Back to Land in Japan

Heading back to the lands...a move to address unemployment by the japanese is a refreshing news. Back home our own lands are increasingly deserted while the land owners cramp in the urban cities settling with odd jobs. It's a hope someday we would see our own folks heading back to our villages and live in harmony as they did in our grandparent's time.

We can't blame the leavers either..for they are facing all the hardships in the urban cities only for the sake of "better life", particularly better education and health care for their kids.

Falling Prey to e-mail spams

Nigerian stung...........one thing I cannot fathom is how people tend to get fooled by such emails. We get hundreds of such mails which looks genuine from Bill Gates wanting to share his fortune with "us", to UK lotteries, to Relative with same surname's sudden death. This just indicates how much we can be tempted with "money" and get fooled and bruised.

In Korea, there were few cases of fraud involving email blackmails or even phone threats, and as a measure to protect the people, everytime you go to transfer money to other accounts, a warning is displayed on the ATM asking whether you are doing the transfer after receiving a threatening call or an email. I guess this is a very small step but helpful one.

Maybe our TV operators/BBSC can do some small braodcasts on things like this, just to drill some kind of suspicion in our otherwise naive populace.

An Apology

She was confined to her room, stuck with a contagious virus. She lay in bed, listening to her favourite tracks, and her wondering thoughts about everything that happened to her for the past four years. She stopped at the thought of one “phase”, and began to explore further. Ever since she could remember, her priority in life was to be educated well and nothing came in-between her goal, and her life. She completed her studies well and got a decent job. As her new phase of life started, she began to meet various people, online and offline, her view of the world expanded, and then came the fashion of chats. It was easier to express behind a screen than face to face.

One of her occasional chats, there was a nick that sounded so bogged down and beaten with life. Fooled by her own principle of ignorant compassion, she felt the guy was totally wronged, little did she know then that everybody loves to share the sad stories of their life more than they would like to appreciate their good times.

It all started with “aii”, and the stubbornness in her inflated with the belief that she is being a friend to someone who needed a friend,( how naïve!). There were stories all over, her low profile presence became highly publicized, which only made her more stubborn to fight for her beliefs. So began, a battle of her so called “values” against the world’s fashioned view, and it only turned ugly.

She wanted to run away from the maddening crowd, to some place where she could rebuild herself back to what she was just two years ago. As luck would have it, she was to leave soon.

That day, lying down in her bed, she scanned her reactions back then, and it embarrassed her. She made a fool out of herself in the madness of “being divine”. She wondered if she could ever cross paths with the people she wronged out of ignorance.

With utmost remorse and regret she closed her eyes, and whispered, “I AM SORRY.”

Samsaric Drama

She was just over an year old when I first saw her. Her mother was just anyother iliterate woman from the village whose husband has joined the army and has been away. The father never saw the two children being born, didn't even care. With her mother so attached to her little son, I could see the pain and jealousy in her heart over the brother who snatched her place before the time. She would steal moments to sit on her mother's lap, and sometimes try to suck some milk, only to be pushed away.

I gradually won her confidence and she began to get attached to me, every time I reach home she would wait expecting "frooti" and something-didn't matter what.

As days passed, she would call me "Ama", and her own mother aunty. She began to feel wanted, and she began to get settled to things around her. she would associate herself more with me than her own parents. She couldn't live without me. Unfortunately, her father took another wife and left them (X wife with two beautiful children). Months later her mother had a new husband, and the whole history repeated. Gradually both she and her brother were left out in the cold, just lucky enough to be cared by their old grand parents. I couldn't believe someone could have such a heart to not love such two innocent, wonderful souls.

If parenting is all about just giving birth, I don't want t be a parent; but if it means loving and feeling the joy seeing these children grow feeling secured, I am all ready to be one.

Now she is going to school, and when people ask about her parents , all she says is her "Ama" went to Paro Pokto.........

She and her brother will be loved, and they will have the best of everything in life to grow up to be a better person, sans a father for now. There can be no better purpose for my life than bringing these two kids up and watch them grow into fine man and woman.

Maps of Bhutan

From Wiki

From WHO site.

Seeing the map on the right side on WHO site made me feel very sad. It looked like a hammered rat, and it's sad..very sad indeed. I don't even remember drawing this bad map in my class 5 geography class. Once I was handed over the name plate, and on it my flag's dragon looked like short fat snake...i argued the dragon is majestic and fiery, and must be protrayed so.

Oneday when I control the internet I will replce all hammered rat-looking map and ballooned dragon flag with real ones!

Time for Chicken Pox

What a timing to be stuck with Chicken Pox. The irony is I don't even eat chicken! ........my friends are making fun that I am hiding "swine flu"
I have no idea how the virus caught me. the only thing I can trace back to is the hospital visit to see a colleague's daughter hospitalized from pneumonia (wonder if i spelled it right).


with just few days away from completing my thesis report, I am stuck confined....missed one exam this semester too..the TA kept calling me , i guess he doesn't know what chicken pox is. One of my friend suggested I should pass it over to him (brush on him as she said).

but there is this strange feeling of being with myself. Realized haven't done much of soul searching and this is the time I can best use it.
It's not pretty though to see my otherwise spotless body with patches and those itchy poxes are just too irritating.

I have almost finished all the movies acted by Jack Nicholson, he is such a character but i prefer Al Pacino!

News...bad news and more bad news

Severe floods all over the country, loss of lives and damages to infrastructure, increasing swine flu cases everyday, north korea threatening nuclear war, earthquake strikes in latin america.....many more...

We have no control over natural disasters other than the courage to rebuild the broken parts, but we can definitely control ideologically driven disasters.