tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28047029135079215172012-02-16T20:16:49.408-08:00If you cannot be a poet, be the poem. David CarradinePemahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11584988114849984847noreply@blogger.comBlogger141100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2804702913507921517.post-52515736146799972732010-05-11T22:35:00.000-07:002010-05-15T11:28:24.723-07:00

What would you do if you were caught on the crossfire and stray bullet hit you? Worse, it blinds you forever. And then you confront the person who blinded you. Would 'forgiveness' ever have a place in your heart? Forget this. This is an extreme case. What if someone talks behind your back? Obviously you would retaliate. Or else wait to avenge one fine day. Having browsed a webcast (

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For the first time I am reproducing someone's -someone whom I deeply look up to - article (speech) in my blog in the hope that you'd know THE PERSON IN OUR MAJESTY as much as I knew it having read his speech delivered at the Madhavrao Scindia Memorial Lecture in New Delhi on December 23. Thus,at the risk of being branded as plagiarised or reproduced or copied article, however you may put it, I am

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Ladies & gentlemen.On behalf of BHUNY and on my own behalf I would like to extend our deepest appreciation for your presence tonight.Coinciding with our beloved Drukgyal Zhipa's 54th birth anniversary and the first coronation anniversary of our Druk Gyalpo Jigme Khesar Namgyal Wangchuck, we are not only gathered here to pay tribute to two great people but also to show our solidarity to our fellow

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Around this time next month, great news will come from Scandinavia. Every year Sweden and Norway recognizes the greatest contributions made to the world in Literature, Science, Medicine, Economics and Peace. In 1895, a Swedish Scientist, Alfred Nobel, signed a will to give away his wealth to those who has made supreme achievement to the humanity. Today there is no greater honour in the world than

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A year ago, I entered the world of blogosphere with nothing specific to write about. I am not a regular blogger, hence. I post entries as and when my heart calls for it. They say, ‘To write is to live forever’. Wouldn’t it be nice when you are ‘over the hills’ to read and look back on how you spent your hey days? Wouldn’t it be nice to read how you celebrated your 30th B Day at 40? How about

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The security guard glances at my ticket and directs me in between two women in the last second row of The Beacon Theater. Not long after I take my seat and fumbles my bag for a book, the woman on my right whispers, ‘Is it P-ma (Pema)?’ I am totally taken aback. I couldn’t believe my ears. How on earth does she know my name? Never have we seen each other before. I just bluntly stare at her eyes.

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12’o clock last midnight I turned 27. I should be blowing out the candles and raising a toast for ‘happy returns of the day’ with friends and my brother. Couple of days back I got a birth day greeting card from the new friends I made on my recent trip to Ohio. That was the first birth day card I ever got in my life. I’d never moaned that I couldn’t celebrate the most important day of my life for

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Hold on!...No, I’m not going to narrate the story of the apple you have in the refrigerator. It's about the big 'A' Apple. It’s about the Apple that connects you to the world, it’s about the Apple you plug into your ears and listens to your favorite songs, and it’s about the Apple that would wow your friend if you own it. You have an Apple MacBook, haven’t you? Perhaps owns an iPod. Else you’d

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Happy birthday my kingYou are the king of all kingsYou are the pride of the nation With you on the throne, Drukyul is assured of peace and successMay all your dreams for Bhutan and Bhutanese come trueGood health, long life and peace be all yours at all times. Happy Returns of the Day!!!

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Congratulations!!! dudes on achieving your degree. February 17, 2009 was an unforgettable moment for many of my close friends with whom I had laughed, walked and shared my ‘sir’ life. Donned in dark blue gown and hat and nervously taking picture, holding the degree certificate, beside His Majesty the King was an honor and a privilege that many of us can just dream of. HM’s gracing the teacher

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Given the bone chilling weather these days, I almost every day hop into a starbucks and grab a coffee. It gives me respite from fatigue, cold breeze slapping my cheeks, and time for myself to be on my own world. However, these days, one of the starbucks coffee's USPs, if i could say so, has really gotten me that's printed on the cup of the coffee. Its not always inspiring though, but most of the

Pemahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11584988114849984847noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2804702913507921517.post-83689455449377573252008-08-06T12:40:00.000-07:002009-01-27T20:22:34.233-08:00

He is our family's unsung hero. He's our(five brothers & a sister) second parent. He is our big brother. He's our everything. We dearly call him as 'Ata/Acho Phuntsho'. Thank you ata/acho Phuntsho for all your unconditional love, loving care and dedicated hard work. We are hugely indebted to you that we could never repay your sacrifices and unconditional love showered on us even in many rebirths

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A boy was born, amidst the rumbling of thunder and terrific downpour as if there rages a fight between gods and demons in the sky, in a far away hamlet. He was born fourth in the family of three daughters. The birth of a son was always believed to be a blessing. He was born at a time when large family was looked upon as a wealthy family, notwithstanding the daily struggle of the family of

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“My clothes, towels, tooth brush, shaver, cups, glasses, plates, shoes, socks and just about everything I touched and used were kept separate by my wife. Even my own kids were not allowed to come near me. My family, friends and colleagues – they all ostracized me.”- Bhutanese HIV patient in an interview with Kuensel, Nov 27th, 2004From the moment scientists identified HIV/AIDS, social responses

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