Architectural Physical Model

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Heart Under Attack

When once the barren world inside me blossomed
In the presence of your tendering smile;
The long stored handful of love and care with effortless battle
Was my helpless heart seized unasked.

The day you held me first in your arms
Was my heart all brimmed with hope and joy;
But the day you just walked away
Was also the day where my hope and love only multiplied.

What was then and what the next is
Has never flowed in to the channel of my frozen memory;
For the dates of those unattended calendar
Have never been able to measure my hidden gloom.

Happy would I be if I be chanced
To behold your beauty once a day through the heart of my prison cell
But, enow has my heart fallen victim of every hour,
For what I enjoyed most with least contended.

From which time did I feel all alone
Would be unknown to the moving hands of a clock;
And until when shall my heart remain all aloof
Would still be uncertain to the clairvoyance of any superbeing…

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If there is any worthy word that can describe the feelings of one’s heart, an ascetic hermit would never explore the dark caves of the great Himalayas. The feelings inside of him would at times ask him of rather inexplicable sorrow and at other times would have his little heart enraptured in boundless ecstasy. He therefore sought numberless teachers and learned preachers but his confused face would never show any sign of contentment. He wandered in to thousand thoughts, he never closed his eyes for weeks and started contemplating over the essence of his very existence yet he just had only one thought in all his head and like a faithful dog it had followed his footsteps throughout his entire life.

When the soul grabs on to the body, it is the body that comes in to existence and we know not if we are to survive our soul or the body. The soul that has the potential to fly and hover high above the hills and vales also has the weakness of falling below the depths of sea and ocean. The soul that even has the latent potential to see the things behind him also has the weakness of becoming blind of the things before him. The soul who can actually nourish the body without any external nourishment also has equal weakness of falling a prey on to the food we feed our body with.

Light is not a light when there already is a light and we can never see the light rather than the things in presence of light. Remember, the darkness is just the absence of light. Likewise sorrow is just the absence of happiness. No teachers in this world can teach us anything. They only help us explore what is already present inside of us yet we know not what is there in us.

I sometimes yearn if I would forever live on this earth, but then my barren heart has the reason far removed than the bold claim I make. Yet if we can breathe the air occasionally like the food we eat, I would breathe now and then rest for about next twenty four hours, but how would I.

The moment we smile, smile is more than just a smile. The moment we shed tears, tears is more than just tears and within reason or beyond reason, life is no life where there is life with no life.

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Jobs for Jobless

“Over 86% of the students passed the examinations this year.
Less than 15% of the students who attended the examinations will be taken into the Royal University of Bhutan.
Over 8,500 students sat for the exam last year”

Picture-Bhutan Observer
The above statement is an excerpt from a page on “Class xii results out, Science tops” in Kuensel webpage. It is very clear from the statement that our Government has very less and negligible care for the youths of Bhutan or I am not very sure if the media has not completed its sentence since it just talked about passed percentage of students, Less than 15% absorbing in to the RUBs and the total number of students who had appeared the examinations and abruptly putting an end to the article without saying anything for those who wouldn’t be in that 15%, while 85% of the readers of this article from class 12 passed outs would be those who did not qualify for this 15%.  In fact this article is like a sand paper rubbing on a wound than a plaster to it. Though it makes 15% of class 12 passed outs happy, it makes 85% of them unhappy which is totally against the claim that we boldly make our country to be the world GNH country.  I feel sensitivity must be taken care in every field.
In another article it says “With the class XII results out, the scholarship and student support division announced that there are 232 slots for undergraduate scholarship slots this year”, of which 30 will be offered in RTC. Some other sources say of some special scholarships, ‘More scholarships under TICA-http://www.bbs.bt/news/?p=873 ,  Special scholarship launched- http://www.bbs.bt/news/?p=6071 , etc.

15% of 8500= 1275 students which will be absorbed by RUBs, it says less than 15% but let’s take it15%
X% of 8500= 232 Scholarship students and
X% of 8500= x, which is 100 students (let’s assume) getting in to other sponsorships.
Therefore a total of 1607 (1275+232+100) students are absorbed without question.

Then what will happen to remaining 6900 students? Yes, I believe some may join private colleges and some may get absorbed in to some jobs but still than some significant number will remain behind with their eyes searching for their hopes and wandering about the city constantly.
Those are we unlucky boys and girls. But do not worry, we can always find a solutions ourselves. We need to start with something. Everybody has great equal potential but the thing is that we do not explore it, so it remains dormant and dead inside of us. Or do not call it fate and stay asleep because fate is something that we can make. Now let’s explore ourselves;

To start with, the most important thing is ‘Beautiful mind set’.
Most of us fail to get a grip of our own thoughts. As a result we land up doing unacceptable and notorious activities in the society disrupting its peace and harmony. By beautiful mind set, it means thinking good thoughts and doing good things. Good things are impossible to define at personal level but here it refers to socially acceptable and plausible activities.

The second thing is ‘Patience’.
No matter even if we are jobless but do not be impatient. Even if we start doing something today, the result may not come tomorrow; everything has its own specific period of time. Patience is one of the major elements in making our lucks favor us.

Now coming to the so called ‘job’ it is not necessary to seek job under anybody. The days of a month would seem so lazy in desperate need of money. Those who seek and get offered, it’s good that they were lucky but those who are rejected are luckier from one point of view.  You start with something new!
With something new that will blow the minds of people miles away, leaving them aghast and nothing more could they say than wow!

How to do or start with something new or what is that something new? This doesn’t only apply to those jobless but those who are in jobs can also try it.

If it is something new that you invent, then it is excellent but it will be excellent enough even if we start on something that already exists. Something new is- Create Jobs!
Doctor – available
Teacher- available
Sweeper- available
Technician- available
Ministers- available
Engineers- available, etc. then what is not available? Think?

Facebook was never there before. Somebody created and designed it; now he earns billions. How was GNH proposed? It’s a prestige now, there are so many people working under it. Like hotmail was created recently and there onwards million of users. New games are proposed every day.

Create something new ‘xxxxxxxxxx’ that will attract a good number of customers. To do this we need to do a survey on human psychology and situation. Its not hard to do it if we know what people need now and what likely will they need in the times to come.  We need to take advantage of the situation and people’s interest at most and design everything according to it. Never try to fight with your rival instead we must fight with the situation and it will be more effective.

Invent and design a new game? Will it be national specific or international?
Do you want to design wings on your body and fly? Yes we can do this. We must have faith and determination in what we do. In modern days people do not inspire us to do something new instead they mock and criticize for doing such unbelievable things but you carry on. Do not think it’s impossible and nobody has done it before, believe me, everything has its first time.

If you have a broken mobile, go on repairing yourself. Or do you sing? Go on singing. Read books and start writing, write poems, movie scripts, sometimes let your fingers roll over the strings of a guitar because the so called magic or the so called interest doesn’t lie within our selves, it is out sourced, it comes from outside.

Sleep for a while, wake up afresh and imagine. Imagination is greater than intelligence. Imagination will make you creative.  newton, Albert Einstein and great scientists always imagined before they invented something new. Go, travel deep in to your thoughts and soul, there you may see the world resting on your fingers!

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H.H. Dungtse Rinpoche

Dungtse Rinpoche’s father Dudjom Rinpoche who was recognized as the reincarnation of Dudjom Lingpa (terton) was the founder of The Dudjom New Treasure which is considered as one of the Nyingmapa’s sect. At the appropriate moment disciples appear in the world as Tertons, or revealors of these teachings which are known as Terma, or Treasures of Dharma. These teachings were to be discovered at certain time periods, when the beings were in need of a particular teaching to remove obstacles, sickness and various other catastrophies. Terma are dharma treasure. H.H Dudjom Rinpoche, a great Terton, received numerous direct transmissions from Guru Padmasambhava. His Holiness Dudjom Rinpoche was one of these treasure discoverers and he revealed many teachings that would benefit beings at the time of war, famine and world disharmony that we are facing at the present moment. So the Dudjom Tersar is fresh, vivid, and direct with no loss of meaning, words or blessing. These teachings flowed from Guru Rinpoche to Dudjom Rinpoche, from Dudjom Rinpoche to Dungtse Rinpoche, from Dungtse to Garab Rinpoche and to us is a direct short lineage. Therefore this lineage is uncontaminated and knows no degeneration by broken samayas. The blessing and attainments are immediate.

Under the guidance of his father, Dungtse Rinpoche was the chief architect of Memorial Chhorten in Thimphu, Bhutan which was built in 1974 to honour the memory of late Third King of Bhutan, Jigme Dorji Wangchuk.

His Holiness Dungtse Thinley Norbu Rinpoche passed away on 26th of December, 2011 in the hospital in California at the age of eighty.  Dungtse Rinpoche is the father of Dzongsar Jamyang Khyentse Rinpoche and Dungtse Garab Dorje Rinpoche,  He was considered to be an emanation of the fourteenth-century Nyingma master Longchempa. It was said that his body would be brought to Bhutan after 21 days from his death.

Our lord protector His Holiness Kyabje Dungse Thinley Norbu Rinpoche passed into parinirvana last night. Rinpoche wrote down a message for all of us, asking that everyone do Vajrasattva practice for three weeks. These were Rinpoche’s last vajra words for us.  http://www.vajrayana.org/tnr.html

On 31st January, 2011, Rinpoche’s dead body arrived in the Bhutan Embassy in India, New Delhi where his followers and devotees received in great faith and devotion with H.H. Garab Rinpoche leading the procession. This small group of devotees was comprised of Rinpoche’s root followers both from Bhutan and United States, and Bhutanese people from in and around Delhi. The next day, the death body will be arrived in Paro, Bhutan.

“Do not think that Rinpoche needs our help with puja. Don’t have that concept. This is our practice so that we can receive Rinpoche’s blessings and have a taste of Rinpoche’s wisdom mind and how to seal Rinpoche’s wisdom mind with our mind. That is the purpose for us to do puja with faith and devotion.”  

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Bhutan and People

Above: Taktsang, Paro
Below: Natural environment of Bhutan

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Kings of Bhutan

The First King of Bhutan, Ugyen Wangchuk

The First King of Bhutan, Ugyen Wangchuk

The Second King of Bhutan, Jigme Wangchuk

The Second King of Bhutan, Jigme Wangchuk

The Third King of Bhutan, Jigme Dorji Wangchuk

Memorial Chhorten, In memory of the Third King

The Fourth King of Bhutan, Jigme Singye Wangchuk

The Fourth King of Bhutan, Jigme Singye Wangchuk with Her Majesties

Top: The Fourth King Crowning the Fifth King
Below: The Fifth King, Jigme Khesar Namgyel Wangchuk and Her Majesty Jetsun Pema Wangchuk

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Pregnant Girl

Uncertain was the death of a young beautiful girl’s wondrous lover. 
He was just 25 and herself 20. There wasn’t any taste on her tongue 
and happiness in her eyes following the loss of her only beloved that 
she cherished above anything else in this world. Yet, at times she 
could sense the piteous smile and laughter of his precious soul line 
he had sown in the fertile land of her womb. And that brought her 
alive of her smile and happiness.

It was almost nine months and she became quite excited. 
But unfortunately the delivery was really challenging and doctors 
advised her to get operated. She was too stubborn that the doctors’
 proposals were turned down. It was indeed an unbelievable mystery 
that she did not undergo any operational therapy, did not deliver 
and nothing happened to her.

Everybody was amazed and a message of wonder rang at 
everyone’s ears. The confused girl lived and lived, lived for years 
and decades until her death at the age of 105 years. After her death 
all the kings, doctors, people, every body gathered  and they 
decided to get her operated since everyone was so curious to 
know the secret behind the mystery. The world most experienced,
 trained doctor with his helpers operated her and, what then?

In her womb there were two old man arguing  with each other;
One of the two old men said to the other, “You go first”,
The other replied, “You go first, then I will follow you”
It was really the hottest and non-negotiable dispute.
                                  And everybody was surprised to see that.

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A Letter


If there is anything in this world that I can offer you, it will be my bonny
arms my dear friend. If it is just a case of distance not making our hearts
to grow fonder, love is in the distance, yet I know not of distance nor
know I of any love but my only heart ache along with every thought that
flutters in my withering soul.

It has been so long that we haven’t had any exchange of word or glimpse
and so is my anguished grief. Every time in my broken sleep I see you and
every time I wake up I long to see you, and, oftentimes the day becomes t
he night. The day you left me was the day I left myself. The sun has set at
noon and the night has fallen before dusk.
If I ever were empowered to customize the passing hour of the time and
if vicious wrinkles only refrain from stealing the beauty from my pallid face,
I at this very hour would not pour forth my long pent up emotions in
torrents of sobs and cries. 

Fifteen years back, I knew not of how I would complete next five years 
of my study and another five years of higher studies.
Seconds passed in to a minute, minutes in to an hour, hours passed
in to a day and days in to a week, weeks passed in to a month and
months turned in to year.  In retrospect now it’s just like flashes of lightning
which disappears ere we can say ‘it lightens’. It has come to an abrupt end
and those ten years is only like a second passed now.  I sometimes climb
on the rock and await your coming, I clear my drowsy eyes to see if you are
approaching and I raise my head to welcome you but sadly it wouldn’t be
you my dear friend. How and in what length shall I explain to you, my agony
in your absence, when even the Plains of India fractures under the
piles of my grief?

When I walk my shadow walks too. When I halt my shadow stops too and
wherever I go it follows me. Is your soul carried by my shadow? But the
shadow disappears in darkness, in the darkness of your absence.
My ears listen to one hundred thousand sounds by day but none would
enthrall my soul, my soul seeks one hundred ways to be happy yet
happiness would not seek my soul. Fly not far my dear friend or else
poor soul has no place to lay his faith and like your fellow butterflies stay
awhile, look back and befriend me your friend who has got no wings.

Your forever friend
Mr. Frog

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