My E-notes!

  It is wonderful how my travelogue; where i have written my experience of traveling to Goa was beautifully published in the druktrails.com.  The druktrails.com is a travel blog by the pro-blogger Mr. Sherab Tenzin, who previously used to blog on bhutanics.com. It has been quite a month that ata Sherab has shifted his blog niche.  You can see my travelogue at druktrails.com , particularly at https://www.druktrails.com/travel-to-goa/ . Please do visit. Ata Sherab has always been my savior in the blogging life. He always helps me to improve my blog works. Thank you Ata la. Do subscribe at the druktrails.com to get the amazing travel stories. And also, please catch me at ogenstar.com to get the newest updates on the celebrities world.

..Story Continued... Over some lame excuses like a coffee meet, or the evening walk or for the group discussion, Ray and i continued seeing each other. My love for him grew more every time i saw him. On the third Saturday of our first meet, he was wearing a black quarter pant with a white waist, which means his arms were cloth less. I noticed a faint tattoo on his left arm as we were walking along the local Street of some down town on the path to the city. "Hey, excuse me. There is something on your arm." I said.        "What? Something? What is it?" He turned his shoulder to my side. I felt funny on how panic he has sounded. I wipped off the little green insects crawling up his shoulder. I took that chance to give quick study at the tattoo. It was written, 'love Laura' with a small heartshape at the end.] "Thanks." He acknowledged. I gave a slight grin because i was already wondering about the tattoo thing? "Laura? Who ...

"You look elegant." He said in an American accent. "Me? No." I blushed out, all at once like i am a spotted guilty in a robbery court case. I lowered my face like a humble pet before his owner. "C'mon. Stop acting cute." He rubbed over my hairs and turned off from my side to que for the lunch. " Cute? Elegant? To me? Did he just say i look elegant? No. Am I dreaming now? " "Hey Rose," i said to the girl standing next to me. "What did Mr. Ray just told me?" "What?" She exclaimed with her eyes almost popping out. "Are you crazy?" "I am serious Rose. Just tell what you just heard from him now." "He said, you look elegant and also said you to stop acting cute." Rose said. "I don't know what the mess is going around here." She added. "Thanks." I acknowledged her. "Wow! I wasn't dreaming. Yes, Ray just came to me and said me i look ...

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...