From the early times of primary school rag balls or much better plastic-rolled balls or bald lawn tennis balls and eventually the famous black and white football to the present day of posh NIKE and ADIDAS balls, I have always loved playing football.
Posted on 08 Mar 2010 by KarmaCW
Life is but a busy buzz
People on the rush to work all day
A little time to stand and stare with gay
To feel that fresh and fancy breeze
And savor the sweet smell of daisies
An irony is at the end of day
A very few remains without a dept to pay
Posted on 02 Mar 2010 by StarThunderbolt
The wind was blowing very softly. My silky hair was swaying away from wind’s direction. I appeared black and white in dress with a goggle on my eyes. I was roaming in the street looking for a job. Suddenly, I saw a girl in black overcoat going ahead of me. I followed her about hundred miles and when I saw nobody around me, I called, “Yangchen.” She stopped and looked at me. My goodness! She was really a heavenly girl with a figurative and a sensational look.
Posted on 01 Mar 2010 by Boto
Five years ago, when I was serving as a volunteer at Tarayana I took a small group of emerging leaders of a Japanese company from Tokyo to a small remote village called Nabji in Trongsa. The group was developing an eco-village for sustainable living in Shiga Prefecture, near Kyoto. They hit a conceptual wall in their work, and the company’s president asked Dr. Mieko Nishimizu, who was a former World Bank Vice President and good friend of Bhutan, to take them anywhere where the experience could help break that wall. Tarayana and Dr. Nishimizu entrusted them in my care.
Posted on 28 Feb 2010 by Invisible
The SAARC Summit is finally here in our country. It is a moment of pride and duty to every Bhutanese. Pride, because we have advanced far enough to host such a huge regional congress and duty, because we must ensure the 16th SAARC Summit is successful in terms of logistics and hospitality.
Posted on 01 Mar 2010 by namguy9
High up in the mountains of Yudongla lived an old Yogi. The Yogi was meditating in his cave when one day, he saw something unusual. A huge hairy leg hung down before him from above his cave. It was the leg of a Yeti!
Posted on 26 Feb 2010 by JigmedTobgay
The most rewarding part of my work is the opportunity to travel to the more remote corners of the country and to get to know the people there. I am constantly amazed by the humour, wisdom, wit and the ability to weave fantastic tales that exist among our village folks. Some of my fondest memories are while sitting around the camp fires in the evenings, listening to popular folklores told with much skill by our guides, porters, and horsemen. I sit there completely captivated, my aches and tiredness from the day’s walk long forgotten. Some of these stories are so wonderful and such a rich part of our cultural heritage that they deserve to be heard, passed on and never forgotten. This is one of my favourites and I would like to share it with the readers of kuzuzangpo and hope that they enjoy it as much as I did.
Posted on 26 Feb 2010 by lilac
There was once a man who prayed to Green Tara every moment of his life. He prayed to her when he ate, he prayed to her when he worked and he prayed to her even when he went to toilet. He had a carefree life with nothing to call his own. He lived on bare necessities of life and had to work for every meal he had. He had one torn dress that he wore like his second skin. He would worry about what he would eat the next day. But whatever his condition was he never failed to pray to Green Tara.
Posted on 25 Feb 2010 by Cheche
I find it sad that we have taken Siddhartha’s desire to share with the rest of humanity his enlightenment and created a monster out of it to suit our own varied needs and interpretations. Are we not losing sight of the essence? Should it not be less about which sect has the higher incarnates, grander monasteries, more elaborate rituals, greater global reach and influence and more about just trying to understand what it is that the Gautama Buddha was trying to pass on to us?
Posted on 25 Feb 2010 by lilac
It was on a cold wintry evening of 2008
Towards the dusk, at the twilight,
There you came to this world of mine,
With the first sight, you mesmerized me
Beyond one’s expression was filled with bliss.
Posted on 22 Feb 2010 by tashi5445
Factual reports can sometimes be so humorous that you can sometime sit back and enjoy for having come across it with a bang. It so happened when I was doing my Post Graduate in RIM as a day scholar. Shuffling through paper cuttings and guide books I was busy completing my assignments. Totally geared up for in my task with a solid ambition to score well in the subjects in hand, I was deeply engrossed with my final touches to the papers when my mobile phone rang…….Jhalam jhalam gi ashi…..Reaching out for my mobile I answered in haste with my eyes still glued to my documents.
Posted on 20 Feb 2010 by tsheringtangbi
Human beings would not wish the icy winds of death to kiss them, but all will wish to live eternally with the perfect health, and the wealth of this world. But this is not a possibility within the human realm. Rivers dry, trees shed leaves and the world turn gray with the rhythm of seasons. The impermanence is invincible.
Posted on 19 Feb 2010 by leywang
Soft foam from the rich heart of virgin sea
Strokes the shy shores
Is the sea opening up, reaching out?
Or the sensual shore all-wanting?
Posted on 17 Feb 2010 by KarmaCW
Sitting at the edge of a sofa, Lamu hums like a bee whose buzz disappears into the thin air as the heavy songs of Lady Gaga fills the room and the ears of her grandchildren, busy getting dressed to go party.
“Has Losar become just another reason to get drunk?” she asks herself in disbelief, confused whether to curse the children or Lady Gaga herself.
Posted on 16 Feb 2010 by mYdMoS
I am neither an expert nor an academician that can go on expressing GNH in a very comprehensive and contented way that would derive applaud from the admirers. I must confess that I am an average Bhutanese as such GNH has been something that I would rather not discuss though I loved the very concept. I understand GNH with a simple underlying fact that it seeks to maximize the happiness of every individual. This is what we proudly showcase to the world outside.
Posted on 16 Feb 2010 by tsheringtangbi
Did any employed Bhutanese give a second thought whenever he or she asked for a pay rise or before asking a farmer for a discount on the price of vegetables? All civil servants, corporate employees, and businessmen, particularly the landlords, should seriously ask themselves the question I have posed.
Posted on 16 Feb 2010 by Kumola
“What’s in a name?” wrote William Shakespeare, “that which we call a rose, by any other name, would smell as sweet.”
What’s in a name, indeed, for what matters is who you are, and not what you are called. But, it is not at all sweet when you lose your opportunities in life simply because you are called by some other name.
Posted on 16 Feb 2010 by Invisible
In your life the sun had set,
A decade before my dawn
In photographs, we met
And I knew you through your songs
Posted on 12 Feb 2010 by RevolutionsFromTheInside
This happened during the night of the historic coronation day that was celebrated on 6th November 2008.
It was around 12 pm midnight. I was having a long conversation with Ata Gogo of the Gogo Internet Cafe at the Hong Kong Market. We talked a great deal about Buddhism, about great Lamas and Rinpoches, about the many sacred places in Bhutan etc.. and were about to leave home when a car flashed its light and stopped at about 50 metres away from us.
Posted on 11 Feb 2010 by JigmedTobgay
The dense fog engulfed my life;
nothing was visible ,
I was alone,
no soul could be seen
until a vague figure
started to appear in a distance.
Posted on 09 Feb 2010 by kimong
Cuddling with newly bought pillow,
She stared the ceiling feeling soft pillow,
Waiting for him to hug her with perfect will,
Impatient was she, real embrace to feel,
Her usual duty was done; for him, the delicious meal,
But had he come late night, in a restaurant for a dinner, paying bill.
Posted on 05 Feb 2010 by leywang
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