In Gorkha Dress With Our Bhutanese Kids

At Tenzing Sherpa's Park, Darjeeling Zoo

My Forestry Family At Darjeeling

Great Khasi Warriors of All Time

Black Hat Dance At Drametse Monastery

Taking The Evils Out Of The Courtyard

The Parade of Monks Chasing Evils

Together We Fight, Evils Always Loss

The Warriors Celebrate Victory Aginst Evils

He Makes Sure That Evils Don't Return

One Two And Three, We Are Next

Gather Your Men, Begin Your Mission

Make Sure You Have The Arms

Make Sure Your Arms Works

Thank God,We won Battle of Our Life


From Father to a Missing Angel

Like a heavenly star you appeared from the rainbow, weaving rich pattern in my life. Your form akin to an angle by no means gave chance to put up the shutters of my eye. There was no one other than your mom and me who may perhaps understood the cooing and gurgling words, and to this rhythm, for a moment or two, I used to move my head around, snap the fingers and let my toe tap on the floor to boogie in joy. I was never troubled by your late night cries for you greeted me with your lovely smile as and when I wake to pick you up in my knees. When you are unwrapped, you would hurriedly move your hands and legs like a bird freed from the cage, and I used to quietly laugh seeing my baby girl ready to fly.

When I say ‘fly’, I in no way thought you would fade away in the clouds and never turn your face back to see how unhappily your mom and dad are breathing without you. I never knew who may come as my new family member; you were my daughter by destiny and not by a choice. Now, repeated the same by not knowing when you would leave to the world of angels. I regret not to have you waited for a minute; given the chance I would have begged you not to go away or if not at least get a farewell kiss from you. Few days ago you were close to me wrapped by multicolored costumes, and few nights ago you were away from me somewhere roofed by a coffin. Today, standing on this peak of agony, I think what if you come back like a sun that resurfaces after having been covered by blanket of clouds. Sometime, I wait for someone to wake me up from the dream in which my daughter dies ahead of time, and before me. No matter to what extend my heart is broken I will cover my pain to wipe the tears of your mom. My angel, my late daughter, I pray to the peer of the realm that you be born very soon as a good human being in a family of noble, and let us be reunited when I breathe my last air if not in this life time. Only if I cut my heart half, the world will know how badly I miss you. My words will never have end and will not my tears, so  it would be good for myself if I stop here. Miss you my angel.


Jangsem Monday; a meatless day campaign

Monday or the day of moon is a milestone in the datebook of different religion. The Jews read Torah, the foundational text in the morning of Monday while Hindus go for fasting to please Lord Shiva. It is said that the Orthodox Church observes it as an angel’s day where as the Theravada Buddhist celebrates it as a day of dispelling fear; Buddha’s relatives were disputing on the water rights which when he returned from heaven on the day of moon persuaded to compromise. So, keeping in mind on about the overlapping of such religious events on Monday and moreover being it the first day of week, we need to do something different than our normal routine. To begin the week with meat free meals would be interesting indeed.

History reads that during World War I, the US government received a word of honor signed by 13.0 million civilians in support of ‘Meatless Monday’ and ‘Wheat less Wednesday’ with a common target to aid the war by lessening the consumption of rations. This movement was revived in 2003 by Sid Lerner in association with the Johns Hopkins Bloomberg School of public health after having found that to cut meat once in a week is worthwhile than reducing fats in every meal. As of now there are 44 registered countries supporting the meatless Monday campaign.

In Bhutan, Meatless Monday is known as ‘Jangsem Monday’ which literally is a day of awakening mind. Our main objective is to inspire a diet which helps in saving the animals from being slaughtered, a diet which save us from gaining weight, and a diet which pull out us from competing with starving people. More importantly we address damaging impact of animal agriculture to the global climate change.

Not only the animals are butchered but when breathing they are kept in unsanitary jam-packed condition, and the unwell ones are left with no one to look after. It was recorded that every year 55 billion farm animals are slaughtered to feed 7 billion people and the count will heighten with population on the rise. However, 1 in 8 people are starving in the view of fact that 33 % of global cropland is used to cultivate animal feed crops and 30% of agriculture harvest is not feed to people but to the farm animals so as to meet the requirement of meat. In so doing, the meat industry produces 1/5 of the man made green house gas which means going meatless once in a week is far better than taking 240 million cars off road annually.

Therefore, why wait before its too late? Take a pledge to meatless Monday, and be in board of ‘Jangsem Monday’. One day in a week can make difference.


Dance of warriors in absence of local government

Fig: Civil Servants dressed in battle gears during festival with some senior warriors

It is customary for Tshogpas, the community representatives of Drametse to play a part as warriors of the clan during their local festival. But with the dissolution of local government and ongoing primary ground election, finding the warriors for the festival which happens in every twelve month is in question. During the festival the nonelected village messengers (Chipon) are in all time engaged preparing feast for hundreds from long-age, and to pick and choose the acting militia from the farms will be easier said than done. It was then the civil servants under the headship of officiating Geog Administrative Officer decided to partake in it. From the time we made our minds to serve during the festival, we received good number of well wishers fully supporting our move.

Fig: Warriors seated during ritual ceremony
After the training of what to do and what not, we dressed ourselves in the battle gears and marched into the chapel for blessing from the king of spirit warriors, Pekar Gyalpo, the peer of the realm. Having ourselves seated in a row, our duty was to roar load and clear before the effigy of the evils as and when the second commanding chief raises the victory flag. We the warriors then have joined the parade of monks and mask dancers so as to send-off the effigy to where they belong. After having the effigy burnt and roasted by the born fire, a couple of junior warriors followed the chief in dancing on the victory song. The most entertaining part was when the other warrior colleagues poked fun of the victory dancer who in crowd addresses of how great he was in his skills of battling. But such mocking act to one another during victory dance has to be avoided inside the courtyard as a respect to the monastic decorum. The victory dance was then followed by the dance of warriors where we chanted the victory song by raising our swords high in the heavens. It was out of the ordinary to learn that hundreds of farmers came to witness the festival solely to watch the performance of geog in-service persons and we were glad to satisfaction in their eyes. It was tiring task but yes we enjoyed ourselves as warriors and we wait to serve again provided that we get the opportunity.

Fig: Geydrung Sangay Wangchuk performing victory dance