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        What do you plan to do in your life? I think asking what are you planning to do in your life is ridiculous coming from me, when I don’t even have a proper plan for what I will do tomorrow. I think we are usually bounded by time and place to do what we need to do. We don’t eat dinner for breakfast. Aren’t we usually waiting for the right time and right platform? Just like waiting for the train on the right platform, else you will either miss the train or you will not reach your destination. But what if your plan for the day is to bring joy to someone (strangers), make someone smile, or make someone happy? When is the right time and where is the right platform?

       Today, a stranger was sitting at the side of a footpath in an intersection where thousands of people walk by. He wasn’t sitting there alone; he had crayons and two beautiful pictures painted infront of him with a label “SAT ‘smiley face’ SUN” on the footpath and collection container near him. May be he wanted to make someone’s weekend a joyful and happy one. I was drawn to those beautiful pictures. If piqued my curiosity to ask him why he painted the pictures there. The answer was to make someone’s day joyful and happy on seeing the pictures. He succeeded in giving me an instant joy on seeing his pictures. But why those cherry blossoms, fences, river and bridges?

     Spring has arrived, good fences make good neighbors, bridge is the connection and I missed out to ask him about river. He particularly said his beautiful garden doesn’t have a gate, because it is a garden of joy and anyone can come and go anytime they want. The fence marks the boundary but it doesn’t have the ownership. I think he already shared the joy and happiness to hundreds of travelers like me.

       He definitely made my day and I hope I make your day/night when I share you the picture he has drawn on the footpath. May be sometimes you don’t always have to wait for the right time and right platform just something right from your heart.

P.S: Random thoughts and dedication to the footpath man who is sharing his joy and happiness to the stranger passersby.

I want to love you despite knowing people hurt

I want to give another chance despite the fears of being left

I want to make promises despite knowing promises are broken

I want to reach near you despite knowing the journey is miles longer than my imagination

I am willing to expose the insecurities despite knowing its ugliness

This is the kind of love I want to shower you

Because this time it is you

Because this is the kind of love you shower upon me.

P.S: Random thoughts inspired from a writing “love that I want to shower over you”

We are all attracted to what we can relate to and what we feel connected to. Be it person, things, colors, light, darkness, places and books we choose what we feel connected to. What attracts you? What keeps you going? What excites you? How do you choose? I think to each and every question, the answer is connection. But it may not be for each and every one of us. It definitely is not for me. I get drawn to things which excite me. I choose a book which excites me and I write when the random thoughts excite me. The exciting thoughts aren’t particularly happy thoughts. They are sad exciting enough to be jotted down or they are happy exciting enough to be penned down. And when it comes to book, I pick the books which are uniquely titled enough to be exciting for me to pick one. I don’t know if exciting is even an appropriate word to describe this feeling, enthusiasm and the joy that comes with it.

I am definitely not bookworm and I haven’t read many of the books which are popular among reading addicts. I appreciate and envy people who read a lot. I actually enjoy the sight of people reading and writing. I don’t know much about the genres of the book, but if I am to read a book and if I have to choose one among many I choose something that excites me.

Just as choosing, picking, even eating and our everyday choices, thoughts and actions must be exciting for us. I believe that our excitements must amuse us while it grows us as well. I hope that the excitement of your choices are exciting enough to grow you, mold you and prepares you to be a better person every day.

P.S: Some random thoughts based on the inspiration drawn from the choices of books of mine.

Today started just as any other day but today the day ended as no other days. I will tell you why. The inspiration was “THE WHITE ROSE”. I have been meaning to write something about prayers and wishes for almost a month now, but I couldn’t just arrange my thoughts into expression. Sometimes your thoughts jumble, sometimes you are short of vocabulary and sometimes you can’t seem to find an inspiration. May be that was the same case on delayed expression of this thoughts of mine.

Today someone plucked a white rose and gave it to me! Do I seem so excited? My friend and I were returning home taking walk and taking pictures of flowers. A stranger called us towards him and out of blue he plucked the rose and offered it to me saying it was from my friend to me. It was just a single flower but among all the flowers I took picture of today, the white rose stood out. He was a stranger and we may never meet him, but all I could do was wish him all the best wishes and prayers he deserved. I smiled almost hundred times while I offered my sincere wishes and prayers within.

Have you ever asked someone for their prayers and wishes? Do you ever do? Or do you ever wish prayers and wishes for someone? How much do you mean it when you wish them? This is too much of a question right? Let me ask you the final question, do you believe in prayers and wishes of others? By asking these questions, I am not trying to preach you something on prayers and wishes but I just wanted to tell you that I do believe. That if I say I will count on to your prayers and wishes I do count on to them. There are countable few whom I always ask for their prayers and wishes for my everyday because I know I can always count to theirs and their prayers and wishes have given me miracles. As I write this and if you are reading this, you already know I count on to your prayers and wishes.

And if I ever wish you my prayers and wishes I really do, without a single shade of doubt as pure as the white rose from the stranger. May be we can be either the stranger who offers flowers or a stranger who wishes prayers and wishes onto someone known or unknown. The world is full of kind souls, if you can’t find one be one. Giver of flowers or giver of prayers and wishes, either way you are choosing to be one of kind kind. May be you can help start a day or end a day. Our simple kind thoughts and actions matter.

P.S: Some random thoughts and prayers and wishes to the stranger of white rose.

We were like day and night

Without one one wouldn’t arise

We were like cold and warmth

One had to feel to know the other

We were like earth and sun

Too near and we would be burnt

Too far and we wouldn’t exist

We were like old and cradle

One had chapters completed

One had chapters to unfold

We were like heart and brain

One had to feel, other had to think

We were like poor and rich

One had nothing to lose

Other had everything to lose

We were like pain and happiness

One had to be abandoned

Other had to be created

We were like summer and Autumn

One had to exit

The next had to enter

But somehow in-between

We existed together

As day and night in 24 hours

Cold and warmth as weather in a day

As earth and sun in a solar system

As cradle and old in one life time

As heart and brain in one body

As poor and rich in loss and gain

As pain and happiness in tears and smiles

As summer and Autumn in seasons of the year

We were us all along

Existing together as a different entity

Just as you and me, he and she, they and us.

Eighth March is celebrated International Woman’s Day. The first thing I saw as I opened my eyes today was one missed call and a text message from the same person. The message read “Happy Woman’s Day”. The message and text was sent around mid-night when the clock stuck to 8^th March. As if it was my birthday I felt grateful. Scrolling through the social media pages I see our women in the nation celebrated the day too. I see they wore red today. I had to browse through on why red. It is a sign of solidarity and revolutionary love for a “Day without a woman”. I had no idea about the color today but I chose to wear something beautiful. I wanted to feel myself special on this woman’s day. So I gave myself a treat with a kind thought and costume of my choice.

“No woman, No Cry. #happy#international#woman’s#Day” was one of the many wishes posted today. Back during the days I saw this quote famous among tuckers. I saw this quote written on the truck doors or at the back of the trucks. I always thought that the truckers did not want woman if they wanted to live happy but a different thought strike me today on seeing this quote. I think you will not cry if there is no woman but I think you will not get to be happy if there is no woman. How??? What nonsense are you talking? How can both be possible? Are you questioning this? Yes, I will tell you why and how.

If it wasn’t for your mother (woman) may be you wouldn’t have made your first cry. You would have lost the chance of your first laughter. So may be the quote was “No woman, No life”. Cheers! Happy OURS day to every woman, mothers, sisters, friends and to the WOMAN.

P.S: I am not discriminating man with this article, this is one of the thoughts from my wandering thoughts.

It was during one of those days

When thoughts wandered

And I wanted to pen it down

AND I wrote a line

Then everything came to halt

The things around me

And the wandering thoughts in my mind

What did I even want to convey?

To whom was I even trying to write for?

I have a blog

Which usually gets clogged

I have a friend who gives a push

With a push I write a line

With a push I read a line

It is with a line

I am able to write a paragraph

With a line I am able to complete a book

The single line is the start!

Write even if it is a line

Read even if it is a line

A line even if in weeks or years

You never know how long you live

You never know how many lines it would amount to

What makes you different from unknown?

If you remain like one

Start with a line

Even if it is a line.

Cheers!

I want to share what I am up to these days or it would be more appropriate if I share what we are up to. But who would care what I am up to? A little part of me hopes that at least few would be interested to know about what I am up to. This is neither something about what I am going through emotionally nor about my financial and physical development. It is about what we are doing in our career. I felt it would be appropriate and informative if I can share with you what we are up to.

We are far away from our homes either studying, working or for reasons known and unknown. We remain aloof in a crowded world. Sometimes even unaware of basic information of our own birthplace. We surf internet every minute with most visited site being social media. We sometimes wish to know what is going on back at home but are left helpless. Department of local Government has come up with solution for this dilemma. Website where Gewog profile, details of local Government functionaries and civil servants, infrastructures, plans and budgets of the Gewog and Information on different sectors will be available now. All you need is to click on http://www.localgovernment.bt

Gewog Administrative officers and Dzongkhag Statistical Officers are in the verge of punching the processed data. Gewogs under Mongar and Lhuntse Dzongkhags have started entering the relevant data starting 26^th February, 2019.

This is what we are up to this days and hope what we are up to keep you updated with information of your own place of choice.

Hello my Ex-valentine,

I do not celebrate valentine. The first time I did was with you and the last time I did was with you. After almost three years I am back to where all our memories started. May be it is the 14^th February that is doing the trick or may be it is this place that is doing the trick. I am reminded of our memories together. The facebook memories of two years back reminds me of our moments together. The caption reads “Hey bae. Happy valentines day. May us be us always. Love you bae.” The fact that you are you and I am me still does not change but sadly we couldn’t be us together.

Almost a year and I still feel our memories vivid. The last time we decided to walk away from one another I was tearing up and my voice shaking. It was just that puzzling junction where we had to make our own choices. I think you did yours and I did mine. I think we did great that day. We would stay a friend that is what we told one another. Deep down I knew that was just a word, mere word out of words. That tick mark of “Friend” in our social media kept us connected. That was the only string that kept us together. We were friends without conversations. One late night I was on vodka and texted you “I miss you a little more today”. Then I got a reply that you are in relationship with someone and I congratulated you on your new mission and vision. That was the last conversation of our string “friend”. May be that was the last conversation.

I just wanted to let you know that we have met for reason and we have departed for a reason. May be you are celebrating your valentine today and I just wanted to tell you that I do not celebrate valentine anymore.

P.S: I wrote this just out of familiarity of this place and memories. I am doing perfectly well.

May be it was since the first time I saw people in orange uniform (though I don’t remember when was that first time) but I wished to wear that uniform. It was a sincere wish. I loved seeing them do helpful voluntary services; their presence and aid during needful times and the times they would proudly stand in the crowd with pride were few of the attracting forces into the beginning journey. While in the mid of appreciation of their services and looking upon them I completed my graduation and then later entered into service. So long has passed while I was just observing.

I got into a job in the mid of March, 2017 and then I reported to my working station by April, 2017. My wish of few years met with an opportunity! The 25^th batch of Desuups were to be trained from Eastern Region. I was just a month and few days into job and was in dilemma on whether I should join the group or not. My family had very limited knowledge about Desuups and they were asking me to act like a womanJ. My aunty thought Desuup was something only man can do. While in that dilemma I met with a friend- to be. His presence and words made my decisions much clearer. May be I was waiting for someone like him to guide me. So the answer is very obvious. I decided to join the 25^th batch. A sincere wish comes flying to you one day or the other.

Thirty five days of toil, sweats, runs, sit-ups, push-ups, dances, rock climbing, rappelling, shoots, laughter and tears came to an end in a split of second. In that split of second me and my comrades (117 of us) made a promise of life. Oath of everyday! We promised to be there for the country, people and the king in times of need. We pledged to be there for the TSA-WA-SUM in times of natural disasters. We vowed to be there for the TSA-WA-SUM in all times. We promised to remain thoughtful in our thoughts, words and actions. We promised to not let down our Supreme Commander and Desuup fellow mates. We promised to remain true to ourselves and the TSA-WA-SUM. We promised to abide by our honor code.

And today on this Fourth Desuung Raising Day I promise the same. I want to remind the same to my Desuup fellow mates. Wherever I may be, whenever it may be, to whomever it may be, to whatsoever it may be, and to why-so-ever it may be I will always remain a Desuup and abide by the Honor code.

Desuups just have a beginning story to narrate and it is their services to the nation that will tell the ending story. Being a Desuup is a life time journey for me.

HAPPY 4^th DESUUNG RAISING DAY!

P.S: I and my family now encourage my younger brother to join Desuup one day. Now my aunty thinks Desuup is for both male and female. It will be a life long journey for my brother as well.