Sporadic Whispers: Musings of a Part-Time Writer

Life is a part of death and death is a part of life. What can we do to escape this? Well, there is no escaping it and honestly there is no need to either. The cycle of life and death is natural and inevitable, but there is no need to get upset about it. What we need to do is live in the present moment, love one another, do what makes us happy, what makes other people happy and be the best of ourselves. I was watching Morgan Freeman’s “The Bucket List” where he is diagnosed with cancer of some sort and the doctor says that’s he has at the most a year to live. His roommate, played by Jack Nicholson who is a billionaire and who is also diagnosed with cancer also has only a few months. They then decide to go on a road trip do things before they kicked the bucket.  No one can tell when one is going to die; well that’s usually how it is. But think of it like in this movie, what if you were diagnosed with some kind of incurable disease and the doctor tells you that you only have a speci

Smile, it’s not that hard Make the people around you smile too In the beginning you’ll find it very hard Life can be cruel at times Everyone has their own share of fun Everyone has their own share of sorrow Vacuate all  negativity  from your mind Every thought is meaningless unless you give them a meaning Rest assured that once you have realize this You will be able to put aside all that is wrong and move on Today you start anew, let today be the dawn of a new day Hear what you want to hear Ignore the “boos”, the “don’ts”, and the “cant’s” No more looking back at the past Go forth, don’t hesitate, keep moving and keep smiling Imagine that you are a bird, free as the wind, do what you want to See life as a play ground, play the game maybe even break some rules Give; always give more, even more than you receive Only you have the control over how nice you can be No one can force you to become what you don’t want to No one can steal your smile if y

My life has always been somehow related to the movies and television series. I have always tried doing things the way I saw on the television and now come to think of it everything I have done till now has been just a “copy and paste” from the screen. I have always (well, most of the time) ended up having sleepless nights because of this identity crisis. So, who am I? Why am I here? What’s my purpose in life? For friends back in school I was and maybe still am Mr. Bean, or Gabbar Singh because these are the people they met in me, not my true self. I won’t call it impersonation but I have always copied dialogues from movies and television series. All this time, I don’t think anyone met me. And how would they, even I don’t know who I am. Who am I? All my life I have imagined myself as the protagonist of a movie and thought that everything revolved around me. I would go on walks alone planning my next act, thinking about the past, and talking to myself like in movies. Like any her

I am not really interested in politics and law making and all these things so that may be the reason I am not up to date with thing happening back at home and what people are saying…….. But today I was going through this page on Facebook; Bhutanese forums…… and I was really disheartened with something I read there. It was about the salary raise issue…… I know this is a too little late, (not that it would have mattered anyway)……it seems that the reason for raising the parliamentarians’ salary including the ministers’ was to attract “capable people”. This really disturbed me……… what does our country need right now? Capable people, huh, they are in hundreds and maybe even thousands but they are not we need right now. These are people we just want. What we really need are capable people who want to serve the country deep down from their heart and not expecting anything in return, and these are hard to find. Let’s not complicate things and just think straight forward. Would raising

Like everyone else, on this worldwide celebrated day, I wished my friends a happy Friendship Day and was replying to the wishes that came in. But as the day went on I remembered something that my English teacher in high school told us. She pointed out that relationships these days are losing their depth and meaning. People wish each other on social networks, be it on their birthdays, anniversaries, Friendship Day, Mothers’ Day and so on……..but do these wishes mean anything??? Most of the time it’s just like a formality, you know, like you have a notification on your wall and then only you realize it’s someone’s birthday and wish them (these are not her exact words). And even worse than this is when people post “HBD” for birthday wishes. If one does not mean it from the depths of their heart, then I suggest one should not pretend to care about such things and post halfheartedly. The advent of technology, especially internet, seems to have created some sort of black hole in human rel

What would have happened if my friends  didn't  start teasing me with your name? Would I have fallen in love with your name? Would I have irritated them intentionally, just to hear your name? What would have happened if we were placed in different classes? Would I have fallen for you mesmerizing smile and your starry eyes? Would I have done all those silly things just to come in front of you and try to impress you? What would have happened if I handed over that letter personally? Would you have fallen for me and my golden method? Or would you have torn the letter and thrown it into my face? What would have happened if I called you as myself instead of texting as an unknown? Would you have fallen for me as I did for you? Or would you have complained about me to someone? What would have happened if I told you everything on the last day I saw you? Would you have accepted me and my love? Or could we have become friends at the least?

The night was still young and I was in my room copying some movies from a friend’s hard disk. Then I heard noises from outside, the sound of plastic chairs being dragged along as the boys hurried into the television room to book their seats for the world cup final. It was the day everyone was waiting for a month since the start of the tournament. Being a Spain supporter I went to watch the game as a neutral, but some part of me inclined towards Germany, maybe because Germany were playing against Brazil in the first world cup match that I watched as a kid in 2002. I, as a football fan, love the midfield position because that’s where all the magic happens. My favorite footballers are mostly midfielders like Lampard, Gerrard, Pirlo, Ballack, and so on and maybe this is also one on of the reasons for supporting Germany because in my opinion they had the better midfielders. The whistle blew to signal the beginning of, what became a thrilling hundred and twenty minutes of magic, dram

" I was falling head over heels for this girl and somehow I needed to express my feelings to her. But you see, I was the shy-type and I couldn't just walk up to her and tell her all about what i felt. Then I thought I'd tell her when I meet her online but then again after a lot of thinking I came to the conclusion that expressing your love for someone through the net didn't sound romantic. Then it struck me; why not write a letter? That was one of the oldest way of expressing your love for someone if you are too shy to say it up front. So it was decided that I would write a love letter. I don't quite remember what I wrote in the salutation but I'm sure it was not dear...... because that'd be too forward. Anyway, what I do remember is the hint to my identity. And this is funny, you see, I had one of the worst handwriting  in the class and I assumed that she would recognize that and "you might know who I am because of my handwriting" was what I wr

Today I was going through the May 31st issue of K2, the weekend magazine by Kuensel. The issue is focused  mainly  on tattoos; why people have them, what others think about them, etc. And this topic hasn't been able to escape my mind for the whole day.   Tattoos are usually associated with the youngsters, mostly who are into substance abuse, alcohol and other social problems, specially in our community and if one is seen bearing prints on their bodies they are automatically associated with drugs and alcohol. Our society seems to look down at these people with tattoos. Tattoos are considered taboo and people with tattoos are being asked to remove them. Cases of people not being employed because of their prints have also been mentioned in the articles. The Thimphu referral hospital has been surgically removing tattoos, majority of the reason for inked people doing this being not getting employment.  And then there are others who have thought of getting their bodies tattooed but co

I don't know if it's just me or everyone one of my ex-classmates feel the same but what I have noticed about all my classes is that my classes have been the noisiest, the one most of the teachers seem to dislike. Was I the common denominator?????? But that was the only backdrop I think my classes had. From pre-primary to plus two, my classes have been filled with extraordinary people. If you wanted someone to compete with in studies my class had the right people (and god know how much trouble i had trying to keep up with them), very talented sportsmen and women, singers, dancers...... you name it, my class had it. I have been blessed to have met all these amazing people and to have made memories that I'll never ever forget in my entire life. I can't say which class was my favorite because each one of them has given me so much to hold on to. But I have to say it's the class of 11 and 12 Sci A (2010-2011), Motithang Higher Secondary School that frequently pops up i

 It's been more than three years now but I can still smell your scent, see your face in front of me and hear your soft voice.  It's been three years now and I still can't believe what has transpired. I just can't seem to take in the fact that I can't see you anymore. But deep down, somewhere in my heart I have a little flickering light that says that you'll come back. I still day dream about our future, about how I would include time for you and our family into my hectic schedule, about how we would raise our children.  Sometimes I feel the need to move on with my life, but then again i feel that for one to move on with their life they need a companion. And for me you have always been that companion. It somehow seems that a part of my soul still dwells in the past because I still do all these crazy things. The only difference is that back then I used to do it to be somehow noticed by you and maybe try to bring a smile on your face even if I had to make a foo

What do you do when you and your own sister start schooling in the same year, in the same class?????? You just shut up and be a good boy so that she doesn't complain about you to your parents..... seriously, I'm not kidding. Having my sister studying in the same class was an odd privilege, it had it's own pros and cons. I was constantly reminded of the home works and class tests, I couldn't lie about how much I scored in tests, and worst of all I couldn't flirt with my classmates :'(  (just kidding :-P ). I had competition both at home and school in the form of my sister. It was frustrating sometimes, but that was when were just kids learning the ways of life. When we grew older, I learnt to use the fact that the two of us were in the same class to my advantage and learn things that I wasn't able to understand or didn't want to read ( both of us studied by reading aloud and that's where by antennae like ears came in handy).  At home you were the