Most elderly people whines of getting plagued by insomnia with the passing time yet small kids can reminiscence clearly, he who napped next to them cognizes very well how soundly one get into slumber by their warm regulation of body temperature. Back then as a little kid, I would have broken the genius world record had there been one of the best child who sleeps so soundly with our grandparents. I realized how good I was at it since I adored the mantras of praise that lingered at the tip of my late grandfathers’ tongue. He is such a gracious superhuman being who groomed me so well at my infancy. He took me to sleep by narrating the biographies of Guru Padmasambhava and got me up by his daily soothing early morning prayers.
However, the time has come even warmth of my grandpa couldn't get me to fall sleep. Fliping left and right, rolling and kicking my legs beneath blanket like a caterpillar roasting in the sun i couldn't maintain calmness. This signalled something was wrong with me because i was totally carried away by the next days plan of playing archery.
The long awaited day was yet to break but I was slithering off the edge of patience deep within which made me curse a whole night for being so long. I did not possess any electronic gadgets to entertain in those bygone days or at least we had radio and wall clock hanging in alter room but it was to no avail when grandfather taught me the timing at night listening to roosters crow and shifting position of stars at night in the azure sky. The whole night I was facing towards the window which I kept unnoticeably open not to let in air and also wide enough to see the crack of dawn through it at the peril of grandpas notice. Despite the wide opening of my eyelid I could only see darkness and time and again elevated my head and picked my ear to listen to cock crowing.
Slowly at the snail’s pace, the light took over the dusk and no sooner did I hear my dad churning SUJAA in kitchen, I hopped out of the bed with a big cry of exhilaration. Then I gradually executed my duty of sweeping surroundings and offering CHOEP (water) in alter. After this, in order, we enjoy THUEB (porridge), TEA (salt or sugar tea) with KHABZEY and ZAW. Then comes exceptional and well prepared Breakfast comprising of assorted curry with red rice but for me, nothing mattered more than playing ARCHERY with my friends on this special day.
A pacific Bhutanese society is well painted by a striking game of archery. This is such a vibrant game which brings together everyone irrespective of age, gender, ethnicity, culture, race etc. to celebrate and cherish a wonderful and auspicious occasion. Around 9am on the day of losar, I reminisce everyone rushing towards their play field and different groups of people get swarmed in their respective archery playground. Howling and cheering, dancing and singing by enjoying different drinks and foods, a day gets passes by.
Unlike in the past, although my interest in sport diminishes, I never forgo its value and impact on my life. The more I celebrate losar, the wiser I become of things happening around and in fact, now I realize the actual importance of this special day.
This year is a very extraordinary for me as it is my year (The Dog Year) and at the same time from the astrological point of view, it’s very critical as well. Let there be the perfect blend of Happiness, success and achievement with virtuous surpassing the evils.
Therefore I wish you all a very happy losar. May you all be blessed with a successful endeavors and have a wish fulfilling year.
Slowly at the snail’s pace, the light took over the dusk and no sooner did I hear my dad churning SUJAA in kitchen, I hopped out of the bed with a big cry of exhilaration. Then I gradually executed my duty of sweeping surroundings and offering CHOEP (water) in alter. After this, in order, we enjoy THUEB (porridge), TEA (salt or sugar tea) with KHABZEY and ZAW. Then comes exceptional and well prepared Breakfast comprising of assorted curry with red rice but for me, nothing mattered more than playing ARCHERY with my friends on this special day.
A pacific Bhutanese society is well painted by a striking game of archery. This is such a vibrant game which brings together everyone irrespective of age, gender, ethnicity, culture, race etc. to celebrate and cherish a wonderful and auspicious occasion. Around 9am on the day of losar, I reminisce everyone rushing towards their play field and different groups of people get swarmed in their respective archery playground. Howling and cheering, dancing and singing by enjoying different drinks and foods, a day gets passes by.
Unlike in the past, although my interest in sport diminishes, I never forgo its value and impact on my life. The more I celebrate losar, the wiser I become of things happening around and in fact, now I realize the actual importance of this special day.
This year is a very extraordinary for me as it is my year (The Dog Year) and at the same time from the astrological point of view, it’s very critical as well. Let there be the perfect blend of Happiness, success and achievement with virtuous surpassing the evils.
Therefore I wish you all a very happy losar. May you all be blessed with a successful endeavors and have a wish fulfilling year.
Tashi Delek
