My E-notes!

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 st...

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 ...

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 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 t...

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. ...

 ........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 wit...

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 h...