Words From Bhutan

My Sonam 0 point Something My Sonam, I would say without any hesitation. He’s once my boyfriend. Let me introduce him. He’s a man with distinct instincts which make him distinct from his other friends. His friends are never of the kind ‘good guy’. His friends are drug addicts, depressed high school bunkers, orphans, and those without a proper job. He is always found to in a hurried mood. He looks always tensed. He has no brakes to control his walks. He walks fast. Is that all that makes him distinct? Nope, these don’t make him what actually he is. I know him like I know myself. And I’m going to share who Sonam is. This is a story of love. Like any other love stories it has knots which grips like silk- the silken knots of hatred, betrayal, lust and something I can’t share it right now. I’ll share this later. More about Sonam, he is an engineering student, a fresh college student studying in one of the prestigious engineering colleges in Bhutan. Engineering student, I know you ...

Hurt-proof Heart??? Humans are not programmed. They have their own power to take decisions of their own. They have their own consciousness which dictates what is wrong and what is right. The more the conscious human is, the more precise s/he in taking decisions. However, interaction between the humans is complex because one cannot understand the level of the consciousness in the other. Contradiction in the level of consciousness give rise to clash of so-called emotions giving rise to calamities such as anger, attachment, and ignorance. This eventually is the cause of the misunderstandings that rise between two individuals, communities, societies and at the international levels too. But we are not hurt-proof. One gets hurt because of as simple as another's harsh words. But there is always a way to be hurt-proof. Left by your girlfriend or boyfriend? Failed in an examination? Got rejected by an employer? And many more such questions that I needn’t have to mention, happen ...

Check the Dzongkha words in this photo. I studied  I should write as "Ngen" to mean "Danger" but here's "Ngàn" which is equivalent to "bad" in English. Which one's the right word to mean "Danger"?

Tshangla: Background Though spoken predominantly across the country, Tshangla exists as a primitive language (without a writing system), described it as an unwritten language . Tshangla also known as Sharchopkha (meaning The Language of the Easterners{Eastern Bhutan}) is the major language used in the eastern part of Bhutan, some parts of Arunachal Pradesh (India) and Tibet.  Seemingly, a large population of the Bhutanese use Tshangla . Unfortunately, it is one among the list of the world's endangered languages. Researchers has found that Tshangla is of three typical dialects including Bhutanese Tshangla, West Kemang Tshangla[India] and Pemako Tshangla [Tibet].  The studies done claim that Tshangla is a Sino-Tibetan language of Bodish type. However, it's origination is complex to understand as there is no written record about this language. So  the mystery is, from which part of the world did Tshangla originate? How long has it endured to exist? ...

I never was and I never will be as sad as when I knew that  my beloved Dechen has betrayed me under my nose. I know, Dechen was a charming girl with well-positioned nose, lovely lips, puffy eyes and silky hair running like a rivulet cascading down her back. It was an early morning when I came out from my long deep slumber as I'd a tedious and heavy work on the previous day. Sun started its journey but was still hiding behind the hills. It was chilly outside. I walked to the toilet brushing my teeth while my phone beeped under my pillow. I rushed back and received the call. "Hi there!" I said with a tinge of drowsines. "Who are you?" "It's me Dechen..." She admitted. She seemed weary and bit angry. So I disrupted her and said, "What's wrong? Anything wrong with you?" I almost blurted out. She murmured, "I can't love you now." She was stuttering. "I....I....never loved you and you're never meant for me!...