Zhemgang is economically one of the poorest districts in the country today. Approximately 30,000 people call this district home. Khengpas take pride in their own dialect, rich history, unique traditions and customs. The dialect is estimated to be spoken by nearly 20% of the population in Bhutan. Only three of the gewogs (Ngangla, Nangkor and Trong) have some access to road, electricity and other modern facilities. Five other gewogs (Shingkhar, Bardo, Bjoka, Goshing, and Phangkhar) are accessible only on foot. This is one of the accounts of Lekey Dorji, who participated in 2008 general elections, in this episode he describes his familiarization experiences in some villages of the gewogs of Trong, Nangkor, Shingkhar and Bardo - politically clubbed as Bardo-Trong Constituency.
Posted on 03 Jul 2009 by lekeydorji
Tashi reached for another spoonful of peanut masala and stared glumly at the music video playing over the bar. A woman paced slowly through a piney glade, hands behind her back. She was wearing a lavender kira and long silver earrings, and she didn’t look directly at the camera, but wistfully to the side, into the waving branches of the cathedral-like trees. You are my true treasure, she sang in Dzongkha. We are destined for each other. Her black hair whipped in the wind as she looked longingly up to the crests of the mountains.
Posted on 03 Jul 2009 by HollyJean
ok readers i am back here with another article.
well i went to my home town, punakha for paddy plantation. its really difficult to work in the field.
so welcome me back here. hehehe.
Posted on 01 Jul 2009 by Nedrup
Of late, sadly, I have been noticing that rate of new articles being posted is decreasing even at a time when are having the 3rd session of Parliament. I thought we should be having a lot of articles, surpassing our appetite and ability to finish them reading. But it doesn’t happen. Let me believe that this, in no way, is an indication that its readership is dwindling. I guess it may merely be a temporary state of affairs, where everybody is taking a back seat.
Posted on 29 Jun 2009 by FreeFall
I’ve until now sought in many kinds
Of thoughts that lived short in my mind,
No dreams and desires do the perfect peace render,
To rest thoughts, dreams and desires I shall not surrender.
Posted on 27 Jun 2009 by leywang
His toes were blistered, lips and hands cracked and his feet was bleeding. The harsh wind beat against his face and his tattered clothes. Sonam have run away from the orphanage at the middle of the night when everybody was sound asleep. He couldn’t sleep, how could he when all kind of thoughts tormented him? Sonam was just a kid of 11 years and from such an age; he had been made to understand the harsh realities of life! He was brought to the orphanage when he was just 6 months old and he doesn’t know who his parents are. People say his mother was a beggar and had died on the streets protecting him from the cold. The only people he knew were the kids like him and the staffs of the orphanage and his foster parents.
Posted on 24 Jun 2009 by WhiskyLullaby
Why are we unfortunate? Why do we have to face all the hatred and wrath hurled towards us like pots and pans? We didn’t do anything to deserve this but then who would care! Who will talk because we can’t voice our thoughts .we are as good as dumb and some men are as good as deaf to hear our cries and our pleas. Whatever happened to “peace and happiness to all sentient beings”? They look down at us, we are deemed as a nuisance. We are as good as “punching bags”. I am a stray and this is my story.
Posted on 23 Jun 2009 by WhiskyLullaby
It was August and I was still without any job. My last hope was to wait and try my luck in the RCSC exams.
One day Sonam Zangmo and Zamin, our two year old daughter came with their uncle and aunt from Chukha to see me. Sonam lived with her uncle and aunt who were a very kind and jovial couple.
Posted on 23 Jun 2009 by JigmedTobgay
The other day I went to apply for a Security Clearance at the Royal Bhutan Police Branch Office below the Memorial Chorten (in Thimphu). There were quite a number of other people who had come to apply for the Clearance like me. Some had come to check whether their clearances were ready. But the moment I stepped into the office, an elderly policeman chidingly gestured me to get to them from outside. Going outside, I learnt that people, in lots of four or five, were craning their heads to the maximum elastic strengths of their necks to hand in their application forms or to inquire if their clearances were ready through four or five different (traditional) windows, and not exactly service counters. An average man/woman of 5.5” can hardly make himself visible to the officer concerned inside. We should pity the fates of those fellows shorter than this height.
Posted on 19 Jun 2009 by FreeFall
The Centre for Bhutan Studies is organizing The Storytelling Conference from 28 to 30 June 2009 in Thimphu at the CBS Conference hall.
Posted on 19 Jun 2009 by Kuenza
That is a situation of the Modern Bhutan i guess.
Well it was a cool evening..i went for a walk and then i ended up in a restaurant...i meet few young ladies in their 20+ i guess their ages..
i join them that day..and we became friends ..we shared coffee,tea..and talked ..and i frequently visit that place and i found them always there well we shared sharing our life experiences and everyone of them has their own experiences.
Posted on 11 Jun 2009 by Nedrup
Should the civil servants in all the three brances of the Govt. including Autonous Agencies, Constituional Bodies fucntion in accordance with the Policies , Rules , Regulations and Procedures framed by the the RCSC? Please share your views and help in drafting a good RCSC Act. The draft Bill is available for public viewing on the National Assembly website.
Posted on 09 Jun 2009 by Public
Choden is a mother of a one year old daughter. She lost the real life just when she thought it was beginning. She blame herself for the failed marriage because she couldn’t workout the choices she was offered. Now she is worried about the brunt her daughter has to face having to grow up with fatherless child though born to legitimate parents. Her work came between and neither could she refuse.
Posted on 07 Jun 2009 by ugeent
Another day of drought
shallow is the water
soaring vultures wait
Posted on 06 Jun 2009 by Doug
The sign boards painted red and script with sweet phrases highlighted in yellow reads “Be aware of shooting Boulders”, “Be cautious, Landslide ahead” etc, suitably placed in the site that can be spotted by all. Such sign boards are seen at every site of landslide, flood probable area and accident likely area in national high ways. Many might have notice that in this particular area, the condition of road is dreadful and uneven.
Posted on 05 Jun 2009 by jopaul
As hungry as a ghost, I feebly walk
In the street of rich looking for food
Begging in my own tongue, but futile
They cannot understand a word.
Posted on 03 Jun 2009 by namguy9
A clear blue sky enveloped the narrow valley of Paro in the late hours of the morning. The sun glared at the life down below. A small gush of air jostled its way through the hills and trees. The freshly erected prayer flags fluttered in rhythm to the chirping of birds unseen in the bush yonder. Paro seemed to be at a standstill, save for the lone red car speeding its way on the small road by the river, its ripples glimmering miraculously in the warm air. I stood by the view point overlooking the airport taking an old camera and clicking on all possible scenery I viewed.
Posted on 02 Jun 2009 by heehaw
One Saturday morning I saw yet another thrilling scholarship announcement. There were 2 slots available for pursuing Masters Degree in Library Science. The scholarships were funded by a German Agency called the Society for the Promotion of Education and Training which had donated a grant of 1 million Euros to the Royal University of Bhutan.
Posted on 01 Jun 2009 by JigmedTobgay
A lovely lady with smiling lips shining
Twinkling eyes and caring words softly uttered
My luck and my worth, I sigh in pleasure
Being her man I’m proud and happy.
Posted on 01 Jun 2009 by namguy9
The romp of love beguiles, a playful horse
my heart a rider gripping spirit's trip
a bit of banter falls from saddled lips.
A candor canters, musical in source
a clip-clop hoofing it, my fruit is tossed.
Her lust is cantaloupes so sweetly quipped
yet love's a cherry deeply red of lip
outspoken rips in bound'ries' gorgeous loss
Posted on 29 May 2009 by Doug
I had found a temporary job as a clerical Assistant in the office of the Executive Engineer at the Department of National Properties. My work involved arduous cross-checking of the bills and maintaining their records in various registers of prodigious thickness.
Posted on 28 May 2009 by JigmedTobgay
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