Tshewang's Journal

Written in tribute to His Majesty the 4th Dragon King of Bhutan as a part of 60th Birth Anniversary celebration; an initiative of Royal Bhutanese Embassy, Dhaka; Bangladesh.   In the mystic Kingdom, of land blessed with the prayers of those long gone! The last Shangrila- The land of Medicinal Cypress Lays a tale that’ll resonate for eons from now, The legend spans, in the life that is yet to be foretold, Long before the coming, the prophecy revealed! By the greatest saint of then, Terton Drukdra Dorji In his prose he read “Oh! The jewel land! From the mom bearing a central tooth as white as the priceless conch Will bear a son that is as white, in his heart and out alike Shall bring eternal peace and prosperity to the Kingdom As said, the boy was born, unknown to what his fate may bring. Remarkable birth signs: heavens poured, the rainbows shone And in its equanimity- the birds chirped in natural uniformity His younger days had shown; of being a...

Beneath a sun cloaked in the ashes of a faded love for humanity, Dhaka stirs. Rain falls sparingly, clouds a constant annoyance against the city's relentless rhythm. A cold breeze dances amidst the cacophony, carrying the early chirps of birds that haven't yet witnessed dawn. Crows caw, one leading the chorus with a mocking hump. Car horns blare, drivers sour-faced as they navigate the May Day chaos. Back in the room, an avalanche of books awaits. Medical and non-medical tomes stacked precariously, their bumps a testament to a quiet quest for knowledge. A Sutra, draped in an orange scarf, whispers the wisdom of long-gone Buddhist masters. A large fan hangs uselessly from the ceiling, a relic of a warmer season. On the wall, an old calendar declares 2014 a distant memory. Yet, a deafening silence prevails. The closet, five bars of soap, the study table, even the badminton rackets - all stand frozen in a silent tableau. Only the rhythmic tick of the quartz clock breaks the stilln...

Hello Folks! Yes I am back; and it is rainy in Dhaka as late. While it makes weather to be cool and calm negating the excruciating heat of the time; it creates lots of mud scores on the streets and most often my bus to the class is stranded on the way. But that is fine because I get to sleep more; and well if you say sleeping is the waste of time; I have heard quiet poignant adage saying sleeping is the best meditation! The traffic doesn't help at all! Just as always, the city flocks in huge number of cars, buses and lorries not to mention the bikes and rickshaws that often leads the way outward. Whatsoever, I am back now; and I am cognizant enough to say that now I feel like a doctor with wards and Outpatient Department taking most of my times! It has been a while, and I admit I am such a lazy one. On it's list was my travel schedule that kept me busy for the past month. Good vacation it was! I was in Mumbai with 12 hour layover on my way to Colombo for World Conference on...

The incessant buzz of life, much like the unyielding clamor of Call of Duty, pervades without pause, accompanied by the ghostly visage of a spectral lady haunting the peripheries of consciousness. Life unfurls its mysteries at depths we scarcely comprehend, relentless in its momentum, untouched by our desires or the fleeting grasp of control. The grandiloquent promises of politicians, their eloquence and statesmanship, offer little solace, mirroring the ephemeral allure of an amateur's melody. We find ourselves adrift, like fading zephyrs, grappling with the paradox of giving more than we receive in an endless cycle fueled by insatiable greed. The stage is set, awaiting our performance in this grand spectacle of existence. The narrative takes unexpected turns, presenting incongruities that defy conventional wisdom—a monk indulging in tobacco, a corrupt politician, a biased journalist, and the aloofness of societal elites. These figures challenge the boundaries of expectation and tr...

The recent decision by the National Council on requiring the ten years experience in taking the elected government office didn't come as a good hearing to me and most youths alike. As a youth activist; I have been working and trying to find the voices of youth included in our decision making process. I had the idea of model YOUTH ASSEMBLY, which after thorough discussion with few friends of similar interests barged on with a similar assembly called YIDDD . While the main focus was to foster the deeper understanding of the political issues in and within the country; the assembly herald quite an interesting platform rather.A more conducive and lucid in ways of educating on how to deliberate and debate on an issue and refute in a way necessary. Either way, the focus wasn't adjusted towards bringing our youth's voices in decision making process. The NC's decision of 10 years experiences has put another bar. As opposed to our cliche of saying 'youths are the future of ...