Amateur scribbles

There lived a ruthless butcher, who enjoyed killing as much as any other leisure games. He slaughtered myriad lives in a single day. His stony heart lacked mercy and  knew nothing about love or compassion.  One fine day he decided to slaughter a goat. He dragged one big fat goat from the pen and tethered it on a pole. Meanwhile he was sharpening his blade just in the proximity of the goat. Then and there he felt strong urinous sensation, as if his bladder would  come bursting out.  Readily rushed  for the  latrine leaving his knife and belongings  there itself.  The scared goat bleated helplessly. His cries in vain and as well butcher payed no heed to his cries. Later he came out from the latrine and resorted  to resume his work.  He noticed that his knife was missing,couldn't be seen anywhere nearby. He searched  about every where but to no avail . Eventually went near the poor goat and searched anew. Priorly he was sitti...

Only if willing to give extra effort for every ordinary things, result achieved will be extraordinary. 

Today otherwise would have been a great fun to celebrate losar, but our college is in full swing and I have to attend classes. Losar ,the new year in the Bhutanese and Tibetan calendar, depicts the end of all yester year of sorrows ,the hardships and  all in all it is the end of prior year and opening  door anew for a totally different year.   When I was a kid ,this same losar was welcomed heartily and the celebration was way abundant. We have good shower and parents give go ahead signal to wear our new clothes in pile. Food are lavish and  the menu diverse. Picnicking was flagship from  among the days  awaited program. It offers a quality time for family to gather and excursion along the river banks , in the woods and admid various oasis are always breathtaking moment. The air of the day are filled with songs and graced with dances.  We celebrate as if it's our last day to live.  22 years from then, we mark the losar on same time but in d...

The sun has sunken in the west It's golden rays dusted about the clouds. The air is still and the sky too. Kites of all colours soar in the air Like a diamond they dazzle . Flying with pride and glory, Flying against the abrupt winds. On the ground are the kids Seeking the solace from those flying gems. Each giving their best to keep them afloat. A roll of string in their hand, Bonding them  with the kite. Bond of  enthusiasm, hops and passion, Enthusiasm to control the kite Hoping to fly higher then the rest. Till the golden sky turn black And evening star peek from from behind curtain, These dragons soar in the sky. They sail higher until they break loose Vanishing beyond eye reach. Perhaps they headed towards heaven Or fallen on angels lap somewhere afar.

Shopping in jaigon is not as enjoyable as people talk about.. Bhutanese people are haunted by the aspect that price of the commodities are far cheaper in jaigon and has incited a shopping spree in them. But in reality things are otherwise. The system of bargaining I have encountered is mere a jest, needless to say it’s more of cheating and looting the customers. For instance, I ventured into a cloth shop, there was one t-shirt that caught my attention. I asked for the price and straight away he said, “it cost nu.1000, but will /give you some discount, take it at 990”. Whoa! the discount he offered wasn’t at all impressive. That by saying doesn’t mean I want him to run into lost by selling to me at very low price. I didn’t want to bargain and came out, meanwhile he said me not to go and asked my wish price. it was expensive I said and came out of the shop. Then he called me , “ take it at 500”, I turned deaf ear, and proceeded apace, to utter surprise he said to take it at 200. Off co...