Thursday, July 23, 2015

The Beautiful Truth ~~~ of Love

"Mama, you don't love me enough," Lolo makes a blunt statement at dot midnight (21/07/2015) just as I was thinking of retiring for the day. I was engrossed reading the book Until I say Good Bye by one Susan who writes about her last year as a normal person before being completely diagnosed with ALS. Lolo had already drifted into a deep slumber an hour ago. 

I abruptly closed the book.

"Mama ge phang-pu mala dang? (Mama doesn't love you?)" I rephrased her statement.

"Mala," and Lolo drifted back to sleep.

Of course, this is not true! I know, she knows and everyone knows. 

I will let this statement pass. Lolo may be a smart child but I will let it pass on the assumption that she is too young for such a strong deduction. Or may be she had a dream wherein I was ignoring her (this is a better consolation).

My Lolo is the most beautiful child for all the judgement I can pass. And I shall rest the case here. 


Following are some of the snippets I want to share from the everyday first-time acts portrayed by Lolo:

1) My friend Rima was at our place for sleepover. Lolo was excited beyond heaps and bounds. While I was in the kitchen preparing her milk, I heard Lolo conversing in Dzongkha fearing Rima didn't understand her Sharchhop :)

2) My mother has been trying her best wits to hide the pair of scissors, especially after Lolo cut her hair for the THIRD time. Last afternoon, Lolo came looking for the same. When Ama said she doesn't know where it is, Lolo was heard accusing, "Nan so dhu ma yekchho...khong may na (Don't you dare lie, I will punish you)." She was loud enough for the neighbours to hear.

3) When Lolo refused to listen, my father seemingly threatened that he will go out without her. So, he walked to the door, pulled the door knob and slammed it, hoping Lolo would come running after him. He was wrong - instead of following him, Lolo was seen looking down from the window waiting for Apa to appear outside :)

4) I am to go home with some TANGS (gifts) for her or Lolo won't let me in. One such time, I had taken two jellies. Just as Lucy was handing them to her, she asked for some. When Lucy said she couldn't find more, Lolo pushed her asking, "Goth-cho om-chhang la mo (See if there are some more)". By the way, her Sharchhop is the cutest, and with typical accent from my mother.

5) And our ritual before bed - she opens my mobile phone and orders me to play Monster Zuma. Thanks to her, I now know some tricks around that game. Anything the boss says, I comply :)

P.S: What is there NOT to love about this little munchkin?

Thursday, July 9, 2015

Divine Interpretation of Our/ My Beliefs

Just back from an enlightening pilgrimage cum tour from the east where I and my fellow travellers had the privilege of visiting many many sacred places in Bumthang, Lhuntse and TrashiYangtse, I am compelled to write this wrenching article based on a conversation that took place few weeks ago.

Over lunch table, couple of us were brewing the excitement of a holiday the following Friday - the Birth Anniversary of Guru Rinpoche. 

"When is Guru's death anniversary?" asked the only foreigner on the table.

"Guru didn't die, he is still alive," defended a friend.

"He was born miraculously and he never died. We can see him if we really believe in him," said I, with a tinge of pride. 

A loud burst of laughter followed, more on the lighter note. In the midst of this, our Chilip mate commented, "Why do you all make mockery of the beliefs you all believe so much in?" 

Silence!

"Not really. But this is how we believe in. We believe through these light notes although we may doubt some of the myths," I clarified with dignity and strong belief. 

Silence again.

Anyway, to continue - the pilgrim sites that my team visited in Bumthang, Lhuntse and TranshiYangtse (Bumthang: Kuje Lhakhang, Jambay Lhakhang, Mebar Tsho and Shingkhar Dechenling in Shingkhar, Ura; Lhuntse - Bakha Lhakhang and Guru Statue at Takila; and Yangtse - Gom Kora and Chorten Kora) are full of astonishing stories and with evidences. When faced with such realities, who can deny the facts?
Guru Nangsa Zhillion, Takila, Lhuntse

With folded palms and genuine prayers, I stood in front of Guru Nangsa Zhillion statue in Takila, Lhuntse and asked myself if I really believed in my faith. A gentle breeze washed across my heart, a feeling so heavenly and beyond human, that it made me look up to the sky for answers. As if I was being talked back, I had no space for any doubts. The same feeling was felt in almost every site we visited. It was like I badly needed this pilgrimage to light the candle of my faith, the candle that never exhausts but burns with more and more beliefs. 

I do not want to refute anyone's belief here in respect of what each one believes in. As for me, being born in a country that has rich culture and history, I am more than fortunate. More so the opportunities that I get to visit the sites of great history and from them the peace I bring in my heart. And this gives me the tone of my happiness.

By the way, I don't mock my beliefs; I only believe in them just the way they should be believed. 

Wednesday, June 17, 2015

We Didn't Lose - Team Bhutan

I am not a foot-ball buff at all; all I understand from this game is that there are 11 players in each team and a goalie, and one side attempts to take the ball to the other side (this is as far as I can explain to my mother whose knowledge on the game is next to confusion). I see my Hubby watching the game on TV almost every night, sometimes up till midnight, and this only aggravates my wonder what keeps him glued to the game.

Last evening, I joined the rest of the world in the excitement of our Team Bhutan playing against China, and the huge roar of the crowd at Changlingmithang. I was home with my family, in front of the television. 
The spirit of the game (Source: FB)

I think we all knew that we won't stand a chance against the Chinese team for whatever valid/ invalid reasons we can think of. Comments and assumptions were already on the media sites days before. As a novice watcher, it didn't make much sense to argue. From whatever I could rationalise my thoughts on, these are few I deduced:

a. Fore-mostly, thank you Dragon Boys for bringing jubilance in the town. I really haven't seen a more excited crowd than this before. You managed to convey one message that we may be small but our hearts are beyond space.

b. You didn't lose, I mean we didn't lose. Even in another 50 years or so, we will not stand equal to most of the countries owing to the pace at which we adopted this game. Our boys showed us how far we can go given the chance to prove our worth. We love you for that.

c. The whole nation united as one to support the game. This will be an inspiration that no matter what, we will always cherish the beauty of our existence.

I am not sure if I will ever gain further insights of the game, but as you play the remaining games, I shall continue to pray for you all. And in total solidarity, I bought two jerseys in support of the team. I  wish we could support you in every way possible.