnQQH26kJiw5Kq5CjqcmgwZNld9eFRVYNf2jq_rk5gRGSFMs/s1600/381481_10151034784620727_702270726_22176981_1342046992_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzrRuJ7vPCVrB58TUJsTP-cxmghE1Y1IADdf2eMhlq_ECg0SccBLkpPW3Wqd_S9ou1nyDx8XoU5fVIdoLx4ocB3Wu4uFUMnQQH26kJiw5Kq5CjqcmgwZNld9eFRVYNf2jq_rk5gRGSFMs/s320/381481_10151034784620727_702270726_22176981_1342046992_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682569110870946242" /></a><br />“We don’t want educated animals here, only human beings,” roared the adjutant as we were made to fall in in front of our hostel which in military term is called “barrack”. 111 of us were lined up on the morning of October 22, 2011 after having been picked from Thimphu for a month-long training in Tenchholing Military Training Centre.<br /><br />The first few days were a journey through unknown commands, high pitched tones or rather roars and of course uncertain fall ins. As we got accustomed to the military language, our civilian bodies started giving way to the tiring physical exertions. The number of sick reports increased as the instructors started getting tougher. Even a five-minute break would be heaven for us. Thus started the second batch of Desuung integrated training!<br /><br />The batch consisted of people from various agencies and diverse backgrounds, maximum being fresh graduates. We had amongst us lawyers, program officers, medical officers, audit officers etc., but regardless of what we are in our working world, we were all known and addressed as one “Desuup”.<br /><br />As days passed by swiftly and as our passing out parade day neared, a feeling of gloominess engulfed the Desuung atmosphere. Desuups started to wish if only the time could move a little slower, an absolute opposite of what was felt the first few days of our arrival.<br /><br />The orange suit which unsettled our eyes at first let alone wearing it, now became our favorite attire, the mufti which seemed like some guard’s uniform then, now became our pride and those heavy boots our signature. It was a time we wanted to shout “we are proud to be Desuups!”<br /><br />We have seen the spirit of true fighters in our instructors and leaders in true sense were our officers at MTC. If anyone needs to learn about team bonding and true brotherhood it is the army they must join. Love, sacrifice, commitment – every emotion you name it – you will proudly find it in the military. A big family is the military. A place, I say, everyone must try out once in their lifetime.<br /><br />The month long training as a Desuup changed my very perception of the four lettered word ARMY. “Anytime anywhere” is their tagline and in need it is to them we seek refuge. No one knows the life they lead but we have been lucky enough to get a taste of their living. And it is with no shame that I proudly stamp my feet and salute them with all my heart. The Desuups salute you!<br /><br />The passing out parade was yet another heart wrenching episode. We were proud to be passing out yet we were in pain having to leave the place which taught us so much in such short span of time. The goodbye the next day was one of its kind, tears rolled down everyone’s eyes as the band played the goodbye music. And as we boarded the bus, we knew Tenchholing will always hold a special place in our hearts. And every time we pass by this wonderful place, we shall salute you with pride!Chukihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10728816587617471860noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179405429721162488.post-44509464137415124932011-12-01T01:34:00.000-08:002011-12-06T22:08:26.889-08:00My perfect man!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU6Eq6CWyFPtggERwccLOJrg92BOUBt2gruh8AOCUyAiZzjmhmxCF2A7WrqJDy3SDxIGsJ-lLooKmY4xE7NzpbADsSBCMd6ftsc2xqlTOzqYbz4V_CKD49t3sQmpnEIx9NebhPzMe8O-g/s1600/perfect+man+wait.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 255px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU6Eq6CWyFPtggERwccLOJrg92BOUBt2gruh8AOCUyAiZzjmhmxCF2A7WrqJDy3SDxIGsJ-lLooKmY4xE7NzpbADsSBCMd6ftsc2xqlTOzqYbz4V_CKD49t3sQmpnEIx9NebhPzMe8O-g/s320/perfect+man+wait.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683264345687085666" /></a><br /><br />There was a time in our life or should I say in every woman’s life (I have no say over the men if they also had such moments). A time when the pinnacle of our discussion would be about our Mr. Perfect, how would we like our Mr. Perfect to be, the criterion we set in our minds. Some would want their man to be older than them, for some age doesn’t matter as long as he loves her and there are some nothing else matters but a huge bank balance. Even I had made my own set of rules for a man to walk down the aisle with me. For me the first criterion for my man would always be love (I am a valentine girl if you have forgotten), my man should love me unconditionally. I would say in the presence of love, nothing else matters and that every other thing would fall in place. <br /> As I revert back to those days of our innocent discussion, I cannot help letting out a small laugh for I now find it amusing and funny. The illusion of setting criterion for your Mr. Perfect fades as you cross the threshold of the factual world. You come to realize that setting criterion doesn’t actually helps you find a man befitting all your criterion. You come to realize that there is nothing called perfect man, there are only imperfect men to be perfected! Yet we still set criterion, don’t we? <br />In my quest to find my Mr. Perfect, I have had to go through a number of battles. Battles of love, hatred, anger, pain. Sometimes I lost, often times I was taken as a prisoner of war and I am still yet to win one battle at least. <br />My young cousins never fail to remind me of those days whenever I see them chit chattering happily about their future Mr. perfect. And when they ask me about it all I say is “it’s never wrong to set criterion but the real world has something different in store for you, you better be ready” I know this wouldn’t make any sense to them now but someday they are going to tell me “you were right!”. <br />Well I am yet to know if I have found my Mr. Perfect, I shall wait for time and him to prove it. And LOVE still tops the criterion list for me!Chukihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10728816587617471860noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179405429721162488.post-11274665718515493532011-10-19T02:43:00.000-07:002011-10-19T03:02:10.258-07:00Roses have thorns!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizDageULOmMhQdmuUDwikiwz3tQUR5lrI8Ddx0HLRSaEq484OR14BEiKhwhuy1P_1WO-_CdaRNgBHcQ9LhyphenhyphenIeyQ4VpAigjb4O5rCPuunwFNGfl93jZ6SiUFB7g3ZCvOCb4IXJupdcNP_g/s1600/rose.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 201px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizDageULOmMhQdmuUDwikiwz3tQUR5lrI8Ddx0HLRSaEq484OR14BEiKhwhuy1P_1WO-_CdaRNgBHcQ9LhyphenhyphenIeyQ4VpAigjb4O5rCPuunwFNGfl93jZ6SiUFB7g3ZCvOCb4IXJupdcNP_g/s320/rose.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665141317595626818" /></a><br />Who is a flirt? The most common notion of a flirt is someone who plays around, who is never in a steady relationship and who treats another human being nothing but a mere play toy. In short a flirt is a human being who lacks a heart! This is the general notion of a flirt. My elder brother was a known flirt when he was in his twenties and even till early thirties but now he has a good family with two kids to take care of and I tell you I have never seen in any guy the qualities of a best husband as I see in him. I have heard his neighbors tell each other how lucky my sister in-law is (well she is to be credited the most as well).<br /> Well I am not here to justify or to prove anything. But for the past few weeks the idiom “flirt” has been gnawing my mind. As soon as we hear that some one is going around with a guy who had a bad past or who has been playing around with girls, news starts spreading like wildfire “oh she is with that flirt!” oh dear why did she go with such a guy? Etc etc. People gather in groups and starts gossiping! And the worst they exaggerate the news. <br />My brother was a flirt but he had every excuse to be one. He was good looking; he had a nice status and he came from a good family (I am not exaggerating here). And every girl he approached (please note: he never dated any girl without her consent) reciprocated positively. And having every girl with a yes is a feather on any men’s cap (I can bet on this fact). Of course this doesn’t mean that such a man can go on exploiting women but equal responsibilities fall upon the woman too, actually the larger portion of the chunk falls on her. If she intends to get in to a relationship with such a man, she must be prepared to be the target of every rumor and gossips in town. But if she gets in to such a relationship ignorant of the man’s past facts, well she got no one to blame for ignorance is not bliss every time. But if she is lucky, she might find a gem of a person in that very flirt. <br /><br />Every Priest has a past and every sinner has a future!<br /><br /><br />PS:The feelings and opinions expressed in the above article are completely the author’s own and bear no negativity towards anyone.Chukihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10728816587617471860noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179405429721162488.post-4220356470794838022011-10-11T21:10:00.000-07:002011-10-11T21:14:29.495-07:00Our own fairy tale romance to relate<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMvDq3DPLA2hqh0lN7uS-9QywfZ-2EZMKuwwIGVezTdfrp0Scn5J8oDceMDoNCu3ORQRgOen90SjNvn2DKviklbvQE1EwqTMAiByzjF0QoY8lIrm9_m9qQ9S99aZwpUNyxxW1cR2nAWco/s1600/images.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 191px; height: 264px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMvDq3DPLA2hqh0lN7uS-9QywfZ-2EZMKuwwIGVezTdfrp0Scn5J8oDceMDoNCu3ORQRgOen90SjNvn2DKviklbvQE1EwqTMAiByzjF0QoY8lIrm9_m9qQ9S99aZwpUNyxxW1cR2nAWco/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662453553450022578" /></a><br />King Edward VIII abdicated his throne for the woman he loved, some even sacrificed their life for love and there are many who resorted to poetry. Such stories never fascinated me; rather I scorned at the very fact that how stupid people can get in love. But right now at this juncture of life, I am eating my own words. But this does not mean that I am doing any of those mentioned above for I still some where in the little corner of my heart find it stupid or to put it in a more nicer way “impractical”. But at the same time I have found a new meaning to Love, a very practical one, imparted by our very own king. <br />Amidst all the nervousness and timidity, When His Majesty unveiled the queen of his heart to his people on 20 May 2011, the very line “Queen of my heart “caught my heart. How lovely it sounded, so simple yet so extra ordinary. <br />Once in a lifetime they say you fall in love truly, note the word “truly”. There is this one person who has been specifically designed for you, the one who may not have the best of qualities yet you are mesmerized totally. The one may have a gruesome past but you are okay with it because it’s the present and the future you seek with that very individual. I asked you to note the word “truly” because love happens almost every once in a while, for some even every day but that doesn’t mean you are in love truly every time you feel the goose bumps. There is only one person in this entire universe that has the magic to make you feel this way. Have you ever met such a person? If not, then I tell you, you haven’t yet lived a life. <br />With The royal wedding just around the corner, I cannot help feeling quixotic for the very air we inhale has been sprinkled with the so called magic dust of love. His majesty has enlarged the very idea of Love and Bhutan has become a fairytale kingdom, a kingdom we have read in books, a kingdom we always wanted to happen. An enchanted kingdom which is actually happening! <br /> Bhutanese people have been always considered the lucky lot by the out side world and we always prided in GNH, a noble vision handed over by our beloved 4th Druk Gyalpo. And now we have more reasons to be proud of, for it has been proven that it is love the Bhutanese people seek, and it has always been said by the great ones that it is love that can conquer all. We have indeed proven that GNH can be realized. <br />Thank you your Majesty for showing us the path to Love, with your heart of gold I am sure and confident that Bhutanese people will find their own happily ever after and Bhutan shall go in to the history as the only fairytale kingdom that actually happened in real. <br />With this I would like to wish your Majesty and the Queen of Your Heart abundance of happiness and may love never leave your hearts. Congratulations! <br /><br />PS-Business Bhutan has published the article in their magazine "jewel in the crown"Chukihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10728816587617471860noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179405429721162488.post-66674225078003419022011-08-22T22:01:00.000-07:002011-08-22T22:03:19.847-07:00Armored for love<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjofUVjzxDsuszlSJnJKSwK-uM_7g_8XNN_PPbhl1mWVXDFAknWoAzslJc496-46tIe1_zJrEwBgnA3bT1lA0llXCNM97Er99PG1z8xFt9Q_Nn80vYCcnoJzpIJZikJV4zMITdLP6y7enA/s1600/cupid_in_heart.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 261px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjofUVjzxDsuszlSJnJKSwK-uM_7g_8XNN_PPbhl1mWVXDFAknWoAzslJc496-46tIe1_zJrEwBgnA3bT1lA0llXCNM97Er99PG1z8xFt9Q_Nn80vYCcnoJzpIJZikJV4zMITdLP6y7enA/s320/cupid_in_heart.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643912549580501042" /></a>
<br />Love doesn’t come easy and when it does, it comes with such a bang that you don’t seem to have any control over your mind, body and mostly your heart. I am in love again or should I say Mr. Cupid’s arrow did its wonder despite the fact that I had my armor on.
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<br />Just a couple of days ago I had questioned about the existence of my prince charming, my soul mate and here I am today with yet another story. I don’t know if I have found the prince charming I have always dreamt of, time should tell me in time. But one thing is for sure that I have lost my heart to this man, who came out of the blue and everything started falling in to place. It now makes sense why it never worked out with anyone else. May be its too soon to assume anything but for now I am blessed with someone; I never thought would come my way.
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<br />Love sometimes has funny ways of working in our lives, just when you least expected it to happen, it comes with all its fury. And when you had that flicker of hope that love would sparkle, the unexpected gust of destiny’s wind blows it off. Well for now I just want to live the moment, I don’t care what the future holds but I know something beautiful awaits US!
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<br />PS: they say Happiness is found in small things but for now my happiness is being beside this man!Chukihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10728816587617471860noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179405429721162488.post-14329248720984952932011-08-17T03:03:00.001-07:002011-08-17T03:05:02.414-07:00Soul mates: Do they exist?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzhAq77D_vdHxgxc5v810jxYl1OFbriuPybrjwqTBvK3VXtpFSLoLlrhyphenhyphensRxvbSXyKtVSrY9SfkrziXmhrGj1P7rbGrU_dRyrJ4wugnMis9wsRoRApnk06KHBqC1tsrqnZriVLMky-vfc/s1600/images.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 164px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzhAq77D_vdHxgxc5v810jxYl1OFbriuPybrjwqTBvK3VXtpFSLoLlrhyphenhyphensRxvbSXyKtVSrY9SfkrziXmhrGj1P7rbGrU_dRyrJ4wugnMis9wsRoRApnk06KHBqC1tsrqnZriVLMky-vfc/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641763595121907090" /></a>
<br />The idea of having a perfect soul mate always amuses me. As a child the fairy tales I read had done its wonders on me. I would imagine my prince charming riding on a white horse (you know the kind in Sleeping beauty) someday and stealing me away to the far away land of happiness. But as I grew up, the fantasy of the white horse and the happiness land faded yet the idea of a prince charming never left me. I was told that some one some where is made for you and this very idea excited me. I couldn’t wait to meet the one solely made for me. But alas I was never told that I would have to pass through so many toads (no hard feelings to anyone) before I could meet my very own prince charming. I fell in love (so I thought) when I was in my teens, I thought I found my prince charming but it wasn’t the happily ever after ending. It rather ended way too soon. After that the so called prince charmings (a handful) came my way but none proved one. Some gave me their reasons for having to go and some I did to let go.
<br />Then came the most exciting phase of my life, the college! The idea of a prince charming ever with me, I had made the work easier for Mr. Cupid. The first year of my college, I met my teen love and just a spark and the flames flared up. I was sure that I found my prince charming at last for why would destiny let us meet again after so many years. But destiny had different plans for me. Just a year and our relationship was what you called on the rocks. I ended it for the good of both of us. Now he is happily married to my best friend (that’s how weird destiny can be sometimes!) and they are blessed with a wonderful son.
<br />What was in store for me in the coming year has already been narrated to my readers in my earlier article “motherhood” so I won’t bore you repeating the boring stuff over again. So that was a procession of prince charmings I met, of course none turned out to be one. But before I knew, I realized that through all these pain, hurt and of course happiness, I had gained the most valuable lesson of a lifetime “to be careful of whom you trust”. But the idea of a perfect soul mate still amuses me though I wonder if soul mates ever really do exist! If they do where is mine? Lol
<br />Chukihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10728816587617471860noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179405429721162488.post-44045366538989008902011-06-09T22:31:00.000-07:002011-06-09T22:33:35.080-07:00Writing<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWA64kiDgsCiyzJozwVzVEA2e4F7kRzCsACr1_Od01vlGWWHzn9-adin1mr27lv9DBxIn7GVK3uEs3-h9gVplhDNTgt2m4qVpQuBKIm2LguHYnuYqFDm4FcvSxqpRwNmt3ETv1X93J4pA/s1600/writing.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWA64kiDgsCiyzJozwVzVEA2e4F7kRzCsACr1_Od01vlGWWHzn9-adin1mr27lv9DBxIn7GVK3uEs3-h9gVplhDNTgt2m4qVpQuBKIm2LguHYnuYqFDm4FcvSxqpRwNmt3ETv1X93J4pA/s320/writing.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616459997440606674" /></a><br />I have been at a standstill with my writings and seriously I don’t get the disposition these days to do so too. The other day I was arguing with one of my senior at work. Taking a look at my blog, he was of the view that blogging should not be allowed in the office (he meant it should be blocked like the social networking sites. I know he was just being polite using the word “not allowed” which meant “blocked”!). He feared that we would be most of the time scribbling articles and thereby slaying our time which would actually be used towards something more productive (as if writing wasn’t productive). But any way I made my points clear that for me when I need to write something, I need the right mood and of course the right surroundings. I can never write an article in the office and our office is one of those offices frequented by lots of people from all walks of life. So all the more reasons I cannot get the right eagerness to put pen to paper. The debate still needs to be continued!<br />Being a literature student, I have had for all time the love for writing. I always used to envy those who were so flawless with their language, I still do. It may sound weird to some but the first thing that catches my attention towards a person is his/her language. It is words that can have my heart at their feet (oops my weakness!). Well this doesn’t mean that I have the best of lingo myself but I seek to perfect it (no one is perfect I know!) someday hopefully! <br />Down the existence lane, it gives me a kind of exhilaration to envisage myself as a writer cocooned in my own world of fantasies, angels, barbies, miracles and magic. Pardon me if I have started sounding out of the world but we have been taught in my literature days that poets and writers transport themselves out of this world through their writings. That’s how they liberate (momentarily though) themselves from the worldly pain and sufferings. Yet again I don’t mean to say that I am so much drowned in sufferings( heaven be thanked for I have a blessed life) that I want to sought to writing but the mere fact that I love writing shove me to have such attitude. <br />May be some day I can work on this distant dream, May be some day I can even realize it, may be some day I will be a writer , a passion I had in me from the time when I was handed the pencil!Chukihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10728816587617471860noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179405429721162488.post-28806244175582844732011-04-19T00:08:00.001-07:002011-04-19T01:14:38.721-07:00Coyote ugly – a sad reality<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu3fR8tT4ib2hHW6t1KxHSISIZeHVHXOCrmvox68lIPkOhJBQbfKL3VNp9cXSJqC6dlmQkWW-nY5WOui7bGAtU_JjRjP6U62FwgWn1qAESb4g1ja7tP_padv2jbXGqNWJ1yIvfkEwC9xc/s1600/crying-girl.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 289px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu3fR8tT4ib2hHW6t1KxHSISIZeHVHXOCrmvox68lIPkOhJBQbfKL3VNp9cXSJqC6dlmQkWW-nY5WOui7bGAtU_JjRjP6U62FwgWn1qAESb4g1ja7tP_padv2jbXGqNWJ1yIvfkEwC9xc/s320/crying-girl.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597205109423116082" /></a><br />“Sir please come in”- the girls at the door confer a amorous look to lure passersby in to their bars. Inside girls barely clothed dancing to the music aired, faking smiles and moves. My heart went out to these girls and I couldn’t help asking if what they are doing were out of pure interest or was it out of desperation. The only answer I got was a smile, a painful one so I asked no more. I could see a daughter, a sister and above all a helpless woman dancing on that display place where hungry eyes looked upon as if waiting to pounce upon a prey. <br />“Sir Will you buy me a drink?” A girl barely in her twenties treaded softly to the man beside me who had just made his entrance .The man lustfully pulled her to his side and started chafing his hands on her bare body. Of course she was paid with a drink. Later on I learnt that she would be paid by the bar in terms of commission so it meant she was doing it to earn a little extra. I could feel the uneasiness of the girl as she was being lustfully played by the man. But as helpless as it seems, I could feel the nakedness of her poverty that might have had dragged her in to such setting.<br />As I looked upon, the environment rather started getting worse, more men started pouring in. These glowed up the faces of the ladies there because obviously it meant they will be getting more money. Probably this also meant they will be able to send back home a little more money. <br />As I left the dingy heartrending place with my friends, I took a fleeting look back to get a glimpse of the helpless girls entertaining the men around them, a far-flung reverie of becoming a mother, a wife plainly glimmering in their eyes.Chukihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10728816587617471860noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179405429721162488.post-34588464791951034162011-03-18T03:45:00.000-07:002011-03-21T02:08:46.177-07:00GOOd BYE!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ9fOcY7OXQ_0joFggRCtAxSoSKl9hkqxQh2tJYB94gNF8rw8bLoY5cMaGtkOTHZhe3bpwko4ey3qNThdvpJkaSmiqo0BjbDfm0xJMXWBq0mG-1JCkyc6VQPVgUwIGcAO9Eu5yYu-QtnI/s1600/true-goodbyes-are-the-ones-never-said-or-explained.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ9fOcY7OXQ_0joFggRCtAxSoSKl9hkqxQh2tJYB94gNF8rw8bLoY5cMaGtkOTHZhe3bpwko4ey3qNThdvpJkaSmiqo0BjbDfm0xJMXWBq0mG-1JCkyc6VQPVgUwIGcAO9Eu5yYu-QtnI/s320/true-goodbyes-are-the-ones-never-said-or-explained.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585370277668963906" /></a><br />Who doesn’t suck at good byes? I am neither a heaven sent angel nor do I possess any magical powers, that with one spin of my wand, I can do wonders. I am like everyone else, a normal ordinary human being made up of flesh and blood. And I suck totally at good byes too. <br /> “Good bye” I wonder what is the “good” in it when nothing of it is good enough, when all it gives is soreness. I have had so many good byes and each good byes only went on getting difficult than the preceding one. <br />I have been a witness to so many good byes and I have found myself crying over them. As a child, I dreaded the idea of going away from my parents but when I had to leave for my studies, I had no option but to bid good bye for my own good. I wept when my friends bade good bye to leave for their studies and several times over silly love good byes. And I would still cry if I have to bid good bye again. <br />And yet again I am here to bid yet another good bye; good bye to a person who came in to my world out of the blue and made it so beautiful despite the fact that it was so brief. My heart is heavy and the scenes around me seem to get a little blurry too, damn I told you I am not good at good byes and I am too good at crying. But it is next to impossible not to say good bye and even more impossible to be with you. I don’t know what the future holds or what destiny has in store for me but I am convinced of this that you were sent my way to show me the way forward. The future seems to unveil because of you!<br />So good bye my dear! You will be missed a lot! And you shall until the end of time occupy a small corner of my heart! <br />GOOD BYE!Chukihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10728816587617471860noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179405429721162488.post-6652830385490152512011-03-13T23:53:00.000-07:002011-03-23T22:41:15.725-07:00The MTR Experience<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigff23zioXLEuARgf9j-kFQI_n8GdyXNfOo_WzYdddbYb5avvxw2PQRt1Y0RfAGIG9XR7_A0O5X4QI63z5xC9JversFgfJ9CeLjj79O99_EITVcp0R1WPwJft9x83tuRJwuLtCjFcbwMo/s1600/Prime-Minister.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 186px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigff23zioXLEuARgf9j-kFQI_n8GdyXNfOo_WzYdddbYb5avvxw2PQRt1Y0RfAGIG9XR7_A0O5X4QI63z5xC9JversFgfJ9CeLjj79O99_EITVcp0R1WPwJft9x83tuRJwuLtCjFcbwMo/s320/Prime-Minister.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583826996838247058" /></a><br />Experiencing our country and its customs during the mid- term review with the prime minister and team was the best way to self indulge oneself productively. It was an opportunity to discover and experience the difference between the poorest dzongkhag and the developed ones. I was privileged to have been able to tour five dzongkhags, more so because I got the opportunity to tour two dzongkhags – Samtse and Zhemgang – which are considered the poorest in the country.<br /><br />What I have learnt from this trip is something very valuable which would shape me to become a more productive civil servant. Just as the prime minister says “our goal should be to bring people together sharing a common goal” I strongly feel that we should think alike in order to grow alike and harmoniously. I have learnt that the thoughts of each individual as a citizen of Bhutan matters to the happiness of the country which would ultimately contribute to GNH.<br /><br />It was humbling to see our prime minister walking to every dzongkhag tirelessly.<br /><br />For once I almost found myself delving into the strong historic tales of the great pioneers of our country with each breathtaking reminder of appreciative facts that the prime minister delivered to each gathering he spoke to. History as a subject was never so appealing to me as a student. But the realization that history could do a lot of wonders on people if delivered wisely did make me change my opinion on the subject I dreaded learning.<br /><br />The prime minister emphasized on how we should carry on forth the same spirit of brotherhood ingrained in us from time immemorial irrespective of the political transition. The assurance of building a peaceful and a stable Drukyul for all generations to come while working on the prime objective to eradicate poverty was a very emotional issue which touched many hearts.<br /><br />Hilarious outburst in between such discussions did trigger a relaxing ambience motivating people to figure out their major problems and thus working out a solution collectively.<br /><br />The prime minister made sure that before leaving each gathering after such sessions, he instilled in the people some enthusiasm to cooperate in developing a greater living society for one and all. His willingness to share the blame for Samtse’s slow growth was very encouraging. He rightly termed it as “wholesome responsibility” of all. This clearly indicated the optimism in him. I am confident that it must have encouraged many of the audience like it did to me.<br /><br />In short, I would say that it would have been a great regret if I had not made to this trip. It was indeed an eye opener especially for me having learnt so many things many of which I am not able to put it down in words but deeply embedded within.<br /><br />PS- This article has been published in Business Bhutan as a column:)Chukihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10728816587617471860noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179405429721162488.post-14801666123358187212011-03-12T09:15:00.000-08:002011-03-12T09:18:53.186-08:00Destiny and Me<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHAsC0b3-csmxa_-NcDvqTyNMG7k3NCmU3aSAwgIg5J542XsKxxMIgBdhjJdKAGhBsWanJNUYqPne_DtSS__YcdrVBIcCO1iGdBHQLWBO0nWQU1k8IBrT80GV-D8_7H51GsDNqyqfABa8/s1600/destiny-poster-l.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHAsC0b3-csmxa_-NcDvqTyNMG7k3NCmU3aSAwgIg5J542XsKxxMIgBdhjJdKAGhBsWanJNUYqPne_DtSS__YcdrVBIcCO1iGdBHQLWBO0nWQU1k8IBrT80GV-D8_7H51GsDNqyqfABa8/s320/destiny-poster-l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583244074321749842" /></a><br /><br />As I sit on my bed on this chilly morning too lazy to come out of the bed. It is already March and yet the cold is still here to stay. I try trapping my thoughts in my laptop; “Destiny” is the word that hits me hard. People say if you are meant to be, you will be together and vice versa. I ask if you were not meant to be, why destiny even let us meet when there is no way we could be together? I look at my cell (expectation never leaves me) though I know and I have alleged several times that It leads to misery. Yet I can’t help it, the emotional fool that I am. <br />This time I have a very different story to tell you. It is neither about unrequited love nor about compunctions. And I am not even sure if it is love this time or if it is just another chapter to be read and flipped. Or an episode to be remembered somewhere down the memory lane. <br />Mr. Cupid never runs out of arrows to hit me and every time it hits the bull’s eye, right on my heart. Darn! He is a very good sharp shooter, never misses a single shoot. I am sure me being born on the Valentine’s Day has nothing to do for such generous showers of arrows from him. I never thought in my wildest of the wildest imagination that this time Mr. Cupid was targeting his arrow at someone I could never grasp. But the miracle was much more than I expected. <br />So here I am again at the threshold of another entrance confused whether I should take a step in or step back! “Matter of time “he did say but time is fleeting and so is life.Chukihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10728816587617471860noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179405429721162488.post-9658741274748792852010-12-27T09:09:00.000-08:002010-12-27T09:14:38.575-08:00The vicious cycle of confusion!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtRfuX1pkziqC9LRS33P4BSbZD0p37dK1kdAWyAFXzBYZ7a_JXdzhJyk2YSSwHvb5jjWNm8g34vthwa05IU5SB2IhaMDkTOmLs-opFcYirvNzPjQKrYfRXNYof49itVCKhCGS0_FF_nLQ/s1600/confusion_2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 306px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtRfuX1pkziqC9LRS33P4BSbZD0p37dK1kdAWyAFXzBYZ7a_JXdzhJyk2YSSwHvb5jjWNm8g34vthwa05IU5SB2IhaMDkTOmLs-opFcYirvNzPjQKrYfRXNYof49itVCKhCGS0_FF_nLQ/s320/confusion_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555411506107577266" /></a><br />This is so not me or have I been like this all the way along? I AM CONFUSED AS EVER and this is definitely not new. I have been confused over life’s little things. I have been confused when I am to make a choice between two shampoos, one for the oily hair and the other for dry. I am confused what kind of hair I have. I am confused when people ask me where I am from. My dad is from the west when my mom is from the east but we are settled in the south. Gone are the days when we could just scream “ama” and “apa” and they would come running for us. Grown up now so they say but I feel that we are still that little child who needs to be guided. But this time I got myself in to a very strange confusion and luzee was right when she told me that sometimes words are the best comforts, it indeed is. <br />I did not know or rather was totally unprepared that someone could just turn out of the blue and make my whole otherwise perfect life so disheveled. It was just a matter of few days and here I am on a threshold not knowing where I should be heading to. Whether I should just shook it off as any other insignificant stuff that happen every day or should I chase it. Well it seems I can’t execute both. The first one because it wasn’t any insignificant stuff so I can’t really shook it off my shoulder and the second one because I can’t do it alone, the fire should be burning at both ends. And as confused as I ever can be, I have no clue as to where I stand. Ha! great me, I always succeed in putting myself on such a road where I can see the dead end so clearly. And this time the dead end came in sight rather soon than expected. <br /><br />I know expectation leads to misery and I was the one yelling at my friends whenever they are in to such stupid confusions. And here I am totally in the confusion circle and yes yes yes I am expecting too. Too bad but can’t help it. It is what I call the vicious cycle or the contagious cycle. Or let me put in a more positive light- I am not expecting but hoping and it is hope that gets you going. Isn’t it?<br /><br />Well the confusion isn’t going to remain a confusion all life through. It ought to get cleared some day if not it will fade away with time like any other thing. For now I can only say that TIME can only tell the future, if not it is TIME which shall do its wonder once more like always.Chukihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10728816587617471860noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179405429721162488.post-59142234880014610452010-12-21T02:09:00.000-08:002010-12-21T02:12:24.744-08:00A Face Book Story<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi73WYjwexwxcB60tHc5HQhnE92Jm5rpDEG5diTSoDlu7w378131Z7p1deS3MdCDaKfpFCoNWu62el16pMIWyuOybJpqH-K4xjwZAnptYpwz4B-VbbE23Q7DYttEH-6sG-4Db__JlGSS2E/s1600/fb.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi73WYjwexwxcB60tHc5HQhnE92Jm5rpDEG5diTSoDlu7w378131Z7p1deS3MdCDaKfpFCoNWu62el16pMIWyuOybJpqH-K4xjwZAnptYpwz4B-VbbE23Q7DYttEH-6sG-4Db__JlGSS2E/s320/fb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553076148768327826" /></a><br />“Being busy is not an excuse” this is what Pema always said whenever Sangay excused himself on the pretext of being over loaded with works for being silent all this while. Pema well understood that the profession he was in demanded a lot more of his time then what were actually expected. But that does not meant that he completely forget about her, sometimes it would be weeks Pema wouldn’t even hear from him and for a girl being ignored was more hurting than anything else in the world. The feeling of not wanted was something a girl dreads always and Pema was just another ordinary girl. Sangay never understood her enough to care, it seemed to Pema. <br />It was face book that brought them together. From a simple chat to coffees, lunches and dinner. This was how Pema and Sangay started off. The beginning was beautiful unknown to Pema the stored pain with it which was due to split open any time. Just few months in to the relationship Pema started facing the painful twinge of having trusted someone who did not even care to keep in touch. Well for sometime distance did play a role in their relationship but it was always Pema who made the effort to keep the fire burning in their relationship despite the distance. Sangay was least bothered as always. And the worst part was he never made an effort to let Pema know if at all the relationship was still on. Pema was in a bond which was being out rightly ignored and unwanted. <br />Pema now loathed face book for the soreness it had brought along, the same face book she had been so grateful for bringing Sangay to her. <br />Keeping a stone in her heart, Pema finally decided to confront him and end the relationship if need be. Well it was not a surprise when Sangay so readily agreed with her which was even more hurting. <br />so this is just another of Face book couple who broke up out of thousands who are yet to experience the beauty and the ugliness of love, relationship and of course face book.<br />Moral: If you love someone, you better PROVE it. Because LOVE is not a noun to be define, but a verb to be acted upon. <br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">PS: it’s a story I have heard from one of my friend and she says it’s her friend’s story, the names have been changed though. </span>Chukihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10728816587617471860noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179405429721162488.post-86161900829877360082010-12-09T00:36:00.000-08:002010-12-09T00:37:40.928-08:00Moments To Remember :)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBSB2XaDbx6TqR2IHjLiJ0wJ5_c50BYZsWjsDVHQk8FMar2cxmF3YyeDFh1ESvmXPd76oBFzZG35cS9jGFvQlqybU6BUnGZIgGR2lTkVvj15HKzQ5BGKjPhwuX05x4_Tcr5H7_kBo60X0/s1600/holding_hands-1418.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBSB2XaDbx6TqR2IHjLiJ0wJ5_c50BYZsWjsDVHQk8FMar2cxmF3YyeDFh1ESvmXPd76oBFzZG35cS9jGFvQlqybU6BUnGZIgGR2lTkVvj15HKzQ5BGKjPhwuX05x4_Tcr5H7_kBo60X0/s320/holding_hands-1418.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548598823506672850" /></a><br />Darn me...Here I go again! People pardon me for I am going to pour all my emotions here like I always do. Writing is the only way I can express myself and the only channel through which I can calm my racing mind. As a kid, I remember scribbling all those emotions stocked up at the back page of my notebooks after mom’s spanking just because I was out playing marble in the dust. I so hardly wished if mom could read it and understand me more but sad she never went to school. And being the introvert kind of person I am, I would never let out my thoughts, I would rather scribble all that I want to scream. I just let it out in black and white. So here I go again.<br /><br />It isn’t just about feelings, it is about that trust you have built over the years for each other and it is about the way you care about each other. And as I try and pen down my feelings right now, I am lost, so completely lost. There are thousand and one things in my mind yet I am out of words to reveal what I am going through. Meeting, parting, hellos and goodbyes are a part and parcel of life. I am well aware of all these facts of life but still I am cheerless. May be watching too much of those emotional, romantic flicks aren’t really good. The only good about it is that it makes me sob too badly and it happens everyday. And the weather too seems to see eye to eye with my frame of mind today. It is a gloomy, cold and sad day out side. Well winter is here with all its grandeur.<br /><br />Do you believe in moments and more so spending a moment with some one you care for? Where everything just clicks, where you just feel you don’t want the moment to let go, where you just don’t want to differentiate between what is right and wrong, where you just want to believe that it is the right thing, where your fingers fits in each other so perfectly, where everything just falls in place, the right moment is all you need. I am a believer and so I do and I am one of those lucky few to have felt that moment. But here again reality knocks in. Moments come and moments go and some moments never come back no matter what. But the moment shall always be edged in our heart forever and we will miss it alwaysJ.<br /><br />Watching the stars fade in as the crack of dawn illuminated the sky, listening to the pigeons flutter their wings by the window, smiling at the person next to you and being grateful for the wonderful joys life just got for me. Those are the moments I shall always savor, moments which might never come back but in one corner of your heart, always wishing it to come again and again and again.Chukihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10728816587617471860noreply@blogger.com2