(OVER) SHARED-CONSCIOUSNESS

To go around 'poking' everyone on Facebook is fun; the after-effects from the ricochet, well... not so much. The blanket statement is of course very relative. But hear me out, anyway.

A miracle of technology that came to pass; the world-so-connected is even more tightly-knit. Everyday interactions have become so 'excessively-detailed'  and intricacies that are inclusive of microscopic-attention-to-details; make us want to pull the emergency hatch to 'oh god please kill me now.'

The level of shared consciousness alone, which has been achieved, its just magical! A joke cracked in Hollywood generates the same laughter here in Bhutan. Bhutan-so-far-far-away!(:-). considering how communications was such impossibility years back, it unfoubtedly remains an unbelievable feat [but the moment's over for the 'Once upon a good thing'].

SO What did spoil it all?...

Supposedly, the thing that happened where it originated... well it is happening here and now. Just like any easy wish that eadily came true, things have started to soak in the dye of undesirability.

Every day the 'annoying' gets a new layer of uneasiness.

On deeper contemplation, it's a 'no-brainer' how it all got to be so queasy. 

Person XYZ on Facebook breaks news followed by regular status-updates on details about morning rituals of gargling; characteristics and color of a heavily downloaded 'residue' in the commode. 

They are, simply said, not required-ingredients for general conversation, general salutations or ice-breaker at gatherings.


Them ingredients of news, being highly unpleasant, not to mention downright disgusting you are already scarred for the day, 'cause even if ignored they feature repeatedly in your chson of thoughts like a rolling movie imprinted at the back of your overly-interactive mind that is connected to the over-sharing world wide web of information.

Get this, in social gathering,  some conference or perhaps even in the streets, you can actually zero-in on faces and remember them as the fine netizens from the highly unsocial social media. All thanks to and, courtesy of  unleashed and unrestrained sharing on - everything.

Its a public consultation workshop you happen to attend, you notice the woman sitting ten chairs away is a familiar face. No, you have not met her personally! Not ever, but you  know she got bruised in love, she had a binge and purge session the previous night, and that she still has a "bad hangover from an awesome night-out."


And the mook in torn jeans who in his online profile describes himself as an extremely 'young at heart 30+ dude,' who goes around passing lewd comments on random pictures of people. In  reality he's a "30+ family man" donning decent apparel, with a kid and lady companion. Talk about self defamation... man!

If you look around, there's No such commodity in existence that goes by the name of Privacy. It is actually on a downhill dive from a mile high roller coaster. Surprisingly, there is no grievance over this little extinction... prying minds are engrossed in more peeping and open minds are liberally in their comfort-zones.

At work, its a head-on competition for time between adding friends online and deleting workload on the desk. Alluring gadgets and games to try out, irresistible applications to download or finish work before-time? - For an open weekend!  And while we're at that, almost 24-7, we can kiss our 4x4 vision- goodbye, cause eyes are the only peepers employable both on and offline. Take heed!

In your next soul-searching session, if you find yourself all empty and castaway from life (although you have 900+ friends on facebook and an unbelievably busy 'net-life' in cyberspace), do gather will power enough to really take a walk in the park, revisit real people.

There might be some awkward situations, especially about smart-ass comments and supposedly harmless wisecracks. Serious explanations ahead huh?

Still, the fate of many is not what is described here, because judgement is still swift in many cases. And luxury of sense does send them to reach for prompt 'settings' to keep wayward minds at bay.

Supposedly, one good aspect of the social-media, is that it does bring people together and keep them connected.

If you miss some important events on some days, you can participate online, with gracious wishes and generous adjectives. And although, people are disembodied and devoid of actual human-touch and presence, but a good level of that guilt is removed by tapping online substitutes.

In a similar situation to circumstances above, in an experiment; parents who didn't pick-up their kids on time were fined by the day-cares. The experiment concluded that the guilt of making very 'late appearances' is compensated by paying a fine, and hence parents showed up even later than before. 

Nonetheless, the highly-connecting network does have its shining moments. 

People would never have personally interacted or socialized with neighbors who are, sometimes a short-walk-away or just downstairs, but they have never missed out in commenting on photos and wishing goodwill on their message boards and 'walls' for their anniversary celebrations, new born's naming ceremonies etc. In fact they are even up-to-date about intimate future plans of strangers connected to them through other strangers. All thanks to the social media communities.

SUCH A THING IS PROGRESS, IT’LL HOLD YOU BACK

A modified expression of how certain views were discerning of the now four-year-old democratic institution. They hinted: “something in the skies of HAPPINESS is rotten…” Maybe the back-kick was too much HORSE power, or perhaps the CRANES flew-by, only for a dropping.

Most striking, if heard correct: Women hit Khuru-grounds… supposedly, this offended Deity-Groins. Therefore, bombs exploded, fires spread, and floods flourished… windstorms came-a-blowing… glaciers melted and earthquake happened.

Agreed… it’s a confusing matter-of-fact. To laugh it off, or cry out loud? – “in shame that is, moron!” And nothing good comes out of such thoughtless propagations. The ignorant classes being the bigger masses, and the huge masses being huge in numbers and being hugely receptive to such concocted revelations, they will not head for the exits in an orderly fashion – PANDEMONIUM!

Although, post-calamity names for the places were quite catchy: Bumthang to Meh-tang, Phuentsholing to Bomb-tang: [Name calling!!!] ‘Haa’ seems awkward enough, it was spared.

Always the good-for-nothing-creative-lot when it is about mindless nomenclature… (not that the names put in place out of dead seriousness are doing a bang-up job; cross reference - flamboyantly named streets which miserably fail to serve their basic purpose (of addressing locations)

BUT... YENU RASCALAs… MIND iT!

This is also an honest-to-God, a Good-lot, easily bent toward Goodness. We will come to the rescue of a suddenly ailing neighbor; No questions asked, no second thoughts. We will stop on lonely stretches to help people whose… motors and morals are on a breakdown, on or off highways or ‘anyways’ and set them on their way… Up and on the emotional mainstream- No strings attached!!

All that established, we will still speak English, even when among Bhutanese , in a room full of Bhutanese . We will always promote the infamous oriental ancient Bhutanese art of smearing tsuney on flag poles and electric poles, on park benches, on pillars and walls of public infrastructures etc.. etc.

We will always pee on our neighbor’s wall, staring at the moon while we hum… “khoya khoya chand..” But we will never pee on our neighbor’s house.

Reason: because we are not petty jealous people, reason also because… neighbor owns big black dog…

It almost seems like; the more advanced the grapefruit gets, the more regressive, all internal functionalities get, inside our noggins. And all that is just toward maintenance of that status quo. Maybe it’s true...

Where visions are mechanically synchronized to be real, and promises are seemingly meant to be kept, it is still at best, and in one’s best interests to handle all businesses up-front, personally! This is the new world.

That means, not flying off the handle, leaving unresolved issues in Trust and Faith’s hands (and those are not the names of the cute chicks you saw at the bus stand). Every day, and then every new day, is proof of how a little push is most necessary from within, to fuel that spark, which only later… very much later becomes the self-sustaining fire or the unwavering drive of excellence.

Collectively, such an event has not been witness to History, and thankfully it has also not been witness to collective buffooneries either. A person no matter how deprived of welfare should always retain that vital reservoir of bitter but rewarding wisdom, of truth.

The lame excuse is broken… the broken lame excuse is handicapped. The handicapped broken lame excuse is now terminally ill…

In this great future now in existence, the promised greatness is the one you should be painfully prepared-for, Otherwise, the profound negations will withdraw your numbers and, the withdrawn numbers will inspire profound negations.

Now showing Live - PLAYING DEAD

When living, if we are destined to die, while dying, the few lines we leave behind would immortalize us, and that is the only shot everyone supposedly gets.. at immortality.

When we return to being the dust from where we sprung, or when we are finally on the verge of becoming the dead owner of a head-stone, the few words mumbled under fast fading life-conditions, would remain forever the words people will recall as the words to remarkably and memorably mark your life.

Now that really does place some grave urgency on our 'last words!' But, with what words would we part from this green earth? Would we even gather enough breath to utter those few final words.

There would be a notably impressive account of how you pulled your plug and with what final words a great soul came to pass, if you are world famous, and a personality of commendable influence or reach, and one that did not commit any socially malignant crimes.

They'll deck the halls with such grandeur, through which your lifeless body will be displayed for those eyes who came to witness a final glimpse of you.

The lovely words, spoken one last time of you,  will be those that the speaker has carefully sifted through from your passed life (prior to their final visit to you), in order to pick one quality of yours they recall or that one instance recollected about you which puts you in good light with them.

If they find none, well...since you're not gonna be around anymore, they will utter the first dozen beautiful adjectives that pop out their heads; no harm done!

If you were a most evil man or woman that ever existed or a most infamous personality who did nothing but suck the living life out of the good people around, there will definitely be great numbers marking the end of you, with a lot of joy and fanfare!!

Of course those closely knitted with such a person in terms of ideologies, sadistic thinking, and the common need to put one's singular needs over those of the remaining six billion or so; they will miss him/her with all genuineness.

Personally I can give comprehensive description and location of a certain spineless Machiavellian, a highly-functioning reprobate and his nefarious accomplice, who would fit this category (like a set of jigsaw pieces). No bounty on their necks so, I'll skip the Intel-proliferation.

The average person who earns his daily rights to eat, drink, breathe..with honest grind and toil, one who never compromised other's well-being to push forward their own prosperity, is among those whose birth and death, just revolves in the giant wheel of existence,..but makes no marked difference or impression on the rest of the world.

They will be remembered by a handful, but they, will be truly missed.. and maybe missed and reminisced by others until their own time arrives, to leave the world. - I want to be that..

Scratching at such a figment of fact though, is not only lobbying for demotivation, but also a sad waste of time. When the switch actually flicks, no one is best rehearsed or dressed. The whole train of thought seems pointless at this point, but its life on earth and its worth writing about or pondering.

Such an odd topic- Death!.. despise it, loath it,fear it.. it will but creep into us and our daily doings. Mocking death (our mortality) obviously makes everyone feel immortal, so let us all grow FUNNIER bones.

I DOUBT Me, NO DOUBT..

Perhaps we’ve, really declined in evolution, so to say, in terms of ‘trust issues,’ or ‘faith and forgiveness.’ Given the many moments in our lives when we misinterpret, well-intended acts of goodness or when others do the same, we may very well be doing the downhill jog.

And all that, because we are ingloriously capable of an incurable sarcasm that seems to be embedded in our very fiber, cynicism so omnipresent, we forever find within ourselves, a gratuitous drive to ‘read between lines,’ and doubt 'everything'. Now all that relocated and observed in another person total up to being very unpleasant and socially awkward, under varying circumstances. A very inconvenient matter of fact, in fact!

Sighting such a sample, in the persona of someone other than ourselves will bring out the previously almost, non-existent saints and all their high horses galloping into our being.

Notice-One simple thing about how we inadvertently require supplementary adjectives, comic wisecracks to communicate a heartfelt message - written or vocally.

Check! - When we are in-communication, disembodied from the person or people on the other end; brackets, hyphens, smileys and all other available emoticons online are employed. When we are up-close and personally interacting, we make use of other practically enacted literary devices.

Why does person-A add a smiley (:-) and a follow-up expression of laughter, when actually- we/he/she is volte-face and intensely devoid of emotions what-so-ever! Why does me/we stress our genuinely flowing emotional words during dialogues exchanged in a heart2heart or in a soul searching session?

Consequentially a didactically pragmatic avatar of 'you' is instantaneously born. IT PREACHES...

Well, whatever it preached, fact remains: it’s just a matter of shifting the position plaques on different days. As told by somebody and retold by me: maybe it’s your turn to be the pigeon today, but you will be the statue tomorrow.

The unquestionable truth here is: All of us have the same extrasensory perception that is extremely rocket-fueled by entertainment mediums, and technological changes around us. All to our detriment! So we fall for jackass scams, make asses out of ourselves.

In a manner very far fetched, but befitting such a situation, this could be a good thing... in view of maintaining excellent order of business or being the corporate skeptic and the razor sharp professional.

The only coup de grâce  here is the imminent doom of humankind and the decadence of the quality of souls which enter and exit the currently myopic world, which; Every single one of us, effortlessly ignore.


And we achieve this unimpressive feat, for all of us, are prosperous in our ocean of misery and short-lived impermanence.

Gone 2011 Gone

Gone old year gone

62.5 ngultrum liter-a-gas gone..

sack of money with the common man-robber gone..

Gone old year gone

holy relics with chorten vandals gone

September 18 earthquake with a big bang gone

Gone old year gone

Last chance with hair for hairless ministers gone

Second-last year in Parliament for glycerine-eyed MPs gone

Gone old year gone

Terton Tsata Lingpa's boy hood gone..

dear mr. Dev Anand  gone..

Man-who-dodged-bullets' pot belly not gone..

Gone old year gone

Truck Driver got away with murder gone

Spineless-Machiavellian-Monkey rolling naked in blood money gone

Gone thankless year gone..

Poor man's prayers unanswered gone..

Working man's efforts down city corp.'s drain gone

Gone, gone, gone..

Good riddance to cursed year gone