Dzongkha Lyric

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མོ་སྐདཿཁྱོད་དཔྱད་རིག་གཏང་མས་སྨོ།། ཁྱོད་དཔྱད་རིག་གཏང་མས་སྨོ།།
ལྡུམ་རྭ་ཀུན་དགའ་རྩེ་ནང་ལུ།། 

ཕོ་སྐདཿ ལྡུམ་རྭ་ཀུན་དགའ་རྩེ་ནང་ལུ།།

མོ་སྐདཿགསེར་ཤོ་མོ་ཏོག་སྦུག་ལུ་སྨོ།། གསེར་སྦྱངམ་སྣ་ཚོགས་འཇིབ་ད་ལུ།།

ཁྱོད་དཔྱད་རིག་གཏང་མས་སྨོ།།

ཕོ་སྐདཿ ཡར་ནམ་མཁའི་དཀར་གསལ་ཟླ་བ།། མར་ཆུའི་གསེར་མའི་ཉ་མོ།། ཕར་གངས་ཀྱི་ཨེ་ཏོག་མེ་ཏོག་ཚུ།།

ངིའི་མིག་ཁར་ཚར་རེ་མཐོངམ་ད།། ངིའི་སེམས་ཁར་ཚར་རེ་འཆརཝ་ད།།

ཁྱོད་དཔྱད་རིག་གཏང་མས་སྨོ།། ཁྱོད་དཔྱད་རིག་གཏང་མས་སྨོ།།

ཕོ་སྐདཿམར་རྒྱ་འི་རྨ་བྱ་གདོང་གྲོ།། ཡར་བོད་ཀྱི་ཁྲུང་ཁྲུང་དཀར་མོ།། ས་འབྲུག་པའི་ལྷ་བྱ་གོང་མོ་ཚུ།།

ངིའི་མིག་ཁར་ཚར་རེ་མཐོངམ་ད།། ངིའི་སེམས་ཁར་ཚར་རེ་ཆརཝ་ད།།

ཁྱོད་དཔྱད་རིག་གཏང་མས་སྨོ།། ཁྱོད་དཔྱད་རིག་གཏང་མས་སྨོ།།

མོ་སྐདཿཁྱོད་དཔྱད་རིག་གཏང་མས་སྨོ།། ཁྱོད་དཔྱད་རིག་གཏང་མས་སྨོ།།

མོ་སྐདཿམཐོ་བའི་གངས་རི་དཀར་པོའི་ནང་།། མཐོ་བའི་གངས་རི་དཀར་པོའི་ནང་།།

ལྷ་ཤིང་ཤུག་པོའི་གུ་ལས་སྨོ།། ཁུ་གྱུ་ཞབས་ཁྲ་འཐེནམ་ད་ལུ།།
ཁྱོད་དཔྱད་རིག་གཏང་མས་སྨོ།།

ཕོ་སྐདཿཕར་ལྷོ་མའི་འཇའ་མཚོན་འདྲ་བ།། གྱང་ལོག་གི་ལྷ་ཡི་དེབ་རི།། སེམས་ཧིང་ཁར་ཚུད་པའི་ཅ་ལ་ཚུ།།

ངིའི་མིག་ཁར་ཚར་རེ་མཐོངམ་ད།། ངིའི་སེམས་ཁར་ཚར་རེ་འཆརཝ་ད།།

ཁྱོད་དཔྱད་རིག་གཏང་མས་སྨོ།། ཁྱོད་དཔྱད་རིག་གཏང་མས་སྨོ།།

This is a lyric of a song from the Bhutanese feature film Sem Gawai Tasha featuring Tsokye Tsomo Karchung and Kelly Dorji. The is one of my favourite Rigsar songs, which takes me to the imaginary world of love and happiness. I tried to translate this song in my own style of writing poems, which I thought of sharing with you later. I won’t be claiming the originality of the translated work. Rather I would give my full credit to the composer of original Dzongkha lyric. 

My Tiny World.

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The path I walked
Was fragile and thorny.
The journey I travelled
Was an Adventure of Robinson.
The dream I dreamt
Was a dream full of disarray.

The friends I acquainted,
Turned out to be a foe.
The air I breathe
Is but a stink of cigarette.
The destiny chosen by me,
Drenched me into sufferings.

The radiance of smile
Was a venom in disguise.

Without much hope

The life seems wasted.
Even the call of silent heart,
It produced no echo.

The time is ticking away,
And so is my life.
In the land of aridness,
My lushly leaf is to wither
Before the moon
Complete its waxing phase.

Thus the tiny world of mine,
Is shrouded in gloominess
And my mind no more in peace
But in muddled state.

Now Shall I weep,

Or wipe off my tears.

Now to the guardian deity,
I seek my refugee.

For your bless I pray
Oh almighty! Guide me

And me like sentient beings
Towards the horizon of silver lines.

Partition

In my opinion partition is a sort of barrier that separates or divides two or more things from each other without letting it mix and the reasons for such partition is obviously due to distinguishing characters each group possess. In a set of flowers, we group roses into one set and gladiolus into another thus our instinct is such that we tend to create barrier by differentiation and separation. Well this is in regards to objects of inanimate nature.

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Such partition does exist in the society we live. Man is a social animal yet they tend to create a society of homogeneous nature. Blacks in one region and whites in another thus bringing the situation of racism and social prejudice. Racism is a problem across the globe since ancient periods. It is said that America was a country torn by racism, the native Americans generally the whites discriminating the African immigrants who were blacks. Such a foul instinct of we human create a partition and as such is a cause of social disharmony. In the recent days also, there are instances where Indians are considered inferior by the Australians that results in the assault and harassment of Indian students studying in Australia.

Within a society of same ethnic civilization also, there are certain sorts of partition among the people. Riches and landlords ill treat their fellow workers and poor families considering them mere slaves. Even Bhutan through the ages, I believe, passed through such situations. There were people considering themselves of higher class and they use to employ slaves to work under them. Just for an instance, Choeje’s were considered superior and Khoe & Joow an inferior group in the society. “Cut our flesh and you would see milk oozing from it” such a saying do exist in our society as well but it is a story of past. Our third king and father of modern Bhutan, His Majesty late Jigme Dorji Wangchuck totally abolished the practice of serfs and put an end to the age old practiced feudalism. Bhutanese are Bhutanese and there is no distinction of caste, colour and creed as such. While people coming from different regions might be referred by name corresponding to their locality like, Sharchop, Ngalong and Lhotsampa, this are just the ethnic identity which we possess but we enjoy the freedom of equality as enshrined in the Constitution of the Kingdom of Bhutan. The sensation of equality is the charm of Bhutanese and peace is what we enjoy together. 

If we look into Indian context, caste-cism is a common phenomenon. There are instance where the North Indians, generally the people from Bihar are insulted and harassed when the travel to southern states of Karnataka and Maharashtra (Such scenes are depicted in Bollywood films). Such an inhumane perception in the mind of people is the biggest weakness of we thinking beings. 

Well, as days passed by I am really fed up with this thing called caste system in the hostel where I am residing. The Indian society is such that they are categorized as ST (Scheduled Tribes), SC (Scheduled Castes), OBCs (Other Backward Castes), Generals and the list goes on. Some of the fellow students, they blame Mahatma Gandhi (which I presume to be the man behind the Independent India) as an man behind Indians being categorized into such a system but then he did for a good cause, upliftment of the minorities. Now the Indian administration is such that the people of lower castes have to adhere less obligations but enjoy more opportunities. They have quotas reserved for them in civil service as well. Yet in certain corners of the country many tribal peoples remain so backward totally ignored by the majority The generals on the other hand have to pay huge amount for everything they do (be it taxes, college fees, price for rations et al) and finally when it is time for employment and other opportunities they have to fight the toughest competition yet they consider themselves superior.

Such differential castes have caused partition among the students studying the same course, sitting in the same class and this is one reason, which leads to lots of unpleasant fumes in the atmosphere in which I dwell, sometimes even leading to quarrelsome and fight among them. They term it Phylum Bazi, (differentiating themselves according to phylum) and they seldom stay united. There is scarcity of water in the hostel, power is a major problem which cuts off any time leaving us in the dark swamp sweating like anything. Unless the students come to a single term, such problems will persist because nobody would proceed to the head of institution for reporting the problems and the institution wont never look into students welfare. Many a times groups fail to come to a single conclusion in achieving a purpose for the goodness of both. The term unity is lost and finally everyone suffers be it the Generals or Scheduled Tribes with international heads like us, what a joke. The negative impact of such a partition is thus huge.

Breathing an air in such an environ makes people like me sick mentally though my body free of ailments and my TINY WORLD seems completely shrouded by GLOOMINESS and this is the real mundane of suffering.

“My heart aches and a drowsy numbness pains,

My sense, as though hemlock I had drunk,

Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains...”

unlike the pains endured by John Keats due to songs of Nightingale, for me it is a pain endured due to what we call wilderness and lack of unity, the PARTITION they have created amongst them. Living in a competitive world of twenty first century, equality should be the principle that we should stick on and united we should stand for unity is strength, rather than staying wild with the ego of superiority in the society.

Tree is Like a Loyal Son.

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June is a month of monsoon,

And monsoon is season of torrential rain,

The rains quench the thirst of living trees,

Thus, augmenting their speedy growth.

Trees are the sink of Carbon dioxide,

A poison causing our earth to doom.

Thus trees ameliorates our climate

And prevent our environ from degradation.

Trees help the perpetual flow of our rivers,

And rivers rotate the turbine of hydro power,

The hydro powers mini or mega,

Lights Drukyul and is source of revenue.

Trees are not trees but source of livelihood,

The fruits as food, leaves as fodder.

With fibers for ropes, and debris as fertilizer,

Trees cook our meals and warm our homes.

Trees are timber for our house,

In addition, endows us the basic needs.

The air we breathe is trees gift,

And the water we drink is trees wealth.

Beneath the shade of trees do we rest,

And on the branches our children swing,

Amid trees we hear the songs of birds,

And to the trees we worship our almighty.

Thus the trees are like our loyal sons,

Caring their ailing parents with deep concern.

Only a son of beloved parent would repay,

Or sons would drag their parent into misery.

To commemorate day of GNH,

And to celebrate the onset of monsoon rain,

On this day of Social Forestry,

Let us plant a tree and protect it with utmost care,

like a mother does to their only son.

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Natural Forest, the Source of Livelihood for Farmers of Darilog

They are middle class farmer living just above the poverty line. Over the years, their ways of living and lifestyle has greatly improved. These farmers are from Darilog, a small village located about 75kms from the district headquarter of Wangdue Phodrang. Roads did not reach their village and power is their dream in darkness. Situated in a higher agroclimatic zone of Bhutan, cool temperate zone to be specific, the farmers there cannot grow all the cereal crops as the low land farmers do. Only cereals that they grow are wheat, barley, millet and buckwheat, besides potatoes and some other higher temperate vegetables. Besides their land holding is small and whatever they reap from there is not enough to feed the family of six (average).  Like every Bhutanese, the staple food is rice and they hardly eat the wheat floor during the meals. 

a part of Darilog village with cultivated Bamboo clumps

Though the farmers cultivate land and domesticate animals, their earnings from the two are very negligible. They started marketing potatoes just a decade ago and now potato is the only cash crop for them. But in the field of one and half acres, since its sowing in February till the harvest period in July, nearly half of the yield is lost to monkeys during day and pigs, porcupines and deer at night despite regular sanctuary given by a family member. Therefore, the fruit they reap just cross the economic threshold and it is not very cost-effective. From the animals they domesticate, their few heads of cow are just enough to meet the basic requirement of butter and cheese for their diet though they sell a little surplus during summer months. Therefore, their life is difficult to sustain depending on their limited resource. 

Now you might be wondering how I consider those farmers a middle class family when the source of income they have is very limited. You might be wondering how they manage to get rice to sustain their ration throughout the year and how their lifestyle has improved when they lack the basic necessity of power to light their home and road to reach their goods. Here comes the secret about the source of their income, The Natural Forest. The farmers are living in close harmony with forest for ages and it has been the major source of income for them. It is the natural forest, which keeps their home warm during winter, feed their animals during scarcity of food, provides fiber for making ropes, etc. The forests endow them with fences and agricultural implements, and serve as pastureland for their domestic animals. 

Nikkachhu

The temperate forest nearby the village comprises mainly of pines, spruce, hemlock, oaks, etc… and climbing a little higher, they encounter fir, juniper and rhododendrons, which serve as home to myriad of mushrooms and other wild vegetables. The villagers collect more than fifteen different species of mushrooms every summer either for self-consumption to supplement their garden vegetables or for small-scale sale. The availability of good number of trees nearby their village is a great blessing for them as it provided them with timber for construction of houses and other furniture. 

The swift flowing Nikkachhu below their village being clean and unpolluted in nature, grows a lichen known as Chhuru in local term which is edible. Grown on the stones in river in autumn months, it is collected by hand and dried in the sun to form circular shapes. The piece though small can fetch them at least Nu. 5 and it is highly demanded in the vegetable markets in other part of the country owing to its pureness and cleanness. The river Nikkachhu which flows below their village is very clean owing to the pristine peaks in the north, thick forest nearby the banks and hardly any sewage and wastes are disposed in that river until it reaches the lower valley when many small roadside shops use it for disposal f wastes. 

Bamboo is referred to as poor man’s timber but in that village, it serves as the backbone for their survival. Four different species are found there but the one which serves as backbone is the bamboo species known by botanical name Borinda grossa. Since time immemorable the farmers there use the bamboo for knitting beautiful crafts and baskets. After making these bamboo crafts they take these items to lower valley of Shaa and Punakha during harvesting season for exchange of rice through bartering. In this way, most of them are able to collect rice, which could feed them for a year in ease. This good tradition is still practiced by the farmers and now each household have cultivated their own bamboo clumps by their house to sustain forever. 

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Weaving of bamboo mats is another lucrative job. The farmers of the village during winter when they are free of field and household works collect bamboos from the nearby forest and they weave bamboo mats, which could earn them Nu.200 per piece. An average person can finish five bamboo mats in in a day. Thus, the sale of bamboo item is a great source of income for them to supplement their other needs. These mats are used as fences, roofing and to build temporary huts. Besides this bamboo is also used for high-quality woven handicraft products, such as food and drink containers, hats, arrows, quivers, etc. winter and dry season livestock fodder, and edible shoots.

The farmers of the village though deprived from growing many food crops and cash crop due to higher elevation, they are never the unfortunate ones. Rather they are more fortunate. The Royal Command issued by His Majesty the fourth King on 17^th June 2004 granted the peoples living in higher altitude of northern Bhutan, the privilege to collect Cordyceps sinensis (commonly known as Yartsa Goenbub), a fungus grown in the alpine scrub forests, so their being highlander is a blessing in disguise. At least two members from each household can go for collection of the highly valued medicinal herb. 

Though the journey is tedious, having to travel for three to four days carrying the ration and necessities that would last them for a month at ones back, the income they generate from a month long struggle is huge. They say kneeling down on the rocky pebbles in an icy cold place is painful but it is worth enduring. Though it is very difficult to collect a kilo of cordyceps, the value of it is awesome. But if one is lucky one can get as many as three to four Kgs. A kilogram of cordyceps would earn them Nu.20,000 to Nu.4,00,000 depending on the quality. 
Just a couple of years ago, the houses in the village were mostly one storeyed with shingle roofing, darkly painted with sooty smokes but now it is replaced by newly constructed double storeyd traditional Bhutanese house with CGS roofing. Their homes are illuminated with solar tubes and the walls are painted with colorful phalluses. Some of them even own cars. During every festivals and meetings, the village folk would present themselves with the best attire. The way of living and lifestyle is greatly improved. 

Asked anybody from the village for such a drastic change and they would simply thank the natural forest, (Rangzhen Nyetang ge Kadren). This is why they really value the natural assets that they were bestowed by almighty. They still believe that many sites dominated unknown spirits and do not cause much harm to the natural forest. They take every precaution to prevent forest fires and they protect the endemic birds and animals dwelling in their forests. In recent years they became aware of the consequences of global warming and climate change so in order to conserve their assets for better sustainability and to reduce the impact of climate change, they eagerly wait for the creation of their forests into Community Forest. They take part in plantation activities in along with their children in school during important days like Social Forestry Day. Yet the recent flowering of bamboos and consequent dying of it in their locality have pinched a threat in their mind. “No need to worry. The bamboos with grow again within ten years.” I tell them. 

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Flower vs. Thorn

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There was a garden, a garden of glory,
Where threatened species thrived securely
The common blossoms too, but amid variety,
The scintillating Rose reigned superior.

As I hear Rose, the inner eye of mine could see,
Its petals, red and white and pink;
Its leaves as green as nature’s gold
With sparkling dews, it sustains the entire shoot.

The Rose, not by nature was it grown,
But science brought it through propagation.
The seeds then sown in soil, to shoot up
And glitter gallons of perpetual glows.

From a golden vessel, we fed the infant plant
With air and water. Yet dung too from the same vessel.
But alas! the plant possesses prickles,
Baffled, I then thought, “Why it possesses?”

May be for its self defence, or if not,
Let the thorns wither before blossom.
But as it bloomed, the beauty gained marvelous fame,
And its thorns remained as mere shadows.
Hundreds in variety, they impart an infinite joy.

There Will be a Solution Always

The world in which we are dwelling at this age is not an easy one, where we get everything without much hard work and effort. In pursuit of success, which I presume to be a source of happiness, we face a lot of challenges and confrontations, unless we dare to proceed further and yes, success belongs to those who dare.

Problems are multiple in the society and we youngsters are more prone to such problems. Yet for every problem, there is a solution. Unless we seek the path towards solving the problems to get a better result, we would remain in problems all the time.

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There is that lover who was betrayed by his lover or broke up with his girlfriend and finally he land up taking drugs and drinking alcohol, thus rendering the precious life useless and futile. It is indeed a coward act and they are real losers. Life should not be ruined that easily for such a lame excuse. We have our parents and siblings expecting a lot from us.

In some cases, it is the split-up of parents, which drench the soul of the children into cocoon of negativity, thus leading to misery and pain in the life of latter. Theft and robbery cases by the youths might be due to less care and affection given by the parents to their children. And the consequences are same; the life of victim losses its meaning and ends up landing in the land of dreams but without achieving it. Well, we are indeed not alone; we have our friends and remaining society to help us while in need.

Friends in our life play a vital role in shaping us. Swim along the tides and you would reach the shore without drowning into the ocean. Friends with golden rays always lights our way and helps us reach to our destination in ease but on the contrary, there are other group of friends who would drag us towards the path of illusion. Their mere touch would leave an inerasable stain of blackness in our soul. “False friends are like our shadow, keeping close to us while we walk in the sunshine but leaving us when we cross into the shade.” As stated by someone. This is due to our wrong choice amongst the many better alternatives.  

Yet besides every best possible act of ours, after completion of studies/degrees wee youths plunge into the sphere of job market and many of us land up getting nowhere. While the government and concerned agencies try their best to give better opportunities for all, it is always impossible to get right person in the right field so, many of us remains idle. It is not because we are useless but it is simply because we are not fit in a particular field for some reasons. This calls for us to look beyond the horizon of sunshine to see the next glimmering world in which we can work and earn profusely. 

We should wake up and aspire to fight amid hardships and difficulties to succeed. Life is not always comfortable and what we wish never occurs easily, unless we work towards fulfilling it. Solving the mazes of life involves lots of perseverance and determination. Man can achieve what men have achieved so we should be optimistic to become successful. There will always be a solution for every problem. 

On Hearing the Joyous News- About the Upcoming Royal Wedding.

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The news like the thunderous roar,

It spread with the speed of light.

And was heard in the depth of the dungeons,
And far into the darkest corners.

A luminous wave of joyousness,

Glistened the land of Thunder Dragon,

And tender breeze of ecstasy,

It brushed the blisters of Bhutanese.

Overwhelmed with happiness,

We rejoiced the royal announcement;

The wedding of K5 in October,

With the heavenly princess, Jetsun Pema.

Her countenance, uniquely beautiful,

And her heart, caring and compassionate

Is what K5 described; “she is warm

And kind in heart and character.”

Divine is our king,

Selfless and compassionate;

And our royal bride is a Dakini,

The embodiment of Jetsun Dolma (Tara).

With the blessings of Dharma

And the fortune of peoples karma,

May the union of our Royals,

Bloom for endless eternity.

Yet, with eagerness and excitement,

We the nation awaits the October day.

To solemnly witness the Royal Wedding

With joy in heart and pride in soul.

- Son of Soil,

His Majesty to Wed Jetsun Pema in October this Year.

These days the weather is bitterly hot out here. Not having to go to attend the lectures for some reasons, I was just lying over the carpet on the floor beneath the spinning fan to keep sweats away. By then it was almost 11 am in the morning so, lying on the floor further mean drowning into a deep slumber of dreams, so in order to escape it, I just logged into my facebook account. Well as usual, there is no notification except few from Blogyul. I just went through the quotes and inspiring stories to ponder over out there on our group of Bhutanese Bloggers and writers. Mean while more notifications came on Blogyul and this time it was surprising news.  

His Majesty K5/ photo source:Bhutan journals

Sogyel Tobgyel

"Royal wedding announced

20 May, 2011 - His Majesty the King announced his intention to wed Jitsen Pema in October this year. The announcement was made towards the end of the inaugural address at the seventh session of Parliament this morning in Thimphu.

Source: Kuensel"

 reads a post.

When I heard the joyous news, His Majesty’s announcement to the nation about the Royal wedding, I was overwhelmed with ecstasy and jubilation.  We the nation celebrated His majesty’s 31^st birthday a couple of months ago and at this age a normal Bhutanese man would be fathering three or at least two. Therefore, it’s a right time, that his majesty has finally decided to marry this October.

Royal Bride Jetsun Pema./ photo source:iamdrukpa

When I read the name of royal bride, Jetsun Pema, the only image my inner eye could conceive was the image of  Goddess White Tara, or commonly known as Jetsun Dolma, who is also known for compassion, long life, healing and serenity; also known as The Wish-fulfilling Wheel. Latter seeing the photo of His Majesty with Future Queen, Azhi Jetsun Pema, she is gloriously beautiful and is a perfect embodiment of Jetsun Dolma.  The divine king, so compassionate and selfless, commonly known as Peoples King, His Majesty Jigme Khesar Namgyal Wangchuck and Royal bride Jetsun Pema makes the perfect couple ever. 

I am overwhelmed with joy and we Bhutanese are overwhelmed. We pray for their good health and long life, until then eagerly awaits the auspicious day of October 2011, to solemnly witness the royal wedding, with joy in heart, and prayer on lips, and pride in soul for having born in the land of Palden Drukpa. May peace and prosperity prevail until eternity.

Where are You?

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In the lonely night,

When stars are few,

And moon amid clouds,

I wonder why

The moon is alone?

With its rays

Not reaching the ground

And the stars

They fail to twinkle.

Oh! The wind of consciousness!!!

Where are you?

In the distant place,

With friends few

Far in the foreign soil,

Seeking for wisdom

But amid adversities,

The path seems thorny,

Oh! The results of My karmic deeds!!!

Where are you?

My heart though fonder,

With truth of feelings,

Yet its chambers,

Its state of emptiness,

Now my thoughts ponder

And i wonder why?

The calls of my silent heart

Remained unheard.

Where are you?

My destined love!!!

Oh! fate, guide my way

From the miseries of

Solitariness.!!!

To err is Human.

Life is never a perfect piece and it is often confronted with mistakes and errors. From childhood until death do us part, we will commit mistakes and flaws one way or the other. While man never intend to commit mistakes deliberately, sometimes somewhere we tend to face with such a consequences that our act of diligence get entangled in the loop of ignorance letting our mistakes go unnoticed. Realizing that we have done a mistake latter becomes too late to recuperate. 

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As the old Bhutanese saying goes, “Even the speeches of priest flaws, even the flow of water in tap ceases” and so is our life. Mistakes in life are something that is inevitable, for we are neither enlightened like Buddha, nor a perfect human.Indeed nobody is perfect.

We fail to keep our words, it is our mistake; we tend to use abusive words out of anger, it is a mistake; and we even tend to conspire against someone for our own goodness, it is a mistake. Every mistake that we do brings a failure but not all failures are necessarily due to mistakes.  So in order to prevent from repeated failure we should look back and get our mistakes rectified to have a better result latter. 

Sometimes our anger and temper become root cause of mistakes. As said by Buddha, “Holding to anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who get burnt” and such saying of Lord Buddha are the only exceptions that are without mistake. When something wrong happens or when someone has said something or done something against me, I often get angry but my anger and temper never solves my problem. Rather it makes me do more mistakes by either arguing with them or using rude words, which only leads to the degradation of my ties and friendship with those someone, only to get regretted latter which is going to be in vain. I feel sorry but sorry seems to be the hardest word.

When I reflect to the bygone day, I find that nothing new has happened to me during the day. Realizing that life is just passing on as swiftly as the flowing river, I try to look ahead, the following days, to do something new and achieve something better but every dream which I dreamt the day before remained unachieved as I look back in the evening the next day. These are all due to mistakes, tiny or big, which I have committed unknowingly. I try to incorporate the philosophy behind the repercussions of making mistakes and try not to repeat as stated above but somehow I fail to do so. May be its all because I am also one sentient being, yet submerged in the ocean of suffering. It is true, ‘To err is Human.’