Wednesday 21 September 2011

Sayoed (Earthquake) in Demashong



Sunday the 18th September, 2011 shall be remembered by me forever. As usual my days was going perfectly fine and was busy myself watching KBC on the television with my cousin Palden beside. We were trying to answer ourselves to the question Big B would ask on the screen. It was just perfect as both of us were judging our own general knowledge. Suddenly, everything started vibrating. At first I thought something else but slowly I realise that it wasn’t a mere vibration. It is something bigger than that. I looked upon Palden who was sitting on the chair and he looked at me. I could see his face turning red and so did mine. We hold our hands and sat down chanting Vajra Guru. Our chants went louder and louder along with the pace of tremor. Many things started running athwart of my head. I was sure for a moment that the end has come and this is it now.....but more bigger then myself my thought went instantly to my parents who were far home themselves. While waiting for the tremor to stop my fear climbed another level thinking about my uncompleted task as a son that
I have not done yet. All that made me more terrified and was praying for one more chance...please one more chance.... not this time.  
After more-then of 40 seconds of rigorous shaking we ran outside the building and found my entire neighbor outside frightened, crying, shaken and busy trying to inquire their loved one however one thing common all among those was the name of God they were recalling. I had no Idea what to do then, but I could feel the damage from those rigorous shake of 40 seconds would bring. We stayed outside in the dark, cold and rainy hour with terror to get inside our own house even. Moment later, I went down to town where I found hundreds of people roaming on the streets with similar noise in disbelief. I then went to the hospital just to find empty bed everywhere. I had no idea a patients could run for the life. Huge hospital ward was almost empty and when I inquired the confused nurses they said no idea where the patients had run. It looked funny to me when I even saw patients with Legs and bone fractured dormitory empty. How could they manage to escape? Let the God only knows that. However, one thing is for sure that we are protected by Great Guru Rimpoche because he was holding us intact and made me believe that his presence and blessings is always there for all Sikkimese. So, I will never forget to say OM AH HUNG VAJRA GURU PEDMA SIDDHI HUNG anytime anywhere.

Saturday 17 September 2011

WAKE_UP "THOKU"

Hello Friends and well wishers,
I am finally making myself happy by opening my own blog so that i can contribute something for the protection and promotion of our rich Denzongpey culture which unfortunately is deteriorating in this globalized century. Friends, we (Bhutias) are also called ‘Lhopos’ and are the descendants of the Tibetan immigrants who came to Sikkim in different waves from the 13th century onwards and established the Kingdom in the 17th century. We call ourselves lhopo (Lho-pa people from south) but are generally referred to as Bhutia, Sikkimese or even Denzongpa today. Our culture, customs, traditions and language are so rich that we should be feeling proud about. However, in spite of our richness we are today on the edge of deterioration leading us ourselves in the world of men without proper identity. Understanding all these things and being big fan of myself as a Denzongpo i have started this blog especially to appeal and inspire all of you dear thoku (Friend) to act in safeguarding our precious culture and language. Friends, in a days to come, i shall be updating the facts and everything related to the culture, customs, religion, tradtions, language and history. Therefore, i look forward to your comments, suggestions and  information so that we could move ahead helping our cause reaching far beyond without hindrances. I may not be a perfect but i will try my best that whatever i share shall be on the basis of complete research that i am into. 
Thujeche la