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ས་མཐའི་ཁྱམས་པོ།
༆ ང་ནི་འཛམ་གླིང་ཡངས་པའི་གླིང་ལ་བསྐོར་སྐོར་བྱེད་དེ་ཁྱམས་པའི་སྤྲང་པོ་ཅིག་ཡིན། མི་ལོ་དུ་མར་མི་ཚེ་འཚོ་བཞིན་པའི་བུ་རང་གིས་ཡོད་ཚད་འཚོ་བའི་ཆ་རྐྱེན་སྐོར་རྩད་ཞིབ་དང་ཐབས་ལམ་གསར་དུ་རྟོགས་ཐབས་བྱེད་ཞིང་། འགྲུལ་བཞུད་ཀྱི་འཚོ་བའི་འཁོར་སྐྱོད་ཁྲོད་འཁུར་ཡོང་བའི་སུན་སྣང་ངམ་ནང་སེམས་ཀྱི་ནག་ནོག་དག་ལ་གཙང་སེལ་བྱེད། དེར་མ་ཟད་ངལ་ཞིང་དུབ་པའི་ལུས་ལའང་ སྟོབས་ཤུགས་ཁ་སྣོན་འཕར་ཏེ་ཡང་བསྐྱར་སྤྲང་པོ་རང་ནི་ཡ་ཡུད་ཀྱི་ལམ་དུ་སྙེག་པར་བྱེད།
ཡ་ཡུད་ཀྱིལམ་དུ་འཇུག་ནས་སྤྲང་པོ་རང་ལ་ལྷིང་འཇགས་སམ་ཞི་འཇགས་ཀྱི་དབེན་གནས་བསྐྲུན་ལ། ལུས་ངག་ཡིད་གསུམ་ལ་འཛིན་པའི་སྡུག་བསྔལ་དང་ཕྱི་ནང་གསང་གསུམ་དུ་གནས་པའི་བར་ཆད་ཆ་ཚང་སོས་དལ་བག་ཕེབས་ཀྱི་སྣང་བའི་མཁའ་རུ་ཡལ་བ་ལྟ་བུའི་ཚོར་སྣང་སྦྱིན།
ས་ནག་པོ་འདོམ་གྱི་འཇལ་ཞིང་སྤྲིན་དཀར་པོ་ཐོད་ལ་བཅིང་ནས་ སྐྱ་རེངས་དང་ས་སྲོད་ཀྱི་མཚམས་འགྲུལ་བཞུད་བྱེད་ཚེ་ངེས་ཏག་ཏག་ཚོར་བའི་གཏིང་རིམ་ནས་བཤད་མི་ཤེས་པའི་ཚོར་བ་དེ་ནི་ངོ་མ་ཧ་ཅང་མཛེས་སྡུག་ལྡན་པ་ཞིག་རེད་། ཚོར་སྣང་དེ་ནི་ས་ཐག་གི་ཁྱམས་པོས་མ་གཏོགས་སུས་ཀྱང་རྟོགས་མི་སྲིད།
དྲན་གདུང་། སྐྱོ་གདུང་། མནར་གཅོད་ག་འདྲ་ཞིག་གིས་རང་ལ་མནར་ཅིང་། དམིགས་གསལ་ངེས་ཅན་འགྲོ་ཡུལ་རྩ་བ་ནས་མེད་པའི་ལམ་ན་ཁོ་ལ་ག་དུས་ཡིན་ཡང་འདུག་རོགས་བྱེད། ཉིན་ལྟར་འཇིག་རྟེན་གྱི་འཛིང་དང་འབྲལ་བའི་དབེན་པའི་འགྲོ་ལམ་ཁྱེད་ནི་ངའི་ནམ་ཡང་ལམ་རྒྱུས་བྱེད་མཁན་ གྲོས་བཏབ་གྱིན་པའི་སློབ་སྟོན་པ་ཁྱད་དུ་འཕགས་པའི་ཤེས་རབ་མངའ་བ་སྟེ། ང་ནི་ག་དུས་ཡིན་ཡང་ཁྱོད་ཀྱི་རྗེས་སྙེག་བཞིན་པའི་འགྲུལ་པ་སྟེ་ཡིན། ང་ནི་ཡ་ཡུད་ཀྱི་ཆེད་དུ་འཆི་འང་མྱོང་ལ་གསོན་འང་མྱོང་།
I am a person who has been travelling on
this planet for some time. I have spent many years examining all avenues available and
seeking out new means of livelihood. Amidst all, this journey has removed from me
the worldly arousal and anchors of animosity. Additionally, the worn-out,
battered body has restored its vigour to continue with this adventure.
Embracing this route has
brought me tranquillity and contentment. All of my troubles and hardship became
apparent to me at this point, and all of the obstacles I had been facing within, without, and hidden domains vanished into the void of peace and
pleasure.
I have been travelling
and measuring the earth's and the sky's length at dusk and dawn, and this has
enabled me to experience those lovely sentiments one could ever desire to have.
Adventurers are the only ones who can truly understand such experiences.
Nostalgia, despair, and whatever other
tribulations I may encounter, graciously befriend me as a traveller who has no
definite destination. Be my mentor and counsellor, endowed with excellent
wisdom, and kindly escort me along the serene journey that is free of all the mundane
commotion. I shall be your ardent pursuer and traveller no matter where I am.
Both my life and my death will be devoted to this quest.
Sunday, 8 January 2023
A New Start to New Year
It's a new year and a fresh start in Vancouver, Canada. I always keep thinking of Bhutan being close to Canada merely sharing a border as long as my thinking remains activated to auto-pilot mode. Then I try to think of the distance I’ve traversed to come to pursue my aspirations and realize the actual distance through reminiscing the lessons acquired about world maps in my past geography lessons.
Since I was born in the 1990s, my generation has traveled quite a distance, yet I have inadequate experiences than I should have. When I joined my previous organization, I was able to formally discipline my mind and actions in the field of profession. For this distant past, I feel as though it unknowingly prepared me for this fate. Being at the Ministry has given me a wealth of knowledge about both the bilateral and multilateral spheres in international affairs. Everything, I achieved and accomplished is likely to have a strong bearing when I live among the Bhutanese diaspora in a foreign country.
Ana Sonam is the incumbent President of the Bhutanese Association in BC. Before we left for Canada, my wife contacted her through the Facebook page, essentially asking for her help in putting up a house. Through Ana Sonam's assistance, I eventually managed to move into one of the flats in Richmond. When we arrived here, Ana President graciously consented to our request and took care of everything. Without her guidance and support, I can’t imagine situations we would have encountered otherwise. After being so acclimated to our own country's policies and circumstances, living in this developed nation comes with a variety of unique considerations.
Although much has been seen, there is still plenty to learn. My virtual orientation started on March 1, 2023, and finished on May 1, 2023. As the interaction between lecturers and students began, UCW student affairs inundated us with emails to keep us abreast and remind us of the prerequisites. I had to visit the university multiple times since I was confused about how I had registered for my courses. I visited the RO and the student help section, but to my dismay, they couldn’t resolve my issues. I meticulously reached out to them, but the responses were none to my satisfaction. There have been few responses for frequent forwarding of emails but eventually, I was able to address the issue and properly register for the course.
My wife attended multiple interviews with several organizations and was hired by now. She did, however, also decline to work for some organizations due to privacy considerations. In a similar manner, I also participated in a few interviews to acquire a part-time job. With this, my University's teaching sessions will begin on January 9, 2023, but I will begin taking classes on January 13, 2023. I'm eager to study and am looking forward to it.
Monday, 26 December 2022
A Roller coaster Ride
A year was sufficient to make or wreck the long-accumulated choices and goals. With the advent of several Covid protocol and the pandemic that afflicted the entire planet, life has everywhere imparted profound lessons about impermanence. Everyone, regardless of age, socioeconomic standing, gender, or religion, is a part of the global community's common cycle and is susceptible to the domino effect.
We just woke up to the call of sequential lockdown as the year 2022 began but as the year's end drew near, the world still couldn't get rid of its burned. Along the way, I have been busy complying with the system and performing my duties as per the assigned mandate. I never would have anticipated or expected that I would make this choice so quickly.
It was a year that was truly unnoticed in the midst of a roller coaster. I had a sea of obstacles that had thousands of emotional, psychological, and moral stress tentacles. My dearest loved ones were always there to encourage me while I handled all of this. My route has been opened up and I have reached this point safely thanks to everyone's prayers and blessings.Wednesday, 30 November 2022
The prayers answered
The months that succeeded the resignation from service have thoroughly tested my forbearance and spun my emotions inside-out. Anxieties plagued the days, and worry consumed every moments. It has bolstered my fortitude to deal with the outcome that may not have been envisaged.
After two months of waiting, the heavily hyped breakthrough finally surfaced as the wonderful news opened its account. The Triple Gem’s blessings and my parents' prayers coalesced on the good news of the visa grant on November 26, 2022. Then the joyous heart began to beat to the pulse of ecstasy.
I owe gratitude to everyone who has contributed to my achievement and showered goodwill, and this gratitude will always be due to all.
Sunday, 20 November 2022
Meetup with my college-mates
Time
does not pass, but it does go on. Another wonderful bead was being threaded to
our rosaric cord of friendship as it continued...along the thread of time. On
November 19, 2022, I had a short get-together with my college friends over
supper at Mughlai Kitchen in Thimphu. Phurpa's wife and son have also joined
us. Such an affair is infrequent because everyone is preoccupied with their own
business. In previous meetups, we all had one thing in common, but on that day,
something defined me apart. I joined the team as a non-civil servant for the
first time nearly four years later. I was once again unemployed and plebeians
alike, with many individuals haunting the town, warring for one's luck to
nourish their stomach. I am grateful for my friends for the treat which is more
of a parting gift at the turn of my next course of life.
With all my prayers, I wish them all the best!
Monday, 31 October 2022
Journey to Delhi- the gateway to my Next….
The Autumn sun soaks itself along the shore of the horizon and in dusk’s breast the day retires into the darkness. Not knowing when the dawn would strike, the serene night sings above the rooftops, sneaking through the dreams of many people beneath and lulling them deeper into the slumber. In the olden days, the day breaks to the call of rooster…coco-rico… and it was upon that soothing tone to which one would wake up from the bed and embark onto the daily chores.
However, around this time, as the old fading midnight retreats away from the sunrise which grows so near, people are too techno savvy and depend on the varying alarm tunes that rattles one’s eardrum to cast off the sleep and emerge from the cocoon of bed. It was a similar case I experienced at the crack of dawn on 24 October 2022 to pursue the journey towards Delhi via Siliguri when my phone alarm kept hasting me to set off my journey. Of late, Bhutanese people have begun to realize that the greener pasture on the other side has been the arbiter of their destiny. Thus, many who are capable of deciphering their future have moved in droves to countries like Australia, the USA and Canada.
Concerning the same note, my journey too has commenced and I arrived at Thimphu bus terminal in time but the frigid weather has got my face nearly stripped off its warmth. After I took my seat in the bus (Meto Transport), the distance gradually progressed and the more we descended the further we immersed into the heat; the larger the expanse of space we covered the busier the city became and the longer the duration we traveled the denser was the population. We crossed the border securely around noon, and as we traveled farther into the city, we were swarmed by cars and it became noisier, which I found repulsive. Almost after a round of clock, we have reached Siliguri, at the bosom of a kind and welcoming host- Ana Chimmi and Ata Tshering.
I scratched my head in inhibition and prayed our encounter would one day favor a way in which I would reciprocate their generosity. Along with this current of gratitude flowed another stream that charged the ambience to take deeper roots of synergy amongst all of us. There the host Ana Chimmi and Ata Tshering remained- bright and full of radiance, their interaction with us are genuine paste and comfortable, their service draped in the caring hand and their heart brimmed with happiness that I could clearly figure it out. It sparked my imagination as they appeared like a flowering creeper and a tree, sharing each other, all the vernal blossoms and strength. With each other's trust and an unwavering bond stretched into infinity, they decided to ascend and transcend together.
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At Delhi, all five of us eventually resigned to the bed in Hotel Raj Villa around the midnight of 26 October 2022 after a tiring journey. We were able to successfully attend our appointments and accomplish the mission without too many difficulties the next day. The fear of Auto driver’s deception and looting loomed large over my cranium but their habits did not match Ana Chimmi’s dauntless calibre and bravery in managing the situation. The final day in Delhi was quite young as we boarded the plane to Bagdora but it has shed off a harsh strain of busy Delhi from all of us. Rather the Bagdora airport presented us with the fresher air and gentler ambience.
Finally, we completed the circle of journey and once again all of us were embraced with excellent hospitality at Ana Chimmi’s residence in Siliguri. It is difficult to articulate in words the support and blessings we received from them. I have no concept of where to begin or where to conclude when conveying my gratitude for Ana and Ata. Weaving words after words together to make phrases doesn't appear to be adequate to accurately express our gratitude. This is how the narrative should have ended, but it did not. Let me state that our story will continue from this point on and that it will never stop….
P.S.
Thursday, 20 October 2022
Changing Tides
I once had a dream, and I've had dreams ever since—dreams of leading a normal, decent life, a condition-free lifestyle that nonetheless adheres to fundamental principles. Gone are the days, I treaded the most demanding route of struggles for the finest jubilant victories. I have indulged in the most formulaic routines and uncovered a trove of lessons. I have received few notable awards, but I have missed out to take advantage of many opportunities available. On a handful instances, I've made my parents proud and on others, I too have underwhelmed them. Some things in life are indeed compensable, but many are not. Thus, I want to cherish the moment of existence more than whatever perks I throw in the towel.
The change in the direction of the wind has caught me by surprise. I had to maneuver my tide as it will ebb and flow yet I shall face it and enjoy the ride. Even if the world splits in two with a clap of thunder, I will still pursue my heart, which is a path that leads somewhere unknown but definite. I won't be returning, may thistles cover previous pathways but I shall proceed forward toward a bid to reach the call of destination that I know not. I shall lower the tone of my dream a bit otherwise they would just bring about despair but I took the choice to move in the direction that lacks a limit and yet is brimming with possibilities for exploration -the atmosphere that is judgment-free, open for dialogue, and gives people the freedom to express.
I've anticipated this moment for a while, and it too shall pass and many shall come forth. Whatever transpires, may it be for the best. All choices comprise considering trade-offs and embracing risk. Dreams are all about grandeur, forsaking challenges for an intended goal. Happiness is all but a pieces fitting oneself into the pie of reaping benefits. To navigate my life, I shall constantly aspire to strike a balance of my heart and mind.
Saturday, 4 June 2022
Rising to the prayers of Allah
In the land of Bangla, where liberty is nourished by the grandeur of noble strife; where the pride of people rose to glory from the shambles of war; and where the once impoverished country has fought tirelessly to shed the stigma of 'bottomless basket' is now geared towards becoming one of fastest growing economy in the world.
Rising to the prayers of Allah brings forth the
slumber Dhaka city back to life with hundreds and thousands of vehicles and
passer-by queuing up the busy traffic to attend one’s business. With so many
new experiences unfolding at every turn, I couldn't help but wonder about the
pressures being exerted on social amenities and admire the government's flair
in catering services to all people. The day I spent exploring the city with my
team really demystified why Bangladesh is regarded as one of the world's
fastest developing economy.
Located in the heart of the city, the FSA didn’t fall
short of warm welcome to all of the participants from different countries. As
is the human trait, the first sight amongst all of them was tinged to the
apprehension and discomfort but gradually as the friendship began to take
deeper roots, everyone knew no bounds for discussions and laughter. Neither
existed cultural differences nor shackled by the sense of stranger to the
formation of diverse but a united team.
The bond of togetherness has been scaled by every deed of doing it together, exploring the shopping malls and supermarkets in and around Dhaka City. Buying Jamdani Saris and souvenirs has kept everyone engaged in a variety of ways, but something has kept me occupied during my stay in Dhaka. The art of life in Dhaka has always been tailored by the beauty of culture, the architect of structures, and the kindness of people, but never did I get the color of it until I met the kindest group of friends.
Their grandeur is such that no words can describe and
no way can I replace; may the god care all of them manifold, I pray and while we are
together apart, in gratitude let’s have the moment of bliss. To having to be at
this moment is the highlight of my life and encountering those friends shall be the peak of my fate. As we may live ever, this shall be friendship at first
remembrance rather than at first sight.
Tuesday, 22 February 2022
Tuesday with Morrie
Today is Tuesday, so I've decided to end this book "Tuesday with Morrie."
Mitch Albom, was busy scaling new heights in his career as a sports media reporter for 16 years when he saw his professor on TV on a talk show, disabled and in a wheelchair.
Ridden by guilt against his pledge, in some way, Mitch summons his courage and appears at his professor's doorway after so many years. A 15-minute formal meeting turns into an hour-long conversation, which continued to weekly visits on every Tuesday until his death. Their fatherly-son relationship was rekindled and strengthened throughout their session with book-less lesson. Their topic of discussion revolved around the meaning of life and it was taught from experience.
Friday, 28 January 2022
ངེ་གི་མི་ཚེའི་ལོ་རྒྱུས་ ཀྱི་དཔེ་དེབ་བསྐྱར་ཞིབ།
རྩོམ་པ་པོ-ཧེ་ལན་ཀི་ལཱར།
༆ མཁས་པ་སྔ་མ་བཟང་།། བསྟན་བཅོས་ཕྱི་མ་ཕན།། ཟེར་བའི་དཔེ་བཟུམ་ སྤྱི་ལོ་ ༡༩༠༣ གྱི་ལོར་ ཧེ་ལན་ཨ་ཌམ་ཀི་ལཱར་མཆོག་གིས་ མོ་རའི་མི་ཚེ་གི་སྐོར་ལས་གསལ་བཀོད་འབད་དེ་ ངེའི་མི་ཚེ་གི་ལོ་རྒྱུས་ ཟེར་མི་དཔེ་དེབ་འདི་གསར་རྩོམ་འབད་ནུག། མཁས་པ་མང་ཤོས་ཀྱིས་ མོ་གི་འཆད་རྩོད་རྩོམ་གསུམ་གྱི་ཡོན་ཏན་ལུ་ངལ་རངས་པའི་ ཆེ་བརྗོད་དང་བསྔགས་བསྟོད་འབད་དེ་ཡོས་སུ་གྲགས་ནུག། དེ་བཞིན་འཛམ་གླིང་ནང་ལུ་ སྙན་སྔག་མཁན་གྱི་གྲངས་སུ་ ད་ཚུན་གྱི་བར་ཡང་ཡོངས་གྲགས་སྦེ་རྩིས་འདི་རང་ཡོདཔ་ཨིན། ཧེ་ལན་མོ་རང་ སྐྱེ་ས་འདི་ ཨ་མི་རི་ཀའི་ས་གནས་ཨཱ་ལ་བཱ་མ་གི་མངའ་འོག་ ཏཱས་ཀུམ་བི་ཡ་ཟེར་སར་སྐྱེས་རུང་ སྦོམ་ས་འདི་ཆོས་ཡོན་ཏན་ལྷབ་པའི་རྐྱེན་གྱིས་ ས་གནས་འཐདམ་འཐད་ཁར་ལས་ཕར་ཕོཝ་རྒྱགས་ནུག།
དཔེ་དེབ་འདི་ནང་ མོ་རང་མངལ་ལས་སྐྱེས་པའི་རྗེས་སུ་ མཐོ་སློབ་ཀྱི་ཡོན་ཏན་མཐར་མ་འཁྱོལ་ཚུན་གྱི་སྐོར་ལས་བཀོད་འདུག། མོ་རང་འཛམ་གླིང་ནང་མིའི་ལུས་རྟེན་བླངས་རུང་ ཚེ་ཧེ་མའི་ལས་ཀྱིས་ རི་བོང་ལུ་གཅན་གཟན་གྱིས་སྡེར་ཞ་འཕང་པ་ལྟ་བུ་ སྐྱེས་ཏེ་ཟླ་ངོ་ ༡༨ ལངས་མ་ལངསམ་ཅིག་ལས་ ལུས་ལུ་ནད་གཞི་སྡུག་ཅན་ཅིག་གིས་འཛིན་སྟེ་ སྨན་བཅོས་དང་ཐབས་ཤེས་ག་བཟུམ་བསྟོན་རུང་ བཅོ་མ་ཚུགས་པར་ དྲུང་ཚོ་དང་ཕམ་སྤུན་ཆ་ག་ར་ མོནི་ཚེ་ལས་འདསཔ་ཐག་འཆོད་པས་ཟེར་སྐྱོ་བས་གདུང་ སྡུག་བསྔལ་གྱིས་མནར་ཏེ་ ཐབས་ཆག་སྡོད་པའི་རིང་ གློ་བུར་དུ་ནད་གཞི་འདི་ལས་མཐར་སོང་ནུག། དེ་བསྒང་ ག་ར་སེམས་དགའ་བའི་མེ་ཏོག་སྔོན་དུ་གཏོར་རུང་ དུས་མཚུང་ལུ་ མོ་གི་ཁ་དང་རྣའི་དབང་པོ་ལུ་ལས་ངན་པའི་བར་ཆད་ཚུབས་ཅན་རང་རྐྱབ་སྟེ་ དགུང་གི་འཁྲི་གདུངས་ལུ་འོད་དང་གཟི་བརྗིད་ཉམས་ ཧན་པའི་སྐད་སྙན་ག་ར་བསུབ་སྟེ་ མི་ཚེ་མུན་པའི་དབྱིངས་སུ་སྐྱོ་སི་སི་འབད་ལུས་སོང་ནུག།
ཉིནམ་འདི་ལས་འགོ་བཟུང་ མཛེས་པ་བལྟ་ན་སྡུག་པ་དང་ ཐོས་པ་མ་རིག་མུན་བསལ་གྱི་སྣང་བ་ཐ་དག་ མོའི་མི་ཚེ་ལུ་ ཆུ་དང་མེ་བཟུམ་ཐལ་རུང་ འབྲི་ཀློག་སྒྲ་དང་རིག་པའི་ས་བོན་ཨིན་པའི་ངོས་ལུ་ ཡོན་ཏན་ཀུན་གྱི་གཞི་རྟེན་ལེགས་པར་བཟུང་སྟེ་ འཛམ་གླིང་ནང་མཐོང་ཐོས་རེག་མྱོང་གསུམ་གྱི་ཡོན་ཏན་ཐམས་ཅད་སེམས་ཀྱི་ཀློང་དུ་འཕྲོད་དེ་ ལྷན་སྐྱེས་ཚོར་བའི་རི་མོ་ཡོགས་རྫོགས་ རྒྱ་ཤོག་དཀར་པོའི་ངོས་འཇམ་ངོས་ལ།། ཡིག་ཆུང་ནག་པོ་འགྲལ་ལ་བཙུགས་ཏེ་ ཤེས་བརྗོད་འཇུག་གསུམ་གྱི་སྣེ་ཟིན་སྡོད་ནུག། དེ་ཡང་ཆུང་ཀུའི་བསྒང་ཆོས་སྦྱང་བརྩོན་འབད་ནི་ལུ་ གཞན་དང་མ་འདྲ་བའི་དཀའ་སྤྱད་དང་དུ་བླང་། གཉིད་སྲང་ལ་འཇལ། ལྟོ་ཚད་ལ་ཕབ་སྟེ ལྷབ་བྱའི་གནས་ལུ་ལྷུར་བརྩོན་གློགས་འཁྱུག་པ་མཚུངས་བའི་སྟོབས་ཀྱིས་ སྙིང་ལ་རུས་པ་ཡོད་ན།། ལྕགས་ལ་འབྲས་བུ་སྨིན།། ཟེར་དོ་བཟུམ་དཀའཝ་སྤྱད་དེ་ཤེས་ཡོན་ལྷབ་པའི་བཀྲིན་ལུ་ བསྔགས་འོས་པའི་སྐྱེ་བུ་གཅིག་ལུ་འགྱུར་ནུག།
འདི་བཟུམ་འབྱུང་དགོ་མི་འདི་གཙོ་བོ་གཅིག་ སྔོན་ལས་ཀྱིས་འཛོམས་པའི་སློབ་དཔོན་ཨེན་ནི་སུ་ལི་ཝན་གྱི་ སྐུ་དང་དྲིན་ཡང་ཨིནམ་ལས་ གཅིག་བཤད་སེམས་ལ་བཞག་ན།། བརྒྱ་བཤད་མདུད་པ་སྒྲོལ་ཐུབ་པའི་དོན་ཡང་ངེས་བདེན་ཨིན་པས། ཧེ་ལན་གྱིས་འ་ནི་བཟུམ་ཅིག་འབད་ཚུགས་མི་ལུ་བལྟ་བ་ཅིན་ སྒོམ་ན་སླར་བ་མི་འགྱུར་བའི།། དངོས་འདི་གང་ཡང་ཡོད་མ་ཡིན།། ཟེར་དོ་བཟུམ་ འབད་དང་མ་འབད་ཀྱི་ཁྱད་པར་རང་ཨིན་པས། སློབ་པའི་སྡུག་བསྔལ་ཡུད་རྩམ་སྟེ།། རྨོངས་པའི་སྡུག་བསྔལ་ཇི་སྲིད་དོ།། ཞེར་གསུངས་ཡོདཔ་བཟུམ་ ལྷབ་སྦྱང་ལུ་སྤྲོ་བ་དང་ དང་འདོད་མེད་པ་ཅིན་ རང་གིས་འབད་ཚུགས་པའི་དབང་ཡོད་རུང་དོན་འགྲུབ་མི་ཚུགས་ནི་ཨིན། ཉི་མ་ཤར་ན་ས་གཞི་གསལ།། ཆོས་ལ་བརྩོན་ན་ཤེས་རྒྱ་རྒྱས་ཟེར་བའི་དོན་ལྟར་ ཡོན་ཏན་གྱི་ཨ་ལོང་ལུ་ བརྩིན་འགྲུས་ཀྱི་ལྕགས་སྐྱུ་མཐུད་ཚུགས་པ་ཅིན་ འབད་བའི་ལཱ་ལུ་ཤུལ་འདི་ངེས་པར་དུ་འབྱུང་སྲིད་ནི་ཨིན་པའི་དོན་ཡང་ རྩོམ་པ་པོ་མོ་གི་ དཔེ་དེབ་ ངེ་གི་མི་ཚེའི་ལོ་རྒྱུས་ལས་ ཧ་གོ་ཚུགས་པས།། །།
Tuesday, 25 January 2022
Destiny is all
The Last Kingdom is the best show I have seen in a long time. The Drama is said to be based on the novel written by Bernerd Cowell and the story line revolves around the main character Uhtred. Uhtred is a warrior, born to a Saxon ruler and raised by the Danes. In the wake of his destiny, he grapples between his oaths, dual identities and his quest for retribution towards injustice that he encountered. His spirit of loyalty often falls prey to the web of love and betrayal, and respect towards his family and brotherhood often ensnares him with difficult choices. The story weaves through the propitious schemes to rekindle his birth right and reclaim his ancestral home from his uncle who has greedily usurped the power of Bebbanburg. With the onset of journey, he lays the plot and spills the vengeance to avenge the murder of his adopted father. This has landed him in the Kingdom of Wessex under the reign of King Alfred who’s only aim was to unite the land as one nation (UK). In the wake of continuous threat from Danes invasion, King Alfred found Uhtred’s utility in faring his mission to thwart the external threats. At every turn of the story, his integrity towards King Alferd, Queen Aethelflaed, for his brother Ragnar and friend Brida gets tested several time as the strings of events unfolds under his eyes.
I adore Uhtred's performances; the way he depicts his part as a worrier is fantastic. Uhtred of Benbbenburg travels far from his homeland and meets numerous companions, but fate has a limited offer to him to be with all of them. However, Aethelflaed, the daughter of King Alferd, admires him and they frequently express their love for one other, but fate was hesitant to allow them tie their knot of love. Throughout the series, I was anxiously anticipating the time when Uhtred would reclaim his land from his uncle and live a life of caring husband to Queen Aethelflaed, but it has yet to come, much to my disappointment.
The announcement of Season 5 was the finest consolation for my dissatisfied spirit. I'm hoping that my thirst of wish will be quenched in the Final Season.
Destiny is all!
Saturday, 22 January 2022
Book lists: 2022
1. The Story of my Life
- Helen Keller (22/01/2022)
2. Tuesday with Morrie
- Mitch Albom (22/02/2024)
3. སྔོན་བརྗོད་ཆུ་ཐིག་རྒྱ་མཚོ།
(February)
4. Glimpses of Abidharma
-Choeyam Trungpa Rinpoche (1/03/2021)
5. The Five People You Meet in Heaven
-Mitch Albom (05/05/2022
6. The first phone call from Heaven
-Mitch Albom (04/11/2022)






