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My Bond with the Himalayan Kingdom - Bhutan


O Lord, You are so merciful! You responded to my cry so compassionately and so amazingly! O Divine Master, grant that I become worthy of your mercy. It all happened on 28th and 29th September 2015. Nostalgic for my Himalayan home, BHUTAN, on Monday 28th September I went to visit Phuentsholing (a Bhutanese commercial town bordering India) along with my son, Babu. I spent about four hours savouring the nectar of the beauty, sublimity, serenity and divinity of the Dragon land, and got intoxicated by an wordless ecstatic joy. We visited the Phuentsholing vegetable market and purchased some Bhutanese indigeneous vegetables and other eatables because my intuition directed me to prepare and enjoy Bhutanese menu the next day. I was excited to be able to relish the taste of Bhutanese dishes at my Indian home, especially Emadatse.  I met some of my old Bhutanese friends in the town, exchanged hugs and had photographs.
On the eve of departure at around 4.00 PM, I broke down into tears and shared with my son: “Babu, when I come to Bhutan, I don’t feel like going back home. If I could die on this holy Himalayan soil, my soul would rest at eternal peace and supreme bliss.” As I started my journey back home, my thirst and hunger for the Bhutanese love grew unbearable and irresistible. I felt so desperate and restless.

But it seems the almighty Lord was watching me secretly and hearing me quietly and kindly! I was astounded at the strange happening at my broken condition. As soon as I reached home at 7.00 PM, to my utter surprise, I received a LOVE LADDEN voice from Bhutan.  Though the voice was unrecognizable, I was flooded with joy and excitement. After a puzzle game over the mobile phone for about ten minutes, the Bhutanese humourist friend revealed his identity. He said, ‘I am Jangchhu Tenzin, your humour chutney in your daily menu of your Chukha life. I am travelling to Thimphu tomorrow. I want to meet you.” O God, What a miracle! By the stream of holy love and good will message I was overwhelmed and carried away. I thought it was a hallucination and became speechless for a few seconds. But my inner voice assured me that it truly the voice of my sweet friend, Jangchhu. The next day as Lord planned to provide comfort and solace to my burning heart, Jangchhu Tenzin along with his two friends visited me at my school then at my home. We had a wonderful time. Together we ate Bhutanese delicacies cooked by my wife at our Indian home. I felt divinized by the gracious visit of my Bhutanese friend who was sent by God as His representative in my need and desperation. In about three to four hours I had a heavenly recuperation and restoration in the company of my Bhutanese brothers. I felt rejuvenated and revitalized. Such a miraculous coincidence can only happen by the will of the Supreme Father. And such is the power of passion and earnestness. God always responds to our genuine cry and call. But “God’s delay is not His denial” as Mahatma Gandhi said. 




(A Highly Inspiring and Motivating Life Story of Cheten Zangmo, Tsebar, Pemagatshel)

The wondrous life story of Mrs Cheten Zangmo might be an inspiration to many, as it is to me. The great lesson I have learned from her life is we can change anybody’s life through our sincere prayers, wishes and earnest desire coupled with the person’s cooperation. I had desperately wanted to see the little girl, Cheten Zangmo, in a noble position in her life and it did happen. This is the wonder of the mystery of mind.  Her entire life story could be filmed into a good movie. The story is thought-provoking and insight-giving.


My dear students, brothers and sisters and friends of Bhutan, As I along with forty nine of our Indian brothers and sisters have been granted privilege by the Ministry of Education, Royal Government of Bhutan, to be a guest at the Golden Jubilee celebration of the historical Indo-Bhutan Friendship in Thimphu on the auspicious occasion of Bhutanese Teachers’ Day, Wednesday 2 May2018, I would like to request you all who are in and around Thimphu to give me an opportunity to meet you by your presence at the august occasion. I will feel renewed and rewarded in your loving presence and sacred touch. My family and I will reach Thimphu on April 30 and stay till May 2. The Ministry of Education has made arrangement for our accommodation but we do not know where. However, our where about can be traced through phone call to this No. 17447760 ( Dechen Wangmo, ex-student of Nangkor HSS) or at the HOTEL RIVERSIDE RECEPTION COUNTER. Let us be together at the glorious celebration of the great frien…


Dear Cheten Zangmo & Tshewang Tashi, I can’t thank you enough for your love and kindness in offering us the wonderful opportunity to meet you yesterday, Saturday 4 January 2017, on your way back to S/Jongkhar. Your sense of gratefulness signals your further rise in life. Lord Anukul Chandra said: If you want to be great, learn how to be grateful. Cicero said: Gratitude is not only the greatest of all the virtues but also the mother of all the rest.


“O LORD, as I am too humble to express my gratitude to you for your incredible mercy, I prostrate before you in all humility and surrender myself to your feet. I am overwhelmed by your might and mercy.  You performed miracle through me and my Bhutanese student Thubten Dorji (Chanda), Pemagatshel, Eastern Bhutan. I never dreamt that you would utilize my crippled life in such a great need. I feel blessed and elevated to have been able to render my humble service to the devastated Bhutanese monk, a holy man, at Alipurduar Hospital on Wednesday and Thursday, 29 & 30 June 2016.”  


O Lord, what a blissful sight! Yonten Thinley smiles! The accident victim of 29th June 2016 at Madarihat, is bounced back to his healthy and holy life. What a wonderful gift you have bestowed upon the holy man! Myriads of prostrations before you, Father. I could learn you are always there to extend your healing touch when your children fall helpless. What can be a greater joy for me to see the monk radiating rays of his smile at me from the seat of his brother’s car, who was just a month ago lying in Alipurduar Hospital in a critical condition smeared with blood and crippled with multiple injuries.