Yugzie Diary

 On 25th October, 2020 eight of us  started our journey from Phajoding base came heading towards Dungtsho. We walked through the beautiful tall pine trees with favoring weather for the hikers. It took three hours to reached Phajoding from Motithang, the ascent of which is challenging for many visitors. But believe me, the place has  rich practices of buddhism and holds many scared Buddhists artifacts.  The  mesmerizing Thimphu town view and our passion for hiking makes the journey wonderful. The Monastry was founded by  Phajo Drukgom Zhigpo and the name of the place has been derived from him. If you are visiting for the first time, you should spend time and learn the historical moments of the place. Out of many, I remember the story of Gadey Chorten build near the Budi tree. The myth of chorten is that it was build by Je Yonten Thai and Je  Tenzin Namgay after sitting on the flat stone near the lhakhang envisioning the style of the chorten. They are th...

I do not know if there is next life. I am not sure if I am right to say this. But the fact is I have never witness the next life. Never seen by my own eyes. I believe that as long as we do not intentionally harm each other, it is a precious life one can have.  We must understand the true essence of relationships among the living beings.  All it matter is how each one of us perceive it. The more you value, the worthier it becomes. People who value the relationship will surely have the essence of beautiful life.  Beautiful and positive life depend on your  environment. Dont feel ashame of struggling for the things you want in life because you are doing a favor of living a life of identity and independence.  Appreciate those who lends hand when you need them the most and create time in their busy schedule. Believe me, these people will never let you down at any cost. And remember to forgive those who does not know the essence of relationships. They do not know how...

 Here I sit, witnessing the invisible loud whisper through the trees. Come with rain my loud whisperer. Bring nester and give life to dead trees. Come and clean the face of earth for it is the home of many. Leave behind the dark side to save the world. Be kind to make living being feel you. Be kind to make living being wants you forever.  OH MY WIND, where are you coming from. Please come and clear my curiosity.  THE BUSTLING WINTER WIND.

 Was it all in my fantasy? I feel sad to see many bhutanese culture and tradition fades away. There were many different culture in different parts of Bhutan. Born in western part of Bhutan, i was more exposed to local  culture which holds a miracle place in my heart. I remember the interesting  moment of introducing the new born infant to the local deity. Earlier, very least visit hospital for child delivery. The popular one was giving birth at home attended by elderly experienced women. Isn't it a wonder? Everything was at the perfectionist.  If I am not wrong many of us are born at home instead of hospital. Wow!!!We are still healthy.  But now, it is not advisable to give birth at home because there are better child and mother care at hospitals.  Let me share how people at my place introduce the newly born infant to the local deity.  After the birth, three days is a period of hiding the new born inside the house. Neither the  family allows the v...

 I don't know if I am right to say that I belong to rich family background but I am proud to call myself farmer's blood. What satisfy me is to have neccessary things at my door step at this detrimental situations. I see people going around looking for vegetables and fruits instead of luxurious goods. Isn't it true?  No matter what position we hold, what we drive, or what is our living standard, everyone of us have to consume necessary commodities for survival. Nothing accompany as at the time of death. Therefore, we must learn to appreciate the value of those people who works hard for everyone's survival. Be proud to be called as Bhutanese and take a pride of calling yourself a inherent of farmers. Someone truly said,  the delicious foods are the food we consume at the time of  hunger. Thank you my family for sending me those important parcels. 

 Today is 9th day of lockdown and I never knew how it passed.  On the other hand, I have not been on my phone as I use to be. I take this lock down as precious moment for every one who gets  a chance to be with your dear ones and those proud citizens serving the nation leaving  families back home. No matter how dreadly the disease is, we must be positive and follow the precautions.   My lock down days have been so precious because I have a chance to be with my family. Honestly, I didn't had enough time to be with my family for more than two decades. I had to attend schools and college leaving my family back at home.  Now, as a working woman prioritizing duties has become more crucial.  The only time I get to spend with my family is during annual rituals and family gatherings. But that's not enough as we have to be busy attending guests and doing house chores. For last nine days, my mother, sister-in-law, my husband and our daughter companion made ...

Instant Thought at 3:A.M Lying on my bed with eye open at 3:00 A.M.  What could be the reason that keeps me awake? Insomnia or am I losing myself? honestly, getting chance to be alone in peaceful place has a greater advantage. I am realizing everything. Everything that has no purpose. Everything I am  attached with fades away.  Soon or later. The people who were so closed to my heart left me indicating the impermanence of life. Then, what is permanent? Wealth or physical appearances? None of these are permanent too.  When I was a young, I used to be an egomaniac and  i was being judgemental on everything. As I grow older, i realize the purpose of life.There is no place for hatred or regrets.   Exactly at 3:00 A.M(23.06.2020),  Silence taught me being judgmental is shit and I should never involve myself in messed up shits. Life is uncertain, dream big but dont compromise your character for other's judgment. We have different passions and stories to...