Arts

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House fly and Stupid

     Upon a foul age, lived there in the hustle and bustle of a crowded city of Yongphula a fool and his

much-loved kitten whose only narrow survival did manage to thrive through the times the

exhausted fool gathered at the end of the day few coins by paying his service as a waiter

in the nearby restaurant. One bitter night, as he lay asleep with his kitten nestled in his

arms, a nasty house fly sometimes danced on his wide open mouth, and often times

awoke him from his deep slumber infuriating him but to no limit. Like an angered tiger

roaring it unbearable message he flew his blankets off his rusty bed and started chasing

the fly vigorously. He climbed on the table, jumped off the bed, kicked the pots and

pans, and punched the blank walls, yet to no avail. After few hours he resorted to silence

simply helpless gazing at the fly making rounds and nipping at his stuff elsewhere.

     Early morn the next day after sleepless night, the fool left for his regular work. But

before leaving me made sure of the traps he had laid at all corners of his rooms, in

kitchen and at the door. He would never let the fly go away as he had set it at the mercy

 of those malicious traps.

     Then in the restaurant, he attended at the commands of his manager, served the hostesses,

visitors, and cleansed the tables.  At the eventide, a huge, over-weighed, bald headed man entered

and asked for a plate of rice and chicken chilli dry. And the fool served him, placed his stuff on his

table. Suddenly the man asked the fool to watch his food for he had to visit the washroom. The fool

stationed himself at the table guarding the food. After few minutes the man returned. The man, with

his meagre form shouted at him and said “Did I not ask you to watch my food you fool, insolent,

pestilent, hopeless fool? Then what about these flies dirtying the food?” the fool was taken aback by

his venomous words and replied with his humble gentleness, “Yes Sir, I watched your food but since

you didn’t ask me to chase away the flies if they ever attacked  it I just kept watching it”. Then the

solid man pounced on him like a furious cat, punched and bruised him.   The dejected and desolate

fool then at night returned from his work with absolute dejection. He flung his door wide open

banging against the wall behind, wanted to see the fly trapped but to his horrid surprise he saw his

only kitten upside down, cold and breathless. Few flies were warbling around it, humming and then

again flying away.

   

      His teeth clattered, nerves tinged, the blood boiled inside him and shouted at the traps, ’Did I not

ask you to trap those villainous flies you traps, you insolent, pestilent, hopeless traps?’  There wasn’t

any reply. He then covered his head wandering for vicious idea to trap those desperate flies.

     The next morning he brushed, broke his fast, and dressed. Then he applied tremendous, huge

amount of hair oil on his head and upper garment. He thought that if flies ever dare to come around

him or touch on any part of him would slip away as he had made himself so slippery and would be

 dead.  He entered the restaurant and greeted his manager. The manager like the eyes of an owl and

like the ears of a jackal raised his brows quite above their normal horizon and frowned at the fool,

“Mr. Fool, you have been out of your senses nowadays. What is it of that stink which would crack

ones nose and that wets you so filthy? We would no longer be able to withstand your mischievous

behaviour and unwholesome manners, please leave your service; we would not entertain you

henceforth”.

The fool was helpless and he then drove his way homeward.

     That same day he planned to visit the church and did so. He carried the corpse of his kitten in his

small bag and right away was inside the church. He placed himself aside on a low bench and prayed.

Attendants in queue were heading for the blessing of a noble priest and he too followed with bated

breath and modest humbleness. Just few steps away from his turn, a fly appeared out of his bag and

beat against his face, rendered him guilty, and made him sneeze countless. He turned his face in

every direction perplexed and with fright; murmur was raised by everybody that he abruptly left the

church without being blessed.  He disappeared in to the wilderness of the forest nearby the city. As

he walked alongside a brook, numberless flies gathered around him humming and merely deafening

him. Then he knelt down and started digging a grave.  At that very moment a group of hungry dogs

ran towards him barking, howling and roaring. 

After few hours when he woke up, he saw one of his arms missing.

    

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Uncertainty

Forever is what everybody yearns and nobody achieves

But happier it is to live together when we breathe

When at sudden does somebody cease to exist

Unbearable pain wrought the heart to endless torments

O precious life, life on this unsubstantial universe

You are but just like the yonder clouds of western horizon

Though I could behold my affectionate mother yesterday

Alone on this lonely earth did she abandon me today

In this erratic land of all uncertainties

With uncleared debts of sinful deeds, wherefore was I born

Was I dead when I was just born

Fain the yoke of anguished grief weighed me no ferocious trouble

The impaired sight couldn’t favour me the desire of going away

The worthless form unable me to prove physical capable

Yet it’s apparently unreasonable to breathe and live long

And aye, accumulated merits is but far beyond the mark sufficiency to depart

Dear gracious mother, O my mother

In the knitted network of torturous burden, which place do u bear in  

Underprivileged orphans of your beloved mother

Do grieve at the lacking chance to pronounce the word ‘mother’

Amen enlightened lord of all the heavens wonderment  

Trampled to ashes by sufferings is my beloved mother

With boundless compassion and loving kindness of your holy lord

Do lend her aid; beseech you, to tread the beauteous path of enlightenment.

                                                                                                “Tabucholay mawa zamling ga” by Duptho Zangmo

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architectural works

 The followings are some of the projects that i have carried out during my architectural course. Click on the picture to see the enlarged one.

Arts and crafts centre in Bhuj, Rajasthan. Severely affected by Earthquake once upon a time. to cater the needs of the people residing in and around the place. it yet covers all the requirements of community centre with food courts, hangouts, existing water body, OAT, shops, etc. i and chimi (group mate) designed it as part of our class assignment in 2 nd year.

Adult literacy centre. 3 rd year

Tree house, 3 rd year

Culture centre, my 3 rd year project. model.

Culture centre, my 3 rd year project, sheet, sec n ele

Office building, my 3 rd year project.   commerce, science and arts art the three main divisions i had taken as the main concepts for my office building project, site option was arbitrary. the left portion of the building depicts the commerce, central the science and the right, arts. not because commerce and arts are behind science but to prove that commerce and arts are also not lacking in anything, or even one day  might overtake science. likewise the activities (office) inside the building has been divided in to Commerce related (in the left side block, science related in the centre block and arts related in the right hand side block. on the other hand the building show cast its loaded meaning by displaying almost like crafted type block for arts centre ( right block). though all three branches of knowledge are separate yet they they all have a common base with one whole common activities and canteens, waiting area, lobby, etc.

the housing, 50 storey, 4 th year project. i, chimi and sonam tobgay. to provide homes to all classes of people, be it high income group, middle income group, low income group or economically weaker section.

                                          

administrative block, my internship project

mall, community centre, vegetable market, my internship project.

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Model- arch movie

This movie has a collection of models of offices, culture centres and tree houses of 3rd year students of School of Planning and Architecture, 2009, New Delhi. And music and quotations used in this movie are not mine. Tribute to all 3rd year students.  Thank you.

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Now 5 seasons on earth

     After having taken architecture course, now I myself feel comfortable to present you all, my “ The Five Seasons”.

1.   Spring

2.   Summer                                        

                                                    Natural Seasons

3.   Autumn

4.   Winter

5.   Blind Winter                        Man made Season      

Blind winter has two categories:

a.   It deals with emotions of a man. A person perceives and feels varied and numerous environmental conditions according to his state of mind. A grief-stricken man may feel cold near the fire and warm under moonlight. Though architecture has felt difficulty in tuning itself to such issues, yet it is not far from making efforts to resolve it.

b.   The world where all eyes have been burnt to scorching flames with desires and pride, has been forgetting the very essence of the source of our mere existence. On account of one’s enjoyment and comfort, people involve everybody in the share of their direful after effects.

Pollution and Extinct of resource have now added yet another season on to the earth with threatening consequences.

Architecture and technology are the fields which have been trying to protect man from these malicious effects which always claim our lives no matter what o’clock it is.     Some ministries and departments also try hard to restore the already disturbed peace of nature so alive on this very earth.

But over all it is the unassigned responsibility of every individual to befriend our mother nature so that she lends her warmth and feeds us at her breast with care.

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Husband and Wife

     Upon a foul time of decadent age, lived there in a hustle and bustle of a crowded city, a husband and his wife whose only narrow survival did manage to thrive through the times the exhausted husband gathered at the end of the day few coins of his bitter toil.

     From dawn to dusk and from dusk to the closing of the twilight, his pseudo majestic commanding wife all did was scolded him beyond reasons, berated him, commanded him to her whim, shouted at him, and used him as a tool to craft her happiness and joy by assigning him tasks that mattered not of their scales nor if it befitted him.

The moment the rooster crew, he had to leave his cosy blankets behind while she still laid asleep, at the eventide, the moment he returned from furrowed fields with his plough, he had to befriend the kitchen stuff without even having a chance to take a brief respite.

     Moreover, the wife seated herself on the cushion by the hearth, warbled something, nibbled at something childish, commented on his works, sometimes even twisted and pulled his ears if she wasn’t contented with his performance.

     One day the wife had to visit her distant parents for some urgency and left home early in the morning. But surprisingly the husband wasn’t at all happy that day despite his wife’s cruelty and distempered disposition if she were there. He wasn’t happy not because he loved her, but because of something that nobody knew….he wasn’t happy at all

So can you guess the reason why he wasn’t happy at all?

See below for the reason…

Answer:   He wasn’t at all happy at her absence because he didn’t get a chance to practice patience!

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The king was presented with a birthday gift, click here to see it...

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Somebody sleeping on king's birthday

I suddenly arose from a deep sleep. Then looking at the dark corner of my room, I could discern the switch button of my laptop still blinking, I then tottered forward, with my senses half wakeful, sat at the table and rolled my lazy fingers carelessly over the keyboard.

It was a webpage containing the biography of our 4^th King, Jigme Singye Wangchuk, and I was trying to capture its content.   And as I rolled over and over down, it thus read;

Micheal:

I love Bhutan so much, I have seen the king in you tube. I want to visit there.

                   Another comment, karma said;

Long live our king, we celebrate his birth anniversary, 11^th nov. with happiness and joy.

                   And yet another;

Joseph Eve;

Long live the king of Bhutan. i have visited Bhutan 10 times and will visit again though im far, once before I die. Lovely king and beautiful country.

Alas! What a wretched, insolent, pestilent, traitor, fool and the beast am I to forget that just few hours later is the auspicious birth anniversary of our fourth king. Cursed be my memory and inflame those wretched keepers of the memories for not reminding me afore time the event, so that after being burnt to ashes, it resurrects in its form so fresh to be able to faithfully carry its assigned tasks.

             Yet another comment;

Carolena;

I love that kid in the pic. I love Bhutan and the king.

Then I have no word left. Nor could I read anymore for my little eyes were incapable of holding back the tears in their sockets. I could no longer respond to my friend talking to me by my side for the words chocked my throat and I felt totally dry and thrilled.

Once again I cleansed my eyes, bid my friend be out, latched the door and wrote;

I prostrate at the feet our king,

So young were you crowned the king,

To shoulder the task that is beyond earth and sky,

When at that age I would be asleep in the little cradle,

You have shone hope and will for your peaceful kingdom.

                 Your gracious Majesty, I fall at your feet yet full of happiness and joy, I unite my heavy palms yet as light as the lightest, and say;

Long live our king,

Happiness dwell his soul,

Be his country wish fulfilled,

And peace be with his humble subjects and the world.

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Unexpected

Beseech you, stay awhile;

Ye shimmering moon over floating cloud banks;

Befriend me upon thy passionate beams;

And make me a child once again just for tonight.

Bechance me hold thy hallowed visit;

Forgive though I behooves not good hostess;

With all my heart here lay I my faithful hand;

Un to the worthy words of my loyal speech.

If foretold and prophesied what would befall me;

Pallid lips of separation could have been withheld;

Sooner am I obliged but to hear foot falls of my beloved;

Fading in to unknown distance at the break of day.

Behold her how like a corpse shrouded in waxen raiment;

Lay on her bed and droplets escaping her eyes asleep;

Here by this window fall I to unfold my anguish in to night at times;

And often times to cherish the last glance of her beauteous face.

What would yield to my anguished grief but torturous surge;

For fantasy far removed from prison cell of your absence;

What would alas, but comfort my unspent passion;

For missing will be the soft and tender love of my beloved forever.

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Appreciate the beauty of an art !!!

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PLEASE WATCH THIS MIND BLOWING MASTERPIECES!!!

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cob webs in my rusty room

Leaning against the blank wall of my dusty room oftentimes I wonder of what am I wondering about.  A distant melody of the music had crept silently in to the nerves of my heavy slumber aborting its course to a few minutes.

There I lay with my lethargic stature ready to fall flat and those drowsy eyes seeking desperately for some companion.  As I unfolded my vague sight through the grated oriels and pierced in to the space faraway, the even sun weary of the world it travelled had long lost its warmth over those reddened horizons of western hills.

It was winter and hanging lumps of dust in the air had widespread the noisy capital city of India. The air was cold outside.

As I looked up, the corners of my empty room were beautifully woven by the spiders in to a web of infinite mystery. For I doubt that they must also need a safe home to reside I didn’t care to clear them off those black corners.

But how beautifully the architects of their own home had crafted their stunning den? Suddenly a bee entered my room singing its lovely song. It made some rounds in it like a guest curious of its new land.  If anything in this egocentric world had led it astray it would only be those beauties pleasing our foolish eyes for the bee got caught in the beautiful malicious web of the hungry spiders.

The bee struggled with all its might to escape the trap but to no avail. I withdrew my sight for it would have been better unattained lest I am emotionally disturbed.

The clock had then struck 8 and I with my fellow mates dined at our usual dining, then was shortly back to my room. The room was brightly lit, and after a few moments my fearful ears were raised for I could hear another wasp singing its melody. I assured myself of my bolted door and latched windows. But the wasp bumped itself several times hard against the window pane for it, in my rate, desired to pay its visit to the brightness of the light inside. But I didn’t let it in as both the options were equally cruel. It then fell flat on the ground.

My class assignments were piled up like a heap of burden that kept hunting me even in to my lonely sleep and knowing of its worthless would wake me up untimely. That eve also, one more layer added to the pile for I didn’t feel like working. I then resorted to silence, laid myself on the bed with my eyes and mouth wide open wondering about wonders.

Suddenly something fell on my face from nowhere. And was I then startled. I woke up to see what it was, but to my astonishment it all was a piece of bone of a bee that the cunning spider had dropped down on my face.

                                                                               xxxxxx

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king and queen

In heavenly abode of the kingdom Bhutan;

Are we blessed to have taken form;

Where Buddhism has touched every heart,

Of the soul dwelling in this miraculous nestling parcel.  

The world brags of passionate gentle king;

Of his loving kindness and bountiful compassion;

That he holds in his heart and timeless soul;

For his little humble subjects encircling his vision of undying faith.

The beauteous of all wondrous moments;

Is to behold how lovely do their majesties dear;

May the might and oneness of all prayers of their subjects;

Lengthen the peaceful lifespan of their considerate majesties.

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