Dorji Tenzin: Random Thoughts like Cries of a Clown

    Bhutan is hosting yet another climate summit for South Asian countries of Asia namely Bhutan, India, Nepal and Maldives. Bhutan ardently hopes that the summit will really help bring positives regional policy and attitude towards climate changes even though she was aware how Copenhagen Climate Summit of world leaders has failed miserably due to disagreement between developing and developed countries.  In one of the Climate Summit last year, the president of Maldives Mr. Mohamed Nasheed accused the big countries of Asia trying to submerge his nation under Indian Ocean. On other hand, India and China flatly refused to accept the Copenhagen proposal for the reduction of carbon produce. They blamed the developed country for the menace of nature´s temperament. Bhutan, one of few countries in the world which absorbs more carbon than it can produce, is zealously trying to initiate the major shift in Asian Climate policies. The big brother India condesc...

Coinciding with the constitutional day and the birth anniversary of the Father of Bhutan’s Constitution, the 4 th King Jigme Singye Wangchuk, two books were launched in the capital Thimphu. Two books titled ‘11-11-11’ and ‘The Raven tells a Story’ were launched by Queen Mother Ashi Dorji Wangmo Wangchuk and Her Royal Highness Ashi Sonam Dechan Wangchuk respectively. Both the launches were no surprise attended by many high profile politicians and bureaucrats. No doubt, His Majesty deserved more than such a tribute. Indeed this tribute is such a little drop for the ocean of his noble   roles and reign.  However, I have problems with these authors, publishers and the bookstores. Every day, I visit at least one of the bookstores in Thimphu. I look at the shelf where the Bhutanese books are neatly kept in their hard glossy cover. The prices of Bhutanese books are ridiculously high. Even less than a -hundred -page book written by a high school dropout, which has neither t...

The youth of my poetry is lost Despairing the love so surreal. The art of my existence is lost Designing the success so elusive. I have never understood the nature's beauty- Dripping pearls from morning leaves. I have never heard the rivers' song Singing its melody into sea. I have only seen the people Rushing for fool's gold of illusion. I have only heard of human groans that talk of selfish motive and actions.