Wednesday, September 26, 2012
Monday, September 24, 2012
Saturday, September 22, 2012
|Picture Courtesy: Samten Wangdi|
|Sl No||Gujarati Word||Equivalent English Word|
|1||Arth sans thra||Economics|
|14||Jayar Dev||Public Debt|
|15||Jurwa mati||To see|
|21||Purna Harifai||Perfect Competition|
|22||Ijarat Harifai||Monlpolistic Competition|
|25||Rajai Sarkar||State Government|
|27||Jakatnu||Tariff/ Customs Duty|
|29||Jayar Shetra||Public Sector|
|44||Purna Rozgar||Full employment|
|48||Lamba gara||Long run|
By the way, dear friends, I wish you all a very very happy blessed "rainy" day. May you all have a prosperous year ahead.
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
I am disheartened with your office for not showing a minimum degree of ethics in using a materials contributed by an outsider.
This has a reference to a story written by Samten Yeshi on Yak-lha festival, where I have contributed a rare pictures to Samten Yeshi. I considered his request upon his repeated pleas.
However we agreed on following conditions:
1. That those pictures are still my copy right protected materials
2. That Kuensel will give due courtesy (at least)
3. I am the ultimate lawful owner and I have contributed the picture just for one time use only.
And also I regret to inform you that this is not the first time. Your office did not even give a proper courtesy for my earlier picture used by Samten Yeshi while covering a similar story sometime in April 2012.
Lastly, as a premier news agency, I expect a lot more professionalism in your office.
Monday, September 17, 2012
The debate went on for weeks and months unending but the prominent winner could not be declared. So after so many days, weeks and months, both of them mutually agreed as to how the ultimate winner could be declared.
Both of them agreed that who ever reaches on the summit of Mount Gangkar Tese, the next dawn, at the crack of the day (i.e when the first rays of sun touches the summit) wins the contest. It was also agreed that the one who loses should renounce his claim of supremacy and should leave the region altogether.
Note: This is a story as told by my Uncle who is a lay man.
Thursday, September 13, 2012
|Miss Manju clad in prayer flags|
Tuesday, September 11, 2012
Monday, September 10, 2012
|Dr. Verghese Kurien, The father of White Revolution|
Sunday, September 9, 2012
By then, I sensed how worried my plaintiff was, -she had played all her cards!. With every passing minute in the court room, she was nearing to taste the bitter aara she brewed herself. How pathetic that she wold he soon hanged with her own noose!!!
Saturday, September 8, 2012
"Your honor, this is the only valid contention" I said, boldly. "And this matter has reached to its current height all because of her malicious intention against my family" I added further. I submitted to the jury that, if I had used undue force to harass her and batter her, then why didn't the police take any action against me that very night. I explained to jury as to how swift she was in intimating police. I also explained as to how she disobeyed her administrative officer and senior nurse on duty (to solve the matter amicably). And I felt my throat choking when I explained to jury about how I ended up attending to the police, when the real need for me was to attend to my sick wife. I also explained about my subsequent struggles visiting police station on different occasions, leaving behind my vulnerable wife and infant daughter.....
With that, I submitted to court that, I neither had the intention nor the energy to kick her, for I was thoroughly exhausted, both mentally and physically that day. I told the jury as to how she was cursing my family in front of so many strangers and how she was blocking my way while I was in to collect some cloths for my wife and my new born (expected). I closed my submission by asking the jury... "its up to the law to decide whether my slight push on her to clear the way could constitute battery and harassment"
Lastly........I added,... "your honor, I think its me who was (is) really being harassed to the core....... not by the genuine hospital staff, but by a ward lady!" In fact she harassed me everywhere. -not only in the hospital but even at my own work place! with that I readied myself to present the evidence to to jury in which I had details of phone calls she made to me at my workplace and her recorded voice threatening me with imprisonment. Worst, when she said, she had in her recent past, imprisoned her poor husband was something I stressed further!
But the Jude told me to keep the evidence for a while. I was of the opinion that Judge was more interested in hearing my full story than get distracted by a piece of evidence. So I had to continue with my final response
But before that, I made myself very clear on one point That was: I reminded the court that, she would be my ultimate first suspect, should something happen to my kids and to my entire family. Because she dared to collect my information both form me and as well from other sources. I told the jury that I felt very unsecured after her threatening call.
To this, judge paused me for a while and turned to the ward lady and asked her, Che ge khu luu telefom chap che lo. eena? and she meekly said, een la. So,with that I felt my victory an inch closer.
Lastly, I went on to close my defense by telling the jury that, if at all I had so called an influential person behind me, then I would not have landed taking my better half to a stinking and crowded ward handed by a malicious person like the Plaintiff, in the very first place.
After that, there was a complete silence for few seconds. But however judge on the throne broke our silence. He again turned towards the lady and asked "Choe lay lap ne yoe ga?"
But, She said Yoe la. I was surprised but not confused or nervous like before.
Like a person with lost mind, her attention after that was to a totally different area. She started complaining about the Police!. Before she was abrputly stopped by a Judge, she murmured about how biased police officers had been towards her. She also complained about my uncle, who visited me in the police station by stating that he influenced the decision of police. By then I definitely sensed desperateness seeping in her.
Judge reminded her to stick on what she had in her initial complain letter and stop meddling with other issues. With that judge once again turned towards the lady and asked her for the last time, "Zhen Lap ne yoe ga?" Finally to my relief she said Mee la.
With that, Judge spoke.
To be continued.............................................
Friday, September 7, 2012
To be continued........
Thursday, September 6, 2012
Towards afternoon, I was called inside along with the plaintiff. It was by far the most overwhelming feeling. But to my realization I sensed that the fear and anxieties I had for so many days, have suddenly evaporated. I sensed myself becoming bolder and braver. The adrenalin of much needed courage and confidence seem to be exploding in me and I felt the lawyer in me kicking thunderously! I felt happy at the fact that I was finally moving to set myself free with the aid of justice and law and not through pleas.
So I entered the court room for the first time in quest for the justice. It was dimly lit room where the total silence prevailed. We were made to stand in front of the judge who was perched on the throne even bigger than the Kings'. I had to raise my head to actually see the face of the judge. There he was with his mouth reddened with the stains of doma. With his green scarf and long sword, he appeared more majestic than the word Majesty itself. Below his throne, there was a Rabjam and with him was a clerk.
I took a step forward and bowed towards the Judge in reverence to the law and the justice he embodied. As to the ward Lady, -the plaintiff, she simply stood blind and blank, like a stick, completely useless and arrogant as ever. I didn't think she could be that dull. She displayed no respect to the law.
Once we were all settled, the clerk then read out the complaint submitted by the plaintiff (on top of his voice). I listened to the complaint with both my ears, with full concentration. The complain was meticulously written in best of the Dzongka that for once I doubted about the Dzongkha moving towards extinction. However, I soon lost interest listening to it.
The contents were outrageously exaggerated that I found it totally unpleasant. I found the contents not worthy of being written in Dzongkha and that it was bitterly disgracing the language that represented Buddha, Dharma and Sangha, -the ultimate truth.
To be continued..............................................................................
Wednesday, September 5, 2012
Tuesday, September 4, 2012
Monday, September 3, 2012
Sunday, September 2, 2012
We were busy lifting and moving Kinley to the labour room and in the middle, a lady showed up. --The same lady I had seen the whole day, scolding helpless patients and maids.-- She looked more like a sweeper but sounded worse than Hitler. She took no regard for the pains and anxiety we were under and in her most wicked and cruelest tone, she said that one sick person cannot have more than one maid. As such her point stood very valid but delivery case was altogether a different issue. My father-in-law and I requested her to show us some compassion which she was not keen at. In between many things happened. The lady kept on scolding at us but we had no or little time to listen to her. We finally reached Kinley in the safety of labour room and following which I came back to get some cloths for her and the (expected) new born.
I intended to beg pardon for all the inconvenience caused and wanted to apologize the lady, but to my shocking revelation, I found the lady charged with anger was cursing me and my family. It was not a good omen. Charged and tensed, I was, I told her to shut up and pushed her from my way. No sooner did I touch her, then she fell off on the floor and shouted on top of her voice. She accused me of having battered her. The entire hospital went numb and there was silence all over. Nurses on duty were unusually quite and wouldn't speak a word to me. But in between the lady started calling the Police.
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