By virtue of being born into a culture deeply influenced by this mystical sage called Guru Rinpoche, I never questioned this phenomena of his lotus birth and death-less state until recently. As human beings all of us are same. We have the same faculties and features. But what set us all apart are our actions.

Of big and small things around me. To say bloggers are not journalists is to say oranges are not carrots. But can bloggers become journalists? Maybe Can journalists be bloggers? Yes In fact, it would be only proper and appropriate for journalists to blog their opinions as opposed to being politically correct all the time. So why call oranges carrots when they are what they are? I am sure some.

Tuesday, March 20, 2018. Ordinary Bhutanese and Five Star Hotel Myths. My usual confidence fades away at the thought of walking into a high end hotel unless I am with friends. I assume many ordinary people get the same feeling even when they can actually financially afford to- at least a meal. There is a mindset that those hotels as places meant only for rich tourists. I rather kept pushing it for another time, and he being a .

Saturday, November 30, 2013. Now that it is fairly known there are more girls than boys in our schools, i get nervous about my improved opportunities in near future. In my last post i have boldly stated that world would be more peaceful some decades later. Will it be? Few days back, i was trying to read about the general population trends but it left me more confused with different anthropologists and demographers making 100s of varied claims. However, there is inescapable coherence in general trend .

Tomorrow night is a special one if one can rely on the authenticity of the news that floods on the facebook walls. It is supposed to be a BlueMoon night.

Story of my ordinary life. Thursday, August 13, 2015. Do you ever feel lucky? I thanked her after the work and gave her the cash back, obviously she refused. Although the so-called big things do matter in life, it is those little things that comes with genuinely with heart that has an impounding effect, thus my story. I treaded wondering what could have I done in the past? Saturday, August 1, 2015.

Saturday, December 10, 2011. When you were young, you used to swing with joy. Now you are old, you make that noise hesitating to open. Feels the time has passed fast leaving back only trails. I have passed through you my life. Through you I have grown. Often I wonder what spread that glimpse of light. As I push you, I see wonders,. Having its own place to hold,. Some fading, some shining,. Some silver and some gold. I see you everywhere,. All the places, here and there.