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I may be telling LiesPorky Piehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08594373850314183620noreply@blogger.comBlogger132125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921336200329375771.post-30077977782992501202018-05-01T16:38:00.000+06:002018-05-01T16:38:09.190+06:0010 years passed
2008
May 2
10:25 AM
My mother breathed her last.
A decade passed so fast.
Dear mother,
Please know that we always remember you. Whenever your children are together, we talk of you and pray for you. We reminisce your parenting method and sometimes laugh at how your youngest son used to get beatings from you. Yes he was the naughtiest and we awe at how you had tactically dealt with him to Porky Piehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08594373850314183620noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921336200329375771.post-61249046853698458842016-11-18T14:23:00.001+06:002016-11-18T14:25:37.327+06:00Check check (password is correct)
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Porky Piehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08594373850314183620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921336200329375771.post-42185990392446384202016-06-16T13:08:00.003+06:002016-06-16T13:28:01.734+06:00Lurking danger
As country develops, many explosives are used to split rocks and boulders - along the highway, tunnels and houses. While there is a rule by the Ministry of Home & Culture Affairs on the use of explosives, the concern lies much on how far the monitoring is in place.
With many hydropower projects in place and many to come, all the detonators and explosive materials are widely in use. Up untilPorky Piehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08594373850314183620noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921336200329375771.post-13660832782641333662015-09-10T18:01:00.000+06:002015-09-10T18:08:46.640+06:00Rowdy Rathore
Yes, I am Rowdy Rathore. Don’t mind huh!
I have not yet become rowdy but I will be. How? Soon I will be confronting with my boss, a fat-head ugly looking fellow. It will be the end of my career and the beginning of his self-realization as a boss or as a person. His every grey hair that pops up from the scalp will ask him a question of its credibility of ageing for so many years in his life.
I Porky Piehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08594373850314183620noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921336200329375771.post-1802005922513271882015-01-27T11:05:00.001+06:002015-01-27T11:09:27.267+06:00A Simple Love Story
I am Sh sh
sh....Sha Rukh, not my real name but her favorite actor. It was the
sobriquet name she had given to me.
She was 14 and I
was 17. On our new uniforms we crossed each other, met our eyes, looked back, fell
in love and heaven be praised it was the love at first sight. We understood it
because we smiled, to each other.
Nature had it
that I could confess only towards the end of Porky Piehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08594373850314183620noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921336200329375771.post-57770766619192789662014-05-01T11:43:00.000+06:002014-05-01T11:54:56.854+06:00Confused
A moment before I open my eyes today, I hear myself saying, “Ugyen, enough is enough”. My own voice shocks me and I get up. It is a weird experience calling my own name along with a statement that cannot make any sense. I have nothing “enough” to live rest of my life in abundance. How I wish I am wealthy enough to stop working a minute more. I would have obviously hinted to that alarm call, put Porky Piehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08594373850314183620noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921336200329375771.post-49076735324035470722014-01-07T16:42:00.003+06:002014-01-07T18:33:48.364+06:00Why I don't hang my underpants outside
One garment that I do
not attempt to dry outside is my underpants. It is not because I am scared of
someone stealing them. I swear I don’t wear golden fabric underwear. Modestly I
wear mostly from Jockeys – they are comfortable and last pretty long.
I live in a clustered
housing colony where I get to see every day the fanciful shirts, pants, bras
and underpants hanging in every porch of thePorky Piehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08594373850314183620noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921336200329375771.post-31050275683533232352013-08-01T11:56:00.003+06:002015-01-27T12:20:25.494+06:00To my wifey
Dear my better half,
I heard that herding one cow is
as tough as herding 10 cows. But when it comes to raising children, I think it is opposite.
More kids mean more trouble at home. I can feel the chaos going through.
When we had our first child-daughter,
there were two pairs of hands to take care of her. I could takePorky Piehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08594373850314183620noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921336200329375771.post-32414600198158655002013-07-29T14:48:00.000+06:002013-07-29T14:48:16.624+06:00From Trongsa (III)
After
staying in the guesthouse for 3 weeks, I have shifted to my flat today. It is
constructed out of cement fiberboard as main walls insulated in between with
thermo-coil. The ceiling has glass wool to retain heat in winter. The cozy
luminaries form a perfect interior. The flat boasts of 2 bedrooms, 1 living
room, 1 kitchen & 2 toilets. It is furnished with sofa sets, 32 inch LCD,
Porky Piehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08594373850314183620noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921336200329375771.post-7579127029406734382013-07-22T12:29:00.002+06:002013-07-22T18:47:46.575+06:00From Trongsa (II)
I have put up in a transit camp.
It has the facilities of a three star hotel except there is no wi-fi and data
card fails to connect it. I spent the first weekend in Langhtel in the project
office. There were other colleagues who came to work. They are all hard working
people. No officer leaves office at 5.30. They remain seated working on the
bills until 7 p.m., play table tennis which is Porky Piehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08594373850314183620noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921336200329375771.post-56902636097385921742013-07-17T09:46:00.002+06:002013-07-17T11:43:22.357+06:00Hello from Trongsa (I)
A few updates here. I am globally
positioned in between the rough coordinates of 250000 easting and 300000
northing. Locally I am along the longitude that cuts Bhutan into two halves. I
am in Trongsa Dzongkhag at a place called Langthel which nests at 1230 meters
above mean sea level. I have been hearing about hydro power projects for years
and now I am into it to help turning four giant Porky Piehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08594373850314183620noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921336200329375771.post-10128407416953573102013-07-02T23:13:00.004+06:002013-07-02T23:13:58.342+06:00To son, to daughterThe eyes that don't see a thing
The lips that don't speak a word
The ears that hear only rumbling words
The skin that changes its color every day,
I am coming home my son
To test if you see my circling finger
To lock your mouth
To sing you a lullaby
To change your nappy
Holding your tiny toes.
Daddy is coming home soon, son.
*******************
You have become a big sister
But to me you shall Porky Piehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08594373850314183620noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921336200329375771.post-10780703949669777032013-06-24T16:59:00.002+06:002013-06-25T09:07:34.740+06:00Mantra count downThis is my last week under civil service rule. I am not feeling anything about it. The count down is not about this last week as civil servant. The count down is going away from my family. Of course, I will make my time with them more frequent as possible.
It will be difficult for my daughter. She will be 5 this August. For the last five years we have not stayed apart except for one or two weeksPorky Piehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08594373850314183620noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921336200329375771.post-12333736514189981392013-06-18T21:11:00.000+06:002013-06-18T21:11:38.976+06:00Random thoughtsI am swallowing changkey. It is been the only alcoholic drink I consume lately. I can't consume stronger alcohol. My legs are suffering from 'neuropathy'. They deprive me of celebrating my second child. But I take it as a blessing. Soon I am going away from my family and I know I would drink almost every evenings. Now I won't.
The countdown has begun. I have exactly 8 working days to be in civilPorky Piehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08594373850314183620noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921336200329375771.post-68776623178593072862013-04-21T09:37:00.002+06:002013-04-21T10:28:15.005+06:00The most unwanted spam in my email accountDestiny has been defied when one particular spam starts following me. It is been over a month I get additional mail hiding in my account. For some reasons, I deleted the first few even before opening them. However, my curiosity gradually got aroused and thus I opened them, one by one. 'Everything does not happen according to its fate or destiny,' my belief confirmed. Out of all the spams in the Porky Piehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08594373850314183620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921336200329375771.post-26635259508284586182013-03-15T11:33:00.000+06:002013-03-15T14:54:04.143+06:00I consider something is still left in meIf anything had gone smoothly as per plan, I would have been in position to publish my second book by next month. The writing stopped abruptly last September when many official things came up eating away my time. As soon as I settled down after reaching home, I could sit behind the desktop and typed up to 500 words every day. It had reached 75% of the story when I failed to put life support to Porky Piehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08594373850314183620noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921336200329375771.post-35894708292116360182013-02-28T18:45:00.004+06:002013-10-12T09:46:53.838+06:00I hereby
After almost a decade in civil service, I have decided to resign from it. The resignation comes after much contemplation and introspection. It is not an easy decision by any matter when whole of world is going through financial crisis with companies downsizing the staff and when unemployment level has reached the peak. And not when my career was taking its tempo. They think, resigning from P2 orPorky Piehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08594373850314183620noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921336200329375771.post-42125253568492218212013-02-07T15:57:00.003+06:002013-02-07T15:59:00.021+06:00DegenerationOne thing led to another. The years passed by - a baby boy turned to a golden man. Next the old man died with many others alike. And now we live in this world. Things have changed a lot.
Once upon a time, a family in the village waited for their guests to come to eat the meal together. Now most of the families wait for their guests to go away so that they can have the meal alone.
A cell phone Porky Piehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08594373850314183620noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921336200329375771.post-72925767525111970022013-01-09T11:42:00.000+06:002013-10-12T09:59:02.104+06:00The morning fight
It has become terribly cold in Thimphu. It seems the mercury level has also dropped low in some part of Indian cities as one page on Facebook humorously says ‘The refrigerator door of Rajnikanth has remained open’. I have requested him to close the refrigerator door immediately but of course, he is so busy he does not heed to my request.
The cold always reminds me of Hum Jaiga and I try Porky Piehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08594373850314183620noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921336200329375771.post-52497027811855301342013-01-08T11:34:00.001+06:002013-01-08T12:20:29.991+06:00That F word
When something goes out of proportions, only one word takes over me. The face may give birth to a smile, the words may sling silver or perhaps I may shake someone’s hands firm but when the situation leads to an unnatural acceptance of my inner cognizance, I shout this word, F***, very loud.
Sometime, a month ago, I got a call from one of the private schools in Thimphu. It was a bad news the Porky Piehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08594373850314183620noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921336200329375771.post-68839358124115521852013-01-04T15:58:00.000+06:002013-01-04T15:58:11.952+06:00Short, Fat and the Tall
One is short, one is fat and one is tall. The short is dark, the fat one a pixel better and the tall one fairer. The short is the ugliest, the fat one uglier, the tall one a plain ugly. The short one is from East, fat from Central and tall from West of Bhutan. The short is an engineer by profession, fat is an employee of NGO and the tall one is the educationist.
These three are not the Porky Piehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08594373850314183620noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921336200329375771.post-88970879148703659552012-12-25T12:34:00.000+06:002012-12-25T12:34:10.634+06:00Photo Story
I took this photograph last year and named it as "Extra-ordinary league of women". The kith & kins in the villages wanted each of this photo to be kept as their 'possession'. I heard a photo studio in the East has kept it as an admiration to these generations of women.
From your right: My daughter, her mother, her grandmother, her great grandmother and her great great grandmother.
Porky Piehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08594373850314183620noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921336200329375771.post-35479126088250748032012-12-10T14:58:00.001+06:002012-12-10T15:36:36.722+06:00Little story
I am Sonam Peday Yangchen. I was born on 4 August 2008 in the old labour room of JDWNRH around 8 P.M. The older folks surrounded me and expressed their joys. My grandmother was so happy and so was my grandfather. A lady held me in her hands. Her face looked tired but through her pair of eyes showed lots of love. She was my mother. Just then a black man entered the crowd. He forced his way to Porky Piehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08594373850314183620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921336200329375771.post-2934220975981601342012-12-04T12:52:00.001+06:002012-12-04T12:59:42.404+06:00An ArtistOnce upon a time, we were told that one does not need to teach how to make love. Today it looks like only a half baked story. Love making is an art. I am an artist.
An artist does not hurry up to ejaculate his yellowish hardened sperm until it is churned, nurtured and made ready to regain its original runny state and color. And it all helps when every part of other love maker's body Porky Piehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08594373850314183620noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921336200329375771.post-30936191985435656062012-10-04T11:44:00.002+06:002012-10-04T12:14:01.463+06:00An animalA silhouette of her figure captured my line of sight even before nearing her. She had an average figure but with heels, she was capable of making any male to have a second glance. She wore a darkish brown small checkered mathra that stayed fit to her skin. Her bottom was firm and tight, the very sight made a shift in my groin. Her straight shoulder length hair was another complimentary. I had a Porky Piehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08594373850314183620noreply@blogger.com0