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Way back in 2005 when I was attending one of the trainings in Italy, I came across a group of delegates from Africa. One of the delegates from Botswana told me that out of every 10 people in Botswana, almost five of them were HIV positive. She also told me that people died on streets like flies with no one to care for them. School going youth struggled with HIV and ….the stories were endless.

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Many stories are being told about the wealth, fame, strength and influence that Buli Ponpo had so much so that it became a source of contention for even the central government at that point of time to wage a war against him. Even to these days, many people continue to respect their nobilities. The descendants are often referred to as Buli Ponpo(s) or Buli Ashi(s). Legend speaks of a mermaid who

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During one of my travels from Thimphu to Phuentsholing, I had a travelling companion who told me stories about many places. One of the stories related to Dungkar at Wang Sisina. The story went on to say that there were many Sinpos and Sinmos who lived along the cliffs facing Wang Sisina. These Sinpos and Sinmos preyed on unsuspecting and weary travellers. One big house below the road, which

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Some four and half decades ago, a team of officials headed by Lopen Nado, a very renowned Bhutanese scholar came visiting our ancestral village. They were on tour of villages picking boys to study in schools. My grandmother hid my father, who was then a very young boy, inside a big bamboo container where they usually stored maize grains. However, Lopen Nado and his team found my father and got

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Melam was one of those many young people who completed university degree and looked forward to a happy life. However, she was caught between excitement, insecurity and reality. And like all Bhutanese people, she was also faced with a dilemma of finding the right definition for what brought her happiness and how it connected to Gross National Happiness. Odyssey into the life of Gautama Buddha some

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Jigme Choden is married to her long time sweetheart who is an Army Officer. Professionally, Jigme Choden completed her post graduation and became a teacher. Even as she worked, she got an opportunity to pursue her master’s degree and upon her return from studies, she got elevated as School’s Principal. She was ecstatic. As a young ambitious woman, she enjoyed the respect she earned from the

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Dust had just begun to settle after the first war was fought between the Tsang Desi of Tibet and Bhutanese troops near Paro Hungrel Dzong. The Tibetan troops had returned humiliated to their country but vowed to avenge it. Peace returned to the country and Zhabdrung Rinpoche had some time to rededicate himself to prayers and teachings.However, the peace was short-lived because Lam Kha Nga,

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Pangzampa is the local deity of Kangpara areas. He was believed to be a skilled blacksmith. It is being said that people could borrow pots and pans from Pangzampa. They only had to go near his citadel and ask for it and wait with their back towards the citadel. The things they asked would be there when they were about to return. People believe that the deities no longer provide such facilities

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A lone flower, be it zinnia, dahlia or chinaCannot give all the colors that the garden needNor can you fill up the vast expanseOf another person’s life, how ever much you give.It takes Sun, rain, earth, season and careTo make blossom the small seed into beautiful zinniaAnd it takes many many teardropsTo bring up a child.If you give your garden to someone you would die forWhere do you grow your

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History of Haa valley would not be complete without reference of Phola Mansang Chungdud, the guardian deity of Haa. Although his name suggests that he is the deity of man and strength, all the natives of Haa and also some people from Paro nevertheless worship him for all other purposes also. He is popularly known as Phola Mansang Chungdud or in short as Ap Chungdud. He is venerated for his

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I have never doubted that democracy in Bhutan would be a huge success. That’s because most of our politicians are products of Bhutanese Bureaucracy, which in turn has been a breeding ground for dangerous politics for quite a few decades. Most cronies and narcissists climbed up the ladder and they continue to do so.Interestingly, politics inside corporations may be one of the reasons why many

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Four years old Sonam was eating turmeric (titiri) when its seed entered the wind pipe and landed in the lungs. He died about a week later in hospital. The Doctor who operated on the child could not remove the stone. He died in hospital. Many questions have lingered in my mind. Was it professional inefficiency that caused the death or did the doctor try hard enough but the force of nature was

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While Ama Jomo is a guardian deity of Merak, Sakten and some places in Arunachal Pradesh, Meme Dangling is a popular deity in Khaling and along ancient route to Dung Sum.Ama Jomo’s story share many similarity with stories of Zhongar Dzongpon, Tongphu Gyalpo and Dzongpon of Wangditse (as written by Kinga Choden in one of the Drukpa Magazines). Nevertheless, the story would be incomplete

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…while being chased by a dog, a house rooster flew over a tall building and landed safely on the parapet of another tall building. The rooster was amazed with his own feat. He wanted to fly over another tall building and another and another. He just got obsessed with his own success that he started to crow from the parapet of the tall building everyday hoping that someone would

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Genyen Dorji Dradul is revered in Bhutan as Ap Genyen Jagpa Milen or simply Ap Genyen. He commands a deep respect among his followers. However, being dralha or a War God, is known to be very obnoxious to his enemies. He is also revered as Keylha or birth deity for those children born in upper Thimphu. History of origination associates Thimphu with Ap Genyen. Thimphu

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History has always ensnared me. Every place I go, I always look for its history. I thought I would use my blog to share pieces of information that I collected from people, books and other sources. It surely is a great way to enrich ourselves. I would appreciate if some people can send me the stories of the places they know or heard of so that it is published in this blog and

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While waiting for my wife at the vegetable market, I was listening to BBS in my car. One of the news that day was about the introduction of EVM machine in electing the school office bearers of Daga Secondary School. I really liked the idea and appreciated the move. I hope all schools in Bhutan make use of such facilities. This will infuse democratic sense in our younger generations. What

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It is school time. In fact, it is children’s time. Some look happy because they are just back from vacation with their family. They have so much to tell their friends about all the good times they had. Back in the villages, there are those shy children who, although have not been anywhere except their backyard or village are happy to be back to school. School is an escape for most

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I just called back home to find out if Sangay had passed. She did. She came second in her class. I am happy for her but at her age, even if she came first, I wouldn’t be so much impressed. She is already twelve years old and just passed class one.However, I take pride that she has matured beyond her age. My first babysitter had left for her home and I was forced to look for some

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One day, I was asked by our former Administrative Officer to be a member of a committee in recruiting some new officers for our office. Just before the interview, I was told that it was not necessary for me to be there . Later I came to know that one of the officers being selected was related to my former boss and the interviewer replacing me was his crony in the

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During one of my trips to my village, I happened to attend a community gathering. During casual conversation with villagers, the host treated us to some homemade ara. However, I was impressed to see that some of the people I had known drinking during my earlier visits were not drinking during that gathering. As a matter of courtesy, I asked the host if the people had stopped

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Sometimes in sixties, when Sey Dopola was Tashigang Dzongpon, every village under his jurisdiction were required to contribute labour to work in his farms and orchards. My maternal grandfather, along with some of the people from the neighbouring villages had gone to serve during their turns. Every morning they carried their own pack lunches to work but they were disappointed to see

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I was reading through Bhutan Times and I was shaken beyond words to see some of the ideas being injected in a reputed newspaper like Bhutan Times. Here are some extracts from the article, “The Buddhist kingdom of Bhutan and the policy of secularism”“….Buddhism was the religion of the State until the introduction of the Constitution of Bhutan in 2008. Under of ideology of secularism, the

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Way back in 2007, I had an opportunity to be part of City Carnival organized by Katha in New Delhi. There were writers, readers, critics, fanatics, artists, movie buffs, movie makers, activists, social thinkers, singers, dancers, translators and researchers from across twenty two countries. There also were hundreds of teachers and college students from across India joining the

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When I first began my school in Damphu some two decades ago, I used to be shit scared on Mr. Alexander and his wife, Mrs. Devi. While the gentleman was known for being brute, the lady was known for her tongue. I still can't forget these two people. I passed my first few years of school life with sore bottom from KHEMPA “judgment.”Then came the Dzongkha Lopen Phub

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During one of my tours to Samtse, I wanted to try some Indian food on the other side of the gate. Walking into one of the hotels, I asked the man in the counter if I could get some rice and mutton curry for lunch. He looked at me and said, “If you eat more than three plates of rice, there isn’t enough.” I was amused and at the same time it made me wonder what had prompted him to

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One of the greatest Canadian parliamentarians, Edmund Burke, referred to press as the Fourth Estate, more important than three other estates in the parliament. I don’t know what the other three estates are. Maybe he was referring to legislation, judiciary and bureaucracy. Maybe I am wrong, so don’t take it seriously. Since I am just a casual writer, a reporter myself at one point of time, I

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Many years ago, on my way to my village, I happened to meet one of my village cousins playing with his friends. He insisted that I should meet his mother, my paternal aunt, who was at home brewing some ara. As custom demanded, I paid her a visit. Over few cups of ara, I wanted to find out how many cows she owned because cattle in Bhutan are treated at par with other family

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About two years ago, I had gone to taxi stand near Thimphu bus station to drop a cousin who wanted to go Paro during Tshechu holidays. I was taken with surprise when I reached there. There were many passengers and many taxis but interestingly, the taxi drivers, who had formed a syndicate to make profits during Tshechus holidays were refusing to ferry individual passenger for anything less than Nu

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Weeks ago, my friend called from Bhutan asking me to give some money to his wife whom he said was in Bangkok for some business. After meandering through the Bangkok traffic during the afternoon heat, I was able to locate his wife sitting lost on a sofa of the hotel lobby. She looked relieved though when she saw me coming. She had come to Bangkok for Visa business.After loaning her 200 dollars, I

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Major (Retd) Namgay (name changed) of Police comes to my office seeking information about the post retirement benefits. He looked too young to retire so out of curiousity I asked him why he wanted to retire so early. He looked at me and said, “ Seniors in my office are getting younger instead of getting older. Some of them were 55 last year but this year when their retirement age is nearing, they

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Ram Singh wakes up earlier than usual on the day of Vishwakarma. In absence of any other Hindu priest , Ram Singh was given charge to appease Lord Vishwakarma on behalf of NPPF office with Nu. 5000 budget every year. Ram Singh opens his canteen first to pick up the balloons, ribbons and cello tape and of course all the unsold samosas from his canteen. He calls someone to help

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(This essay was written by a twentieth century essayist whose name I do not know. I found it among popular essays being sent to me by a friend of mine. I thought this is so relevant for Bhutan today, especially at this point of time when people are so confused about being in democratic country. People from villages to students studying abroad seems to discuss politics at every available

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Sometimes in 2006, when the whole country was rushing to pose for new identity card, a class teacher of one of the schools in southern Bhutan received a leave application from one of his students. The first line of the application read, “… since I am suffering from identity card making, I am not able to attend the class today....” The teacher had been used to hearing that his pupils

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…this was a story of an old Gomchen called Mentong who came from a remote village. All his life he saved all the money he could by reading scriptures to go on pilgrimage to India. It took three years of saving for him to finally feel his dream become a reality. He was so much excited that he went to Bodh Gaya three weeks before the “Moenlam Chenmo”, the great prayer session actually

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(Until the establishment of formal education system in Bhutan in later half of the twentieth century, education in Bhutan was limited to few privileged ones in the monasteries which was run by monks and few learned scholars. Since the disciples mostly lived with the master, they often had to work in their master’s field as they studied. ) …the spring had finally arrived and amidst the splendour

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(For centuries, many nobles in Bhutan owned serfs who worked for them. In 1958, the third king, His Majesty Jigme Dorji Wangchuk, in one of the many major social reforms drive, declared freedom to the serfs and also distributed lands to them. This story draws an atmosphere of celebration in the name of the freedom by many serfs who worked in Trashigang Dzong then and became free from the bondage

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(Continued from the book "Shadow Around the Lamp"The night came home again, but this time it was not alone. The anxiety began to dig itself and each drop of rain brought fear. Yangtsho’s father had gone to attend the funeral rites of one of the relatives in the village and he had failed to return even after three days.“Must be gambling somewhere again,” grumbled Yangtsho but there was a hope

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(From the book "Shadow Around the Lamp")Many centuries ago, until the invasion of Tibet in the nineteen fifties, the Bhutanese went on pilgrimage to Tsari Rongkor in Tibet. Unlike the annual ritual held in Bodh Gaya these days, the Tsari Rongkor pilgrimage was hosted one time every twelve years in the year of the monkey. Tsari Rongkor, which lies to the south of Tibet, is a pilgrimage site

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(This is a story of a teacher who struggled to keep balance in her life. The names of the people have been changed upon request and the narration kept in first person to make it easier to read)Finally, the long wait was over. We had waited for three days to get our appointment and placement letter and here it was. The Dzongkhag Education Officer gave us a letter each and wished us luck

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(This story is a summarised version of the story called “Dramatic Performance in the Lotus Garden’’ being written by Patrul Rinpoche after being requested by a boy called Tashi Gelek.) ...dangpo dingpoooooo, there was a very beautiful forest at the foot of a very tall snow-clad mountain. In that forest lived a very young boy called Gakey Thaye Gyamtsho. He spent his days meditating in peace

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This story is set amidst the backdrop of Bhutan some thirty years ago. Those days, it was like dawn for Bhutan. Some of the students whom Lopen Nado , Father Mackey and many Canadian Jesuit Evangelists had forcefully enrolled in the school had just completed some schooling. Now they were getting employed. All of those people who quit school got job easily because the government was short

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Name : Dhendup...Age: Twenty Three...Qualification: Class XI appeared....appeared occasionally....Meet Dhendup. No one knew his real name in school. They knew him very well though. He was “Centre Shock” in school. With one full container of Gel gone into maintaining his spike like hairs, his name did send some message. As a local guardian, I was called by the school Principal to

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Death…Buddhists believe, is not the end of life. It is the beginning of another journey whose path is designated by the way you have led your past life. I shelved the message somewhere at the back of my mind.When the face of death is lined with years of life, people say, “it was time”. When the face of death has no trace of time, people say, “it was fate”. At such time, I came empty handed

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“ Does your meme go for kora?” grinned one of my colleagues as I arrived in my office. “Yes, everyday, why?” I enquired though not very interested.“ Don’t ask me why,” he retorted. “My meme has found a new abi for himself. I thought he always went for kora everyday but he was busy doing kora on top of new abi.” I laughed at his remarks. “ Don’t laugh. Just check what your meme

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Wamrong is one of the three Dungkhags (sub district) in eastern Bhutan covering two gewogs (blocks) of many hamlets, villages and people. Until recent past, it had three gewogs under its jurisdiction. However, when the political delimitation was carried out in 2007, it lost Nanong to Pema Gatshel Dzongkhag (District). Wamrong, as a main village still exist some 25 kilometers from the Wamrong

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All Bhutanese have a reason to look at the future with hope especially after being shepherded to democracy.We have now entered into a new era. We are at the threshold of building a prosperous nation which is also spiritually contended despite many challenges ahead of us. We are a brand new democratic country which has just broken the egg shell and come out after being contended inside the

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When Karma knocks the door of the hut he lives, it is already past midnight. It is late but he has brought some meals for his mother and siblings. His two younger sisters and baby brother looks excited. He hands his mother the two black plastic bags and goes to play with his siblings. His mother returns with food taken from the plastics and hands them over to the children. As the children

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…soon after he took charges from Colonel Campbell, Colonel Jenkins overran the fertile land of Ambari and Falakata over a pretext that Bhutanese were committing outrages and alleged aggression over their land. Ashley Eden’s mission had also come to a bitter end with Bhutanese sides charging the British of permanently annexing the Ambari and Falakata and also for refusing to pay the annual

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I am Tshering C Dorji from Bhutan, author of the book "Shadow Around the Lamp," "Living the Bhutanese Ways" and " Warrior God and the Mermaid."This blog “www.bhutanliterature.blogspot.com” is aimed at providing some insights to those small things which we tend to overlook very often during our daily mundane life. It will also supplement the books, stories, poems and articles that I write

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