THE QUALITY OF SOULS.. and H.I.V the BRINGER OF G.O.D

When one is witness to an event, an act that flicks the switch of reality - WITHIN. When you are the viewer, and the event and the act is an experiment or spectacle for you to watch, you make a spontaneous array of decisions and promises in your conscious or subconscious mind in that instant.

These are very retro moments and MANY (those wise-enough) will take lessons and gather wisdom (of course the unfortunate soul who committed the blunder is the man Friday owing to whom you gained that bit of insight).

When we hear about people, who closed their doors to LIFE in a box of HIV, first thing that strikes a generally conscious, moderately informed human mind is; perhaps the said person was a bad dude..or a wayward chick who went sniffing for it and had it coming. Well deserved! No votes of sympathy there..

That's one way to go! And then there are some of us who think, maybe it wasn't his or her fault and perhaps it was an unforeseen stone in their lives, destined to be stepped-on. Mazel tov! Lot of  RESEARCHED COMPASSION & INTELLIGENT UNDERSTANDING HERE.

Let's talk TODAY. A good lot or maybe a ginormous chunk of people will fall into the second type of categorization. Thanks to the worldwideweb across the world, minimally discounted Internet charges and the forever-trying Health entities here in Bhutan.

On December First (WORLD AIDS DAY), here in Bhutan, four people living with HIV will go public and disclose their identities. Personally speaking I think it will be more like 'walking the plank' for them.

Will the general (hopefully generous) populace start shooting daggers at them and thereafter plan a massively sadistic campaign to avoid every small tributaries associated to them (friends, families, cousins, dearly close neighbors..)? implications..IMPLICATIONS.

If hypothetically, say what was described actually came to pass, then isn't that a big kick on our BIG-GNHing-BUTT. That was just a small bubble momentarily implanted to your brains. I'm sure It will not happen..

Personally speaking: Must we really prove what popular rumors and jokes outside have already succeeded-at. -
"Bhutan is a land of sevenhundredthousand yak herders - Barbarians!"

Let's not be the army personnel's friends who sold him public in the immediacy of discovery that he was living with the cursed bug. Or let's not be parents who get "bugged" their little ones. Let's not be the Parents ourselves. check out story at BBS site.


The darkness, and then the new sunrise must be one big torture package for those who sense every ticking-seconds with microscopic precision. Like you're sent to the gallows everyday and then again the next day.


It's someone else's shoes so, we cannot 'feel' it. It's best that society show a human feel to those unfortunate out of broken fate, or miscalculated itineraries.


The expression, "I'm only human," was generated so thoughtfully, 'cause it pulls many out of the quicksand of errors, lapses and intentional slip-ups.


Best advice not to throw to the wind would be; to employ the luxury of sense and reason when you have it and wield the knowledge of cause and effect, while all our prostates are, ALL OURS to have.

I PULLED THE PLUG..

Few years back, I was part of a near death experience - "my own"..  and few years later I was part of a near death experience.. again - my own (again!)..


I'm not scared of death,.. I just don't wanna be there when it  happens - anonymous


That really doesn't work when you're face-down with the very thing (it) and you are actually near-verge to piercing the veil. The other side!!


IN my state of utmost sobriety, I do now recall the stench of decomposing Lager through my flared nostrils and everywhere inside the cursed ALTO car which was actually supposed to be a ticket to unlimited fun till break of dawn. (A most successful con from the then Ed - Gops Acharya)


Khandu, my pilot of doom, and crazy me riding shotgun to our near demise.


The ride was smooth all throughout the familiar Thimphu highway until we tread grounds through to Bjemina. With minimal cruise control absent to our deep fried Medula oblongatas, our systems were pumping high and glorious on all things brewed everywhere and nowhere..  you name it.



A very elusive thud puts the staggering motor to a cease-fire, and there is a dark, dreary silence inside the ale-infested vehicle.


I lift my now, 20 ton-head with bravado risking only the consequence of tilting bile upon beer therefore causing a most vile explosion from my mouth. Well that's what I thought, 'cause what lay beneath us was our watery death (and that's a literal).


Imagining the almost 300 feet drop-zone, which would have taken us 'swimming with the fishes' (no joke there) maybe way, way until Wangdiphodrang bridge, I still get the shivers... heinous heebie-jeebies..


A single line of barbed wire fencing pulled us back from our well deserved curtain call. Man! what a way to go and what a stupid DEATH! (it would HAVE been), if not for the actually mediocre-job-of-a-fencing, gracious acknowledgement of course also goes to the truncated pine fences.

Roll credits and Good night!


Don't wanna think about it for ever, and ever, and ever, after this piece is lost to me..


Ever wonder why we never learn from our dearly-averted life threats?
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Never mind the arrow, shot in the dark. I'm just hoping it hits- some bull's eye.


So..ummm..  no answers from my side.


Hey, I'd tell you of my other near-death experiences but Its really getting old.. and I never die in those narratives.. SO spare you the torture.. hhahaaahha..


BUT them's all true stories huh!

STOCKHOLM.. in BHUTAN

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