tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53793040959073316932024-02-06T23:43:33.488-08:00Of a HimalayanHimalayan Tenzinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17665003312378874394noreply@blogger.comBlogger51125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379304095907331693.post-60943896067069683132016-02-10T23:53:00.001-08:002019-04-08T01:39:12.673-07:00WINDY DARLA <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">ain. But before the winter drizzle, the harbinger had wintry and
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Past six yesterday, unusually ( or usual for the natives here, perhaps) the breeze began to mature and the band of prayerflags erected on the hill fluttered with so enormous decibel that I felt as if someone was flapping a clothe sheet swiftly behind the door. The wind blend with the rain, swooped low to ground, sweeping and scattering light loads away. The plastic windproof of our windows, pasted just a day after reaching here, made a ghastly drama - of being pressed and pulled back by unseen force. And it showed poor promise too.<br />
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Like a hungry and thousand years starved monster, the wind roared outside that lasted almost for an hour. Obviously, it's cold. Being in a sleeping bag, it's little cozy.<br />
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After the wind, as long the sky had been impregnated, the pittar-patter started on the roof like a thousand little unseen feet dancing to the tune of the little storm. It rained. And Darla, as it would remain for most part of a year, goes cold again. <br />
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Himalayan Tenzinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17665003312378874394noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379304095907331693.post-15823079572777155382015-11-18T15:07:00.002-08:002019-04-08T01:48:19.982-07:00THE BROKEN WINGS, REVISITED <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">halil Gibran (January 6, 1883 - April
10, 1931) the poet, philosopher, writer and painter was born in Bsharri,
Lebanon and soon immigrated to United States. In literature world, he is
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Salma Hayek. His other great works include <i>Jesus The Son of Man, A Tear And A Smile, The Earth Gods, The Forerunner,
The Madman, Sand And Foam, Spirit Rebellious, Lazarus and His Beloved, The
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According to wikipedia, "Gibran is the third best selling poet of all time, behind Shakespeare and Laozi."<br />
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Among his works, the fiction poetic novella <a href="http://somtnz.blogspot.in/2014/10/the-broken-wings.html" target="_blank">The Broken Wings </a> stands as my favourite. Each time I read it, I get to relive the love and life of the poet: Selma Karamy comes back to life to share the spiritual love with the poet but gets forsaken too by her cruel fate to her prisoners and to the saddening end.<br />
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1.Her hand, when I touched it, was like a white lily, and a strange pang pierced my heart.<br />
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2.Real beauty lies in the spiritual accord that is called love which can exist between a man and a woman.<br />
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3.Love is the only freedom in the world because it so elevates the spirit that the laws of humanity and the phenomena of nature do not alter its course.<br />
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4.Every visit gave me a new meaning to her beauty and a new insight into her sweet spirit, Until she became a book whose pages I could understand and whose praises I could sing, but which I could never finish reading.<br />
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5.God had made two bodies in one, an separation could be nothing but agony.<br />
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6.Hearts that are united through the medium of sorrow will not be separated by the glory of happiness. Love that is cleansed by tears will remain externally pure and beautiful.<br />
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7.One thought will come to you at night which will elevate you to glory or lead you to asylum. One look from a woman's eye makes you the happiest man in the world. One word from a man's lips will make you rich or poor.<br />
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8.The mountains, trees, and rivers change their appearance with the vicissitudes of times and seasons, as a man changes with his experiences and emotions.<br />
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9.Modern civilization has made woman a little wiser, but it has increased her suffering because of man's covetousness.<br />
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10.The trees and flowers become kind mothers of their great fruits and seeds. And the mother, the prototype of all existence, is the external spirit, full of beauty and love.<br />
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11.The poets and writers are trying to understand the reality of woman, but upto this day they have not understood the hidden secrets of her heart, because they look upon her from behind the sexual veil and see nothing but externals; they look upon her through the magnifying glass of hatefulness and find nothing except weakness and submission.<br />
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12.The man buys glory and reputation, but the woman pays the price.<br />
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13.He who extinguishes his spirit s fire with his own hands is an infidel in the eyes of Heaven, for Heaven set the fire that burns in our spirits.<br />
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14.Limited love asks for possession of the beloved but the unlimited asks for itself.<br />
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15.The flowers of the field are the children of Sun's affection and natures love; and the children of men are the flowers of love and compassion.</div>
Himalayan Tenzinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17665003312378874394noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379304095907331693.post-30071800248720821662015-10-07T14:39:00.006-07:002019-04-08T01:53:07.981-07:00THE GOD <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">efore sowing seeds, our experiential
learning supervisor, a firm believer in Christ, put it a priority to say few
solemn prayers to the Lord. After gaining spiritual content only did the actual
work began. That was almost a month ago. Today, it’s satisfying to see the
seedlings emerge. And the devotee, who called upon the divine intervention
then, having seen his prayers granted made proud comment that there is clear
difference in telling prayers and not. After little meeting, planning on what
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the initial success equally, was the field labourer who seemed to have been witnessing
the entire moment, behind us. Then, approaching towards the plot, pointed to
the growing plantlets. And stated, “ the soil was too dry. All the moisture provided would disappear as
soon as you leave. We ( his friend included ) had to provide mulching for the necessary
conservation. You thought your fertilizers and few irrigation together had done the trick?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b style="text-align: center;">1</b><span style="text-align: center;">.If a man treats life artistically, his brain is his heart. </span><br />
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<span style="text-align: center;"><b>2.</b>What does it profit a man if he gain the whole world and lose his own soul? </span></div>
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<b>3</b>.Anything becomes a pleasure if one does it too often. That is one of the most important secrets of life. </div>
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<b>5</b>.Civilization is not by any means an easy thing to attain to. There are only two ways by which man can reach it. One is by being cultured, the other by being corrupt. </div>
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<b>12</b>.Every portrait that is painted with feeling is a portrait of the artist, not of the sitter. The sitter is merely the accident, the occasion. It is not he who is revealed by the painter; it is rather the painter who, on the coloured canvas, reveals himself.</div>
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Himalayan Tenzinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17665003312378874394noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379304095907331693.post-55748133260194401082015-08-27T03:51:00.001-07:002015-08-27T03:54:59.728-07:00MANHJI – THE MOUNTAIN MAN.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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on August 21 this year. As inspired by the true story, the movie is also set in
Gehlore village, Bihar, where the real legend, the mountain man hails from.
The movie is packed with mixed genres starting from oppressions the people
suffer, friendship, sacrifice, determination, commitment, and primarily the marital
love, unfaltering as it ought to be, which ignites from the physical desires
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family, as a child gets married to a girl named Phaguniya. His father, unable
to repay his debt, easily consents to bond his son under the debtor, the
landlord. However, young Manjhi escapes, crossing the mountain, separating himself
from the bullies of the village tyrant and also his family and his childhood
bride. Seven years later, he returns to find the village still the same, only his
mother had passed away. To enlighten his home, he goes to reclaim his childhood
bride. But his father-in-law denies him. There, he discovers the woman whom he
met in the market and travelled together is, in fact, his bride. So, when
adamant in laws were about to wed their daughter off to another man, Manjhi
elopes away with his sweetheart. Soon Phaguniya
gives birth to a son. And when she gets pregnant again, Manjhi already has
started working in the mountain to support the needs of his growing family. But
working in the mountain comes with risk. Tragedy befalls Manjhi: he loses his
wife who slips from the height. And what he does to avenge his wife are the
works incredible to the senses of the sane and ordinary people. Nothing can stand
on the way to the promise he’s sworn on the name of his love. Not even distances
miles and miles away or things as big as a mountain.</span></div>
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But this literal romance has little to do with what I was thinking then. The pouring brought images of Himalayan valleys in rain. The familiar sound outside and the almost the same feeling inside. Such moments I feel to keep in record always. And record, did I. Remembering I made few scribbles under the note of Summer diary when home, I flipped my diary to come across the pertinent entry:</div>
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<i>The Earth wears a fresh look after bathing in the rain the entire previous day and night. Trees sway in the motion of the late morning breeze. There is perfume in the air of mixed odour appealing to the senses. The silver lining clouds are rolling to the corner of the sky, allowing the long awaiting Sun to reach its light to the subtropical vegetations. And this is when the valley is most beautiful. </i></div>
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<i>Yesterday, the gentle beat of the drizzle against the roof kept me from sleeping and even as I enjoyed the thought of the drops whose coming in contact with the roof produced the pleasant melody of the night, I feared the probable premonition that waterlogged soil may give in to mud slide and my house may fall load to it as it's on the slope - the vulnerable site. </i></div>
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<i>The rain of the season here, heretofore, hasn't caused any damages to the property of the valley, though there is cut in water supply today. In spite of this and the complaints due to the long-wetting laundries - and the resulting stinking clothes - the rain is least of a nuisance here. </i></div>
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Himalayan Tenzinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17665003312378874394noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379304095907331693.post-68867742397786212002015-05-10T04:45:00.000-07:002015-05-10T04:45:13.510-07:00MOTHER'S DAY<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I wish <b>Happy Mother's Day</b> to all the mothers of the universe though I am of the opinion that could mother's greatness be gratified by the celebration on this single day. To return as homage their immeasurable love, it would take us our entire lives. Or perhaps, we simply cannot pay them back for what they did for us, even if we live each day of our lives cleaning their feet and serving their needs. Mothers are the other earthly manifestation of our God. To love and respect them is as equal as prayer.So, do obey your mothers ( and also fathers ). And wish again Happy Mother's Day to all dear moms. :) </div>
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Himalayan Tenzinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17665003312378874394noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379304095907331693.post-15797048815172797422015-04-24T12:25:00.000-07:002015-05-01T13:27:29.688-07:00TONIGHT <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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While returning from the playground, wind has already begun playing in the night atmosphere. The warm breeze, as it sway the thirsty boughs and branches of the boulevard trees, took away the electrical power, leaving behind the hostel as an impression of one ghastly building. And I enter therein, as one exhausted spirit, to retire for the night.</div>
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At the time of writing, it's been exactly an hour that the light has gone. The darkness cramped my room. I open the back door to invite light of the neighbouring building across the highway. They seem to get their share of electricity from source different from ours for whenever our block suffer power shortage, they always look fine. The narrow window throws only thrifty light, insufficient to produce even a weak shadow. Instead, swarms of mosquitoes, stirred by this night weather have found way in through the opening.</div>
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Himalayan Tenzinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17665003312378874394noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379304095907331693.post-12185360138323451262015-04-18T15:33:00.002-07:002015-04-18T15:42:44.899-07:00SKETCHING <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Some of the sketches I have been doing of recent are reproduced here , as my today's blog post, for viewing purpose. Since I drew it with normal pencil and as I also lack creativity - which I already mentioned in my earlier post - they all are inaccurate and tinted with flaws. Though most of them are copy sketch - resourced from others works - I couldn't stop from drawing them again and you already know the reason why. </div>
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Himalayan Tenzinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17665003312378874394noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379304095907331693.post-73252542196060656022015-04-05T09:31:00.004-07:002015-04-13T16:52:14.651-07:00I LOVE SKETCHING <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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sketch as much as I like to read and write.
Though I never took this passion seriously from my early school days, it
has remained same even now – I could see – for whenever I see exquisite pencil
sketches, they entice me equally as those classic novels and their authors
provide fascination. I end up gazing at those pencil works for quite long time,
sometimes hours even! Like in literary works, sketches also tend to have their
own stories; some tell mood of the faces, some reveal the state of the person
portrayed as a substance and some describe hundred stories on a sheet of paper.
It’s for the reasons that some people, instead of being a poet or a writer,
simply end up drawing entire life, while others take up this as a profession to
eke out their living. Whether to tell stories or to sustain life through
drawing, the ultimate object stands to survive.</span></div>
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drawing is neither to tell a story nor can I take it as a profession. But like
all artists, I draw simply to survive my passion – or more specifically, to
sustain it which till now, had been running on thin line of my concentration
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substances of my drawings are resourced from other artists, my sketches are
only mere reproduction of others work. Or imitation. I lack creativity. In spite
of that, I like to keep doing same, because it keeps my will to draw living. And
almost the entire previous month, when both the net and the interest to read and
write was on the wane, learning to sketch and sketching were the good business
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someday, I may be able to animate my imagination into sketches. Even if I were not able to, I would be glad
still; I can fulfill my desire by imitation, of course, with proper attribution
to the sources because there are figures and people I like to cherish and
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Himalayan Tenzinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17665003312378874394noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379304095907331693.post-4984049370110981172015-02-03T13:29:00.002-08:002015-02-03T13:29:57.179-08:00THE SUNSET<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Himalayan Tenzinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17665003312378874394noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379304095907331693.post-7445376671655528532015-01-31T12:28:00.000-08:002015-01-31T12:30:52.245-08:00THE PHENOMENON<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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the trampled, rough and dry carpet of grass, I was staring up to the sky,
observing the setting of the sun, behind the distant horizon, which cast veil
of slight darkness over the entire space. It was twilight. I could see the
silhouette of the dark canopies of the boulevards, set against the backdrop of
the marmalade evening sky. Aerial
characters, probably, were in flight for their nests. And they were in hurry
that I could see only dark forms zoom across the mid-sky. The surroundings of
the field where I lay seem to be in perfect compliance with the approaching
phenomenon; they appeared to surrender their original colours to the only
dominating colour of the time. The environment which was slightly dark became
darker, and with every run of time, it seems to mature in its hue. Even the white
facade of the institutional building appeared a dark shade. I looked onto my pair of legs. And deceived
were my eyes, for they also saw two identical forms of dark matter. Gradually. Very
gradually it happened. The night.<br />
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Himalayan Tenzinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17665003312378874394noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379304095907331693.post-42305639514033585252015-01-28T12:28:00.002-08:002015-01-28T12:47:54.660-08:00THE VERY INSPIRING BLOGGER AWARD<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Thank you, <a href="http://dumchowangdi.blogspot.in/2015/01/the-fever-of-very-inspiring-blog-award.html" target="_blank">Dumcho Wangdi</a>, <a href="http://deadrosesandweepingfigs.blogspot.in/2015/01/the-very-inspiring-blogger-award.html" target="_blank">Athira Rajkamal</a>, <a href="http://jigmezangpo11.blogspot.in/2015/01/very-inspiring-blogger-award.html" target="_blank">Jigme Zangpo,</a> <a href="http://sherubpelmo.blogspot.in/2015/01/very-inspiring-blog-award.html" target="_blank">Sherub Pelmo,</a> <a href="http://www.langatenz.in/2015/01/very-inspiring-blog-award.html" target="_blank">Langa Tenzin,</a> and <a href="http://kipchu.blogspot.in/2015/01/inspiring-blogger-award.html?showComment=1422467431524" target="_blank">Kipchu</a> for the nomination and for considering me an inspiration for you. But it's also you guys from whom I get inspired. Honestly. </div>
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By reading about the award from your blogs and from those responding to your nominations, I learnt following are the rules;<br />
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<li>State 7 things about yourself. </li>
<li>Nominate 15 bloggers, link to them, and notify them about their nominations. </li>
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<li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;">I am an
introvert.</span></li>
<li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;">I am not
lazy but not active either. I just manage to do things on time.</span></li>
<li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;">The first
book – fiction – I read was ‘The Adventures of Robinson Crusoe’ when I was in
class four. Of course, it was a children’s version, so, need not be surprised.
It’s from then I picked up the habit of reading. (I read the book again in twelfth
only to make sure of the author.)</span></li>
<li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;">I wish I
created the Sherlock Holmes.</span></li>
<li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;">The most
inspiring and the best scientific fiction I read was ‘The Strange case of Dr.
Jekyll and Mr.Hyde’. So, R.L. Stevenson is the writer I celebrate most of all
my favourites.</span></li>
<li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;">The most
difficult question for me would be – if asked – to define myself.</span></li>
<li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;">Provided
to choose either reading or writing, I shall go for the former. I think my
talent to read exceeds than to write. And also because I learnt writing only after learning how to read. </span></li>
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<li style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://dumchowangdi.blogspot.in/p/blog-page_8402.html" target="_blank">Dumcho Wangdi</a></li>
<li style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://choden-dorji.blogspot.in/" target="_blank">Leki Choden Dorji</a></li>
<li style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://sherubpelmo.blogspot.in/" target="_blank">Sherub Pelmo</a></li>
<li style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://kipchu.blogspot.in/" target="_blank">Kipchu</a></li>
<li style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://www.langatenz.in/" target="_blank">Langa Tenzin</a></li>
<li style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://www.sherutenzin.com/" target="_blank">Sherab Tenzin</a></li>
<li style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://deadrosesandweepingfigs.blogspot.in/" target="_blank">Athira Rajkamal</a></li>
<li style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://rikkuwrites.blogspot.in/" target="_blank">Riku Dhan Subba</a></li>
<li style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://www.passudiary.com/" target="_blank">Passang Tshering</a></li>
<li style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://reeverking.blogspot.in/" target="_blank">Rima Rekya</a></li>
<li style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://peldennima.blogspot.in/" target="_blank">Pelden Nima</a></li>
<li style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://uttenzin.blogspot.in/" target="_blank">Ugyen Tenzin</a></li>
<li style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://tshewangd.blogspot.com.es/" target="_blank">Tshewang Dorji</a></li>
<li style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://sangayphuntsho.blogspot.in/" target="_blank">Sangay Phuntsho</a></li>
<li style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://jigmezangpo11.blogspot.in/" target="_blank">Jigme Zangpo</a></li>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">he rain in summer
subsides the heat. So, it comes as a saviour. But in winter, it is totally
unbearable. Cold air, puddle-occupied path, swampy ground and dirty corridors.
The weather allows not even a single handkerchief to dry, even if it be kept
hung on balcony for a weeklong! Other washings? I fear those may simply succumb
to the moisture locked in their fibres for so long and rot away, leaving
nothing, only bad odour to its bearer.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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two days, it’s been only a slight drizzle. And today, it’s complete rain.
Allahabad is in rain. And rain is blessing us with cold. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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evening, when the rain was less intense, we went to play our routine game. The
lamp posts weren’t lit. Perhaps, it was intentionally left unlit by respective
guards to let there be no players for the time at least. But adamant as the
rain, we entered the ground only to besmirch our boots and to be scared back to
the dormitory by the sudden thunder and lightning flash, followed by the winter
downpour. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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I could hear the groan from the sky and in my mind, I could see the dark
clouds, pregnant with rain, overcast the already gloom sky. Any time, it could deliver
the shower, last be it, I pray, upon us, rendering more cold. I can imagine the
conditions of the poor now. I pray more philanthropists come to their rescue. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Himalayan Tenzinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17665003312378874394noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379304095907331693.post-2958070884381781482015-01-22T10:01:00.003-08:002015-01-22T10:14:42.932-08:00IN LOVE WITH SAPPHO<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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time, I came across a short verse, consisting of two stanzas. It was quite
short to last even half a minute but it was vast enough to tell a story of the
poet – her denial to marry her young lover. Perhaps that is what poetry is – to
encompass the large of story within laconic expression by words. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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sounded intimate, as if it’s a song of a singer whom I stalk frequently. There
seem to be some connection, though weak, between the <i>mysterious poet </i>and
me. But the cruel truth stands ugly between us; she’s passed away thousand
years ago and I am youth only, who has seen, of recent, the infancy face of
poetry and writes also rough and rudimentary poems.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">It could be
the magic of the poetry, perhaps the divinity of her, preserved in the recess
of her lyrics, which beckoned at me. I read the poem several times till I came
to the point of really feeling that it was to me whom she’s referring to and I felt
sorry for her. Perhaps, she might have been forgiven by her young lover also,
then. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><br /></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">I carried
on with many of her poems. I thought of getting more of her by searching in
Google. But midway, I stopped! Some people appear <i>wonderful</i> when still
unknown and mysterious. And Sappho was one poet. I could know her through her
poetry. This is the magic of poetry – though it hides more of poet, it reveals
even more because poetry is ‘poet’s tree’ by which s/he sustains eternally. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><br /></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">And as I read,
I could feel the Greek, looking at me through the mist of time, with the eyes
of her poetry and singing songs of her feelings to me. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<u><span lang="EN-GB"><a href="http://poemhunter.com/poem/you-may-forget-but/" target="_blank">You may forget but</a></span></u></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><i>You may
forget but <o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><i>let me tell
you<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><i>this:
someone in <o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><i>some future
time <o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><i>will think
of us.</i></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Yes! How true!
Now that I know you, I shall never forget you, Sappho dear. </span><br />
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<o:p></o:p></div>
Himalayan Tenzinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17665003312378874394noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379304095907331693.post-63663414597580578762015-01-10T03:13:00.001-08:002019-04-05T03:27:39.350-07:00THE BULLY<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I was angry for some other reason then. </div>
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Even the request for a cup of tea from my father which I usually undertook as a sweet service came upon me as an order. So, I went stamping my foot on the weak wooden floor of our poor dwelling, which succumbed to my adrenalized might and shook and creaked at my each step. </div>
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I lighted the gas stove and heated half a kettle of water. Still then, within, I was mentally disturbed; unbalanced with wrath.</div>
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The water boiled as did my blood. </div>
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I turned for sugar container. There were those black gregarious sugar feeding ants, at the rim of the loosely closed lid. They seemed disturbing and the very instant I saw them, the Hyde in me surfaced. </div>
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Without a second thought, I crushed few with my fingers and with a bang of my palm against the container, the entire division was swept away. </div>
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On hearing the noise, my father rushed into the kitchen. Upon seeing the massacre, he stared at me but couldn’t say anything to me. “Poor animals.” And he left. </div>
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Though a practical Buddhist, he couldn’t save those unfortunate that one time. Other time, even a fly that contaminates his tea and about to drown, he would fish out before late and let go rather than let it perish. And upon accomplishment, he would advise me,”when it comes to the desire to live, all of us are same. They like not to be killed. When it comes to the degree of their innocence, compare them to children.”</div>
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Then, before me, lay the deed of my unbalanced and sick mind. They didn’t even retaliate by biting me back; they weren’t the kind – they were just a sugar loving ants. They simply tried to escape me. They were defenceless; as defenceless as an innocent child and as innocent as a school boy. </div>
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When defenceless, innocence, harmless, killing and anger echoed in my calming mind, the remorse came as a shame upon me. </div>
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*<i>And when the school was attacked, I felt the same again.</i>*</div>
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Himalayan Tenzinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17665003312378874394noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379304095907331693.post-3967914353240087222014-12-05T13:24:00.001-08:002014-12-05T13:36:21.140-08:00OF BEAUTIFUL DAY <p dir=ltr>It's misty day. So, obviously it's cold day. It's tough to get out of warm blanket and out my cozy room to start anything. But once out, I saw how mist makes weather beautiful.  As I already said, 'misty backdrop is compatible either with romance or horror. ' Just this realization made me glad. But, there were even more reasons to be happy for and get mad with excitement. </p>
<p dir=ltr>The moment I reached my friend's room after last practical submission, my mate therein, broke the news which drenched everyone with surprise and pride later on! Our previous seniors from forestry and agriculture, who all graduated last year - or last June to be exact - from here, had done <i>very extremel</i><i>y excellent </i>in the RCSC exams. Of course, their colourful results mean job assured but that is less an achievement to hold pride of compared to what they did collectively! </p>
<p dir=ltr>One of our graduates, Mr. Dawa Tashi,  B.Sc. Agriculture, came second topper with 72.09 % in technical category , after Tashi Gyelmo, 75.07% ,another acquaintance though not a graduate from here.</p>
<p dir=ltr>Moreover, in the technical category, maximum of my seniors could place themselves to the best, among top ten! </p>
<p dir=ltr>It isn't that I didn't expect such a wonderful performance from them. I just feared for them because it's most tough <i>intra-specific </i>battle for winning the limited jobs in government or other prestigious sectors and departments. When they appear victorious , securing not only jobs but also bagging the highest position among others, it's their triumph that I celebrate and would continue cherishing because I am their junior.</p>
<p dir=ltr>The day was so beautiful. I wish it come again.  Always.  </p>
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Without a reader,
both poetry and poet are half complete. Reading is a medium, beautiful, that
makes me an essential part of the two.</div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">While
reading Gibran two days ago, I came across a stanza which I highlighted on
second reading with a sketch pen. I re-read and smiled. It related me somehow. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span lang="EN-GB">“ He is a solitary figure,<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span lang="EN-GB">Robed in simplicity and kindness;<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span lang="EN-GB">He sits upon the lap of Nature to draw his
inspiration,<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span lang="EN-GB">And stays up in the silence of the night,<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span lang="EN-GB">Awaiting the descending of the spirit.”<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span lang="EN-GB">‘The Poet’
( Book 8: A Tear And A Smile ) <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span lang="EN-GB"><br /></span></i></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Though I
remain mingled among my companions for most of the time, yet the final hour of
the night reduce me to a lone individual, cut off from my friends; <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><br /></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">And that I am
simple, kindness is also my trait for I never knew to be a species of a high
fashioned class;<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><br /></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">It was and
is the Nature only, my Mother dear, from whom I seek consolation and
inspiration as well;<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span lang="EN-GB"><br /></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">As poetry
is a natural song of spontaneity, its birth waits for no proper time. So I
remain wakeful every silent hour, alert, lest the beautiful examples of life
pass me without my noticing</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">And aware,
only when the weary mind is conceived of beautiful imageries and soothing sound
of the perched train of words within me that the silent hours of benediction
has been blessed. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Himalayan Tenzinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17665003312378874394noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379304095907331693.post-23298303354122907182014-11-04T05:11:00.000-08:002019-04-09T02:57:03.808-07:00WINTER HAS COME<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">inter
has come because the days are cold here and the mornings and nights, unlike
summer, are occupied by mist, making it a perfect setting to write of either a
romantic or a horror story.</span><br />
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<o:p></o:p></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">The
humidity is comparatively lower than in summer, so, no much sweating. This could
be one reason why people appear neat in winter. But it could be also one reason why people
bath less. Assure you, however, that I bathe daily unlike what I said. ;) <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><br /></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">The Sun is
also not so oppressive; it’s warm and mild and pleasant. Air conditioner had
been switched off two weeks ago; it’s its resting time after the long dutiful
working summer days. Because of these, the washings usually hung on balcony
take longer to dry. In summer, the exhaust of AC, collectively with the intense
summer heat, would dry those within few minutes. And now, for drying, those
have to be taken on the terrace. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">And once
been to terrace, it’s from there, it’s difficult to make immediate return back
to the room! The panoramic view the terrace provides of the spreading city and
the distant horizon is just captivating. Especially at dawn and twilight: at
dawn, the first rays of the sun, in endeavour to dress nearby tree canopies in
its colour, resulting in peaceful blend of hue, dissipating mist giving way to
bright daylight, early birds calling, and few travelers on the road make the
environment just as the one I picture of tranquil and serene place. In twilight,
orange setting sun rays bidding goodbyes to the things and places touched, mist
developing out of thin air, loud praying of Muslim brethren, city lights and
birds making back to their nests are what I love watching.</span></div>
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<span style="text-align: justify;">“The spring
has done its flowering and taken leave.” The summer has done its heating and
also taken leave. Even fall has done its shedding and gone. It’s only winter
completely left of the year; coming then, freezing and snowing in the Himalayas
and other cold regions of the globe. And resulting idea of family trips, office
holidays, vacations and hiking are what makes me envious. That’s what I don’t like
of winter. ;) Jokes apart. Irrespective
of thoughts of the natives and other residents here, in the northern Indian plain,
though no snowing occurs here aside wintry breeze, the season is the much
awaited, at least from me. </span></div>
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Himalayan Tenzinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17665003312378874394noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379304095907331693.post-77496402104540409632014-10-20T12:54:00.000-07:002014-10-23T03:21:54.619-07:00THE TWO SELVES<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="text-indent: 0.5in;">I have two selves: a sinner masquerading as a Human and a Hypocrite
masked behind the veil of a brethren. Once I heard them in conversation:</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Said the sinner, “How sad, in fact, it is to witness many slaughters
still to this days. The selfish desires of these earthly occupants can never be
satisfied even with the infinite provisions of the creator. If this race sustain, one day,
the Earth will have enough <i>people </i>but the <i>human </i>will be extinct. “<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Upon this, the hypocrite agreed: “It is, indeed, sad, brother. To covet
the richness born without, they have even forgotten the path to the temple. And
when seldom they appear before the temple to confess their sins, they, then,
tend to forget their prayers. They will never be cleansed for their roots in
the heaven are lost. They are a disgrace as creation before the creator. And
soon, they’ll build the world to a void with empty worshipers.”</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">That night, I was served pork and I read prayers without a vision of the
Lord.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Himalayan Tenzinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17665003312378874394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379304095907331693.post-64074993444567089612014-10-02T06:47:00.002-07:002014-10-02T06:48:10.250-07:00THE BROKEN WINGS<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<i><span lang="EN-GB">“I was
eighteen years of age when love opened my eyes with its magic rays and touched
my spirit for the first time with its fiery fingers, and Selma Karamy was the
first woman who awakened my spirit with her beauty and led me into the garden
of high affection, where days pass like dreams and nights like weddings.”</span></i></div>
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<i><span lang="EN-GB"><br /></span></i></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">This is how
“<b>The Broken Wings”</b> starts; the poetic novella of ten chapters consisting
precise expressions of emotions and relations, and one of the finest works of <b>Kahlil
Gibran</b>. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Everyone
has his/her own first lovestory. It would be either sweet and accomplished or one-sided
and unrequited or broken and miserable. But
successful relation that has led into marriage never makes a good lovestory – I
observe – or even if it does, it never produces aching sentimental songs and
sorrowful lyrics upon its recollection to one as does by the love that was
intervened and ended so callously.</div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-GB">We remember
our first love because it opens the bud of our maturity and measurement of the
feeling is deepest then. “ <i>Every
young man remembers his first love and tries to recapture that strange hour,
the memory of which changes his deepest feeling and makes him so happy in spite
of all the bitterness of its mystery. “<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Set in the
backdrop of corrupt Lebanon society during Gibran’s youth, The Broken Wings is
the recount of the poet’s first love whom he loses not only to rapacious power
holders in the town but also to the ultimate death. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Selma
Karamy is the woman “<i>who taught me ( Gibran ) to worship beauty by the
example of her own beauty and revealed to me the secret of love by her
affection; she was the one who first sang to me the poetry of real life.”</i> But
fate turns against their love and Selma is forfeited by her father, Farris
Effandi Karamy, in marriage to Mansour Bey Galib, the nephew of the Bishop,
Bulos Galib. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Against her
will, she is betrothed to the miser who hatched the proposal of marriage with a
selfish motive of acquiring Selma’s inheritance as she’s the only successor of
her father’s prosperous fortune. In solitude, the old man soon passes away, as
wished by his fortune hunters, entrusting the poet to care his daughter as his
own sister, but only to be soon followed by his daughter who gets rescued by
her son – “<i>born at dawn and died at dusk</i>” – from the oppression she
suffers miserably from her miserly husband.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">The book
ends, “<i>As the grave digger disappeared behind the poplar trees, I couldn’t resist
anymore, I dropped down on Selma’s grave and wept.” </i>So did my heart,
hearing the poet’s mourn over his precious loss, in the dead silence of the
night. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Himalayan Tenzinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17665003312378874394noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379304095907331693.post-55285393023347463792014-09-18T15:21:00.003-07:002014-09-19T01:37:19.222-07:00ME AND MATHS<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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In retrospect,
in elementary school, numbers and simple operations made mathematics my favourite
subject because the basic concepts weren’t hard. The subject appeared charming.
But the charm was short-lived and couldn’t enchant me more. The ascension in
standard soon broke the spell; addition of strange algebras and complex
equations made me a bad magician – making me unable to perform arithmetic tricks
and ripping away the enthusiasm once the subject gave me. Even calculator
proved it’s a fair weather friend, giving inaccurate answers and being inefficient. In
fury, I smashed one, unable to tolerate its disloyalty.</div>
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Left alone,
I was compelled to take up Bio-science in my intermediate. However, it still didn’t
leave me alone for I could sense its faint smell in chemistry and physics. Perhaps,
it meant to cross my path again for it made its comeback in my current bachelor
course. Only it hasn’t brought the long lost enthusiasm along with. And without
this essential equipment, going along with maths is a tough journey. It's mandatory for me. Seeking or compelling interest is an only alternative left.</div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Luckily, I found
an inspiration – a poem from the movie, Harold and Kumar: Escape from
Guantanamo Bay. You may like it too. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><b><span lang="EN-GB">“The
Square Root of Three”</span></b><span lang="EN-GB"> ( A poem of Love )<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><i>I fear that
I will always be <o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><i>A lonely
number like root three.<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><i>A three is
all that’s good and right <o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><i>Why must my
three keep out of sight <o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><i>Beneath a
vicious square-root sign?<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><i>I wish
instead I were a nine <o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><i>For nine
could thwart this evil trick <o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><i>With just
some quick arithmetic.<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><i>I know I’ll
never see the sun <o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><i>As 1.7321<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><i>Such is my
reality <o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><i>A sad
irrationality <o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><i>When,
hark, just what is this I see?<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><i>Another square
root of three<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><i>Has quietly
come waltzing by <o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><i>Together
now we multiply <o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><i>To form a
number we prefer <o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><i>Rejoicing as
an integer;<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><i>We break
free from our mortal bonds <o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><i>And with a
wave of magic wands <o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><i>Our square-root
signs become unglued<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><i>And love
for me has been renewed. </i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">I never
knew the wonders of mathematics can be woven into a beautiful poetry. Love the
poem. Math is really a subject magical and wonderful, isn’t it. ;-) <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Himalayan Tenzinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17665003312378874394noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379304095907331693.post-88966794940628798772014-09-03T08:14:00.000-07:002014-09-03T08:14:22.520-07:00AN IRONY IN LOVING OTHER’S SONGS<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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If there is
guilt being Bhutanese in me then it would be for loving <i>hindi </i>songs over
my own country ones. This sets me thinking that I might have been some musician
or lyricist or troubadour in ancient India because I have immense taste for the
country’s vintage songs unlike to any other classics. As a Bhutanese, this
aspect of me is totally an irony and of course, disgusting.</div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">I cannot
blame my parents for my liking to the neighbour country’s songs for they fed me
enough and equal of both Bhutanese and Indian songs during my early childhood.
In fact, my father was quite partial over the choice of songs I should listen
to; he would refuse to change the radio station from BBS once <i>Ap Dawpel </i>begins
with his hypnotising voice and magical <i>dramnyen.</i> He urged me to learn
the indigenous musical instrument too. But I didn’t have the aptitude or the
interest. My mother who being used to cinema in border town, used to bring in an
Indian classic frequently and seldom hums herself. That just pleased my
auditory sense. And as I matured and
grew aware as the country’s citizen, inevitably and eventually, I fell in for
the hindi songs. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Kishor
Kumar, Udit Narayan, Anu Malik, Asha Bhosle, Lata Mangeshkar are few who are
into my knowledge as the singers and upon whose songs I feast usually. Regarding
modern, I am little selective; I prefer <i>sufi </i>over other genres. And
Rahat Fateh Ali Khan is my favourite. Proudly, I can complete couple of his
songs. Due to these songs, I didn’t ( and don’t ) face communication gap here.
It’s an incentive for being impartial in listening to any songs. On contrary,
shame swallows me when I’d to admit I know only tits and bits – either head or
tail – of own folk songs.</span><br />
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<a href="http://www.recordsindia.com/singers_lata.html" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB5Y3Lp3uyHa3MMnO3GrzCbi7ElM92glrDSIwtyS4OEbslKtoW8ZqDfbB0fIOXKPbrzKY0H2NX_SraEw0rtqjt-EZ8xQ34e_leg4Ng8tx97acmKS94VMTDKCe7OT5nGVLprnBn4ertEQc/s1600/pictures.jpg" /></a></div>
<span lang="EN-GB"> <a href="http://www.recordsindia.com/singers_lata.html" target="_blank">One of my favourites </a></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Having
admitted that, one may think I don’t have a sense of patriot and I’m disloyal
to my homeland. Well. If research be done in this matter, it won’t be
surprising to know the truth being brought to light revealing majority of youth
swept away by western winds, few caught by Korean fever, some into Chinese and
few like me and only fewer hooked back by country’s culture, with appetite for
folk songs. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">I impose
myself, however, into learning and listening the songs because it’s identity;
the proof of where I belong. And I’ll make sure I know a dozen at least by
heart, soon. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Gospel
songs are recent addition to my menu. I had begun to like it. But I assure you
I am not influenced into Christianity. Perhaps, it’s only to mark my presence
in a Christian college. It’ll be a souvenir. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">But vintage
songs remain unbeaten in my favourite list. And sufi as well. Sometimes, I
really think hard that I reach the extent of insanity – my being as Mughol
Emperor or Akbar himself in previous life, lying on the magnificent throne,
watching beautiful damsels entertaining my court; their anklets tinkling in
tune to the songs I love... Ah!.. Let’s stop it. This will be just an excuse
for my loving Indian classics and sufi. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Himalayan Tenzinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17665003312378874394noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379304095907331693.post-64548468839123609062014-08-31T05:09:00.001-07:002014-08-31T05:21:03.232-07:00REFLECTION WITH JIM CARREY – THE BRUCE ALMIGHTY<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Ever since I
watched ‘The Mask’ – a satirical comedy about human nature – Jim Carrey became
my favourite. He’s been my brother’s favourite too and it’s when he suggested
me to watch the movie that I got one of my favourites in Hollywood. His popular movies
include Ace Ventura series: ‘When nature calls’ and ‘The pet detective’, ‘Liar
liar’ and ‘Bruce Almighty.’</div>
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<span style="text-align: justify;">Born with genius
talent of mimicking and stretching his elastic face into varied manifests of
emotions and fluent speech that in itself is humour, laughter and applause are
inevitable wherever and whenever the Jim Carrey appears. He is a synonym of
comedy to me.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Several of
his dramas, interviews, TV shows and movies uploaded in YouTube are bookmarked
and when I get fed up with books, I switch on to his movies. They never fail to
amuse me. Yesterday, I watched <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pfDClSZP12E" target="_blank">Bruce Almighty</a> again. That was the third time. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">I was much
like Bruce; blaming God’s absence when I failed, that God has turned against me
when I was sad and that He has totally abandoned me when sick. In fact, I even
used to curse – as Bruce do – getting blasphemous when unable to tackle with
the boundless irritations in life. But Bruce
Almighty teaches God is always with us and being sacrilegious over holy things
only belittles us; God has given us equal power to seek solution to our own
matters; we shouldn’t be too selfish so as to ask God’s attention to us only
for He needs to attend to His other infinite children and creations. ‘Why
bother God when we’ve power to solve our own problem’ is what I learned from
the movie. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">All his
other movies I watched carry a serious message each, at least. ‘Liar Liar’ is
about the impact of lying in family. The father (JC – Jim Carrey) – a lawyer (or
liar) always makes excuses even to his only son, thereby not keeping his
promises. Therefore, the son makes a wish that his father speak all truth on
his birthday. Miraculously, though unable to lie, JC wins the case for his
client – a divorcee – against a father, who then, gets ripped off his children.
Realising his folly, JC then condemns he’s been living a selfish life. He
realises the value of family unity. On he goes to reunite his almost broken
family. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="text-align: justify;"> </span><br />
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<span lang="EN-GB">And ‘The
Mask’, as I said, is of the human’s nature; part good and part bad personalities
that every person carries. Whenever, the protagonist wears the cursed notorious
mask, his concealed desires surface and he does what he thought of doing then. The
movie could be the comical adaption of R.L. Stevenson’s gothic novel, ‘The
Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.’</span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">In The Mask. </td></tr>
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<span lang="EN-GB">If you
watch the movie and read the novel, I am sure you can draw for yourself a best
conclusion. </span><br />
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Note: All pictures due Google. </div>
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