as we say old names

the light at the end of the tunnel
the flicker of hope for co-existing sufferers
misery loving companies

treachery sugar coated with extra icing
pain multiplied and suffering without anesthesia
life buffered with open wounds

its called trial by fire
known to me otherwise
sojourn through the media

THERAPY@YOUR EXPENSE... PAIN FOR PLEASURE

Happiness i have noticed is strictly reserved for the "I", "Me," and "Myself." Anywhere outside these regions the commodity is tagged with multiple labels. Acquired through corrupt practice, built on the corpses of others  are two popular taglines.. employed most famously.


Generally, we are all  good people.. blessed with the ability to display innate goodness and it is only in our weak hours, we are for-bearers of malicious intent and behavior. Most often than not though, all such conducts are imbecilic and the lead clown is always YOU.

And in such moments of weakness, our momentary lapse of reasons are just too frequent.

Now i'm not being the prudent prick here but sometimes... sometimes you do feel like you could just grab someone by their jugular and force what little Dharmic.. and Karmic wisdom you have absorbed.

In the expanse of my own mindscape, I have witnessed occasions where was part of the club, but to participate in those doggone sessions, I have always quoted less and spoke least.


Why?-because! (popular PassandDorji expression:-)


Them's all of the rumor-mongering-nature, hinted very subtly at most times toward people in the immediate parameters of the  gossip zone or toward a personality bigger in person or achievements that is outside the circle of the backstabbers club. But i have never been accessory to any such event..(A-myself to that).

People desist from them because they are those who have #1- no need or wish to do so. There is also the reason that the man upstairs has defined purportedly that those born with bat and balls are engineered strictly so that they do not develop affinity of any kind to derive pleasure out of any such act. But.. it's new-agey now. MEN BITCH..

A world citizen who has witnessed a sufficient amount of authenticated living instances of the now completely McDonald and shopping-mall-devoured-world said this:  (ME)

PROTECT FLAG WITH DIPLOMATIC TIES, NOT SENTIMENTAL STRINGS

The flag is ours to protect only in our homeland but outside its parameter is subject to number of conditions, diplomatic ties included

Inside Bhutan, national emblems, symbols and logos are all revered, some worshipped and to say it straight; protected under governing laws. But as much as Bhutanese would have wished-for, unfortunate incidents have come to pass and it passed like the country in general and its landlocked feebleness are both staggering.Outside, consumerism conquers all, and it includes compromising national sentiments in exchange for fine-delivered goods. This seems to be an accepted parallel in many countries in the west and European regions.

While all products ensuing are proudly flaunted on one side, feelings are deeply hurt on the other. Few events are witness in the past where flags of respective nations were burnt and people marched in streets protesting such acts.

When the image of Lakshmi (an Indian goddess) was printed on swim suits and India witnessed massive strikes and burning of Australian flags.

The Bhutan flag ended up on Adidas (a multi-billion dollar sports apparel company) shoes, back in 2008 and recently this year the Bhutan flag was spread bold over boxers and thongs. Café press.co.uk, an online store was identified as the entity responsible.

It would come to light here, Bhutan has recently released the Royal wedding symbols which have now been franchised to different in-country companies for commercial purposes.

It also means more of eye-catching designs for people and businesses to find on the World Wide Web, and of course to use as they will.

skin of my teeth

as it whisked away..
i saw nothing but darkness.
and the world was black
in those split seconds
where did i go..
my body was perhaps giving-in to laws of biology
and only minutes later did i see her in tears of  blood
wailing at my feet with the most beautiful smile

the part that sucked was
i made a trip and i didn't catch any tour details
no scenery no pleasantries..

guess i was out of my body but there was no experience

for the life of betel nuts i wouln't want to go that trip again..
it is still bone chilling as a memory..



what if..

evilofthehour: PAIN FOR PLEASURE.. THERAPY AT YOUR EXPENSE

evilofthehour: PAIN FOR PLEASURE.. THERAPY AT YOUR EXPENSE: Happiness i have noticed is strictly reserved for the "I", "Me," and "Myself." Anywhere outside these regions the commodity is tagged with m...

VANITY CLARITY

I'm sitting at this Café facing the street, and i have all the time to kill while sipping one generous flush of caffeine after another. Actually, i was impatiently waiting for a very important call.. from a certain truck-driver-turned-company manager.

So I am sipping coffee and looking out the window. Well this is what they must have meant about people taking time to sniff the flowers. I am observing every men, women, boy and girl on the road. Dogs, and other he, she and her-shes included. They got my attention.


Sue me for concluding on this, but every dude on the street thinks he is 'the dude.' The gals are all dressed to make the walk and.. safely presumed! they think 'all eyes are on me.'


Pants, skirts, kiras and ghos...


They really seem to style the person's to ease into walking - without fidgety and unruly scratching, pulling and pushing.


The kira drapes our damsels to the nine but it also accentuates their otherwise unshapely contours.. Ahemm.. that maybe applies to only a few on the street who still have the glaringly visible - medieval countenance. Otherwise, the attire actually complements their gait, and actually gives every one of them a signature style.


Looking at a few punk-ass teens and a crowd of what appears to me as newly sworn-in working people or fresh blood seeking a life of service, i gather that, for this portion of the pie; The gho is an uneasy opulence of fabric for the one wearing it strictly on hallowed grounds and moonlit occasions. For the other group i'm looking at.. ...mostly seasoned and sun-burnt potatoes (literally for some of 'em) the same apparel is a second skin and and i'll bet it often makes it till the dance floors of the city.


From what i have seen, i will also reiterate a thought i always shared in conversation with friends. It  always seemed to me, that the gho demands a pot belly while well rounded and big butts are mandatory for the wearer. That is so required in order that the squarish and swash-buckle look is achieved.


Well.. theory proven and unanimously confirmed.


Voila! theory proven to confirmation. The 100 plus passersby makes it unanimous.


Tight pants turn heads and the skirts do a better job at it. Its an observation but it is also a well known fact.

Hats that look like a furry animal perched on heads catch attention... and it caught mine too. Women wearing high heels look nice ... but for some it looks like its too high for them to handle. I say, *If you can't sell it don't wing it.*