Archive for June, 2010
In a dreadful rainy night, neighbourhood dogs barked inconsistently. I shrugged my fur, raised my stiffening neck and moved few inches to hear the groan of an old man. The fall from the cliff had him bedridden against the chronic liver cirrhosis which kept us away from guarding the field at nights. I left him in his hut in the evening and made a round in the field and noticed half the Read more »
Two ordinary nine-to-five men dared a dream and many of you supported us. Now we have a team and Writers Association of Bhutan looks like an achievable endeavor. With only over 1600 hits so far on the blog where only 16 writers are struggling to write something, many might have perceived that we are at the verge of giving up. But wait a minute, we aren’t dashing, we don’t have what it takes to run towards dreams. We are only inching upon the Everest, for we know the Everest is only about 320000 inches. Read more »
She wanders around her bedroom with just a towel wrapped around her body. Freshly out of bath, memory haunts her. Four hours earlier, she was in the hospital. As tears trickled down her cheek, she stared at the IV fluid drop into her veins. How simple, she thought. How simple that life should fall so frail. How simple that death could come anytime. Read more »
(Every week I receive such articles from Trent Steele of http://www.writestreet.com/, and this one in particular may be useful for many of us.)
If you want to write more and write better, you need to know how to set and achieve writing goals.
Even if you were never the type of person before to set goals for yourself, Read more »
Paintings! That’s what I loved in childhood. It was not just my hobby but the passion long remained unfulfilled.
It was a lovely afternoon, when I was seventh grader, as I sat with brush and color. Canvass, not a professional as my father would not afford it, lay at the front desk, blank.This has to turn blue, red, green and black to speak for people to understand, if not all. Read more »
Krishna felt tired and cold when he opened his eyes. To his surprise, he found himself somewhere in wonderland that he never imagined. Near a stream, under a bush and between the boulders.
For hours he had been unconscious. As he stood up to sit, there were no clothes but rags on his body, scratches and wounds all over. Read more »
After sitting in on meetings at the Phuntsho Pelri hotel, and many a day’s observations, I noticed a recurring theme over and over again. The media people have come there and it was issued in paper as well. I just wonder how deep a thought has gone into the subject. The subject I am addressing , which is constantly debated and discussed by leading educationists and the scholars from the international delegates is CHANGE OF CURRICULUM in Bhutanese Education system, especially with more emphasis on Gross National Happiness (GNH) values. Read more »