RAVING AND RANTING WALLET

a confession on a wallet
The brand is the only pride I have. Lous Vitton that I am. The rest, you might say, is a tragedy that unfolds every other day. Of course I am handy, portability is my forte.
I was bought from a departmental store in India. Since then, as fate would have it, I have mostly been carrying Bhutanese Ngultrum, though the Indian rupee makes its round from time to time.
I am proud when I go around with my tummy bulging out. My master is a reporter and every day I get the singular opportunity to meet different people. I have known a lot of people and I am also the sole witness to a lot of conversations. At times I also disagree on issues but keeping it to myself is all I can do.
The first week of every month sees me stuffed with new and old notes but by the second week I would have thinned out. When my master receives his salary I have difficulty getting the breathing space but when he is broke I lay thrown on the bed or under a pillow and the little stored is also snatched away from me. That is when I pray for the next month to begin.
At times I have to go hungry for a month and that is when I am embarrassed the most. Making out from the frown on my master’s face these are the times when the atmosphere gets a bit stressful.
I would be flung across the room, into the closet or on the bed. I would be there for a long time until my master would come back and make a search, desparately for cash.
I have a lot of friends. Besides my usual companions – two credit cards, a citizenship identity card, a dozen of visiting cards and an ATM.
I am made of leather. I am foldable and this is one of the reasons why my kind does not wear out fast. When I am old I am immediately replaced.
One of my confessions is that I have never taken a bath.
Humans believe that ‘You should not wash wallets lest money will keep flowing out.”
To keep up with their myth, I have never been washed. Humans would rather throw my kind than wash us.’
Though I was never used in the past, modern day human feel incomplete without me. I am here to store cash.
Today is September 10 and I have just been loaded. I am comfortable for the moment but I fear this month I would have to go hungry for a longer time as my master has just paid his yearly vehicle registration renewal fees along with a penalty for late payment.

it’s not all about sex and size, viagra speaks

Certainly, size doesn’t matter as long as it is of some purpose. Mark my words. Small can do wonders sometimes. It is as if the strength lies in it size.

If you are thinking kinky stuff or otherwise, this is not one about that. I am a living example of how good and all power small can be.

Though I am just about the size of any usual tablet, I have the ability to solve two of the most personal and serious problems of mankind – heart and sex related that is.

Scientifically called sildenafil citrate and popularly known as Viagra, I was first developed more than a decade ago by scientists who were testing a drug for its ability to lower blood pressure and coincidentally came out with a remedy for erectile dysfunction or lack of erection during sexual performance. Eureka!

Interestingly people on whom the first the blue pill were tested for blood pressure didn’t want to give it back. Of course you know why! 

Since then millions of people around the world have used me, the magic pill – the reinvigorator of lifeles passion.

I have been proven effective on both men and women to cure heart problems while as nature wants it, men alone can use me to solve erectile dysfunction. 

Heart patients use me to relax parts of the heart to allow normal flow of blood to and from the heart and during erectile dysfunction, I am used to develop the ability to maintain prolonged erection in sexual performance.

I come in blue, pink and red colors though I feel more colors would be a welcome to meet the tastes of different people. But again on a second thought I drop the idea as I am a drug that must be used when required and should be avoided when not.

I have been popular since inception but authorities have been cautious of my use. A special prescription from the doctor is required to use me. I cost about Nu 22 a tablet, and come in a box of four tablets bringing the cost to Nu 85 a packet.

Some say I am very expensive and I totally agree but I would also like to believe that the advantage that I bring along is worthwhile.

My kind has been around for over a decade saving lives and families and vow to continue doing so. I have been adorably called big fun by men whose sex drives I have solved.

Sitting on the shelf of a pharmacy I have spotted men who are tempted to buy me but are too embarrassed to ask. Well! I would like to say that I belong to the directives of the doctor and I just cannot be bought for money. Strictly prescribed!

PS - i was told that after my article came out in the paper (Aug 27), there were people coming to the pharmacy to purchase Viagra.. How crazy is that!!! i said "Strictly prescribed" yet some people don't get it!

sangaygang gets nasty frank on sex and sin

CONFESSION

Tell you what, I have seen it all. All sorts of people in all sorts of cars for all sorts of occasions. I have been a bemused spectator, ogling into some of the weirdest activities human beings so ardently engage in. I am guilty of being a silent, unseen, voyeur. But can’t help it, either? The car-owning-generation just finds it too romantic out on a dark road.

Since time immemorial, I have stood here tall and majestic overlooking the capital city. I have witnessed Thimphu metamorphose from a small medieval hamlet into a bustling modern town. At night, it looks like a star studded sky right below me. I am glad the darkness has disappeared.

I have changed too, over time, in both good and bad ways. Long meandering roads run around me, the many curves that young and old seek out after dark. A broadcast tower was raised a long time ago. I serve a good purpose, too. The old and the fat walk the trails to burn the extra flab and to stay fit. How I pity them when I see them profusely sweating, tired and exhausted. They should have known better and before, unhealthy lifestyle poses lot of health hazards.
For many young couples, I have been the starting point of their journey of love. For others, I have been the perfect getaway – silent, secret, dark and away from the prying eyes. One night stand or more, here the darkest desires give vent.
It is quite amusing that I am treasured for the wrong reasons. Yet I am being violated for the very same wrong reasons. I would not mind if they had the courtesy to wrap the used condoms and throw it away in a dustbin or flush it down the sewer. They are too tired.  After all, the car is not designed for this purpose!
And then there are those late night revelers, who drink and scream and shout. And fight, at times. They disturb the serenity of the night. When they finally leave, there is a heap of garbage all scattered around. Civic sense has gone to the dogs, I dare you!
As I became popular, I have had several monikers to my credit. Lovers’ point is but only one decent name that I can write here. Others are a little too gross.
Days are much quieter. Sometimes tourists visit to enjoy the bird’s eye view I offer of the capital. During weekends, families come for picnics bringing along little children who enjoy the fresh air and play in the grass. Cyclists, a growing number of them I have observed, also come here. It feels good to see the contrast. Definitely I mean different things to two completely different types of people – the diurnals and the nocturnals.
Of late, however, the number of nocturnals has dramatically decreased. I was informed that they are keeping my cousin hill, southward, busy throughout the night. Looks like, people have found a better place! That’s altogether another story.
What is unsettling is that this new found peace is rather too quiet for me. I am so used to seeing people around day in and night out. I feel rejected. I bolster up – I will have to learn to cope. This is what I have always wanted. Inner peace! Inner peace! Inner …
Oh, here comes a visitor. A red car. Just two of them, ahuh!  First timers. Nervous. Oh boy! Here I go again. I think at times, these distractions are good for me.
By the way, for the record, I am Sangaygang, named after the enlightened one.

a small monk with a gun

Instead of prayer beads, a small monk near BOD, Thimphu takes out a toy gun and shoots at people walking by :)

our day has finally come..

What a good Sunday to have two families gather for an important discussion of our lives.. i say 'our' because it is just not me but my twin sister too. It was June 12, a day that is still so fresh in my mind. Though the day was very important for me, i was there sleeping the whole morning (till 12 noon) while my twin sister and my parents busy cleaning and preparing lunch for the important guests coming to our place. Oh! i did feel bad in the morning but then! i realized that even if i was up, i don't think i could have done anything to make their work easier - a illness as an excuse, some might say...

But i was excited as the clock ticked 1 pm.. Everytime i heard a vehicle pull over the parking lot but each time i was disappointed. But when a red Vitara pulled over, my heart started beating faster than the normal beat.. i was excited. 

Finally the wait was over.. an official gathering of the guy's and the girl's family. 

Dawa's grandfather -jojo,we call him - the head of the family, his aunty, his uncle but referred to as Brother and his twin brother Nima. 

I had always wanted to delay the meeting of these two families. some say commitment phobia but i would rather like to put it as a chance for my Dawa to enjoy his bachelor's life and a chance for him to explore his independence for a little longer. 

My twin sister Sonam Lucky and Nima were more than happy to tie knots. I am happy for them as they were sure of what they wanted. 

 left to right - me, (Dawa's family) brother Jigme, Aunty Karma and Jojo and  my family (Dad and Mom). Nima and Sonam Lucky on the floor.

Jojo wanted the four of us to get married the same day. He said "Its unique and it is my dream to see the four of u marry on the same day." All i could do was smile and i stole a glance at Dawa to see his reaction. He seemed more than happy. i hope he is really happy.

Wedding bells are yet to be heard. but more than that, what is important is that IT WAS A FRUITFUL EVENING :) and a positive nod from both the families...CHEERS!!!!

Happy Birthday Mommy!

mommy (Dechen Wangmo), I LOVE U and Happy Birthday

I am sorry Mommy for not being a very good daughter to you. I have not wished you on your birthday or mother's day for the past 25years. I was ignorant and I thought you didn’t really care much whether we wished you or not.

I have not known your birthday for all these years and I apologies for my mistake.

It took me 26 years to realize that no matter how old you are, a small birthday wish can make so much of a difference in that person’s life.

I have never wished my mother on the Mother’s day. “It didn’t matter,” I told myself whenever my friends ask me if I have wished my mother. But now I have realized that “IT MATTERS.”

I wished my mom on the Mother’s Day and even gave her a small gift. The smile and the happiness I saw on her face were worth walking the Thimphu Street for hours to get the perfect gift for her.


Today is my Mother’s birthday. MANY MANY HAPPY RETURNS OF THE DAY MOMMY. You are the BEST. I can never imagine my life without you. Thank you for Everything :)

Happy April Fools' Day

In the morning, I was trying to explain to my baby what an April Fools’ Day mean but he was least interested. He is in class I and he is just 7 years oldJ. He is sick and he was least bothered to hear me out but still I went on explaining how people try to make a fool of you on this day.

April Fools’ Day is celebrated all around the world on April 1 of every year. It is celebrated as a day that tolerates practical jokes and general foolishness.

But do we really tolerate the jokes?

I have been fooled so many times before and I am determined not to be fooled today. I have been reminding myself that today is Fools’ day and that I should not be fooled.

I lit a cigarette, my morning dose without which I cannot work, and waited for someone I could fool. It is 8.45 am in the morning and it is too early for anyone to turn up at the office. My guy with today’s Observer issue joins me at the balcony where we normally smoke. Ting!!!!it clicked and he tries to fool me.

“Baby your kira has cigarette burns,” he said and in reply I said “April Fools’ Day my love.”

I don’t want to be fooled today but I sure want to wish everyone “HAPPY APRIL FOOLS’ DAY” and enjoying fooling J