Buddha Face

Few years ago I heard from some people about the face of Buddha on a stone in Wangdue Phodrang. I have been dreaming of visiting it once ever since I heard. Recently I was in search of house for a rent with my friend who is newly recruited as an Inspector of mining under DGM, precisely Department of Geology and Mining at Wangdue. Fortunately we reached to a discussion to visit a Buddha face which is a minute’s walk from the bridge but it can be seen even from a highway which lead to Tsirang. We zoomed towards the cliff. Chencho pointed towards cliff describing components and structural form of face. I could simply see stones dangling above me while he could easily tell me “this is nose, look at eyes, the brow, see how would it look if bush were to weed out from chin area.” Poor me, I was adjusting my eyes only to get an image he was describing. With my perseverance I could find the image, it was so authentic jigsaw done by a nature. An artisan is really going to look in awe for nature…

Picture that shall remind me

 Gaeddu College of Business Studies GCBS LibraryTashi Wangchuk“Thousands of candles can be lighted from a single candle, and the life of the candle will not be shortened. Happiness never decreases by being shared.” Buddha

“Sometimes your joy is the source of your smile, but sometimes your smile can be the source of your joy.” Thich Nhat Hanh
“The greatest gift of life is friendship, and I have received it.” Hubert H. Humphrey

At Punakha Dzong

A Proud Vegan

After many years, I met my childhood friend, Menda, in a restaurant in Thimphu. We have changed a lot; indeed, nothing was same.Meeting her was a memorable moment, at least for me.
In the restaurant, other people were sitting and busy talking and eating foods. My childhood friend threw a swift look at me, and instantly, I learned that she was disappointed.
“What happen?” I inquired her. “It’s a taste of meat,” she reacted grumblingly. Then she stood up, dragged her chair away to walk out of the cozy restaurant room. I simply scrolled my eyeballs around the room to see if other customers were paying attention to our conversation.
Many of them were engrossed on their own, but a few were looking at Menda when she was returning to the room after vomiting everything outside. “You don’t take beef?” I asked her in a low tone and with concern. She didn’t answer me; instead she drank a glass of water. Feeling a little better she looked at me, smiling and then she talked, “Actually, I stopped eati…

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