Wednesday, March 15, 2017

My Google Profile

Just Yesterday, as i was having the mail exchanges with my professor from College; Mr. Bhakta Shangshon, the man who is the reason of my everything in college and even after the college, he said me one wonderful thing. He said me to change my google-profile picture because i looked like a teenager in my existing picture. 

My existing profile picture
This was his sincere comment which everyone don't dare to even notice it well. But because my professor has the role to shape me and because he cares about me, he have noticed how my profile picture is appearing and thus has made his good comment over it. 

If i were to retrieve his exact lines, 'Change your profile photo in the email. You look like a high school student. You need to look matured now.' 

See, how nice his comment is! Yes, really, i need to look matured now despite the tiny physiques i am born with. 

You know, i am almost 24. But people around still says i look like a 8th or 10th graded student, which is though quite disappointing. I am working now but people still says 'Are you a student?' 

I really want to look matured because that's what my professor is saying me.  My professor has been more than just a professor especially after my College. He is my guide, mentor and the most, he is my friend. 

He initiates chat in the facebook, asking me if i have been doing good, if i am liking the work i am doing and suggesting me to appear the RCSE. So, he is more like a father and a friend to m. Thank you so much sir. 

And yes, i was scanning down my picture album but couldn't located one good picture that gave a matured looks, at least in my eyes. This could be because, in my mind, i am still so young. My attitude is young. The whole of me feels young though as i said earlier, i am soon going to be 24. 

Anyway, I have chosen the following image to be my profile picture. 

 My new profile picture

I don't know how long this picture will serve as the profile picture. But i am certain that i will get it changed as an when i could capture the old self-version. Thank you my professor. Please take care of yourself and i always will be your student. 

***Cheers**

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Monday, March 13, 2017

No title



Again, it has been so long without any update on my blog. And here, I am with full of excuses to defend my failure to update it. 

The first in the list is ‘I have been busy!’ Alright, I have been busy. But this is just an excuse. No matter how busy the schedule is, I always used to get the time to write something about the event. However, this time, I didn’t get the time just because I didn’t strive to write. 

Well, in the serious note, I have been lazily busy over some little official events. The VC Validation workshop of CARLEP was followed by the AWPB preparation for the FY 2017-18 which is further been followed by the first RPIC meeting which was honored by the Dasho Dzongdas of the six Eastern Dzongkhags. 

I was actually planning to update about these three subsequent events. But just then, another important event came-in; the Graduate Farmers’ Dialogue which was honored by the Hon’ble Minister Lyoenpo Yeshey Dorji. In the address by the Lyoenpo, he said that it is a historic event where the University Graduates who have chosen to do the farming career have come into a single board. 

It would be quite an alarming news if I say that there is more than 3,000 educated farmers in the six eastern Dzongkhags alone, out of which hundreds are the University Graduates. While the Nation at large is moaning for the rise in youth unemployment, we do have an impressive number of youth who are into farming. But the saddest thing is nobody recognizes them. 

For the Graduate Farmers’ Dialogue, organized under CARLEP, we could gather only 22 of them who are a real aspirant University Graduate Farmers’. They have done the MBA, BBA, BSE, B.com etc and etc from both National and International Universities just like many of us. But the one great thing about them is that they are ventured into the agricultural farming which is the least preferred job among us; especially the youth. 

Interacting with them was one exciting thing that I got, being the part of CARLEP. These graduate farmers’ are contended with their decision to stay back at village, help their parents are other village mates in moderating any modern information. They are serving as a bridge between the aid-providers and the receivers. However, some of them seems little-down with their decision. 

I was doing the registration. It had the column to reflect the designation. These graduate farmers were writing as a ‘Farmer’ in the designation column. I felt little odd because I am also a University Graduate. While I can write ‘Gender and Knowledge Management Officer’; the title Officer against my name, these group of people who also are a University Graduates wrote ‘Farmer’ against their name. 

As expected one of them said ‘having studied in the Universities, the title we earn at the end is Farmer.’ As you see, ‘Farmer’ is although the back-bone of the Nation, the title isn’t the much preferred one among us. He said 'I could have easily earned this title even without having had to go to the ECCD, forget about attending Universities'

Regardless of how and for what we are born, we wish to live well with a good name, position, fame and title.

Anyway, believe me, I am writing this in a short notice of maybe 30 minutes or less. I know this is fully unorganized. Accept the apology and thanks for reading. I hope I won’t take much time for the next update. You may also visit me at http://ogenstar.com/.

Have a good day. 


Monday, February 6, 2017

Highlights of my day on the #Gyelsey's# 1st Birthday.

Coinciding the 2nd day of the 1st year of Royal prince Jigme Namgyel Wangchuk #Gyelsey, I am pleased to say hello to my blogger friends there? Have you been doing good? I am doing fine.

Well, about today's post, i just wanted to share the brief highlights of day-before today. I am certain that you have done lots of precious things last day in the name of our adorable Gyelsey. Have you?  Yeah...I can feel you nodding. Some of you must have attended to some of the grant events dedicated to the birthday celebration of the Royal little Highness.

Royal Little Prince

I am at Mongar. Our big event for the day was planned at Gyelposhing, at the Gyeltshab Office. Six Eastern Dzongkhags (Mongar, Lhuentse, Trashigang, Trashiyangtse, Pemagatshel and Samdrup-jongkhar) have dedicated in the same event ground.

One of my office friend was there for the ground preparation for the last six days. And today when he returned back to the office, he was fully contended but with some alteration in his skin color. He has got darker. I and my senior staff  mocked him saying, his Girlfriend may leave him because he has become darker...LOL. He said he was in the sun doing the landscaping for the whole six days.

Landscaping at Gyelposhing

I was excited to attend that big event. But what a big bad luck! My head was into a huge numb. I couldn't get up early and missed the vehicle that was planned at 6:30 am. My neighbor woke me up but my head was still in deep pain.

When i finally woke up, it was already 10:30 am. My head was bit fine. I was late by a solid two hours. The program at the event ground was to start at 9:00 am. And the event ground is at 25 km away from my stay? What the hell? I don't have a car. Getting taxi is a rare occasion.

So, what now? Alright. I just killed my heart to attend the event. I offered my little prayers at home in the name of the 'Person of the day'; in the name of the #Gyelsey; the little Royal highness who is exactly turning a year old on the day.

I was happy again. I did the home chores. I knitted a sweater for my little sister for few hours. In the afternoon, i went into the woods as i always love walking in the woods and embracing with various plants. The passage to the woods had the beautiful hundreds of prayer flags and the raw-stone stupa.

Prayer flags and Stupa

And in the woods, what was different this time and what amazed me more  was the 'Full Bloom Rhododendrons." Rhododendro is a hard-wood. Maybe, the tree specialists will many more to say about Rhododendron. I just know that it is hard-wood.

With the dark red, some pink and a bell-like flowers, Rhododendron is the most beautiful wild flower. Unlike other flowers which blooms in the rain and spring, Rhododendron blooms in dry and winter.

Rhododendrons

At the touch of the flowers, I suddenly remembered one  of my childhood friend who said 'When you chew the flower, it will turn your tongue to a purple color.'

I chewed few petals. And yes, it was giving a purple color to my tongue. It tasted little sweet, little sour and little bitter. It is odorless. I am certain that the flower carries some herbal (medicinal) properties.

And about me, I am such a girl who always look to put any type of flowers in my hair. The Rhododendrons was so available that i tied my hair with some. It was pretty good. I loved that feeling of loving that moment.

I tied my hair with Rhododendron

And yes, in the meantime, i said this in my mind. I said 'Thank you God for giving me birth in harmonious Bhutan under the wise leadership of our Monarchs.' I prayed for the prosperity of our little adorable Gyelsey.

In the night, i have insta-posted some of the pictures in my instagram account. I captioned it as " When you are into the woods and that you can not only embrace but also tie your hair with the blooms. The feeling is amazing. Dedicated to the first birthday of the Royal Highness #Gyelsey#."

Insta-picture
And the day has ended blissfully on the first year birthday of the Royal Prince: the heart, the gem, the pearl of the Nation!


Do share your moments on Gyelsey's birthday in the comment down to pay your tribute.


Thanking you.



Thursday, January 19, 2017

Story of Wangmo and Tobgay continued...


"In the mental hospital, Wangmo was kept under the close observation of Dr. Kesper.

For the first few weeks, she didn't show any sign of improvement. She kept shouting, laughing, crying, all at once. She wouldn't listen for any medications. At one point, she turn on to a nurse, grabbed her by the hand and thew the syringe away from the window. Other patients who were also as filthy as her laughed, pointing towards her messy hair.

In another point, Wangmo jumped out her bed, calling the ward boy who has just came to clean the room as Tobgay. She knelt down on him, begging not to leave her. The surprised ward boy then never came again.

By the third week, the depressed Wangmo was almost into 50th dosage of sedative. That's how, the hospital could keep her under control, otherwise she would go making scenes, disturbing all other patients, referring everybody as Tobgay; the unseen man; the man behind her depression.

Dr. Kesper would examine her thrice a day. He would console Wangmo's husband who is still unaware of the things going inside Wangmo that everything is fine with her and that she just needed some good rests.

Well, as we say, time heals every wounds. Wangmo started getting fine, physically. She started making friend with other patients and Pem was the one.
•••
Pem on other hand is a young, bold and beautiful girl who has survived the suicide attempt.
Prior to the suicide attempt and treatment in the mental hospital, Pem led a good life as a librarian. She had a pretty good life, loving parents and a circle of good friends and also a good numbers of boys wanting to own her.

But as days passes by, Pem started feeling restless. She felt tired over every tomorrow. She felt life is such a monotonous thing and that each day is like every other day. Getting up, cleaning, walking to the liberary, reading, snacking and walking back to home, she felt life isn't really exciting and adventurous. Thus, she ate two packets of sleeping pills one night. She thought, it will kill her and that she will not see another monotonous day.

But she woke up again but in the hospital, feeling the hot burns inside her heart. People thought she is mentally ill who has opted to end the life when she literally had everything in hand.
The depressed Wangmo who has minimized to call out 'Tobgay' would first weep and then fall asleep, listening to Pem's narration.

One afternoon, while Wangmo was still sleeping, Pem went to upstairs of hospital wards in the room which had a full sets of voilin. Playing voilin used to be her childhood dreams which is literally been murdered by her parents, who wanted her to be a lawyer.

And in that hospital's voilin room, it was exactly after thirteen years of her last touch with the voilin. There, she played it like no body cares, for the very long time, until she felt like she has recovered all the things that has lost in the past thirteen years.

Applauding to her play was a srephezonic Wangchuk, who can't talk.
•••
Wangchuk before diagonosing with screphezonia was a son of powerful ambassador. While the ambassador wanted to succeeds his son to succeed him, Wangchuk wanted to become a painter. He dreamt of painting the heart of a paradise.

These two tempted controversies between son and a father finally ended with son suffering from screphezonia.

When Pem wanted to leave the room, Wangchuk wouldn't allow, signalling and begging her to play the voilin for some more time. And at that time, Pem is hopelessly falling in love for the first time to that good looking srephezonic.
•••
The suicide survivor Pem and the srephezonic Wangchuk started sharing more times together.
•••
One day, the depressed Wangmo saw the srephezonic Wangchuk brushing the hair of the suicide survivor Pem. A man lovingly brushing a woman's hair was triggered Wangmo to unconsciously gain her consciousness.

Like miracles happens in the Fairy tales, Wangmo could remember everything, everything about her loving husband, her lovely twins and her happy times with them. But nothing about 'Tobgay'.

She jumped, screamed, cried, all at one time but this time with happiness.
She immediately looked for Dr. Kesper. She wanted to prove that she is alright and that she can remember everything.

She begged Dr. Kesper to let her meet with her husband and her kids. But a divorce letter from her husband is all a Dr. could show her.

Stiffed and frozen, Wangmo's blood drenched out first from her cheeks and then from her lips, after saying 'while you may never get over with the first love affairs, it always ends.'
•••
Wangmo returned back to calling Tobgay's name through the window by her bed side...

Suicide survivor Pem and schrephezonic Wangchuk got discharged, happily...

And then the 'unseen Tobgay' still couldn't be seen..."

Thanking you.

Monday, January 16, 2017

Why Keyboards in QWERTY...order?

Have you ever wondered like why the computer, typewritter and the phones' key board is in QWERTY....order? And why not in Alphabetical order?

Well, I have always wondered about it. But somewhere in the corner of my mind, I thought it works the best in this, QWERTY...order.

However, I was amazed to discover the amazing reason for not having the keyboard in Alphabetical order. And the reason is, it is to retard the typing speed. Confused?

Yeah, I was also confused first. And it's your turn now, to get confuse. LoL. But have patient. I am going to explain it.

And the explanation is, the first typing machine was invented by Christopher Scholes in 1873. The keyboard was in Alphabetical order.

However, it was found out that, when a person type the words very fast, the keys got stuck together and the machine stopped functioning. That's where, the QWERTY keyboard is been designed; to retard the typing speed. Amazing right?

Now, I hope I broke the confusion. Probably, you must have been fascinated? And yes, for that fascination, I took the trouble to type and share with you all from my QWERTY...keyboard.

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Thanking you.

Sunday, January 15, 2017

Facebook Post, most loved.

 ........Hello readers,

I have posted the following kinda book review in the facebook. And it turned out its been loved. I received 30+ comments, few shares and few personal messages expressing their appreciation. So, i thought why don't i let my blog readers also read it.

And here, it goes,,,
 
"I am reading a story where a girl and a boy fall in a very passionate love. They vowed to get married. But for some years, the boy had to go abroad for studies.

Years went by, they lost the contact. The girl couldn't think of losing him. So, one day, the girl decided to go and look for her lost love, and only to find that he is been married to another woman.
The poor girl didn't react for he seemed perfectly happy. Instead she agreed to be his mistress. She rented a cheap hotel near-by. And she would wait until he comes to her after getting done all the obligations to his wife. She would stay awake, treasuring every little moment she gets to be with her first love who is already a husband to some others.

Days went by, nothing improved in their relationship. Things just became harder for her that she could endure no more. Thus, she returned back to her original place. For some days, she remained enclosed in her room, ignoring the world outside. Anyway, that was very normal. Everybody would do that when the love isn't been recruited. It didn't take long for her to recover. She started her regular routines again, eating, reading, sleeping, pampering her parents and hanging out with friends.

Very soon, she found a job and on the same day, she found another appealing man. And a year later, she was married to him.

Her husband treated her plesantly. She gave birth to a twin in the following year. She thought she found back her happiness.

One afternoon, she was reading a poem where a poet has died after fighting for his woman love. The woman was from Upper class family. They fall in love but her parents wouldn't accept the poor poet because of the social status.

Her rich parents has conditioned the poet to become a millionaire first and then only the husband to their daughter. The poet toiled the soil, days-in and out, with bloods and sweats, fighting back all the humiliations he received from every mouth.

Years of hardworks later, the poet went back to his love with boxes of bucks. But as expected, she was already a wife to another rich man.

The poor poet couldn't resist the pain. And after composing the poem, he has killed himself.
The poem left her with ripples of questions. 'Did I fight back to get my first love just like a poet? Why did I gave up so easily?' She thought that she should have continued staying as his mistress, in that cheap rented hotel. She wondered what would have been her life if she hasn't just quit the scene but have fought bit harder to get her first love.

Days later, the thought of her first love became immense. She didn't feel connected to her husband nor to her own children. She started finding them a big shit of nuisance. She found all of them a hell.
One night, she spatted the food she is been offered and even slapped her child. And later she was crying and begging all over the heels because of the repentance.

She frantically started searching for her lost love. She posted the letters, sent hundreds of emails and made thousands of international calls, expecting to turn out that impossible love to reality.

Her generous husband who was completely unaware of what thing is going on with his wife smoothed her hair, helped her to bathroom, laid down her favorite dishes and comforted her that everything is going to get alright.

But she was totally in great despair to find her lost love again. She sold out thw wedding gifts received during the marriage just to get an international ticket, to go to where her first and lost love stayed.

Reaching there, the home was locked. It appeared no body lived there for a decades. The missing pieces of her heart couldn't collide again.

By then, she became too frail even to get out of the bed. Her kind husband would again nurture her, call the Doctors and get her checked up.

'Depression.' From the corner of the bed, she heard the Doctor saying 'Depression' to her husband.
And now, she is in the mental hospital. Her bed is close to the window. For the whole day, she would keep staring outside through that window. And in her eyes, every passers by appeared like 'Tobgay', her lost love.

.......well, I haven't completed reading the story. Wangmo is in the mental hospital. She is still calling out for Tobgay....I am pretty sure Tobgay on other side is also unsuccessfully looking for her.........

Anyway, let's see what happens next. If you are curioused to know whether Wangmo and Tobgay would meet or not, catch me in my next update." 

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Thanking you. 


Saturday, January 7, 2017

A kind follower to my blog led me to write this...



Sometimes, just a self-vibe to write is not enough, at least not for me. I may write, write and write, write everything that strikes my mind, inclusive of all those stupid stuffs. But what if it isn’t appealing to my readers? 

I always used to worry about my poor quality write-ups and of corse I am still worried of it. So, I never used to share my writings with anyone with the fear that what if they don’t find worth reading it until I entered the College, probably four years back. 

Yes, my writings were really poor. I still remember a note from my high school boy who said ‘I enjoyed reading your letter and also to find so many errors in it.’ ‘Heww’, his reply to my love letter morally made me feel real bad. Well, that was six years ago or so. 

In the College, I started opening up, bit by bit. I started writing whatever that came my mind. I started sharing with few people who are close to me. Whenever they gave me positive comments, I used to feel like I have achieved the world right inside my palm. And yes, that’s my journey in writing. 

Up until now, I have been receiving various forms and gestures of love to what I am writing. Some would inbox me, some would write in the comment and to the far, some would even send me the email. Honestly, I have been surviving in the blog because of their love.  
 
Recently, I have again received another kind mail, subjecting as an ‘Appreciation Mail’ from a kind stranger. And here it is, in the image down. He has written;
 "Hi
You may not know me but i am a frequent visitor to your blog
You always writes beautifully and please go-on with same spirit  la
Don't give up between the journey la. Trashidelek."

 Wow! See, i have even received that Tashidelek thing which is so a honorary word Thank you Pema Thinley. 


 I just felt so proud or in appropriate, I thought of sharing this to you all. Happy Weekend, Happy Blogging! 

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Thanking you.