Impermance of Life, nothing remain as usual.

Death is a subject that most people do not like to

hear about, talk about, or even think about. Why

is this? After all, whether we like it or not, each and

every one of us will have to die one day. And even

before we have to face our own death, we will most

probably have to face the deaths of other people—

our family members, friends, colleagues, and so

forth. Death is a reality, a fact of life, so wouldn’t

it be better to approach it with openness and

acceptance, rather than fear and denial?

Perhaps the discomfort we have towards death

is because we think it will be a terrible, painful and

depressing experience.

Thank you Teacher.

" Thank you teacher", I can read it. The story narrate about my best teacher who made life meaningful. The book also tells how important are teacher in the society.

Wish you Happy Teacher's Day!

It is a day, when student approach their teachers and extend their gratitude to them. Some come up with short & sweet poems, while other decade songs, speeches, even especial performance to their teachers”. Now lets jot, express & thank a teacher who made us   difference, brought from far end in a society. Today, I am sure, we all have some thing to extend, love & prayer to whom our life has made successfully.

Free of Education

" I was cow herder at the age of seven years". I have to take my cows for grazing every time, up in the mountain, dowhills and dense forest. I was entirely village boy. My parents make sure me to get enough grasses for cattles. Some time, i will be late in the evening missing some of cattles. I am third family and my two brother was already admitted in the school. Four of my younger sister are still in a line. I never thought of getting into school, neither parents did encouraged me. My friends are going school already. I was only dreaming my daily task, that is taking cattles into ground. My two brother didn't last long in the school. They never attend classes, bunked from school.

I lost my girl

It is ten o’clock, still waiting for my girl,

Night was dared in a silence, but my heart beats lot;

Sense of feared, shriek and disappeared,

I waited together with spinning of clock arms.

Know that once you were also clerk

Boss, I am sure once you were started with low, fear and in stoical ways. You might have got treachery, complaint from the angles and accentuates bad about you. I am sure, you were not happy as you are human. You might have blissful stories.

I regretted for 30buks only

I was on the way to office, reached near Zhantogpelri, Phuentsholing. People come to this place for prayers. If we look around, many people are seen praying, turning prayer wheels and making depth chanting to Bodhisattva. The temple is always surrounded who attributes eyes to God.