26/6/16- Thank you for the farewell

My lovely juniors welcomed the flock of my mates with radiance of smile, clipping badges and offering Khadar (white scarf) to make an entrance was a gesture I ever received. No sooner did we enter the hall they wished us HAPPY GRADUATION DAY shaking hands neither so limb nor bone-crushing which has really touched my heart. They bade us farewell indigenously anchored with flowery words. I saw rosy checks glinted in laser light and their sadness of departure hidden deep inside. The songs of departure made my tears rolled down like a persistent downpour but it was not a last will for us as we are in a small pond to meet soon joining our hands to serve our nation. And it is not to an extreme of the tale of Gasa Lamay Singye where we are popping off never to meet. The day, formally, marked goodbye to my lovely friends and the day has drenched me with emotions. Besides all, the day marked our last formal interaction. Therefore, I hereby extend my heartfelt gratitude for being good friends when in need. It is a long felt note of gratitude that I pour down from my heart. Their gesture of greeting farewell impelled me to pen down my feelings although it may not flow to a stream of eloquence. I will be losing my one of the greatest friends and of course, my college for shaping me to a presentable square. Ever since I became the student of college, I was just proud to say I am a student of CNR.  From hereon too, I will be a proudest one bearing thick forehead to scream, ‘I am a graduate of CNR’ holding a relevant course of this particular era. Thank you for the farewell and I will be missing you all badly.  All and all, I was proud to be among you all to make a journey of humanity sucking the nectar and reaping the fruit under the same shed. I will carry our memories of togetherness through all hurdles of my journey of life and it will be cherished.

See you soon my dear SD 3^rd & 4^th

HAPPY STAY AT CNR!

8/6/2016- Thank you CNR for the farewell

This milestone

Is a cornerstone

Not to dump at tombstone

But to gratify in metric ton

My words of gratitude expressed in tone

Is sculptured permanently on stone

That I will ever own

Will never be flown

Out of my heart grown

Tonight met in gown

Is just a dawn

That show shown

Never to let us down

We may be put- down

And we may mourn

But will greet hi-bye to everyone

Upon seeing u all in flock or alone

….two days with u were just a second……

The moon rose above the horizon

With the speed of tortoise

The night I got to see u traveled

With the speed of light unnoticed.

The flock of birds left us beyond high hills

Just to let u rock with high heals

The kennel of barking dogs muted

Just to guide us being alone matured in love.

The time u gave me was a gift

The flawless words you spoke was a lyrics

The gesture you portrayed was a dance

The night we conformed was a romantic eve.

Love we made was a cultured pearl

Promise we made was a silken knot

Values we made was too spiritual

Attachment we adhered with was krazy Glue.

Time needed to be borrowed,

Time needed to be bought,

Time needed to be created and

Time needed to be prolonged just to be with u.

The word Impermanence flooded in every biography

The broken heart displayed in every screen just to mend

Detachment created with misunderstanding to return

Are to be understood,

Just to attain manhood in love.

Our departure was uninvited though,

Yet uncertain and inevitable

That shook our hearts with magnificent magnitude

Our tears drained down causing floods

Just to wave BYE and BYE and BYE…..

“Plant and Nurture Trees for a Green and Healthy Environment”

The day was found in the vision of benevolent leader, His Majesty, the great fourth, in the year 1979. Since 1985, it is being observed on 2nd June which is the Coronation Day of the Fourth Druk Gyalpo. The College of Natural Resources (CNR) has joined forest division in Punakha to celebrate the “Social Forestry Day”. The day was celebrated with the theme, “Plant and Nurture Trees for a Green and Healthy Environment.” The day also marked celebration of Birth of our gracious Royal Highness, The Gyalsey Jigme Namgyel Wangchuck. The Royal Government of Bhutan ensured doing their part in fulfilling the World Earth Day theme to plant 7.8 billion trees by 2020.

It is with His Majesty’s far-sightedness that we reap a treasure today, the name of being carbon neutral country, in fact carbon negative is known to the world. The promise in COP21 to remain carbon neutral would not have been possible without our constitution having to say, “60% of our country must be forested in all time to come.” The deeply rooted culture, our love towards nature, and our belief and faith on nature approved to be promised country bearing fame of being a world’s carbon negative country. In fact, the promise does not remain idle; the Royal Government of Bhutan works beyond the promise.

The day was celebrated by planting trees at Chimi Lhakhang and was graced by Dasho Dzongda of Punakha Dzongkhag.  Staff of CNR, FD and Aman Kora took active part of the day. The Forest Division of Punakha Dzongkhag, Aman Kora resort, Desup and College of Natural Resources have participated there. The presence of Dasho Gubda of Tencholing Military Training Centre, Derector General of CNR and Chief of Forest Division gave live to the day. We took half a day to complete the plantation.

Following are some of the recent activities that took place and some of which are still ongoing, were:

·     Planting of 108 tree seedlings of five significant species a day after the birth of HRH Prince Jigme Namgyel Wangchuck on 6 February 2016

·     Planting of 108,000 tree seedlings by citizens around the country in all 20 Dzongkhags and 205 geogs on 6 March 2016

·     Planting of 400 tree seedlings at Thanzona, Punakha on the occasion of the Naming Ceremony of HRH The Gyalsey and Zhabdrung Kuchhoe, by His Majesty The King, His Holiness The Je Khenpo and the Zhung Dratshang

·     About 1500 Desuups will have planted more than 50,000 seedlings around the country by 2 June 2016 (4500 seedlings in Thimphu)

·     About 50,000 seedlings will be planted by a 100 women in 1 hour at Takila, Lhuenste in an attempt to break last year’s Guinness World Record set by a 100 men.

The seedlings we are planting today will contribute to meeting the sacred provisions of the Constitution of the Kingdom of Bhutan of maintaining 60% forest cover for all time to come and ensuring an environment friendly, healthier and safer future for all our citizens. It ensures carbon sink to the industrial world outside. The Sustainable Development Goal15 says: Protect, restore and promote sustainable use of terrestrial ecosystems, sustainably manage forests, combat desertification, and halt and reverse land degradation and halt biodiversity loss. Therefore, the “Life on land” is possible only with reforestation and afforestation not deforestation.  

Thank you!

……LoVe…..

Playing with the word ‘LOVE’

Some really mean it while others not.

Framing the unframed “I LOVE YOU”

Its value realized not often.

Sadly it dies at the heart of virginity

Gets faded and gets stained with rust

At those innocent hearts,

And value of the word goes unrealized.

May u promise saying “Promise”

For how long this word would last?

And the question goes unthought-of,

It hangs out at heart adding tears regretting,

Some deceived with cruel thought

Get cursed spitting on the mask,

And value of the word goes unrealized.

Poison with poison

Not with the undying word that clings.

Prefer poison to “Love”

If it is to be a chronic killer- killing the heart now n then,

If love is to be a spark to set ablaze entire thoughts,

If love is dawning to be a black dot in the white universe, and

If only is to be a victim of love.

True lovers shed bloods

While other runs otherwise,

Only to return if LOVE redeems,

But for some it turns out to be a game addicted

For some to be a love-business, and

Get sold to those Bill gates.

Sadly, lend up as a centre of blames

And lives a life unrealized and regretting.

                                                                                                                           

LOVE turns out to be season for some,

Patterned attire for some- changing now and then.

For some LOVE is perceived as bitch without values.

But value of LOVE is beyond measurement,

If love is to be a hatred and poison,

Better stab and kick out rather than to be pleased with valueless LOVE.

Ode to the COC - Tuition’s village

“Your village has been raided by Dragon Blue!”

This notification would sadden every chief

Fan of COC would spit on,

They may own luxurious cells though

Oh again my village! They may sigh

Literally as much as a worrier on the soil,

And the chief of the security force

Deploying armies to win the battle

Hoping for the max coins and elixir.

“Chief come back we need the leader!”

This message would trigger you too

And will never fail as a chief

To visit thinking to be there for a while

Failing to know lurking,

Our time theft 
And works procrastinated.
Bother less to things happening around,

The curry cooker may be cooked

In the kitchen, others screaming

To fight curry cooker in ablaze.
How crazy the man is?
 Words go unheard and unchanged
For your mates may go frustrated
For he thirsty of your lighting response,
But 
Chiefs of COC fails going crazy on.......  

“Your canon or … has been upgraded to level 9 or…”

As notified the chief’s face blooming

As Spring and Autumn would signify green

Every chief waiting caged within the time framed

Patiently waiting to be upgraded

The chief never mind paying huge some of elixir

And never reluctant to raid the kingdoms

  Despite in his or her due course of busy schedule.

“Tuition’s town hall”

Magic brocade placed in the fairy tale

Literally placed clearing all the rocks and bushes

Costing valuable time

And risking the defeat deploying troops

 Hopefully to win the battle

Bearing the uncertainty of amounts of coins and elixir

Training troops now and then

Unemployment free for three labors

Provided the chief has enough money,

They would do without delay.

 The COC gone known to others by leaps and bounds

Approached all the virginity of the young stars

But will be sorry for those not born

With a silver spoon in their mouth.

Being in the village may go forgetting your bosom friends

But pretty sure not intentionally

Battling may be irate sound for mates

And chiefs discussing may be waste of breath for others

For the ones in the cocoon yet to peep at least.

From the day you cross the threshold to the clan

It really clashes and thus is Clash of clans.

You may be kicked out of the well-off clans several times

Yet you get to join others

And gets reinforcements to help battling

Meaning you grow as a better worrier

Hopefully you get placed in line of battle field

Gets alarmed to be cautious on war days

Or get recommended to battle the battle

If your strength outweighs enemies’ strength.

Some may know root and branch about COC

Addicted for the depth unknown

Seems like hunting for the lies before their eyes and chests

Get patterned like magic brocade on wall we spot  

And also things appear blurring.

Eye thoroughly strained and mind stressed.

Sorry!! Things would get better

But one would never refrain from gaming.

Although it’s much frustrated than waiting for GF

When she turn out to be late,

Chiefs are with enough patience.

My brother insisted me several times to play

Yet I turned out to be deaf.

My blossom friends did the same,

Yet no damn for me

Oh! My intimate mate known by his clan “Druck Tata”  did won

He installed and spoon-fed me

Only to take the U-turn for me to enter  the door

I didn’t deny

Since my denial would mean disrespect

Among st intimacy

We’d loosen out tightness of trust, faith and etc…

Ah! By the way I am the chief “Tuition”

Yet to become good leader of my clan mates

And visit my town and village at “Tuition”. 

And my clan "Druck Blue" join us 

you are welcomed 

By the way my status says I am a Co-leader ….

…. I am a beginner….

Date: 6/4/2016

The day needs the remembrance

Needed black and white

Never to become paler.

It was accidental

We had been nocturnal

While others wheezing

We were sober to enter 

While others entering 

With senseless confidence

Totally drunk to rock 

But for us our heart beats accelerated

Drunk with the basses

Unrestrained grin found,

Indeed a sparkling performance 

With a radiant sparkles

Bounded within four corners, pillars

Singles mingling and doubling

It’s uproarious merrymaking!

Yet, sets tense free.

The life seemed kick-started

For it made us awkward

While others in full swing,

Fully-fashioned and fully-fledged

Seemed others fulminating us

Yet, and yes! We didn’t prove diffident.

Oh! What a momentary,

Of course not an illusion

Paradise happened,

 Tick! Tick! Tick!.. Second, minute, hour passed

The watch struck 2 pm,

The paradise vanished.

We returned to be veteran

Realizing life isn’t party hang out!!!!