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Wednesday, August 24, 2016

Conservation Journey Part II: Unveiling Facts of Tigers to Myth of Yeti

The three and a half years at JSWNP never let down my vigour to set out in wilderness. One week after my joining the JSWNP family, I had my first experience in wilderness, and there was no looking back. Soon followed the voyage in subtropical forests of JSWNP with tiger biologists and researchers from Ugyen Wangchuck Institute for Conservation and Environment and the sequel simply followed it.

Well begun is half done.
Often people think that being a forester is lucrative and therefore a greener pasture. Seldom do they ask us about the hardships that we endure while interacting with the wild. While there are traumatic and harrowing records where foresters are being killed by inhumane beings, wildlife themselves pose greater threat to the lives of their saviours. The remote terrains render the treks daring and unforeseeable weather conditions poses greater risks. However for the heart filled with endurance for the cause of conservation, foresters rejoice in pride being conservationist. In adversity, they see the adventure and in monotonous routines, they find the leisure.
The Black Mountains (Jowo Durshing)
I had my own shares of adversities which were indeed prosperity in disguise during my last three and half years in the national park named after the Great Fourth. Within its pristine vegetation lies the sacred Jowo Durshing, the height of which towers to 5000 metres, acclaiming to be the highest peaks in central Bhutan. Such picturesque landscape are not dark as its name Black Mountains suggests but are safe haven for a diversity of wildlife including the charismatic tiger and of course abode of worship for the pre-Buddhist aboriginal settlers, the Monpas.  As such my adventure through the Black Mountains isn’t only mesmerizing but journeying further down to the south in pursuit of catching the Tigers and up north in the remote mountains attempting to reveal the Myths of Yeti makes my days’ worth cherishing.  

  1. Crisscrossing the Sacred Black Mountains:  JSWNP being a conservation jewel in Bhutan owing to its strategic location, each travel offers a wealth of experiences and satisfaction. Besides being only park with record of highest cat species, it also is home to aboriginal Monpas. The myths of Monpas reveal how they crisscrossed the Black Mountains and how their descendants are spread, in the way the Black Mountains linked the different ecozones and conservation landscapes thus enabling biological diversity. As I traversed through the ancient trails to connect hamlets and wandered through the woods and rocks to conserve wildlife, I discovered more of lyrical tunes and comical essence than gruesome squalls. In mountains I discovered the secrets of euphoria and relentlessly I let flowed the epistles of romance like the free dispersal of blooming fragrance. Such were the days in the sacred Black Mountains.
    En route Black Mountains
  2.  Revealing the Facts of Tiger: When the other three protectors, the Dragon, the Garuda and the Snow Lion faded leaving only myths, the tiger brings together myth and reality. Since the time when tigress served Guru Rinpoche in 8th century, tiger has never let the humanity fail despite being hunted, retaliated or domesticated. It is the most sought species by the conservationist and for the beginner like me, becoming a part of team that first counted the tigers of the nation was a wonderful privilege. There were times where camera lost its position, tigers were missed, but never a time our endeavour failed. More strenuous became the task when we attempted to catch tigers to collar the first tiger in the plains of tropical Manas. Unfortunately, tigers missed our traps but never our determinations. We now proudly say Tigers move all the way from tropical plains of Royal Manas NP to alpine mountains of Jigme Dorji NP.
    Like Abominable Snowman
  3. Pursuing the Myths of Yeti: The mystic Bhutan have many folds of mountains steeped in myth and spirituality. In it remain the stories of Yeti, locally known as Migoe.  As a notorious kid, often my mother use to scare me with the myths of Migoe, not knowing I would be a part of Yeti expeditions in remote northern mountains which are uncharted and unexplored landscapes. Indeed I was one among the expedition group from UWICE research fraternity to lead a team to document unique faunal diversity in the previously unexplored mountains in northern border (June 2005-September 2016. Team UWICE always inspired me.  Through the valleys from where the myths of Migoe resonates, we penetrated the darkest of forests and deepest of snows spanning over 20 days in true wilderness, even sustaining on single grains of rice and drops of oil of the ever diminishing ration.  “The Migoe of the mighty Himalayas continues to elude and mystify our mountains.”

Pristine Alpine Landscape

In all, I could only look back in awe, for having expedited the nature in true sense of wilderness. Memories are only to be cherished with utmost satisfaction.   

Sunday, August 7, 2016

Conservation Journey Part I: Life with the Pen in JSWNP.

I started Blogging towards the end of 2010 and it’s my 5th year into blog-sphere. 2011 recorded 106 blog posts marking the highest and in the subsequent years, it decreased drastically. With a university degree in hand, I began my journey into conservation in January 2013 and hardly have I posted anything on the blog. I traveled a lot but least was recorded in my blog. As now take a break from work, I would like to share some of the highlights from my three and half years of working at Jigme Singye Wangchuck National Park.

My new journey into works began with the fall of crystalline flakes and as I moved further it only glittered more. However, at one point of time, I wasn’t sure whether I was in the right place. In three years, literarily I had to work with three Chiefs and constantly changing your boss is never a sign of healthy working. In my second year, my first boss went on EOL and I was left with a shaky position without any terms of responsibility. Under the Officiating Chief that last for over 8 months, my position was too versatile, conducting field works to attending important meetings and workshops. In my third year, we had our full-fledged Chief after whose joining my work mainly concentrated with WWF project management. My fourth year into service has opened a new door for my academic journey. As such, I thrived under versatility of Chiefs. At times, I faced the deadliest symptoms of career burnouts but I could also embrace some of the best opportunities be it travelling outside or field expeditions. The combination of the two only made my stand bolder and stronger with good accumulation of experiences.

Since blogging is about writing, I would like to share in this part, three writing achievements from my past three and half years of working in JSWNP.  Being the lone Forestry Officer under the chief, lots of paper work has befallen unto me, checking the competency and aptness in me. Yes, I wrote a lot while in JSWNP, from the guiding documents to project proposals, tour diaries to field reports, minutes of meetings to news reports and of course the contribution to mega publications for the department.

  1. Conservation Management Plan for JSWNP (January 2014-December 2018): Park function under the guidance of Conservation Management Plans. It contains all the details about the park including the biological diversity, socio-economic aspects of the park residents, conservation threats, and of course the framework of activities to be conducted in the next five years. Framing of management plan therefore requires all the facts and coherent planning in line with country’s five year plan.  As such the management plans serves as guiding document for the park. The last conservation management plan for JSWNP has expired in 2007. The park management, however realizing the need to update the much awaited document, has secured fund to from WWF to conduct all the necessary field surveys. When I joined JSWNP, a draft copy in its initial stage was laying idle. My Chief handed over the draft to me and entrusted me to complete it. I felt that it was a herculean task especially considering my infancy in professional work. However, I worked on it with my best ability and sought all critical comments from senior professionals and donors alike and referred all relevant documents to produce the third Conservation Management Plan for JSWNP. In 2015, I worked on framing the Park Zoning for JSWNP, which supplements the management plan.
    Monpas performing folklore
  2. Monpas and Their Livelihood in JSWNP: In the last three and half years, I have been a part of many conservation expeditions and coordinated many field works. Field works are really tiresome and hectic but the end results keep us moving. Lots of works were done by our predecessors in the park but least was documented. I felt the need to document and publish what we do so that it would serve as baseline or works won’t be repeated in the future. I have been part of publishing 8 field reports but a report on “Monpas and their Livelihoods in JSWNP” was something which I accomplished with a will. The idea of studying “Monpas and their Livelihoods in JSWNP” struck me in 2013 when I learnt that the 14th Congress of the International Society Ethnobiology (ISE) was to be held in UWICE, Bumthang in June 2014. I had then applied for a presentation on the topic and submitted an abstract to the Board of the Congress, which they selected. In preparing for it, I could document the history, myths and current scenario of the Monpas in JSWNP, which I proudly presented during the conference.
    The DoFPS Publication
  3. Protected Areas of Bhutan: The Department of Forests & Park Services despite being one of the oldest departments didn’t have a publication about it on its own. Under the dynamic leadership of the former Director General, DoFPS have however published two books, i) “Glimpses of Bhutan’s Forest Biodiversity” in 2013 and ii) “Protected Areas of Bhutan” in 2015. The former attempts to capture the rich biodiversity of Bhutan’s forest resources through the lenses of the Bhutanese foresters while the later provides an overview of the protected areas in Bhutan. The later contain a chapter each on all the Protected Areas and the Biological Corridors in Bhutan’s and I had the privilege to write the Chapter for Jigme Singye Wangchuck National Park. As the book was dedicated to Fourth Druk Gyalpo King Jigme Singye Wangchuck on His Majesty’s 60th Birth Anniversary, I feel very privileged to be the part of publication team.

Therefore as I look back, though not much have been posted on my blog, it appears like I wrote quite something. Now that I have started putting up things on my blog, I would be writing on three best field expeditions, three travels outside, three best workshops and so on in my subsequent posts. I feel that being a student, we can write better. 

The Academic Journeys: Reminiscing the Road to Bachelor’s Degree.

When I boarded the Bhutan Post bus from Phuentsholing to Calcutta on the afternoon of 27th August 2008, I was beginning a new journey. As my sister after expressing her final words of advices bid adieu, I was to set my feet off the mother land for the first time in my life. As we travelled down in the Indian plains, I not only had the emotional feelings of loneliness but also the jubilation of pride and satisfaction. The bus was indeed filled with youths aspiring to pursue various technical degrees having won the prestigious scholarships after their class 12 exams the last December. The DAHE had then booked the bus for us from Phuentsholing to Calcutta from where we were to obtain the train tickets from a travel agent for boarding in different directions.
Birsa Agricultural University

Being brought up in remote hamlet of Darlo, my maiden journey abroad was a challenging one. Hindi was a language which I understood least and we weren’t going to a college where there are ample Bhutanese seniors but just the two of us. My friend by virtue of being educated in Thimphu was a saviour for me as he could communicate better in Hindi, which was necessary while on board in the train. In an exotic place, we were to catch a cab early in the morning and search for Birsa Agricultural University in Ranchi.
Reminiscing the old harrowing moments then, it gives me a sense of delight now, having overcome one of the hardest challenges a fresher would face in the college. Forestry was a course of my choice and to live the destiny of my choice often made me lament on why I had that choice.
There wasn’t clear information from the University on when we should be reporting and on our arrival, there wasn’t anybody welcoming us despite ourselves reaching the university campus and calling the concerned authority many times. At a point of time, I wondered whether I really received a Scholarship. Alas, we could find our way to the office of Registrar where we introduced ourselves only to be diverted to the Faculty of Forestry. The Dean of Forestry finally called on us and got ourselves registered as International Students in College of Forestry, Birsa Agricultural University. Indeed we were lone International Students in that University. By the time, we were allotted rooms, it was almost 2:00 PM. A long travel by train from Howrah to Ranchi the night before and tireless walking in the mighty university campus with our belonging, my first day in the University taught me a lesson; Life is never a bed of roses. Rather it is adversity en route to prosperity.
Graduating from BAU: August 2008-September 2012.

However, the situation only seemed to deteriorate with delay in commencement of academics by a month and with lots of irregularities in conducting the semester exams and its results. Worst, the two of us became the lone classmates. While we didn’t have any Bhutanese friends nearby, our semesters breaks for going home were dearer with much uncertainties.  Four lengthy years we spent in Birsa Agricultural University and at the end, the troubles that we faced were worth enduring. The bitter sweet days in India has indeed paved our way in the civil service cadre of the Royal Government of Bhutan. The moments became more cherishing when I exited BAU with a University Gold Medal for Academic Excellence.

As a take a new journey today, it only made me contemplative of my past journeys. 

Thursday, January 14, 2016

January Journey and Field Forestry.

Because life is a journey I began the first day of my 2016 on a journey. It's supposedly a new chapter in our life but how we want to make it different from the previous chapter is entirely in our hand. For changing the chapter of our life, we need not have to set stringent New Year Resolutions; we need not have to change anything but our objectives. When we set objectives for the new chapter, we have to change the way forward for achieving it and it will happen naturally. 

So as 2016 came, I didn't have any resolutions but I was determined to stay happy and content with what life has to offer. This became the objective of my life for 2016 and probably throughout. Embark new journey on new dawn leaving the pass remorse as mere reverie and life will be beautiful. As such the first ten days of 2016 has turned out to be most satisfying paragraphs for my new chapter. Everything happened coincidentally and each moment was beautiful. 
I was driving towards Wangdue to take a tour to remote hamlets of Rukha on the first. However the 2nd was a Nyilo (Winter Solstice) and for the people of Shar and Wang, it's just like the new year. They celebrate it grand. And this made me climb to the apex of Chari Monastery making offering to the almighty and praying for the wellbeing of sentient beings. One of my nephew was entering into a three year retreat and it was also an occasion to mingle with the fellow countrymen from my village. Short yet a beautiful moment until we meet next time for a better cause. 

I journeyed to Rukha, the last village to be linked with national highway. Rukha is at least 6 hours walk from the nearest road head and I assumed no bureaucrats  would travel their for service delivery. Politician won't travel their least they need the vote. Some philanthropist would have dreamt of turning it into a Vajra Community but they way the people's live there and their socio-economic status is not so good. We the foresters travel there often and this is perhaps my 5th occasion. The villages there have beautiful setting but by virtue being early settlers, they too faced the vice of  sticking to their inherent traditions. They are contended if they have a alcohol to drink. They remained socially backward though the Tarayana and National Park out in interventions for their uplift. The river valley is also home for the Critically Endangered White-bellied Heron.

"Beneath, it's the confluence of beautiful rivers,
Above, it's the hovering of aesthetic clouds,
Around, I can see the serene green of woods,
And from distant, I could hear the euphony of endangered Herons. 
As the rivers get dammed and dreary it appears. 
As the forests become dusty and fire ravages it often,
As the clouds fades into Crimson horizon,
Will I still hear the melancholy of Endangered Herons?

It's in Rukha that for the first time I handled the tree marking hammer. October to March is marking and felling season in our forestry calendar. People assume that tree marking is the work of forest guard and I am not sure whether any of the officials ranked above a Forest Ranger ever went for tree marking. Incidentally it's tree election and marking that requires the sound scientific knowledge and I am not sure whether our frontline foresters have abreast idea of this. Whenever there are trainings it's the Officers who have better affinity with the DFO that would avail it and our foresters hardly get any refreshers course.  I went with a Forester and he was nervous to do the selections. The applicant won't like to travel deeper into the forest for better thinning owing to long distance. And here comes the compromise between sound selection of trees for marking. I could see numerous stumps in few hundred metres from their house. 

Forestry Clearance is the most sought document for any developmental works. There was this proposal for building a bridge over Punatshangchu  to connect the remote villages of Rukha with national highway and they require the forestry clearance. I accompanied the ranger to the exact site to do the inspections and recommendation. Then I realised how people undermine the effort put by the frontline staffs. I have seen cases where the applicants directly approach the DFO or Director Generals office for seeking the approval when the field offices denies, taking advantage of their personal relationships. DFO and for that matter Director General are not aware of the real field circumstances and we need to respect the effort put in by the field offices. Then I realised for sound conservation, we need real educated officers at the field offices. The field Rangers and Foresters requires constant refreshers course for updating their knowledge which they learnt once upon a time in the training institutes. Our politicians shouldn't use their power to marginally win the heart of the people by defaulting with the recommendations of the field offices. 

Life is beautiful with beautiful and thoughtful journeys. 

Friday, December 25, 2015

Lets Journey it.

Majority of the times, it was bliss 
Merrily we lived on almighty's bless.
Majority of the times, we were loved,
Ecstatically we enjoyed with our beloved.
Almost every day, we radiated our smile,
And traveled thousands of mile. 
In beautiful attires, mostly we rejoiced
With dances and drinks, and songs we voiced.
For sumptuous meals we did gather,
And euphorically we laughed together.
Through lyrical nature we adventured
And in comical essence we have ventured,
Thus creating 2015 full of memories,
Beautiful, jubilant and cherishing memories.

Yet, through the serene of sea were waves
That deterred our swim to shores enclaves.
Seldom, we would have been in misery,
But lets journey it with bravery.
Dejected we would be left in despondency,
But, lets journey it with vigor of potency.
Chaotically, we would be left in solitude
But lets journey it with peace and fortitude.
Summers rain would have us deeply drenched,
But lets reap autumns fruits and get thirst quenched,
Winters parchedness would leave us in aridity
But lets journey it to welcome springs fecundity. 
Heartbroken, we would have wept in melancholy,
But lets journey with tunes of melody.
Bereaved, we would be left by death, 
But lets journey it for our surviving breath.
Lets journey it with resurrected souls,
Rejuvenated souls laden with beautiful goals.
Lets journey it with compassionate thoughts,
Thoughts clean and free of illusionery fraughts. 
Love as you live and live the life filled with love.

Thursday, August 6, 2015

Defining Happiness

What s happiness? It is a state of mind. I have seen and heard this advertisement, calling for photo contest by the Tourism Council of Bhutan. I wanted to participate in the contest but how? I could never capture a artistic picture and I don't have a good camera. But I love taking photos and videos. May be that it self is happiness. Happiness is capturing the moments of life.

So, I tried to register but never got a confirmation mail from the webmaster of the Bhutan Photo Campaign, only to find it in the spam a day later. That wasn't happiness. Happiness is seeing a new mail in the inbox as expected. So i got logged in. There are hundreds of amazing pictures with catchy taglines. It's going to be a tough competition. So what? that doesn't bar me from uploading photos of my own. Happiness is being determined to do what you wish to do.

So, I was wondering what to upload. Being a forester, I have been to those serene mountains several times, from Jomolhari to Gankar Puensum, from mountain patrolling to camera trapping. Most of the journeys were strenuous and fatiguing and yet we strive to work hard. I landed in this profession out of my choice. Happiness is living by choices.

During my many mountain expeditions, I took numerous photos and videos on my cell phone, the most compatible camera. I don't own a DSLR camera to shot extravagant scenes. I am contended with what I capture on my mobile lens. Of all the images, I enjoy capturing the moments when my friends strive through the rugged terrains, full of hope, determination and enthusiasm despite being tired. Yet I don't see them complaining. Happiness as I can see in them is safeguarding the natural heritage with pride. So I uploaded this image.

(My friend Dorji in Northern Mountains.) click here to get to the tourism website to like it.
So when we go on such adventures for over weeks, we get totally disconnected. The team mates are the only companions with whom we share and laugh. We miss our friends and family. I long to get back home soon, but on those high mountains, all at a sudden we discover the mobile network. Happiness is when we could connect to our loved ones from afar all at a sudden, and definitely the receiver at the other end will be happy to get a ring all at a sudden. So I uploaded my second image.

(My Friend Jamtsho connecting to his better half from Black Mountains)
 click here to get to the tourism page to like and share
Many a times, I was advised by my senior colleagues to maintain a field journal. I was told that such journals help us recollect our field days later in our professional career when we write books or so. While I stick to their advises, I too developed this interest of writing letters from the mountains and forests, addressing to my dear ones. I once posted a modified letter on my blog, titled "Message from the Black Mountains."  Happiness is when I could express my feelings in the form of letters even if it doesn't get delivered to my subject. So I uploaded my third image with a tagline, Happiness is writing letters from the Mountain Huts.

It came by surprise to see this not so clear image on my phone
A moment from the Black Mountains.

So, this is it. The images wont appear as attractive as those shared my many photographers but these are true moments from the life of forester. Happiness is being natural and retaining originality.

Good luck to all the contestants @

Tuesday, July 28, 2015

Blogging for the Park.

I hardly post any articles on my personal blog but I do regularly update for JSWNP on the facebook page.
 The two recent post that featured on the ministry's website:

1. Hands on Training: Installing Solar Electric Fence.
2. Jangbi Community Receives second Phase of Solar Electric Fencing.  

I would like to request my visitors to please like and share the facebook page for JSWNP, the link of which is given here> Jigme Singye Wangchuck National Park. <

Sunday, December 7, 2014

Message from the Black Mountains.

The beautiful autumn colours were gradually fading and a sensation of parchedness and chill of winter breeze was easily felt. The beautiful valley of Phobjikha, like every winter, had already welcomed their regular guests; I could see flocks of Black-Necked Cranes rummaging through the marshy plains. In some areas, I could see cranes in pairs. Through their melodic calls, a strong reverberation of calls from my dear angel rung hard in my spine. I was among the team of four conservationists to conduct high mountain wildlife patrolling in the Black Mountain regions, the steepness of which rises from Phobjikha, located at an elevation of 2800 masl.

With the rations firmly packed and with the sleeping bags and mats compactly folded, I picked up my Rucksack and began the weeklong mountain expedition. Patrolling is a risky and arduous job for the foresters. The chances of encountering the poacher groups face to face is never zero and with a small group of only four people, it is even riskier. I looked forward. I could see the last house of the village finally giving way to hills of Fir forests. With each step, I was moving a distance farther from my beloved one. I looked back. Perched on a hill top, I could see the sacred Gangtey the seat of great Peling. I closed my eyes, with prayers on my lips, I sought a refuge during our mountain expedition.

We ascended the woods of Rhododendron & Fir and finally reached the mountain top at noon. The vegetation shifted to Junipers, many of which were left  skeletal after  the recent fire outbreak. There was no more mobile connectivity.

 "You are moving in the cold terrains of wilderness. Eat well and take care of your body. I will miss you."  This was the last message of love I heard and for the next 7 days, I was not sure whether I would get to hear a melodic tune again. I would miss her in the cold.

From the hill top, the elevation never descended below 3500 masl. As we walked over the ridges, we never failed in our duties of inspecting the evidence of poachers entry into the core of our National Park. Jigme Singye Wangchuck National Park is the third largest national park in the country, endowed with rich biological and cultural diversity. Over the last 20 years, the dedicated foresters had put tireless efforts into conserving its sacred habitats. I am lucky to be part of this current scenario.

We spent our first night in a herders' camp. The yaks had already migrated to a warmer region, allowing us to comfortably spend the night in their vacated hut. This was my first unusual evening without phone calls and text message exchanges. Diary! I was advised, numerous times, by my senior conservationists to maintain a diary for future reference. We ate our dinner before dusk doomed us. Soon after dinner, as my colleagues were gossiping, beneath the light of candle, I opened my field journal. After jotting down the highlights of the day, I wrote my first message.

Date: 18/11/2014
Time: 6:23 PM
Place: Yakchutak.

My dear sweetheart,

How is your evening going ? Are you experiencing an unusual evening without our conversations?

Though our last conversation was at 9:00 AM today, to me, it appears like it has been eons since we last spoke. Today I am having an unusual evening. I am missing our long evening talks for the first time after many months of our intimacy. I switched on my mobile to see if a miracle would happen, but the network signal never popped up. If not of my unwavering feelings of love and missing memories of our togetherness, I am totally disconnected from you. The cold air penetrates the walls and hits us hard. It is cold even beside the burning hearth.
 I miss you in the cold.

My dear angel, with each passing second I am recollecting some of our sweet conversations and caring text messages that we exchanged. We never know what the future holds for us, but I have the most beautiful cherishing memories of you and I. My only dream is of you. I will strive to bring my dream into a reality. I am so glad that fate has been so generous to make our bond stronger with each passing day. Our faith and trust will be the forces that will keep our karmic connection firm and complete. If you remember, I told you a month ago that my lost of trust and love in you will be the day I breathe my last and that I miss you with every single breathe.

Do you know how many times you pop into my mind in a day? I think and dream of you often, but it's never enough. In my heart, we are together forever but the distances and obstacles bar us physically. Particularly today, in an alien mountain, as solitarily I sail through the alpine clouds, in the dark silent night, I feel alone. I can't imagine how my life would be without you. Anyways, before I close my journal and attempt a cosy nap in my sleeping bag, on this crispy night, I am referring here to a message which I texted to you one lonely evening;

Oh endearing lotus,
You are frequently swayed by the frosty breeze,
If meeting not ever off lay parting
How elated I would be.
And the greens turn yellow
Only are the faithful words that still remain.
Like the cumulus shades I might fade
but with each diminishing phase
I dream a hundred you.
And in every step I proceed,
Your thoughts pull me a step closer to you,
Simply you are my destiny and I am destined for you.

With love,
Ap Bokto.

Thursday, October 16, 2014

I am Sorry, Please forgive me..,

Lonely as I was sailing the stormy ocean,
Fatefully I encountered you, a heavenly damsel,
Intimately, as I embraced your unadulterated heart,
Beautifully, you accompanied the deadly voyage.

The seed of love we have sown,
Time has nurtured to reach its maturity,
With the autumn colours, as we await the fruit,
It’s the breeze that’s shaking us hard.

Trust we were entrusted, faithful we remained, 
Feelings we have expressed,
And committed we remained so proudly,
But as I feel the pinch of storm, I was startled.

Beautiful were the moments where we cuddled and hugged,
The humours and jokes, they added further recipe,
How happily and peacefully we shared our feelings,
Not realizing, its time the roosters had to make morning call.

Today, the storm is hard and my voyage seems perilous,
I needed your love the most but you seems drifting away.
I was worried, I was surprised, I didn’t know why,
But it hurt me gravely, when myself is the cause.

I know you are hurt, but that was not my intention,
I didn’t had a guilt cos all I loved was unconditionally,
But it’s my bad, when unconsciously I acted that way,
I am sorry, so please forgive me.

I love u as ever, and miss you every single moment,
I will always clinch unto you, even if you leave me behind,
I will wait for your return if you are taking a break, 
I am not hurting you further, and this is promise I keep.

Please don’t say it’s over,
Please don’t say you lost the trust in me,
Please don’t say our future is blur,
Please don’t go leaving me in pain.

We are destined forever.

Monday, October 13, 2014

I Dreamed of You.

My Dear sweet Heart,
I had the best dream ever. You and me, in beautiful colours of autumn, traversing by the paddy fields, climbing uphill’s to reach the hill tops. We were hoisting prayer flags, holding hand in hand and running against the wind, your beautiful hair swept by the wind and touching my face, your fragrance entering my nostrils. I saw you and me sitting under the shade of huge juniper, me holding u in my arms, you gazing in my eyes from my lap, as I talk to you my immense feeling of love and joy, we sharing the dreams of our beautiful future. Simply I am sunken into your vines, 

I love you and miss you every single moment. My perfect sweetheart, let's be the epitome of love for the remaining world.
-Missing you, my love.

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

A Moment to Cherish

google image.
Imagine if I was given one moment,
Just a single slice of my past.
I could hold it close forever,
and that moment would always last.

I'd put the moment in a safe,
within my hearts abode.
I could open it when I wanted,
and only I would know the code.

I could choose a time of laughing,
a time of happiness and fun.
I could choose a time that tried me,
through everything I've done.

I sat and thought about what moment,
would always make me smile.
One that would always push me,
to walk that extra mile.

If I'm feeling sad and low,
if I'm struggling with what to do.
I can go and open my little safe,
and watch my moment through.

There are moments I can think of,
that would lift my spirits every time.
The moments when you picked me up
when the road was hard to climb.

For me to only pick one moment,
to cherish, save and keep,
Is proving really difficult,
as I've gathered up a heap!

I've dug deep inside my heart,
found the safe and looked inside,
there was room for lots of moments,
in fact hundreds if I tried.

I'm building my own little library,
embedded in my heart,
for all the moments spent with you,
before you had to part.

I can open it up whenever I like,
pick a moment and watch it through,
My little library acts as a promise,
I'll never ever forget you... :))

Courtesy: Pel Yang.

Monday, August 25, 2014

Am I fine?

I’m fine' are the hardest words to say,
but people want you to say it every day. 
But you hate to lie to them, 
especially to their face.

I've lied to you way too much, 
which makes me cry late at night. 
I wish I could tell you the truth, 
but the words just get stuck in my tooth...

One day I hope,
I don’t feel like a dope. 
And I will tell you the truth,
then maybe I will smile... 

But until that day comes, 
I’ll keep my head high. 
And just say, 
'I’m fine...'

Courtesy: Pel Yang. 

“Everything in this world is so fleeting and ephemeral in nature, A beautiful episode in your life is overcast with the aghast clouds of transitory agony but keep it alive, your inner strength and gleaming smile. A beautiful dawn is yet to crack; a new smile, new life, rejuvenated hope and cherishing love. You will be fine”

Friday, January 17, 2014

Of Reflections- 2013 in Diary

Only that shines early in the east,
Is the sun that rises from the east,
That brightens the world at its best,
Is what it does, that shines in the east.

"Years come and go but this year, I specially wish for you a double dose of health and happiness topped with loads of good fortunes. Have a great year ahead. Happy New Year 2013." Read one of the sms that I received from a friend at the 2013 New Years Eve. 2013 was a landmark in my life. It was a year of fulfillment, of pride and satisfaction. Years of persistent perspiration finally landed me a job in Jigme Singye Wangchuck National Park, the park with its core, the legendary Jowo Durshing and inhabited by the mythical animal, the giant tigers, to pursue conservation and management of country’s natural heritage; a cause destined and profession chosen.

“Your scenic beauty is tantalizing,
The crystalline flakes are glistening,
With divine blessings accumulated in countless stupas,
Joyfully I cross you, the panoramic Dochula.” –
January 2013

Crossing the panoramic Dochula and reversing the trails long traversed by Pema Lingpa the Pelela, I finally landed in Tshangkha, a valley overlooking the swift Mangde Chhu and facing the dark hills of Black Mountains, and I for the first time felt the chill of cold Black mountain breezes. However, the sun that rose with the dawn of 2013 was there to stay brighten whole of my year.

Under the intellectual and dynamic supervision of the Kelzang sir, Park Manager for JSWNP and my first boss, I availed the best of privileges to explore and experience the life of a forester. One week in and I had my first experience in wilderness, and there was no looking back. Firstly, it was the Biological Corridor survey, followed by the Tiger survey and of late monitoring Golden langurs and White-bellied Herons. The adventure revolved around the black mountains, sleeping by caves, crossing the rivers, drenching in the rains thus experiencing the true man vs. wild fantasies. In the north, the cold of Black mountains chilled me, the temperate rhododendrons mesmerized me, and down in the south, it’s the tweets of birds that bonded me to the nature. We explored the untraveled ancient trails and discovered the secrets of aboriginal Monpas. While the entire journey seems adventurous, there were instances where we suffered and bereaved.

“My body it sweated gallons, my muscles got fatigued.
My boot stinked coat accumulated layers of dust.
My leg burnt and it ached. Hiking the terrains and jungle of JSWNP
Sixth day and still counting with rain drenching and sun soaking,
Thus adventuring in lost land of tigers.” -
April 2013

I have been seldom idle in the office. While the field works fatigued me hard, the meetings, workshops and festivals rejuvenated by shrinking spirit in wild. Nomadic festival of WCP in February was the first park festival I have attended in my life, and also my maiden journey to Bumthang and of course Choekhor Toe. I had the first glimpse of how Home stay for tourists are run and had a wonderful stay in one of the farm Houses. Yet again, ‘R’ a brainstorming statistics pulled me to the spiritual valley of Bumthang in June, during which not only did had fun with R and my fellow mates but also got to visit many of the sacred Nyes and witness the Tsechus.   

Jomolhari Mountain festival was an escapade. It was autumn. The monsoon has left and extremes of winter was awaited. The two day trek to Jomolhari base camp on the dry trail, warm day, accompanied by new friends and senior conservationists was mesmerizing as the autumn colours of fruitfulness. First of its kind, the Jomokhari Mountain Festival was one of the most cherishing moments of 2013.
Yet, in times, emotional lows wrecked me as well.

“The hope has faded with the morning dew,
The aspiration dispersed in the day light haze,
In the chilly evening air, towards the western horizon,
I am to gaze, In forlorn for the unfathomable mystery of life.”-
August 2013

We were 10 of us. 10 fresh Forestry Graduates of 2012 posted in different agencies in capacity of Forestry Officer/Research Officer and since our departure to respective destination in January 2013, we never had an opportunity to gather together. It was the “Global Leadership Training for Results in Conservation”, which happened in November that brought us all together in Thimphu. Togetherness, laughter, dines and wines, only because we didn’t understand What does the Fox say? As the progressive 2013 approached its final curtain, the 3rd Forestry Conference pulled me towards Samtse, offering a chance to meet and know many conservationists, from Forest Guard at the base till Minister at the Apex.

Our two Lady Friends Missing Here.

Rejoicing-ly, my village is just an hour drive from my office, so periodic home visits further bonded our intimacy, without having to borne any homesickness and as the 2013 ended, the festive mood of Winter Solstices pooled me towards my sweet home where together with my parents, I reflected back to the year just gone by, and looking forward many more such activities in the newly dawned 2014. The year really dosed me with health and happiness topped with loads of good fortunes.

“Let us join and farewell good year 2013 with happy ending and welcome our good another good year 2014 with joys and happiness, peace and success. Wishing you a happy and prosperous new year 2014.”  I thus received the first New Year greeting from a field colleague.