I read this post in Romance Meets Life <http://www.romancemeetslife.com/2011/10/blowing-my-trumpet-10-things-i-like.html > and <http://alotedbabe.blogspot.com/2011/09/blowing-my-trumpet.html#.UcLNotjPxn4> in Purpose Driven Blog. And, i liked it so much that now am trying my best to blow my own trumpet. It's not so easy to blow your own trumpets.
I cant even realize why is it so hard now to put things down in paper. I can hardly write anything. So just when i am starting a lot of negative thoughts and em
1). I am 100% dedicated to my work. Whatever work you give me and i will go to sleep only after i conclude that work. Even if its personal or official work. I want things to be organized.
2). I am good at using computers. I know Microsoft Excel, Word, Power point and most importantly Tally which is very popular among the corporate/private employees here.
3). I love to love too. To be honest ,I have a very few friends. My friend circle is quite limited. May be i can keep track of them in my finger tips. However, i am a very sincere, generous and loyal friend. Even if you call me at the middle of the night to do anything or go anywhere, i am willing to accompany you.
4). From a very young age i have realsised the significance of money. And, i know how to manage it. It makes me being independent.
5). I can do things by myself. I can go shopping Even if i am alone. I can manage to do most of the things alone by myself. I don't need to cling to any of my friend. And, its not boring to be alone. I enjoy my own company. I love to be by myself.
6). I don't like wasting. Here it means to waste time, thimgs, food, anything and the list goes on. I hate to see when people don't realize the value of time.
7). I love cooking. I try to watch as many cooking and food channels as possible while at home.
8). And, i dont really know how to say it. But i am a YES sort of person. I am a very easy going person.
9). I consider myself to be a tall lady, tall in height, tall in mind and tall in soul. Considering most Bhutanese lady(ies) who are quite short in stature, i consider my self fine. Most of my friends envy my height. :P
10). The positive and optimistic side of me always compels me to work better for tomorrow. I always want to see The Sunrise of Tomorrow morning.
Now, you tell me readers what are your good traits that you want to share? I guess, it will be equally difficult for you too. Please try writing it.
Thursday, June 20, 2013
Monday, June 10, 2013
The Broken Dream: Jiah Khan's Suicide Letter
(I dont know what to say. The ugly side of Bolloywood Here is the text from actress Jiah Khan's suicide letter allegedly addressed to Suraj Pancholi. This letter was shared to the media by Jiah's mother through their publicists.
"I don't know how to say this to you but I might as well now as I have nothing to lose. I've already lost everything. If you're reading this I might have already left or about to leave. I am broken inside. You may not have known this but you affected me deeply to a point where I lost myself in loving you. Yet you tortured me everyday. These days I see no light I wake up not wanting to wake up. There was a time I saw my life with you, a future with you. But you shattered my dreams. I feel dead inside. I've never given so much of myself to someone or cared so much. You returned my love with cheating and lies. It didn't matter how many gifts I gave you or how beautiful I looked for you. I was scared of getting pregnant but I gave myself completely the pain you have caused me everyday has destroyed every bit of me, destroyed my soul. I can't eat or sleep or think or function. I am running away from everything. The career is not even worth it anymore.
When I first met you I was driven, ambitious and disciplined. Then I fell for you, a love I thought would bring out the best in me. I don't know why destiny brought us together. After all the pain, the rape, the abuse, the torture I have seen previously I didn't deserve this. I didn't see any love or commitment from you. I just became increasingly scared that you would hurt me mentally or physically. Your life was about partying and women. Mine was you and my work. If I stay here I will crave you and miss you. So I am kissing my 10-year career and dreams goodbye. I never told you but I received a message about you. About you cheating on me. I chose to ignore it, decided to trust you. You embarrassed me. I never went out, I never went with anyone else. I am a loyal person. I never met anyone with Karthik I just wanted you to feel how you make me feel constantly. No other woman will give you as much as I did or love you as much as I did. I can write that in my blood. Things were looking up for me here, but is it worth it when you constantly feel the pain of heartbreak when the person you love wants to abuse you or threatens to hit you or cheats on you telling other girls they are beautiful or throws you out of their house when you have no where to go and you've come to them out of love or when they lie to your face or they make you chase after them in their car. Or disrespects their family. You never even met my sister. I bought your sister presents. You tore my soul. I have no reason to breathe anymore. All I wanted was love. I did everything for you. I was working for us. But you were never my partner. My future is destroyed my happiness snatched away from me. I always wished the best for you, was ready to invest what little money I had in your betterment. You never appreciated my love, Kicked me in the face. I have no confidence or self esteem left, whatever talent whatever ambition you took it all away. You destroyed my life. It hurt me so much that I waited for you for ten days and you didn't bother buying me something.
The Goa trip was my birthday present but even after you cheated I still spent on you. I aborted our baby when it hurt me deeply. You destroyed my Christmas and my birthday dinner when I came back. When I tried my hardest to make your birthday special. You chose to be away from me on Valentines Day. You promised me once we made it to one year we would get engaged. All you want in life is partying, your women and your selfish motives. All I wanted was you and my happiness you took both away from me. I spent money on you selflessly you would throw in my face. When I would cry for you. I have nothing left in this world to live for after this. I wish you had loved me like I loved you. I dreamt of our future. I dreamt of our success. I leave this place with nothing but broken dreams and empty promises. All I want now is to go to sleep and never wake up again. I am nothing. I had everything. I felt so alone even while with you. You made me feel alone and vulnerable. I am so much more than this." or whatever. RIP Jiah. It was published in TOI).
( The Times of India)
"I don't know how to say this to you but I might as well now as I have nothing to lose. I've already lost everything. If you're reading this I might have already left or about to leave. I am broken inside. You may not have known this but you affected me deeply to a point where I lost myself in loving you. Yet you tortured me everyday. These days I see no light I wake up not wanting to wake up. There was a time I saw my life with you, a future with you. But you shattered my dreams. I feel dead inside. I've never given so much of myself to someone or cared so much. You returned my love with cheating and lies. It didn't matter how many gifts I gave you or how beautiful I looked for you. I was scared of getting pregnant but I gave myself completely the pain you have caused me everyday has destroyed every bit of me, destroyed my soul. I can't eat or sleep or think or function. I am running away from everything. The career is not even worth it anymore.
When I first met you I was driven, ambitious and disciplined. Then I fell for you, a love I thought would bring out the best in me. I don't know why destiny brought us together. After all the pain, the rape, the abuse, the torture I have seen previously I didn't deserve this. I didn't see any love or commitment from you. I just became increasingly scared that you would hurt me mentally or physically. Your life was about partying and women. Mine was you and my work. If I stay here I will crave you and miss you. So I am kissing my 10-year career and dreams goodbye. I never told you but I received a message about you. About you cheating on me. I chose to ignore it, decided to trust you. You embarrassed me. I never went out, I never went with anyone else. I am a loyal person. I never met anyone with Karthik I just wanted you to feel how you make me feel constantly. No other woman will give you as much as I did or love you as much as I did. I can write that in my blood. Things were looking up for me here, but is it worth it when you constantly feel the pain of heartbreak when the person you love wants to abuse you or threatens to hit you or cheats on you telling other girls they are beautiful or throws you out of their house when you have no where to go and you've come to them out of love or when they lie to your face or they make you chase after them in their car. Or disrespects their family. You never even met my sister. I bought your sister presents. You tore my soul. I have no reason to breathe anymore. All I wanted was love. I did everything for you. I was working for us. But you were never my partner. My future is destroyed my happiness snatched away from me. I always wished the best for you, was ready to invest what little money I had in your betterment. You never appreciated my love, Kicked me in the face. I have no confidence or self esteem left, whatever talent whatever ambition you took it all away. You destroyed my life. It hurt me so much that I waited for you for ten days and you didn't bother buying me something.
The Goa trip was my birthday present but even after you cheated I still spent on you. I aborted our baby when it hurt me deeply. You destroyed my Christmas and my birthday dinner when I came back. When I tried my hardest to make your birthday special. You chose to be away from me on Valentines Day. You promised me once we made it to one year we would get engaged. All you want in life is partying, your women and your selfish motives. All I wanted was you and my happiness you took both away from me. I spent money on you selflessly you would throw in my face. When I would cry for you. I have nothing left in this world to live for after this. I wish you had loved me like I loved you. I dreamt of our future. I dreamt of our success. I leave this place with nothing but broken dreams and empty promises. All I want now is to go to sleep and never wake up again. I am nothing. I had everything. I felt so alone even while with you. You made me feel alone and vulnerable. I am so much more than this." or whatever. RIP Jiah. It was published in TOI).
( The Times of India)
The Perfect Match
With the long silky black hair hanging on her shoulder, she was none less than an angel. She looked even more beautiful with the velvet sleeveless top that she was wearing . The red lipstick on her lips suited her perfectly. She was the most beautiful woman i had ever seen.She was a perfect angel.
I couldn't believe myself that i was right in front of a very gorgeous woman whom i had seen countless times in my dream. Even though, i had seen a blurred image of her in my dream i could none the less feel she was the same girl of my dreams.Yes, my dream girl. I pinched myself every now and then to make sure i believe it was a reality.
She was all smiles and blushing and so do i.
I knew my heart instantly. My heart whispered isn't she the one? How i wanted to touch those lovely hairs. How much i wanted to go closer to her and hold her soft fair hand. How much i wanted to hug her.
Our conversation ranged from introductions, to family matters, to music, to movies, to politics, to future. We chatted continuously for nearly few hours. I dont have even the slight knowledege how time flew by so fast. As fast as the wind, may be. May be, that what happens when one falls madly in love, yes love at first sight.
Ohh, how much i adored her or liked her or fell in love with her. All at once. Feelings are so hard to understand.I can admit it was love at first sight.
She was charming, witty and intelligent and of course not to forget beautiful within and outside. So, true to be in love. All wonderful combination in a single soul. I envied her for taking my heart away.
While i was dreaming in my thoughts. She asked me what i liked the most? I muttered enough courage to speak to her.
Ahh, my poor heart was racing. So fast that i could hear my own heart beats. I didn't know what i should be saying. I didn't have any proper and definite answers. I couldn't be saying this and that since there are so many things i usually like and do. Moreover it was HER at this moment. i couldn't help myself to tell her it's you dear. How ever being a shy and introvert guy that was out of my mind.
Finally after enough contemplation, i decided to tell her i liked watching television.I whispered watching television since voice do not come easily at this time. I felt like i lost my voice. I couldnt even properly hear my own whisper. But not letting her to think something weird like television soaps, i said a little loudly and proudly sports and news.
What type of sports? She was there blah, blah....
I was lost again. I couldn't hear her. All i saw was her lips moving. As i was contemplating again whether to propose her and simply let my heart open for now. And what if she doesn't think the same way i do. My pride for rejection urged my poor self to shut down at the moment.I finally decided i would let her know when the time was right.
Silly thoughts overtook my otherwise calm self. I was acting like a fool but it happens in love, i reminded myself. Even great and powerful people acted foolish when in love.
Suddenly my zeal to know her better let me speak my mind.
As i was about to ask her what's her favorite things was.I cleared my voice and as i was about to ask.. Then, oh my bad luck. Couldn't have any thing worst than at this moment. The lights turned off. My poor webcam and internet chatting abruptly ended. The height of worst frustration and know what it took few days for the power department to fully restore the electricity in our locality. I am still thinking of our resumption.
(haha this short story is originally written by myself only inspired from numerous short stories i read in naija. stories. I didnt copy paste from here and there so please bear with my grammar. Thanks once again readers and i would love to hear from you).
Wednesday, June 5, 2013
Few things i liked & disliked about ESCAPEDES
In the last post, i mentioned somewhere that i am reading Escapades Awakenings by Dorji Dhratyul. It is an interesting novel by a Bhutanese Author set in the rural village of Mamung, Zhemgang. It has a Bhutanese touch. When reading it, i felt i was connected with it. There is Bhutanese in every essence.
The book is written in a simple language which is easy to understand. It brings a good insight into our society. It is lively and full of interesting accounts.
Book lovers especially Bhutanese literary writers/readers will love it.
And, i really appreciate Mr. Dorji Dhratyul for bringing out such a lovely book solely focused on women, our Brave Bhutanese women. In fact, what makes it extra more special is The book is written by a man. A man taking all the effort to address woman's social issues.
However, there is still room for improvement.
In any case, this is not a book review. Here are few things which i listed as likes and dislikes. But the opinion is solely mine.
Few things i liked:
a). It presents some interesting storyline and details. It has tried to bring into account all things associated with Bhutan, like the culture, tshechu, festivals,etc. This information is useful, helpful and knowledgeable to people like me. I really appreciate the author for bringing in all those details.
b). It is an eye opening to learn about what happens in rural villages when so called govt.officials in the pretense of touring the area do. The young village girls and the village Tshogpa and Headman have to try to please the officials by lavish welcome and entertainment ceremonies for the guest.
c). Moreover, all due to them and their selfish deeds how so many innocent young village girls are exploited. It is worthy to note that in the name of culture how this so called tradition is becoming an eye sore. As a result, many fatherless kids are born and how single mothers endure to raise them.
d). I liked how the author brings into light the plight of young children who have to work for others. It is not often that a yound maid or alu tami succeeded in their masters house. They have to go through all the hurdle like getting beaten up, sleep without food, scolded for no reasons etc.
e). The author takes us into a very humble village, with lots of hardworking, kind and selfless villagers (rustic- what the author uses now and then).
Fiw things i disliked:
a). The story of rag to riches, poverty to strength and power, corporate success and political power looks more like a Bollywood mixed . The protoganist is so ambitious that she even uses herself to promote her business. (Oki its a fiction) Something so similar and familiar.
b).Cant even imagine the situation in a scenario similar to what happens when Chechey meets Jamyang for the first time. Oki, even if you are siblings from the same biological father and if you dont know each other. If a girl or boys falls in love with each other only to realise they are biologically related by their father. What a shame.
c). How ever the author missed the thriving Drayang culture. In my perspective it would have been better to include the Drayang Culture too. Since it's so much popular now a days. And, for a girl with just Class IV passed, it couldn't have been any better.
On a general note, i like the story. It is captivating, simple, bold and plain. It is well written. It brings light to evil in our society and life.
It is available for Nu. 600 only. It is also available online in pothi.com.
Hope you guys will have the time to read it.
Saturday, June 1, 2013
She was My first Love
Dear Readers,
Welcome to June. June is a wonderful month for me filled with lots of memories. A couple of days from now i will be marking another new chapter of my life. Ohh don't get me wrong, its just that I will be celebrating my ........th birthday.
So, to start of the wonderful weekend i laid my hands on ESCAPADE Awakening, a Bhutanese novel by Doji Dhratyul.
Oki, Are you still feeling the Poll Hangover? Wake up Guys. It's a new day and the Poll results are all over. Not seriously inclined with Politics, i missed the opportunity to cast my secret or sacred (as have been the reading in the media) vote. I missed the NC Election too. Never mind, i have finally thought to cast my sacred vote in the final round, i.e on 13th July 2013.
Feel the rain, the onslaught of summer. Its been raining for days. I like it today morning rain and sun.It was amazing.
However, i would like to leave my readers with this short creative story. Very sweet and beautiful but non the less sad. No matter what, it is worth reading. The simple language format used by the writer and the way it is narrated further exemplifies the underlying of the story.
Hope you will enjoy it.
She Was My First Love
Just like the queen of the night oozes its fragrance at night time, reminding it of a day that was beautiful and giving it hope of another beautiful tomorrow, so is this story of mine. A story of two young minds, finding a common understanding and appreciating the value of friendship, togetherness and love. Even though the forces of nature sometimes destroy the beauty of the world, we still appreciate the times that we were happy and thank God for giving us the good old memories to muse over and merry in.
The age was seven and the class was primary two. Significant things, difficult to forget happened that year. It was the first and only time I topped the class, it was the first and only time I won a prize and it was the first and only time I had an almost perfect friend and lost her.
Her name was CHIDINMA.
She was my classmate, new in the school, fair in complexion and I thought she had behavioural problems because she was really slow with everything she did, both academically, in movement and in speech. Everyone in class saw her as a ‘dollard’ who could not comprehend a thing and struggled to be a step ahead of the least. I didn’t see her that way. Maybe I was biased. Why shouldn’t I be? She was beautiful and always had that look in her eyes like the looks I saw in the eyes of the hollywood actresses. She reminded me of the movie ‘ANNIE’ whenever I looked at her.
My likeness for Chidinma grew and I was always happy going to school every morning. My mum thought I had suddenly fallen in love with school. It wasn’t school mum, it was Chidinma. I shared my biscuits with her on one of her lonely breaks and from that day, we became friends. Only then did I discover she wasn’t the ‘isi aki’ everyone thought she was. We grew from class mates to friends and from friends to close friends. She neglected the girls when they called her ‘spoilt’ for preffering the company of the opposite sex during break and I neglected the boys when they called me ‘woman wrapper’ for choosing Chidinma instead of playing ‘police and thief’ with them.
Soon, my Chidinma began to bloom academically, proving my instincts right and proving the other pupils wrong. She must have needed time to settle in properly which I guess was the reason for her initial poor scores. I liked her even more after her breakthrough.
We used to walk home together, holding her younger ones and sharing tales we wouldn’t tell the others at school. She became my best friend as we fondly called it back then. We shared biscuits, talked about things appropriate for our ages, and sometimes, I resisted the urge to do those things I saw people do in movies to her. Yea, I resisted the urge to kiss her.
During the Christmas holidays, I volunteered to follow my aunty whenever she was going to the market because I knew we would always pass her house along the route. I used to peep in and wave if I saw her but if not, I’ll just go to the market feeling the pains of an unfulfilled mission. This I did until she travelled to her village to spend the new year. I waited patiently. Built up my courage and rehearsed a scene on how I’ll kiss her when she returns. I didn’t know much about love, I was too young to know but the feelings I had for her was next to love if it wasn’t love.
Then…
The day of resumption… Three days…. One week…. Two weeks…. Absence.
Then an obituary…
Her fair face, smiling in black and white with her mother and siblings. The siblings I used to hold. It was her, involved in a ghastly motor accident, burnt beyond recognition. Number plates, tooth and other little clues were used to identify them. Her family was wiped and I couldn’t hold back as hot tears filled my eyes. I knew what death was at seven and it meant I’ll never see her or her little ones again. I’ll never get to kiss her.
And I went to school everyday, looking at her vacant seat, wishing she could come back so that we can walk home together like we always did but it never happened. I walked home alone, lonely and sad. Memories of our three months old friendship flooded my head each time I walked home and tears were forced to fall sometimes.
Back to present…
That is how I remember it. Thanks to childhood innocence, I wasn’t depressed for so long even though my academic performance that term was a little below my usual performance and I lost that zeal for school that mummy loved. I still remember her every now and then. Even till this day, the memories flood back sometimes and each time I remember her, I feel happy for the opportunity to have had that kind of friend. Soft spoken and strong, intelligent and wonderful and lest I forget, beautiful. Now, she’s not a major thought as Biola *my girlfriend and maybe my future wife* has stolen my heart but she will always remain in my memories till I die.
She was my first love.
Source: Romance Meets Life
(This short story was first published on Naijastories.com)
(Please do not copy it in any form. Should be reproduced/published only after acknowledging the source)
Have a wondeful weekends.
Welcome to June. June is a wonderful month for me filled with lots of memories. A couple of days from now i will be marking another new chapter of my life. Ohh don't get me wrong, its just that I will be celebrating my ........th birthday.
So, to start of the wonderful weekend i laid my hands on ESCAPADE Awakening, a Bhutanese novel by Doji Dhratyul.
Oki, Are you still feeling the Poll Hangover? Wake up Guys. It's a new day and the Poll results are all over. Not seriously inclined with Politics, i missed the opportunity to cast my secret or sacred (as have been the reading in the media) vote. I missed the NC Election too. Never mind, i have finally thought to cast my sacred vote in the final round, i.e on 13th July 2013.
Feel the rain, the onslaught of summer. Its been raining for days. I like it today morning rain and sun.It was amazing.
However, i would like to leave my readers with this short creative story. Very sweet and beautiful but non the less sad. No matter what, it is worth reading. The simple language format used by the writer and the way it is narrated further exemplifies the underlying of the story.
Hope you will enjoy it.
She Was My First Love
Just like the queen of the night oozes its fragrance at night time, reminding it of a day that was beautiful and giving it hope of another beautiful tomorrow, so is this story of mine. A story of two young minds, finding a common understanding and appreciating the value of friendship, togetherness and love. Even though the forces of nature sometimes destroy the beauty of the world, we still appreciate the times that we were happy and thank God for giving us the good old memories to muse over and merry in.
The age was seven and the class was primary two. Significant things, difficult to forget happened that year. It was the first and only time I topped the class, it was the first and only time I won a prize and it was the first and only time I had an almost perfect friend and lost her.
Her name was CHIDINMA.
She was my classmate, new in the school, fair in complexion and I thought she had behavioural problems because she was really slow with everything she did, both academically, in movement and in speech. Everyone in class saw her as a ‘dollard’ who could not comprehend a thing and struggled to be a step ahead of the least. I didn’t see her that way. Maybe I was biased. Why shouldn’t I be? She was beautiful and always had that look in her eyes like the looks I saw in the eyes of the hollywood actresses. She reminded me of the movie ‘ANNIE’ whenever I looked at her.
My likeness for Chidinma grew and I was always happy going to school every morning. My mum thought I had suddenly fallen in love with school. It wasn’t school mum, it was Chidinma. I shared my biscuits with her on one of her lonely breaks and from that day, we became friends. Only then did I discover she wasn’t the ‘isi aki’ everyone thought she was. We grew from class mates to friends and from friends to close friends. She neglected the girls when they called her ‘spoilt’ for preffering the company of the opposite sex during break and I neglected the boys when they called me ‘woman wrapper’ for choosing Chidinma instead of playing ‘police and thief’ with them.
Soon, my Chidinma began to bloom academically, proving my instincts right and proving the other pupils wrong. She must have needed time to settle in properly which I guess was the reason for her initial poor scores. I liked her even more after her breakthrough.
We used to walk home together, holding her younger ones and sharing tales we wouldn’t tell the others at school. She became my best friend as we fondly called it back then. We shared biscuits, talked about things appropriate for our ages, and sometimes, I resisted the urge to do those things I saw people do in movies to her. Yea, I resisted the urge to kiss her.
During the Christmas holidays, I volunteered to follow my aunty whenever she was going to the market because I knew we would always pass her house along the route. I used to peep in and wave if I saw her but if not, I’ll just go to the market feeling the pains of an unfulfilled mission. This I did until she travelled to her village to spend the new year. I waited patiently. Built up my courage and rehearsed a scene on how I’ll kiss her when she returns. I didn’t know much about love, I was too young to know but the feelings I had for her was next to love if it wasn’t love.
Then…
The day of resumption… Three days…. One week…. Two weeks…. Absence.
Then an obituary…
Her fair face, smiling in black and white with her mother and siblings. The siblings I used to hold. It was her, involved in a ghastly motor accident, burnt beyond recognition. Number plates, tooth and other little clues were used to identify them. Her family was wiped and I couldn’t hold back as hot tears filled my eyes. I knew what death was at seven and it meant I’ll never see her or her little ones again. I’ll never get to kiss her.
And I went to school everyday, looking at her vacant seat, wishing she could come back so that we can walk home together like we always did but it never happened. I walked home alone, lonely and sad. Memories of our three months old friendship flooded my head each time I walked home and tears were forced to fall sometimes.
Back to present…
That is how I remember it. Thanks to childhood innocence, I wasn’t depressed for so long even though my academic performance that term was a little below my usual performance and I lost that zeal for school that mummy loved. I still remember her every now and then. Even till this day, the memories flood back sometimes and each time I remember her, I feel happy for the opportunity to have had that kind of friend. Soft spoken and strong, intelligent and wonderful and lest I forget, beautiful. Now, she’s not a major thought as Biola *my girlfriend and maybe my future wife* has stolen my heart but she will always remain in my memories till I die.
She was my first love.
Source: Romance Meets Life
(This short story was first published on Naijastories.com)
(Please do not copy it in any form. Should be reproduced/published only after acknowledging the source)
Have a wondeful weekends.
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