Tuesday, 3 July 2012

The two sides to a Story...


Just as how chivalry seems to be dead these days, Bhutanese weddings are turning out to more than just a social gathering in comparison to the sacred meaning these ceremonies had many, many years ago.

Dating back to 50 years when our grandparents or even when some of our parents got married, marriage was considered a holy matrimony between two couples that fell in love or had arranged marriages. Correct me if i’m wrong but in contrast to that, now days the sanctity of marriages is losing its traditional value and becoming more of convenience. Tradition is certainly losing its place in society especially in a place like Thimphu.
Early days, they didn’t have grand ceremonies but rather the groom would ask the bride’s parents for their daughters hand in marriage and thus consented would be proclaimed husband and wife. Even today, in the villages of Bhutan there are no such celebrations for a wedding but rather there are no parties nor would a feast be given. Instead the village would get together to give a small simple lunch for those who come to congratulate the newly proclaimed husband and wife. In most cases, there would be no such wedding but only in the case of when the girl would give birth, she would be considered as married.

For some since their parents lived in the villages and they in the city,  it was hard to get consent so they never really got married officially but started living together. As Agay doye says it “ Getting married wasn’t as complicated as these days...”

Tradition here has picked up that one throws large parties that assemble gatherings where you invite people you both know or don’t know and give lunch during the tenday and dinner for the rest of the community. In contrast if there was a wedding in the village or those days, a small lunch would be given and at night they would consume alcohol and offer advice to the newlyweds of their new life together.
There is a sense of community unlike now days here in Thimphu where everything has become individualistic and people are greedier and all motivated towards having more money. They feel that in dzongkhags such as Thimphu people throw away money unnecessarily to celebrate weddings and any occasions while in the villages tradition still remains intact with the people!
“There won’t be any huge party or a feast but some would prepare lunch meant for small gatherings and that was it...A simple Bhutanese wedding...” says Ap Tenzin. For him in the earlier days and back in his village in Trongsa, people still stuck together as one community and everyone would contribute one way or the other. For example, take building a house; the cost was minimum and the procedures was simple. We didn’t have to ask anyone for permission like now days to build in our own land as we had the right. The better off people would build three stories and those who couldn’t build just one story with Bamboo. Even the roofs were made from bamboo explains Doye and Tenzin.

Thus, impermanence and simplicity is what we all must strive for while still being kind and thoughtful!

Friday, 15 June 2012

Perfect Getaway

In my search for Happiness
I found Solitude
For reasons beyond any reasons
Not even the brightest star in the sky
Could falter to the night's discomfort.

As darkness seemed to soothe the troubled heart
Beyond darkness I caught the bright star
Up close it dazzled me blind
But I trusted my conscience
and walked the sheer wilderness.

For I was alone this time
But it did not mean complete loneliness
For I found comfort in myself
Next to a pristine little pond
and a hermit meditating.


Wednesday, 13 June 2012

Somebody I Know

I Slept in fear
As I have done a countless number of times
But this time it was different for good.

The endless insecurities and jealousy
screwed over any love I had
My eyes bled a thousand tears
But I cry no more
I stand stronger than I've ever been
Braver, smarter and Honest with myself

How much longer could I bare it all?
The injustice of my soul
and the scars I shall forever hold
The outer shell was of the purest form
While internally it grew toxic
Painlessly numb from it all.

The road wasn't very long
I took the one less traveled
and it still made no difference.
The war was over at last \
and I'm left without any faith....


Tuesday, 12 June 2012

Cold Cold Heart

Oh! dear sister she cried
Sipping any of the last whisky left
Embracing her youngest child
She wailed louder and louder

Death is never easy especially that of your own...
Whether she was a deaf or a mute
She would always be her own flesh and blood
With barely any communication
They spoke with just hand signals
For today she no longer exists

Leaving behind 9 family members
From a remote place in khasadrapchu
Poorer than the poorest
They begged for asylum
And aid for their crematory rites...

The monks had no compassion
Nor did they have any empathy
The poor were treated like pebbles
Even the Rituals were hurried
This defied the purpose of Buddhism
And my heart felt like it was staying behind...

So as I left the crematory grounds
I promised Asha to be back!

Thursday, 7 June 2012

Wish Today Never Happened

Something cheerless about the room today
the silence is almost excruciatingly painful
Similar to a funeral home surrounded by death.

There's a small girl in the corner
Her face I could tell was in total dismal
She stood idle facing a plain white wall
Her halo turned dull
And when I saw her face
I started to cry

I could read her clearly somehow
torn between two hearts
Which wasn't hard to see
But she had lost one today
and it was tearing her apart.

My shadow moved clearly behind her
a reflection that wasn't blur
a state of confusion as I felt her pain
Her knight in shining armour had died today
the day they were to get married at the altar

Just like a ghost waiting to be heard again
He was the one who taught her how to love.
Now she was all alone
afraid and fearful of whats to come next
as without him, she was almost as dead.

Her silent tears echo back in the empty room
with a sad smile she looked at me
"There's still hope left" she said
I have enough love still in my heart
as I always see him in my dreams...

Then weeping silently I left the room
feeling melancholic and hopeless!






Sunday, 3 June 2012

If Dreams Lasted Longer :::

It stood far away,
this place I saw in my dreams,
A lowly shack built like a stilt
Reminiscing about my old days
I found myself looking through the pictures and Videos
Like flashbacks and ghosts of the present all stood around me...

However, I was visited by a familiar face I was very fond of
The gentleness of the physique
the softness of the face reminded me:
In this unfamiliar territory that i wasn't alone.
Everyone stood around gazing at him
and my smile could clearly tell that
He came here for me...

And Lo! There I was in his arms the next moment,
While only pictures of another familiar face floated around.
But that wasn't my priority tonight
All I knew was
I was safe by his side
and he was there for me...

Back rubs and our fingers slowly touched
until our palms found each other
My heart beamed if only you could see
Like a small girl seeing her crush walk towards her
Gazing together out towards the starlit skies
Butterflies were stirring up within me...

"Don't know if i could be..." the song started to play
 with loud buzzing vibrations..
Soon enough, it wasn't my dream anymore,
but my phone waking me up
for it was 6:45 pm on a saturday night!!

I AM...

I am a Gun with no Ammunition
but always ready to shoot,

I am the Feet that is bare
Always walking the extra mile,

I am the neck that has turned blue
sore from being strangled,

I am the arm that is scarred
The number of times I've cut myself,

I am the eyes that see the world
But I was born Blind,

I am the Body that is wounded,
the constant blows and battery I've received,

I am the stomach on the operation table
from the 3rd abortion and mis carriages,

I am the Lips of an Angel
that silence none when in need,

I am the faith that moved mountains
But my religion is free,

I am the camera that sees the truth
expressed in pain and reality,

I am the Music that holds meaningful lyrics
Like an art with a thousand expression,

I am the dover waiting to fly
Killed instead with no Freedom,

I am the Pen mightier than the sword
linking words together making a story,

I am the Sky above your head
unpredictable any minute,

Finally, I am the word
Braver than all words combined.

Reverse Heart

Every conversation feels like a breakup And every poem feels like another goodbye What is the meaning of this? A constant reminder stuck in ...