Suicide isn’t a panacea

Life has so much to do within a wink of life-span. For parents, their children have to be grown up and educated to stand on their own feet. For children, their parents bear a mountain of hopes that their children would someday grow up to provide walking stick when old. These are sheer simple things of life. More of it, the life has in its bucket. Life has to go on irrespective of the hurdles in our way stumbling us and walls that are unsurmountable. We should craft our ways to pass the hurdles and climb up the walls that are in our way. Life is such; neither the bed of roses nor the bed of thorns. Life has its tides, we must hold stronger to keep ourselves standing along the wavy ocean ride of life. The stronger the waves across ocean of life we travel, smoother we would sail along in life. It takes fortitude and perseverance, the twin passports to keep life going. While we must have fear to be cautious, we shouldn’t succumb to it.  

In life, suicide isn’t solution in itself. The suicide has become rampant over time. It now appears that suicide is fashioned as solutions for numerous problems in life. Especially, this appears to be the case with youths. In a speck of few months, there are lots flashing out on suicide and attempting to suicide cases. The students when beaten by teachers pick up suicide as solution to it. The lovers when couldn’t make through due to objections from parents find suicide as solution to it. The victims of the rape find suicide as solution to it. It has become an easy solution to life’s struggles. It has become a fashion for many youths. And this isn’t the right thing they’re doing at the end in life’s verdict. Their passing in this way isn’t bravery either. Their death isn’t noble in any way. Their death in this fashion is the most miserable option.

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 In religious terms, life is precious and invaluable. Nothing can buy life of a person. Suicide taking one’s life isn’t justice to the merits accumulated for eons to have born in human’s realm, the best of all. Suicide isn’t a religious act either.

The numbers are increasing, it is becoming a concern. For teachers and parents, it is all becoming stone-hard difficult to raise them up and plant in them the life-lessons. Parents can’t put them on track even if heart sees their children veering off. Teachers can’t usher their students through the peaceful aisle of life even if they sees their students off track. The fear of suicide would keep their hearts melted never solidifying again. As pay-off for their hard work and noble intentions, they may see their lives behind bars for doing their duties. They’ve to reconsider their actions as their actions could be an easy button for suicide.

It’s a time, parents change conventional methods of bringing up their children. The current way appears not-for-present-generation way of growing children. In the same line, teachers might have to reconsider their present pedagogies  around teaching and educating students.

While Bhutan is less risk zone for endemic ebola virus, suicide is becoming contagious among youths and this is a plague that parents, teachers and nations as a whole needs to see through the lens of present generation and magnify the solution areas to see it clear in the future vision of nation.

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You & I are no less

Look, other side of the river fertile,

Close up, you see sterile.

Around, the people are happy,

Dig inwards, you are sappy.

Look, other side of land greener,

Close up, you find wintry dry.

Neighbors, they’re affluent,

Introspect, you aren’t less opulent.

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Look, other side of the valley tempting,

Close up, it’s a beauty deceiving.

Passers, they’re jubilant,

Search inwards, you aren’t less exhilarant.

Look, behind mountains they celebrate,

Close up, you see brawls exasperate.

Friends, they’re witty,

Count on self, you are crafty.

Look, the urbanites enjoy,

Close up, you see them unemployed.

Others, they’re vibrant,

Judge yourself, you aren’t less exuberant.

Look, things appear better off with others,

It’s you, who captures it so.

Mirror yourself high,

You aren’t less high.

PS: Composed just to update my Blog, it hasn’t shaped to label as poem per se.

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Add Reading Habit

Ask me if I’m a reader? I wouldn’t hesitate to answer, a big ‘NO’. As a student I have never read by interest, few that I read was for book reviews that I am required for internal assessment in class. Reading books weren’t chapter in the book of my learning. If I scored well in subjects, I am done. I am intelligent. I am brilliant. This is what I thought. But that was a biased evaluation, a flawed judgment. If it’s at all possible to go back young, I would add reading as my personal elective subject besides usual subjects. If I am given a minute time to advise (more accurately suggest) students present and future, I would say, “add Reading Habit” in the league of their habits.

Press me if I’ve added Reading Habit now? I wouldn’t feel a tinge of hesitation and my eyes wouldn’t lie to answer, ‘yes but very lately’. But in this little period, I’ve learned that reading could be the best habit one could ever possess. It can be the best companion under rain and shine of life. It can be a medicine for illness. It can be a nurse for a health of mind. It can be a doctor for a mental health. We need to add Reading Habit to have a forever friend, a nurse and a doctor.

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Reading makes one; a doctor, engineer, pilot, traveler, hiker, business tycoon, scientist, athlete, actor, and a whole gamut of glamorous professions one could ever dream to become. The reading makes it possible. Travelling across the globe is no huge hassle for a reader. Reading makes you travel at an unimaginable pace; without the knowledge you’re onboard, you land up in different worlds feasting your eyes with abundant beauty of the world. We need to add Reading Habit to become all-in-one.

There are so many challenges that are coming up; Book Bucket Challenge is one kind where you list top ten books you’ve read but your count not making to ten is a huge blow on the face of your Habits. I encountered this. I was nominated for BookBucket Challenge by my blogger friend Rima, I couldn't continue the challenge as my reads can never add up to ten. But I would do next Challenge. We need to add Reading Habit for challenges.

I have very little in me and travelled far and wide bluffing on reading. Never mind, I am a want-to-be good reader. I am spreading my arms with the hope that my friends could put in loop as many others to add Reading Habit. More than any one, parents and teachers across could be a locus point for this. Add Reading Habit to everyone to have most of the things if not everything.

Add Reading Habit.

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Peeking through the myopic lens of two years’ experience

It’s a weekend, rejuvenating myself, I stood on the hill of Changangkha overlooking scenic beauty of Thimphu City with my myopic lens to peek through my barely two years’ experience into the world of reality. Until two years ago, I was just harboring on hopes and expectations of my life.

After studying four years to obtain UG tag, I thought world would be mine. I thought I would be enjoying a comfy of rotating chair with many under my dictate. But the fact is real and my expectations surrealistic. The ground realities mirror a different thing; I’m under the command of many others. Of the undergrads employed, I stand at its nadir. In the hierarchy of organogram, I am in the lowest echelons of it. Along the chain of employees, I am the last link. Literally, there isn’t way I could boast myself of any authority. But I’m happy authority comes with a huge responsibility.

I majored in Accounting and decided to take up a career in accounting field. Of the handful fortunate, so called luck of mine landed me into accounting career a corporate sector. I thought it entails colossal learning. I presumed it would be progressive feat in my life. But the reality reflected conversely; just learn the formulae of handling accounting software employed and it’s done. It just requires the rudiments of accounting; debits and credits. Know it and it is the practice that matters along. The daily work is routine. Day, week, month and year round you repeat over and again. I’m happy learning is self-initiative. By the side of my career, self-development must run in parallel. Office work has no room compartmentalized for it. I need to find it on my own.

While many people see greener pastures in job that involves frequent travels and tours. I was blunt on those grounds to have blinded sight. People in the Accounts are the ones who do least travels and tours. I am confined to my office and my presence can squarely equate with a care-taker. On the lighter talks amongst office mates, we used to aptly label ourselves Security Guards of the Office. But I’m happy I could eye on everyone’s travel itinerary and allowances they’d get on their travels. This I consider as luncheon frequently I feast on.

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You and I learned so much in schools and colleges. Fed ourselves with innumerable feeds of concepts and theories. All of these are perspiring from me for I seldom use it. Few years down, I can see impending vacuum. However, should the need arise to relearn those I can always build upon remnants of it. I am still happy; cerebrum of our brain has that functionality which makes it possible to relearn at ease.

Until that time, until that happening, my work would go on over and again. Oscillate between work and self-development, scan the travel allowances of others, print checks and call recipients. I shall remain glued, immobile on my cozy chair. With happiness, I shall do all of it. This is way I cook my bread and butter.

I have presented the darker side of my career but brighter side of my career remains all-pervasive, etched in my heart. I shall present it on one fine sunny day.

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The Last Song by Nicholas Sparks

My eyes welled up, tears rolled down the cheeks, I was lying on bed flipping through the last few pages of the novel when the story is at its climax. My eyes couldn’t hold tears. I let it flow. Until this, I haven’t realized how emotional I am. How easily I could break down. As Nicholas Sparks took me through the height of his novel, each line is a droplet in the ocean of my tear-filled eyes.

The novel is intricately woven with threads of love, family and friends. Of course the waves and tides along the ocean ride of life.

The main characters include Kim, Steve, Ronnie, Jonah, Will, Blaze and Marcus. Kim is a single mother finding her way for her second love with Brian. She has a daughter and a son; Ronnie and Jonah. Their father Steve is away from New York, living a solitary new life in Wilmington, North Carolina. The story in between, connects the characters: Will,  Tom, Susan, Megan, Blaze, Marcus, Lance, Teddy, Scott, Pastor Harris, and others as Ronnie and Jonah sets for summer vacation with their father in Wilmington. The story gains momentum here.

The story turns wavy: low to high, high to low, sad to happy, happy to sad in Wilmington on vacationing their summer with  father whom they haven’t met for last three years, since he had moved from New York. Ronnie had never talked and responded to letters and calls her father made. She hadn’t been in good terms with her mother at home. Visiting her father isn’t her best time to see off summer. However, under duress, she consents to her mother to spend summer with her father who had been desperately starving to see his daughter growing to become a woman in a year and his growing son who is ten. He wants to make sure that his children understand why he’d moved away from them though that wasn’t his option. 

Ronnie falls in love with Will. Both of them love each other despite knowing the fact that the summer vacation shall set them apart. However, they remain adamant on their love. They’ve found common ground of love that synced. The summer seems flying as she spends time with Will.

With time she also starts loving her father whom she hated seeing. In a speck of few weeks of summer, she has changed a lot. She has undergone hell and heaven modification in her behavior, her attitude in a whole. The love around beautiful summer at Wilmington has done a lot to her as much as happiness between father and a daughter. She has seen different person in his father whom she thought otherwise. She thinks he is the best father she could have, a father who sees lot in his children. The summer goes beautifully with ambient love in family and Ronnie’s love with Will.

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Their happiness is found short lived when Steve, the father feels ill of cancer which was known to himself, Kim and Pastor Harris. That was the same reason why he’d insisted Kim to send them with him for summer vacation and she has accepted his request. He wanted to spend his remaining days with his children whom he missed those three years since he moved away from New York.

Finally he succumbs to this terminal illness leaving his daughter and a son. But he has taught them a lot in a short summer they spent together. As a father, he did his duty to instill life lessons. Those were miracles.

The story ends on happy note: Will comes to New York for his studies and meets his charming Princess Ronnie.

The story is wrapped with lessons. I have enjoyed going through. My eyes were literally glued to the pages of the novel until the last page. The novel has lot to say of love, family and friends. Hate can turn into love and vice-versa. It largely delves into how relationships can turn sour and revert to its normalcy of sweetness. How relations once hurt and wounded can heal again. It also lessons how vital is the time of parents to their children to read correctly of each other.

I can bet many would break into tears if you read this novel, Nicholas Sparks is capable of it. Message in a Bottle is no less than this. Next in my to-read-list is The Note Book which is unfortunately out of stock in many stores last time I visited. That is really popular selling Novel and I should find it sooner. I can’t wait to read it soon but I have some preparation to do in between. I will read it one day sooner.

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