Monday, 2 December 2019

Smash & Grab: Annexation of Sikkim – Sunanda K. Datta - Ray




Sikkim, a wonderland adorned with beautiful and pristine valley tugged afar in the mountain ranges was at normal heart race when the British left the Indian Soil. She was a confident and dauntless kind ready to sacrifice everything for her subject. Blessed with rich cultural heritage she prided in her unexploited abundance of their virgin natural environment. ‘Choegyal’ May all good be victorious or popularly referred as ‘Mewang Choegyel Chenpo’ the Supreme Dharma King, the 12th ruler of the Kingdom of Sikkim who has unbroken and untainted heavenly Choegyal lineage was peacefully ruling the small kingdom when India got its share in the pie of politics.
Chogyal Pelden Thondup Namgyal, was most unfortunate ruler who faced the turbulent scenario whereby having to set the reigning sun at midday; the long line of developmental plans got snapped in between; a peaceful wind of governance became churning storm; a wonderful dream turned out the deadly nightmare when their freedom slowly got unsheathed at the hand of domineering India.
Sikkim was grabbed from his throat and smashed over and over again till no man could stand on its way succumbing under Indian authority. In tandem with the every single cells  of Chogyel being killed from within by cancer, Sikkim was gradually consumed by the callous politicians.
Chogyel’s hope was doomed by the series of tragedy. He was struck by strings of an unfortunate incident as his wife Hope Cooke left him no sooner did the problems got laid-out at his doorstep, his much invested hope in his son Tenzin was mysteriously killed in the car accident. As his hope and wish being bitten by all those ill-fated episode, his life force was gradually swallowed by cancer at the time when his country was on the brink of downfall at the vast Indians graveyard. He found his solace mostly in wine at the later part of his life.
The twilight saga of Sikkim was such a painful romance interwoven with Trust vs. Betrayal, dependence vs. hurtful, peace vs. turmoil, Loyalty vs. Disloyalty, Power vs. dominance. It overall paints the pathetic, helpless and crippled picture of the kingdom being preyed upon by its enemy like a lamb of flesh. This book gives us a masterpiece of a lesson.

Some of the pertinent factors which paved the way for Indian Dominance are:
·         British India flooded the small valley with Nepalese origin people which led to the minority of native Sikkimese.
·         Unclear demarcation of boarder with India due to constant trespass of Britisher beyond Sikkim boarder.
·         The treaty signed with British India giving authority to look into the foreign related matters was bequeathed to India when they left Indian soil.
                  India’s divide and rule policy saw the seed of hatred amongst the different cast, creed, and religion.
·               Politician’s hungry quest for power has undermined the national patriotism.
·               Small nation being too much dependent on India.

Citing those documents that have not been seen by any other writer, Sunanda k. Datta – Ray through his firsthand information gives us the whole package of in-depth hidden stories of Sikkim. He had alone witnessed all the events surmounting many obstacles and communicated the essential story through this book. For which he deserves all our respect and gratitude for making the information available to all.






Monday, 18 November 2019

Absence makes heart grow fonder



(A tale of the Sunflower in the east and the butterfly in the west)


Except the few rustle of leaves over the hills, the morning was at ease to run the day. Clouds were jovially dispersing to clear the sky. Somewhere towards the west beneath the wooden framed window sill the butterfly slowly curled his body and twisted to flap his wings and tugged apart the bluish curtain sagging over him. It was an early beam that landed over this house and struck his forehead laden with the warmth of love and care that run deep down his veins which soon contracted throughout his body. A dose of affection; a shiver of excitement; a surge of love ever on rise has driven him crazy most of the times longing for her encounter.

To open the door just to welcome the early morning sun rays has become his favorite routine of the day. The greatest daily an offer he can’t refuse is to gaze at the rising sun and await with much hope to feel the presence of her glowing messages present in it. Thus, he was all gratitude as beam errands her rays just to drop sunflower’s message. It wasn’t a heat but it was a greeting couriered from the far-east. It wasn’t just a light but a streak of cordial dawn of doom bestowed upon them. As the day rolled on gradually, he couldn’t help then decipher the messages sent-off by the Sunflower.
As the night wore on, how much he wished to fly around her for a little more yet far and wide. Equally loneliness raced against him, he just solaced through the embrace of serene night looking at the moon and reveals his secrets to chilly breeze creasing across his face that blows towards the Sunflower.  Every time he looks at the moon only to see her bright glowing yellow color and accept the notion that in the distant east, an exquisite Sunflower would also be just counting the stars beneath azure sky at the coincident point. Beholding the delightful vision of her winking smile over the glittering face he recites, “Baby, I love you to the moon and back.” Before slumber steadily loomed over him as the time run round the clock…    
He duly entrusts his heart mantras to a gentle gust in honor of her mission in dispatching the messages each day from the rising hill. then, he pens down…

Dear…..
The finest, loveliest, heartiest, and most beautiful sunflower,

I was enthralled at the bright yellow,
Fate got me hovering over you
Mooring on you was my choice
And slurping nectar was love beyond control.
Please hear me out,
I hum not to your petal but heart;
 And kiss not your seed but soul,
Beautiful things are endless
My love is boundless
Your heart I have is priceless
My love you have is candid
Our bond is just matchless.
Amongst the countless of rest
My eye merely beholds you -
Sunflower!
What you are is all I ever need,
In you I have discovered me
I am more me when I am with you.
I love you today,
Tomorrow is 14th
I love you more
And always.
You are too far
Yet too close to heart
Absence makes heart grow fonder.
As alike as two peas in a pot
The stable and peace shall befall unto us!

Sincerely Yours,
Butterfly

Wednesday, 30 October 2019

Patiently yours




I want to run afar
Through the grooves and ravines
Underneath heat 
and brace out cold
Tracing your footfalls
To the place you reside

Your absence made
A deep cut into my heart
Hard, really hard
To put up with

Country road, take me to her
Patiently yours,


Locked away



All my inmost self, adored her everything
So endearing, much gentle
No Flaws
No Complaints
Let love be boundless
Praise lord, my soul;
Holding an old Key
Firmly got I locked away
Inside her

I want to be the smile on your lips
More beautiful than stars
I want to be the glow on your face
More brilliant than the sun
Most important of all
I want to be the air you breathe

With you
Highest would I soar
Had there been wing to my love
Furthest would I travel
Had there been a wheel to my love


Friday, 30 August 2019

Women Empowerment



A woman is a fertile ground, within her is the treasure-full of love and care; a woman is a wild soul, within her is the endless possibilities; a woman is the complete circle, within her is the power to create, nurture and transform. Yet they live devoid of the light in the darkness of the social issues like illiteracy, dowry, rape, female infanticide, inequity, domestic violence, sexual harassment, illegal trafficking, prostitution and discrimination.
The world need to heed their voice and let the words weigh on each individual. The leaders need to recognize the path and let them tread over their dreams. The systems need to unshackle their freedom and let the ideas flow free in the field of developments. The society needs to respect and let them feel we all are part of one humanity.
You either get bitter or better; shrinks or expands upon the flow of the situation. Bettering the situation for women comes only through providing proper education, ensuring right to equality, and enabling them to take part in all areas of decision making. Because a woman having knowledge of running the home is closer to understanding the problems of running the country.

Tuesday, 4 June 2019

Homesick

At the point when sleepless I lie, 

As the hours sneak past, 

I go strolling the ways back home. 

I hear the lullaby tune,

So gentle and clear,

Only to learn

That I crave her presence.

Miss You Mom, See you soon !

Monday, 3 June 2019

Nature Art


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Nature lends her brush,
to the forms of design,
that flows from it,
in her solitary,
For nature is its masterpiece
And design is her creativity.

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Friday, 3 May 2019

Happy Teachers' Day


༄༅།། ཞོགས་པའི་ཉི་འོད་ཀྱི་འོག་ཏུ་ ང་ལ་བསམ་བློ་རྒྱ་དང་རྩ་བརྒྱད་འཁོར་བཞིན་པའི་ཁྲོད་ནས་ སློབ་དཔོན་དྲན་ཐེངས་རེར་ ངའི་མིག་ལམ་དུ་བླ་མ་རྣམས་ཀྱི་བཞིན་རས་གསལ་གྱི་ལེར་ཤར་བ་དང་ ངའི་རྣ་ལམ་དུ་ཁོང་ཚོའི་སྐད་གདངས་སྟོངས་ལྷང་ངེར་འཁོར་འོང་གིན་འདུག་པས་ ཁོང་ཚོ་ལ་བཀའ་དྲིན་ནི་ ངས་ཚེ་གང་བོར་སྲིད་ཀྱི་མ་རེད།
སློབ་དཔོན་གྱིས་ རྒྱུ་ནོར་དང་སྟོབས་གོ་ས་ མིང་གཏམ་དང་དབང་ཚད་ལ་སྲེད་པའི་ རེ་བ་ནི་རི་བོང་གི་རྭ། རུས་སྦལ་གྱི་སྤུ། མོ་གཤམ་གྱི་བུ་ལྟར་དུ་ཆུང་ཞིང་ ཐོབ་འདོད་དང་དགོ་འདོད་ཀྱི་བསམ་པ་འདྲེས་མ་མེད་པར་ རྣམ་དག་ཡོན་ཏན་གྱི་དངོས་འགྲུབ་གནང་བ་ལ་ བཀའ་དྲིན་ཉིན་གཅིག་གཉིས་ཙམ་མིན་པར་བསྟུད་མར་ཞུ་ཆོག།
འོ་མ་ལས་དཀར་ཞིང་སྦྲང་རྩི་ལས་ཞིམ་པའི་སེམས་གསོན་པོ་ཞིག་སྦས་ཡོད་པའི་གང་ཟག་ནི་ དྲིན་ཅན་གྱི་སློབ་དཔོན་ཤ་སྟག་ཡིན་པས་ ཡིད་ནས་བརྗེད་མི་ཐུབ་པའི་བཀའ་དྲིན་དགའ་ཚོར་ཞུ།
ཆུ་ཤེལ་དང་འདྲ་བའི་བསམ་པ་ རྡོ་རྗེ་དང་འདྲ་བའི་གཤིས་ཀ་ ཁ་བཏགས་དང་འདྲ་བའི་ངང་རྒྱུད་ རྒྱ་མཚོ་དང་འདྲ་བའི་ཡོན་ཏན་ཅན་ཀྱི་སློབ་དཔོན་ཚོའི་ཉིན་ལ་ དགའ་ཚོར་གྱི་གུས་འདུད་ཞུ་བར་དགེའོ།། །།


At the young morning hour beneath the hanging rays of the sun, I ponder, minds anchored to the hundreds and thousands of rippling thoughts. This moment contains every moment. At every pulse of thoughts, an ace of visions recurrently flashed over my mind are all about my teachers. Every word of praise hanging in the air is of my Teachers. To whom I humbly offer my prayers and gratitude which I can’t afford to forget in my entire lifetime.
The greatness of teachers can’t be fathomed or surmised. What you did, what you do, and what you will do would echo in eternity. From the little inclination towards the wealth, title, post and power, it distinctly shows your base of intend for choosing to travel the path of a teacher. For that, I pay my sincere gratitude for eternity.
The nature of your mind is as bright as the moonlight, as sweet as honey, as clean as milk, as stable as Vajra, as pure as a white scarf and bears the knowledge of an ocean-depth. Hereby, I humbly bow down at your feet with great admiration of deference on this auspicious occasion to wish all the teachers of the past, present, and future ……a Happy Teachers’ Day!


Monday, 8 April 2019

༼ལྐུག་པའི་སྣང་བ་གང་ཤར༽



༄༅།། །། འོ་་ཡ་་་་་་་ རླུང་ཚོགས་པའི་གྱང་མེད་ལ་བློ་གསང་ཚུགས་པའི་སྣོད་དཀའ་བས་ སེམས་བསམ་པའི་གཏིང་ནས་ཐོན་པའི་སྙིང་གཏམ་ཚོ་ བསྔགས་བརྗོད་ཀྱི་མེ་ཏོག་གཏོར་བཞིན་བཤད་ན་ རང་ལ་མིང་གི་རྣམ་གྲངས་མ་འདྲཝ་་་་་་་་་འཇམ་དབྱངས་ཆོས་འཕེལ། བསྐལ་བཟང་ཚི་རིང་། ངག་དབང་ཆོས་གྲགས། བཅས་གྲངས་མང་ཡོད་ཀྱང་དོན་ལ་ངོ་བོ་གཅིག་མིང་གི་རྣམ་གྲངས་ཡིན་ལ་ གཟུགས་འཛིན་གྱི་མེ་ལོང་ལྟ་བུ་ སྐྱིད་སྡུག་འདྲེས་མའི་ལོ་རྒྱུས་ཁྲ་ལམ་མེ་ གསལ་གྱིལ་ལེ་ རྗེན་ལྷང་ངེར་རེ་ ཡིག་ཆུང་གནག་པོ་གྲལ་དུ་སྦྱོར་ཏེ གཤམ་གསལ་ལྟར་བཀོད་ན།
ཕལ་ཆེར་ལོ་རྒྱུས་དེ་དག་ནི་ རྒྱབ་ཏུ་ངུ་ཤོར་ཞིང་དགོད་བྲོ་བ་དང་ ཡི་མུག་ཅིང་ཞེ་མེར་བ་ བློ་བདེ་ཞིང་སེམས་སྐྱིད་པ་ ཡིད་བག་ཕེབས་ཅིང་ཐུགས་སྤྲོ་བའི་ གསང་བའི་གཏམ་རྒྱུད་དུ་མ་ཞིག་སྦས་ཡོད་པ་ནི་ ཁ་ཡར་དྲག་ལ་ བཤད་འདོད་དང་མིག་མར་བཙུམས་ལ་གླེང་དགོས་པའི་ རེ་བ་གངས་ཀྱི་ཆུ་རྒྱུན་ལྟར་མི་ཆད་པར་མནར་བས་ ད་ནི་བཤད་ཆོག།
ད་བར་དུ་སྐྱིད་སྡུག་གི་ཤུགས་རྐྱེན་ནི་ ཉིན་མཚན་ལོ་ཟླའི་གོམ་འགྲོས་དང་ དབྱར་དགུན་སྟོན་དཔྱིད་ཀྱི་འཁོར་འགྲོས་ ཡར་ངོ་དང་མར་ངོའི་འཕེལ་འགྲིབ་དུས་ཀྱི་ཕོ་ཉའི་ཤུལ་ལམ་དུ་རིམ་ཀྱིས་རྗེས་སུ་འབྲང་བཞིན་ཡོད་པས་ མི་ཚེ་ཀྱི་ལྦ་བ་མཐུག་པོའི་གུར་ ལོ་རྒྱུས་ཀྱི་ཞབས་རྗེས་གསལ་བོ་ཞིག་མི་རྙེད་སྨོས་ཅི་དགོས།
གང་ལྟར་ཡང་ ལོ་ཆུང་བྱིས་པའི་དུས་སུ་ བྱིས་པ་དང་དཔོན་འདྲ་ཞེས་པའི་དཔེ་བཞིན་ སྒོ་ངའི་ནང་གི་སེར་ཐིག་དང་ ཁོག་པའི་དང་གི་སྙིང་ཐིག་ མིག་ནང་གི་ནག་ཐིག་ལྟར་ ཕམ་སྤུན་ཚུས་གཅེས་པར་སྐྱོང་བཞིན་པའི་ཕྲུག་གུ་ཞིག་ཡིན། རང་ནི་ཆུང་དུས་སྣང་མེད་ཀྱི་སོན་བཏབ་ དགའ་བའི་དོར་བསྡེབས་ སྐྱིད་པའི་ཐོང་བཙུགས་ སྤྲོ་བའི་ཆུ་བླུགས་ཏེ་ལང་འཚོའི་དུས་ཚོད་ཀྱི་སྨྱུ་གུ་སྔོན་མོ་ཡིད་དུ་འོང་པོ་ འཁྲུངས་ནས་སྡོད་བཞིན་དུ། མི་ཚེ་ཉེ་འཁོར་གྱི་བརླབ་བྱའི་གཏམ་ཕྲེང་སྨྲ་བ་ལ་ བུ་ཆུང་གི་འགྲམ་པར་འོ་ཞིམ་པོའི་བྲོཝ་མྱོང་བ་ལྟར་ཅི་ནས་ཀྱང་སྙན་པའི་ཚིག་རྣམས་ བརྩེ་བའི་མིག་མཐར་དགའ་བའི་མཆི་མ་འཁོར་བཞིན་བཟང་པོའི་བརླབ་བྱ་ངག་གི་སྒོ་མོ་ནས་རང་ལ་ གསལ་པོར་གསུངས་མཁན་དྲིན་ཆེན་ཨ་ཕ་དང་ཨ་མ་གཉིས་ལའང་དགའ་ཚོར་བསམ་ལས་འདས།
ད་ནི་མདུན་ལམ་གྱི་མི་ཚེ་བསམ་དུས་ སེམས་ནི་སེར་བ་འབབ་འབབ་ སྙིང་ནི་རྦབ་རྡོ་རིལ་རིལ་ གློ་བ་ལུ་གུ་འབའ་འབའ་ མཆིན་པ་ཐོག་རྒོད་ཡར་ཡར་དུ་གྱུར་ཏེ་ རེ་ཞིག་ཅི་བྱ་གཏོལ་མེད་དུ་གྱུར་ཀྱང་ འདུན་བསྐྱོད་ཀྱི་ལམ་དུ་དོན་སྙིང་ལྡན་པའི་གོམ་པ་རེ་སྤོ་བ་ནི་ རྒྱ་མཚོར་འཇུག་པའི་གྲུ་རྫིངས་དང་འདྲ་བར་ སྐབས་རེར་རླུང་ཞི་ཞིང་རླབས་འཇགས་པ་དང་ སྐབས་རེར་གནམ་ས་འོག་བསྒྱུར་པའི་རྦ་ཀློང་དྲག་པོའི་ཁྲོད་དུ་ཞུགས་ཏེ་ འཆི་བ་སྲོག་ལ་ཐུག་པའི་གནས་སྟངས་ལྟ་བུ་དང་འཕྲད་ཀྱང་ རང་ནི་ས་མཐར་འཁྱམས་མ་དགོ་པར་འགྲོ་སའི་ལམ་དང་འཛུལ་སའི་ཁུང་སྟོན་ཞིང་ ལམ་ཁྲིད་མཛད་པ་པོ་དྲིན་ཅན་གྱི་ཕམ་ཡིན་པས་ ཤིན་ཏུ་ནས་བཀའ་དྲིན་ཆེ།
ལས་ཀ་དང་བྱ་བ་ལ་དུངས་པའི་འདུན་མ་སྔོན་དུ་བརྫངས་ཏེ་ གནས་ཡུལ་འདིར་སླེབས་པ་ནི་ ལོ་ལམ་ཟླ་དང་ ཟླ་ལམ་མཚན་གྱིས་བཅད་དེ་ བླ་སློབ་རྣམས་ཀྱིས་ལེགས་པའི་ཡོོོན་ཏན་རྒྱས་པར་བཤམས་པའི་འགྲལ་དུ་འབྱོར་བས་ མིག་ལ་མཆི་མ་འཁྲིགས་པའི་བདེ་སྐྱིད་དང་ ལུས་ལ་བ་སྤུ་གཡོ་བའི་དགའ་སྤྲོ་མྱོང་ཡོད་པས་ བསྐལ་ལྡན་ལས་འཕྲོ་ཅན་རང་གིས་དད་དམ་གཙང་མའི་མོ་གུས་ཀྱི་མེ་ཏོག་བཞད་དེ་ བཀའ་སྤྱད་འཁུར་ནུས་པའི་སྦྲང་རྩི་ཀྱི་བློ་སྤོབས་སྨིན་པའི་འབྲས་བུ་ཡིན་སྙམ་པའི་སྣང་བ་ཤར་རོ།
འཁོར་བ་པའི་བཙོན་རར་གཏི་མུག་ལྕགས་ཐག་གིལོང་དེ་ལྟ་བུ་ཞིག་རང་གི་སྐེ་ལ་གོན་ནས་ སྦྲང་རྩིས་འཛིན་པའི་བུང་བ་དང་ རྙི་ལ་ཐེབས་པའི་བྱིའུ་དང་བཙོན་ལ་བཀག་པའི་ཉེས་ཅན་ཞིག་དང་འདྲ་བས་  ཕྱོགས་ལས་རྣམ་པར་རྒྱལ་བའི་བྲག་རི་ལ་ ཚེར་མ་བསྣུན་འདོད་རང་ཉིད་འཕུང་བའི་རྒྱུ་ལྟར་ བཟང་ལས་འོ་མའི་མཚོ་ནང་དུ་ ངན་ལས་ཁྲག་གི་ཐིགས་པ་འཕེན་པ་ནི་ བདག་གཞན་གཉིས་ཀའི་འགྲོ་ལམ་ངན་པས་ ཕན་པའི་ལས་དོན་སྤེལ་བའི་ཆེད་ སྤང་བླང་ཆ་ལ་མི་རྨོངས་ཤིང་ བཟང་ལུགས་ཚུལ་བཞིན་སྐྱོང་ལ་མི་ངལ་བར་ རྣམ་དཀར་དགེ་བའི་ལས་ལ་བརྩོན་ཞིང་ བསྟན་དང་འགྲོ་དོན་ཁོ་ན་ལྷུར་ལེན་འདོད་ཀྱི་དམ་བཅའ་བཅས་ གུས་པ་རང་གི་སེམས་ལ་ཅི་འཆར་ཡི་གེའི་གཟུགས་སུ་བཀོད་པ་ལ་ ནོར་འཁྲུལ་འབྱུང་ན་བཟོད་གསོལ་ཞུའོ།།

Thursday, 4 April 2019

The Death in The memory of Living



From outside a death-roll strikes the air
The stink of mourning hangs everywhere
She will scrub the world clean for the new generation
I suppose she look as such a good soul should
She does not need
My name nailed upon the grave
I will not be amazed to face her one day
A light of freedom in my house
Probably tethering my fate for one final time
When her wrath come forth like fire, and burn my hope none to restore
As bare as December tree I would lie stand still
Breast heaving
Eyes staring
I who am but dust and ashes
And to dust I shall return
Death will shine forth until I reincarnate
When the lifespan cry for help, the death hears.




Tuesday, 19 March 2019

Go Gentle to Grow Old



Blessed are the ones who are born with the silver spoon in their mouth but not many get a chance to enjoy the world in their upper hand. The principle of the survival of the fittest gulps each mankind to the peril of burning their last calories and succumb struggling to their final blow of air. He who is lucky gets to see the world from the higher angle which often goes unnoticed of the minute painful cases below and so fast overlook the important minors. Life requires to be fed by the hand and leg, one can’t list the comfort on demand list to run at his wish yet rather need to accept what life has got in his coffer to offer.

Wind might howl, sky might grumble and earth may groan to gamble your fate against difficulties but grow old in wisdom to park your self-esteem at the base of challenges. Getting things stupefied in your eyes are runway in making for the hitches to land at ease. Foresee the promising teething troubles before you gets toppled down the beneath defeat.
The common phrases has to say, mighty crash the weak but it is not the case always as old legend goes where mighty tighter got tamed by a group of tiny frogs. In the bed of the humble man, one can find the corpse of their gentleness.
Go Gentle to Grow old.

Thursday, 28 February 2019

My Pen Bleeds...


It little halts an idle pen
Among the barren lines
Calling the letters in queue

Of that pen who's first duty
Brought words into the world,
All their woe bears slavery's scar
Under the bondage of trading messages

From the sullen mouth 
My pen bleeds to the day wanes
Bloody is his head
Yet never surrender

After it gets past the lines 
Abandoned are the legacies
So laden in meaning
They always begin dragging too soon

Out of the onerous adventure 
Hath yet earned his honor
To be mightier than the sword

Between my finger and my thumb
My pen bleeds to the day wanes

Monday, 25 February 2019

2019 (List of Books read)

1. A moveable feast
- Ernest Hemingway
2. Has the west lost it?
- Kishore Mahbubani
3. The spider and the piglet
- The Centre for the Bhutan Studues
4. Bhutan's Nye
5. The Crucible
- Arthur Miller
6. The Bhutanese Guide to happiness
-Gyonpo Tshering
7. On the Jews and their lies
-Martinluther
8. The Druk Journal- Transforming Bhutan's Economy.
25/03/19
9. ཚུལ་ཁྲིམས་རྒྱ་མཚོ།།
དཔལ་དོན་གྲུབ་རྒྱལ་གྱི་བརྩམས།
26/03/19
10. The Hero with A Thousand Eyes
-Karma Ura, 07/04/2019

11. Gururinpoche of Orissa/ཨོ་རི་སའམ་ ཨོ་རྒྱན་ཡུལ་གྱི་གུ་རུ་རིན་པོ་ཆེ།
- Translator: Kelzang Wangdi

12.GNH Certification
-CBS, 2/05/2019

13. སྤྲིན་གྱི་རྒྱ་མཚོ་བརྒལ་བའི་རྩེ་གདུངས།།
-སྣ་ཚོགས་གཟུགས་ཅན། ༡/༠༥/༢༠༡༩
14. The Art of Happiness
-H.H Dalai Lama & Howard C. Cutler
7/05/2019

15. What I wish I knew When I was 20
Tina Seelig, 10/05/19

16.The Art of War
 - SunTzu: Translated by Thoma Cleary
/05/2019

17. Sapiens
A brief history of humankind
- Yuval Noah Harari
21/05/19
18. Homo Deus
-Yuval Noah Harari


19. The Noodle Maker of Kalimpong
-Gyalo Thondup

20. Sikkim: Requim for a Himalayan Kingdom
- Andrew Duff
21. Sikkim: Dawn of Democracy
-GBS Sidju
22. ཉེར་མཁོའི་སྒྲིག་ལམ་རྣམ་གཞག།
-སྒྲིག་ལམ་སྡེ་ཚན། སྲོལ་འཛིན་ལས་ཁུངས།
/08/19
23. Enlightened Courage
-Dilgo Khyentse
22/09/2019

24. Henry Kissinger on China
 25.Leaders eat at Last
- Simon Sinek
September 2019
26. The Black Swan
-Nassim Nicholas Taleb
October 2019
27. ཡན་ལག་བདུན་པའི་བཤད་པ།
- November
28. The tipping Point
- Malvom Gladwell
10/11/19
29. Smash and Grab: Annexation of Sikkim
  - Sunanda K. Datta-Ray
30/11/2019
31. The 100 Simple Secrets of Great Relationships
- 23/12/1990

Thursday, 17 January 2019

Hereby, I join Bhutan Civil Service fraternity

With His Excellency Foreign Minister, Lyonpo Tandi Dorji
My parents being poor, have only their dreams; they have spread their dreams under my feet to let me tread over it. My parents being unfortunate, never had an opportunity to study, but they grabbed the chance this time and cleared the path under my feet to let me pass through it and finally I have traveled thus far. Up and down the journey I have learned from my parents is never to squander our talents because they kinda did sadly in the face of poor fate to study. Watching them grew me that I truly would prefer not to confront this world with a similar fate coming on my way. I owe this to them for getting me out of an unfortunate trap.

Luckily, the ball is still in my court to focus on a person I am still working on becoming because have I missed some of their guidance would have driven me down the wrong path whereby I would be not even close to the person I am today. Appa, Amma, both of you have definitely knocked some sense into me to believe in the bitter root of education which ultimately bears sweet fruit.

It is over and beyond the words to express my appreciation, but I think it is a decent start to owe you both forever and ever love. You are the absolute world to me as you toiled so, so, hard to create an opportunity so that I can see the world through better and awakened lenses of providing service as Civil servant. Much obliged for both of you being the parents that perfectly meets the definition of 'wonderful parents' and giving me the life every child deserves. I love you both more than anything.
Thank you, teachers,, friends, and relatives. The enormity of your words and deeds are bigger than the soul can anticipate or mind can conceal. All of these are the pieces, an ultimate part of my whole success up till now.
Each and every one of you helped me become a piece which belongs to a part of a large network of civil servants. Today I passed through this entrance of auspicious occasion to become the member of the congregation who shall serve the Tsa Wa Sum with timeless value of Tha Damtsig and Ley-Gudrey. Under the supervision of great leaders, hope this career treats me well.
Tashi Deleg

Wednesday, 2 January 2019

Happy New Year

གླུ་སྙན་མོའི་ཁྲོད་ནས་ཡིད་སྨོན་བྱེད།།
དབྱངས་སྙན་མོའི་བར་ནས་སྨོན་འདུན་ཞུ།།
ཚིག་སྙན་མོའི་སེབ་ནས་ལོ་གསར་བདེ།།
སེམས་བསམ་པའི་སྟེང་ནས་མཚམས་འདྲི་ཞུ།།