Wednesday, December 25, 2013

How was your Christmas Day?

Its Christmas. Living in a state where Christianity is the main religion, people go gaga during Christmas time. Well, I don't rejoice much on Christmas. This may be because of being a fanatic Buddhist. But its okay for anybody to have fun on any day. Is personal choice.There is nothing to do with religion. Since its Christmas break for all, everyone would be outdoor enjoying on their own way. 

On our part, we went to dry picnic with some Bhutanese we never know. See, its the charm of living in foreign land. Amid thousand of immigrants, Bhutanese are as insignificant as an ant. Yet, we share a mammoth bond . I felt blessed being Drukpa. I felt like home. 


But Bhutanese cuisine with Aussie wine made my day. We talked as if we knew from Bhutan. Later, we went to beach and basked the sun.


As the sun was about to set, we drove home. With belly filled to bottom, and head dizzy, it was an awesome moment of drive through west coast highway. I enjoyed. Hope all enjoyed and they had wonderful time this Christmas afternoon. 


A day well begun and well spent with laughter and cheers is Santa's gift for me today. 

Monday, December 16, 2013

On National Day

Lets remember! Exactly on this day, one hundred and six years ago, our ancestors pledged to serve the king, country and people. They unanimously submitted the power to warrior Ugyen Wangchuk. Subsequently, he became the first Dragon king of Bhutan on this day. The deities and guardian angels were the witness of this pact. 

On this occasion, let us all reflect and rejuvenate our commitments to serve the nation unfailingly. Lets us all put our country's priority at forefront. Let us all put collective effort to propel a better game plan for country's future. Let us remember who we are, and work with diligence, integrity, and honesty. Lets try again and again. Lets be resilient to failures. Lets wake up again and again every time we fail. We are Bhutanese; crazy, strong and focused. Lets not give up. Lets not fail.

Remember! "Failure is not an option," K5

Saturday, December 7, 2013

Work is worship

Last week I went to help my host with his work. I can't work and get paid until my Tax File No is registered and Police Clearance is through. Even for cleaning job, you have to go online with well-polished resume, along with all the details and references. Then the employment agency will select looking at your resume and cover letter. If you get short listed, you will be called for an interview. After that, the agency will provide necessary induction and safety measures training. Only after completing all these formalities, you are ready to start your work. Welcome to Australia!

When I arrived at the work place, he said that we would finish the work faster than the usual time. But I was surprised when I saw the house very clean- cleaner than every house I have been into my entire life. I said, "Hey, what's there to clean, when it is already clean."

"That is why I brought you here as a part of training," he said. I observed carefully what he was doing. On what was already clean stuffs, he spread chemical spray perfume, and then started scrubbing properly. After that, he cleaned the carpet with vacuum cleaner. Seriously, there was no single trash on the carpet. Well, that was all. It was a piece of cake for me. And they pay you 20+ dollar per hour. I also did same as him, but listening to music with ear phone plugged in, and talking to my friends. (by the way, its free call package) 


Had it been in Bhutan, cleaners will be discriminated. They will be looked down considering them as odd job doer. But here, everyone is same. They have high regards and respect for any jobs you do. People from different countries work here- all odd jobs and service jobs. Even Aussie themselves work in housekeeping and other service related jobs. I learned that some sweeper come to workplace exactly in time but driving BMW and sports car.

Back home, people used to make fun of those who are working here. They would say that for the lust of money, Bhutanese were cleaning toilets in Aus. But the truth is everyone is civilized here. And their toilets, with perfumed air and automatic system, are more cleaner than our living room.  Forget about dirts, we can't even find a drop of water, and water marks in mirror and floor. And the money they pay, whether it is cleaner, or desk job, its same per hour. Yes, people alike us, from all over the world: backpackers, holiday goers, students, et al, come here to work and earn. 

Money is not everything, but I believe, everything is money at this consumerism age. And the hard labour is rewarded. People save enough to pay bills, eat nice food, wear decent cloths, drive cool car, go to party, and then remit some to parents back home. Everything is in order. The new experience, new exposure, new food, new culture, new people. Everything won't be worthwhile, but everything is worth learning and experiencing.
Metro City, I was there after scrubbing floor for an hour. Entry Fee 10 Dollar.

Meanwhile I am still looking for decent(Odd) job, while some fellow countrymen, who are former Dashos, are cleaning and getting trained to do odd jobs.
 

So, will write more next time. Stay connected. Errors are all mine. Bear it. Time is money, and no time for proof reading and rewriting. 

Saturday, November 30, 2013

From Himalayas to OZtralia

By the grace of Tripple Gem, me and my girl reached safely in Australia.
For the first timer like us, boarding a flight from Paro Airport was exciting. The adrenaline drive was intense as we saw Tashi Airways fly in front of us. We knew that we would be leaving Bhutan in a while and leaving behind all our near and dear ones.
When our checking time was announced, I called my mom to say goodbye. She cried, and she stammered.  But her advice was enough for me to renew my already mentally prepared mind.
Druk Air with good foods and beautiful air attendants was exciting over the Himalayas.
Knowing that I will miss those serene mountains for many years, I kept on gazing from the windows. Those snow capped mountains, those prayer flags, those paddy fields started disappearing as we ascended more towards the unknown.
Finally, they announced that we would be landing in a while at Suvernabhumi International Airport, Bangkok. 

Everything was different. Like a frog from a pond, I was baffled to see the airport. No wonder to know that the Airport was 16th busiest in the world.
Believing in myself, and knowing that intuition will take care, I completed all the process of getting in Thailand. Booked a Taxi to an address given by my friend. 

The scene from Hangover II flashed back as we drove through the city of light- tall buildings and damn packed crowd with colours. When we reached Rangnan Apartment, my friend had come at the front door to pick me up. Thanks to him. My thought of getting kidnap subsided. 
Bangkok treated well. From metro to skybus. From spicy and delicious street food to cool shopping.
Next day, I was excited to see the streets from close up. Unlike Bhutan, the taxis were beautiful. The street was clean. Everything seemed in order, but deep in my heart, I already started missing Bhutan. I was just another stranger amidst millions, with millions of dreams.
After coming back from metro, the street was full of people carrying flags and blowing whistle. The crowd with yellow ribboned head stretched the street. For the first time, I saw a protest and demonstration. Scared ! I asked my friend, and he said to relax. Unlike India, people were more civilized, even in strike and protest. They were waving flags and hands. Smiling and walking for the cause- with their own political motive as the backbone of the protest. Whatever the reason was, the way they approached was exemplary. No treats, no extortion, no tear gas.
Later in the evening, knowing that we were travelling far the next day, we bought Chang beer, bangkok cigarettes, and then had a nice time at apartment.
For our transit flight we landed in Malaysia. We guessed that the airport would be much smaller compared to BBK. It was no different when we explored it. From D&G to KV, from Levis to all the brands I could remember, were inside the airport. Bhutan would take another 50 something years to build such infrastructure. But again, I missed home, since I knew that in few hours I will be landing in Perth, and never see Bhutan for few years even if I wish.
It was fun flying over Indian ocean and watching Wolverine in the plane, with wine and dine.
At 2 in the morning, we arrived in Perth safely and peacefully. Her friend was there to pick us up. But it took us half and hour to complete the formalities. The immigration and customs were very strict. ( Will write more on that)
In two days of my stay in Australia, I found the systems very different ( Which I expected). I liked the place and already started falling in love with many things.
Went to lake. Park. Saw sunrise above the ocean. The City Beach had many things to offer( beware of shark). Yesterday, had nice time drinking Golden Oak wine, Aussie beer, and playing pool in a nearby pub. She went to party with her girl friends. So far so good. All thanks goes to our host.
So, I will write more about Aussie experience. More plots and conflicts will keep on rolling for friends back home, and for my own sake of crafting memories.

PS: for this very reason, I have changed my header name to: From Yangbari to OZtralia ( Yangbari is a remote pla
ce in Kheng, where mules and ponies are the basic mode of transportaion. Thats whereI live)  

Tuesday, November 5, 2013

Old Shots

Archiving my old shots...

 lost shadow


 The path


Remains in webs