The Eternal Love!


My Heart Fears,

How Can I Explain?

My Eyes Bleed Tears,

These Unconditional Pain!


Missing You Is Limitless,

My Soul Will Search For You,

Life Without You Is Dreamless,

I Don't Wana Whisper You Adieu!


Time Runs Short,

Not To Think Of You,

Love Grows Like Sprout,

Yet, It's Akin To The Morning Dew!


I May Be Silent,

To The Extend By Far,

And Sometimes May Be Voilent,

But You Are To My Heart So Near! 


Leaving You Behind, 

Is Part Of Your Soul In Mine,

With All These Emotions Defined, 

I Wrap My Heart That I will Be Fine! 


My Body Will ,

One Day Become Mortal,

But My Soul Shall Be In Love Seal,

And My Love For You Shall Be Eternal!

Photo courtesy: Hongzhi Li




The Toilet-The Happiness Room!


My door is always closed but open for you all.

I will welcome everyone with all my joyful heart.

You can always make your visit at your nature call.

You can feel free to breathe your lungs out with fart.


I often serve you at the lowest pay for your highest job.

I see no rich or poor but offer my service at same rate.

I always maintain your privacy behind the closed knob.

I always care your waste well as you did just after you ate. 


You visit me with your sick face but you return with smile.

You walk confidently to your place with your relaxed mind.

I want you to be at your best health to walk strong extra mile.

These vital services I deliver to you all is never your hard find.


I do offer extra services to you beside preserving your feces.

For some I offer my room as their own hot chimney tower.

For some my safe space provide the briefest romance places.

I surrender you my secure space as it is under your full power. 


Yet I get the least gratitude from the same patient I treated.

I am being discriminated from the crowd as they see me stink.

I am being slammed back hard and now I feel totally betrayed.

This is really bad problem with you all and really got to think.


You disgraceful human being now I will tell you who does stink?

It is your shit that fusses in your nose when you don’t care me.

Remember I offered my utmost service when you couldn’t blink.

It is you who disclosed your privacy drawing on my walls for free.


My walls and pots are dirty and stained yet you ignore it willingly.

I am thirsty all the time yet you never bother me to serve a water.

Instead you attend me with sticks and stones choking me deeply.

Disgraceful and disloyal human being can’t you treat me any better?


You feel shy to clean me up openly because you seek dignity of labour.

You turn your back as soon as you get relaxed with your same ego, 

But you make your way up to touch me again if money is in favour.

These filthy conducts of brainy human being is the first thing to forgo.


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Lockdown Fever Then!

When the doors are closed, the windows are always open. So, let us look outside from inside. This lockdown may be nightmare for many of us but blessing in disguise for those who live the real life. It is the time to unlock ourselves inside out. It is the time we explore what is really Inside. Inside our house. Inside our garden. Inside our community. Inside our country and most importantly inside our Mind. 


Is our house clean enough to be safe from any common diseases not to mention the deadly Virus called COVID-19 which has paralyzed the whole World? Does our house qualify to be called as Home with love and peace within? For we are guided by the philosophy of Gross National Happiness. Do we have some flowers in the garden to beautify our surrounding? Do we have some fruits and vegetables at least for self consumption? If not our National goal for self sufficiency would remain as far dream. Does our community have same goal and mindset? Or do we simply leave it to the elected Local Government Leaders? We are fortunate Bhutanese under the leadership of our visionary Monarchs and dynamic leaders. Our country is the only Carbon Negative Country in the World which is our pride in all times to come. Our small country has handled this COVID-19 pandemic efficiently while most of the powerful nations  struggled.


The National lockdown was like a relief period for us unlike in other unfortunate countries. Few of us might have stranded in other places but our relatives and friends would be more than happy for the uninvited guest. Further, the government explored the alternatives of reaching out to the stranded people. What could we expect more than the essential goods and medical services delivered at our door steps. Do we really needed our frontline workers who were constantly safe guarding the porous border to simultaneously monitor us in those lockdown when there was a clear instruction from the government?. We had the easiest job in hand then to follow the lockdown protocols by staying at home. Where is our integrity as proud Bhutanese? It wss the time to reflect on old cliche of Being Human and Human Being. It is our mindset who we really are. It is the inner seeking that unfolds the purpose of life be it in worldly or spiritual path. 


While in the lockdowns, let me tell you the inside story of my garden besides fruits and vegetables in it. The Asian Koel often keeps on visiting my kitchen garden among many other feathered beauties. Bird watching has fascinated me over the years to feel the Nature closely. Some research concluded that bird watching helps mental stability. Some relate to meditation and this is an intriguing facts that I have come across my Birding journey. Yes to me it is more than just watching as one will be engrossed in the beauty of it. It develops patience with our mind constantly at the present moment which is one basic fact of meditation if I am not wrong. The breathe you hold to capture the birds in your frame after waiting them for minutes to hours is another fact of building the patience and breathing practice. Above all one shall begin to feel the real life with Nature. 


Let me share some metaphor of our life with this beauty. This brood parasite beauty sings aloud in Spring to Summer and becomes silent in Winter. Brood parasitism unfortunately happens in human too resulted due to unsuccessful marriage and divorce. It is a sad reality of human being. Where is that bond of love and promises that ended up to be a soul mate. Need to reflect on the cliche “Marriages are made in Heaven and solemnized on Earth”. The female birds are dull usually unlike male which are colorful and alluring. However, this beauty is exceptional with dark brown and white patches making colorful to her male partner which are in metallic black. While in humans its just an opposite make up where woman need to be more colorful and beautiful for a man who may soon turn to be the beast. Do we really need a beautiful face or beautiful heart to be a good human being?


They have time for everything right from mating to sleeping while we humans have jeopardized the whole system. We eat wrong food and we drink intoxicated water  after knowing the consequences. We are awake at night with an excuse of busy urban life and sleep the whole day. If we go to bed and rise at the same time bird does, most of us can lead a blissful life. They are so much synced with Nature and it’s existence but we humans are always against the Nature  in many ways. It’s is their ability to coexist so well in Nature where there is a possibility for human too. We need to cultivate our inner mind to coexist with nature and finally to find our own Human Nature.




Life In A Hospital~Some Reflections & Lessons!

Our forefathers probably didn't see a hospital in their lives but our generations life begins there and ends there. The first lap for them was their mothers while today's millennial was a the trained nurses in the labor room. It was then either at home or in the forest with or without delivery team. They were delicate and soft probably with closed eyes yet they grew strong and lived 100. The millennial was just opposite with open eyes to wink to the nurses and looked healthy yet it is hard for us to make through 60s. It was more of natural birth and healthy life they lived through unlike us in era of chemicals and drugs. We are the most advanced and comfortable generation to live on earth with the sophisticated technology today yet neither technology nor God is able to make humans most wished goal to live healthy and long possible. This is the irony of life.

Thus, one is sure to visit the hospitals atleaset thrice in a life time even if one is healthy and strong. Some unfortunate ones live most of thier lives in hospitals with uncertain illness or fateful accidents. For them, the wards become thier home and the health professionals working there become their family. I had the privilege to born on my mother's lap not in hospital but I couldn't escape the fate of hospital wards both as a patient and an attendants to my family. As a patient one goes through the stages of healing and new life again and as an attendant one goes through the reflections phases and realization.

There is another hope of life when you recover and rise from the bed. The gratitude and thankfulness you owe to the doctors and nurses swells in your heart and they simple take it through your recovering faces. The doctor-patient relationships is simply the communication of silence. The most fulfilling moment of doctors and nurses are when their patients recover back to life and the worst is when some unfortunate ones breathe their last on their laps. The routine continues and life goes on. Their noble job of 24 hours service to the human lives is simply unmatched with rest of the jobs. 

Their patience for patients is the test of their mental toughness and the professionalism they display. Since they are treating sick person not a normal human being which are bound to abnormal reactions and abusive nature of patients sometimes. The attendants may also out of frustration abuse the staffs and often the blame game of carelessness surfaces if patient dies despite their best efforts. The disabled and mental patients are more challenging to handle. What if one gets an emergency call at midnight or early hour 2:00 am call? The health professionals can't deny because they don't want their patients to die. 

To see all these affairs one has to be a patient or an attendant but only few see it to appreciate and rejoice the life. Because nobody wants to come hospital but they want to live healthy. It is not their choice but the result of open secret of unhealthy diet. If this is a place where life starts and the place must be life inspiring than place of despair instead. Whether one is sick or not, the place is of worship and life thriving. The prayers are heard more in hospitals than in church or temples because both the patients and health professionals put in their actions for life process. The touch (physical check) of a doctors and nurses to their sick patients heals more than by the medicine they prescribed them. Further, the soft words or communication with the patients simply does miracles because the humans are more mental and emotional than physical. Thier emotional response is more powerful than physical in recovery aspects. I have heard and seen the stern nurses and doctors but they do the best treatment among the professionals.

Health and education are given the utmost priority in any nation and Bhutan is no exception. We are fortunate to have life long free health services. Thanks to our visionary Monarchs and the government. When we have the top priority service it is definitely one of the  best services we are getting yet many don't agree because they feel it is one sided service. Their mandate is to get a token and be in a queue unless serious but we loose patience to wait. After sometimes, the queue gets broken and we start rushing. The queue continues from 9:00 am till 3: 00 pm and just imagine the load one person is taking inside the chamber. The services would be best served if both the party gets into each other's shoe sometimes. 

If you are not an OPD patient, you get to live the service they provide inside the ward right from food to your medicine. I can say we have the best nurses/GNM/HA and support staffs in the wards where ever I stayed as a patient or an attendant.  I recall my first NS drop at Damphu hospital where my father was attending me day and night. There my life was hanging in each drop of the Normal Saline. I was literally bed ridden for a week and hardly move. I used to attend myself at night gazing at each drop of NS after my dad falls asleep on the floor below my bed. I was making sure that no blood from my body should flow back to the NS bottle- the common misconception then. So, I used to let my father's Kera-belt loose down to his face to wake him up and call the nurse to change it. After I was referred to JDWNRH in Thimphu, I had a sound sleep as there were more staffs to take care of the patients. I miss those three times meal on time. We have no proper meal time at home which is killing us slowly. If we are to follow the hospital and monasteries meal time, we would invite less diseases.

It is a relieving moment to see the staffs taking the charge of their respective shifts duty from thier colleagues  in morning or evening. They make sure that patients history and medication for recovery are not taken for granted. The next moment comes more curious when doctors visit each patient to see thier progress. Some patients eagerly waiting for their discharge to rush home like they got freedom from prison. And that is the moment where they show thier hidden manner to stand or atleast sit on patients's tool after they wake from the vacant bed available next to the patient. Some attendants are mistaken for patients when doctors find them in deep sleep without medical prescription history on the edge of the bed. An innocent village attendant gets a call in a loud ring tone and he receives with louder response to the caller. The doctor and his staffs stand astonished when they were busy discussing the patients history. The nurse asks him to go out and attend and he is guided to the washroom to continue attending his call. There was a critical patient with soaring body temperature and fever which might invite convulsion. The brother ask the attendant to sponge his forehead to body trying to explain the consequences but the attendant was busy in phone. The long call ends and brother asks her to sponge the sick son. The mother replies , " let me finish my rosary beads count". Brother smiles and digest his frustration with compassion.

Despite free three times meal to the patients and to some attendants yet we expect our friends and relatives residing nearby by to drop delicious meals. We focus on taste not in healthy diet which is an open crime against oneself. We are what we eat and we know least about eating right food and quantity. We all know we eat to live not live to eat yet food is the least concern we give. We have probably forgotten what the hunger is because we have forgotten what life is too. Thus, no food serves it purpose. We have to clean this mental mess. 

The housekeeping is next to food in the hospital if any one of us have observed it. One can see the staffs cleaning the ward twice in a day-mopping and wet cleaning. However, as we reach the wash rooms and toilet areas, it is common to observe that those places are again neglected as Chaplop Passu sir always mentions and he has a beautiful message about toilet culture in Bhutan in his PaSsu Diary page. When it comes to the toilet culture we are poor in its management right from the space design to housekeeping. One would find only the door sized room toilet and healthy sized man would find himself suffocated. The flush tank would either be nonfunctional or missing in many cases. The only water connected to the toilet has its tap sticked to the wall just to fit in the small jug below. 

The worst part is people don't flush it properly be it in wards or public toilet. I wonder, if they do same in their home. This is a serious lack of self discipline. People don't leave even to spit the chewing doma in the pot and walls they come across. The floors are often cleaned but we neglect the walls and corners with spiders web around. The window panes are stained with either doma spit or tobacco leaves. So, what you do when you are sharing such toilets or washrooms? We have no other option than to clean it ourselves and make it homely. One need to involve in the act to get the result. Many won't understand and they lack simple discipline of life and they just leave it to others. The rest areas in hospitals or offices are all as per 5S policy except toilets. The area where we are supposed to keep cleanest is the dirtiest. It is bad. This area needs to be seriously looked into for clean Bhutan.  




The Tourist Within by Tshering Denkar

 

The Tourist Within by Tshering Denkar is about the amusing and thrilling stories of travel, nature, culture & tradition and some history of Bhutan. The book is divided into three chapters of Moments, Faces and Places. The author has put her persuasive story telling aptitude to hook the readers in every story until they complete the book. The narrative stories of her travel are inspiring and the documentary information of the places are truly enlightening. 

The first chapter takes us through her beautiful journey right from how it all began. The author reflects inner calling of her passion into reality when she was asked, 'How is the world outside?' by her inmate student in Thailand. She then decided to come back home and explore Bhutan as a first female solo travel blogger & vlogger.

Her first solo trip to Phobjikha in Wangdue would make us engrossed in the story where she meets crane Karma all by himself with his own reflection in the mirror. Coincidently the author begins her travel odyssey from the prison cell of this injured Karma and of her students back in Thailand. Her travel dream gets birth in the closed cells for herself and to the world outside. The Bhutanese belief of stepping in the heap of cow-dung came true for Tshering Denkar when she first set her foot on the valley of cranes. 

The stories from hitch-hiking in Doyas village in Samtse in the south to walking up the snowcapped mountains in the north would make us mesmerized. Many of us would be surprised to know that we have one of the highest unclimbed mountains in the world-the Gankar Puensum. Will it remain virgin as it is in future or are we curious to explore it? Well the present status may carry more value than later. There, we have the world’s most expensive fungus plant called Cordyceps Sinensis (yartsa guenbub) which fetches about Nu.1.5 million to Nu.2.7 million per kg.

Likewise, the travel stories of Haa in the west to Merak in the east would never make you bore but keeps on rousing. Many of us would know more about our own home town and places after this book. For example, I was never aware of how my district town got her name Damphu having spent all my teenage years till high school graduation to this date. Thanks to Denkar’s Gateway. The hike to the most visited Tiger Nest-Paro Taktshang would make many of you nostalgic and of course remind the spiritual journey of one’s life. The toilet in the bush with 360° view of nature is to laugh your lungs out and for me it was a cowboy vertical view memory from a tree top and the sharp edge huge rock. Toilet culture in Bhutan is yet to be worked out right from homes to institutions to public toilets. It is a sad reality that many of us might have just left to the wet sweepers in public toilets to our baby sitters at home until we did ourselves in some foreign lands for few dollars. Thanks to Bhutan Toilet Organization for taking the right path.

The second chapter is more stimulating with the people she met and inspired more in her journey. One should be fortunate enough and brilliant to get the individual royal audience by His Majesty the King which she made it with her works. Isn’t it amazing to hear the stories of travel and other golden words from our own God Father? Many would live the dream of seeing His Majesty in person and this book brings you closer to the dreams of every Bhutanese. She also shares the brief moment with our Great Fourth.

Further, the inspiring stories of Denakar’s Gateway will never keep your eyes off every page you flip and wish the book continues. The story of Nomad Kencho and Tashi would melt your hearts that they are the ones who are keeping the culture of Yak herding and guarding the mountains in the fast paced world of modernization in capital city and other parts of the country. Her local travels would inspire many to explore the nearby places rather than dreaming for far foreign places. All places on earth are equally beautiful in its own way until we explore it passionately. We always think more of outside and seldom visit our inside nature. We have blessed pilgrims’ sites and temples yet people wants to travel far and out for more blessings. We have beautiful places to visit yet we want to take a luxurious vacation trips to some foreign lands. This book will definitely help us in turning inside rather than outside for our basic goal in life is to see within ourselves and live the life.

The last chapter will bring you more stories of places and its history. You will travel with Denkar to all the corners of Bhutan where many of us have not even explored our own hometown. The stories of freezing mountains in the north to the scorching plains to the south will bring you more present history of Bhutan than what a past history you read in your primary to high school. When we talk about history, the least heed we give it to because we were misguided that the subject is only for the Arts students. But one should realize our life is history in making and at least our children would read it if not others.

The stories of places should make us feel proud of how the places are named and its historical legacies that we live today. Her stories would attract more tourist and help boost the tourism industry in future for our economy but what is more important is that how every Bhutanese got to preserve and continue the legacy of beautiful Bhutan. Where would be the next cleanest village in our country next to Khetokha? Aren’t we excited to create another such village, community, town, for the high end tourism country? List are long for all of us to explore and her work would definitely encourage local tourism and you may come across the new word and subject called Dark Tourism and Waddling Tour.

This book is master piece of travel literature for those who want to explore Bhutan but no less piece of art to the blogger, writers, authors, historians, nature lover, environmentalist, so on. While the book sounds bit touristic but it has more insight to nature and environment than mere travel and history. Her stories of climbing the mountains and melting glaciers lake, there is a message to the world, how climate change is affecting the small tiny Himalayan Kingdom of Bhutan.   

The book undoubtedly shall promote tourism through the stories of our unique traditions and culture right from food to dress code. The local tourism may boom sooner or later. The book is must for every tourist guide and I am sure there won’t be any facetious stories our guide has to tell the tourist like someone did for the Mebar Tsho- the burning lake in Bumthang valley. It inspires the film industry to make the documentary films may be the Mountain Girl or relevant movies from the stories.

The aboriginals Lhops (Doyas) community from the south to the nomads in the north are few realities of culture and traditions as tiny Kingdom embraces the ever changing world of 21st century. The other minorities culture right from mother tongue to food is already in the verge of dying and this book is the reminder for all of us to hold on to our culture and tradition for Gross National Happiness. The rate at which Bhutanese leaving for greener pastures in foreign lands are alarming and will our children ever continue to stay back home and uphold these values, traditions and culture? Let this book be a guide lesson to our children and to the leaders.

I found my own passion subject in the very first page of the first chapter of the book and I guarantee bird lovers would never regret this book as you will find the location check list of rare birds like Beautiful Nuthatch to critically endangered White-bellied Heron. The birders would find more birding hotspots through the stories like in Jigmechu in Tala and Dewathang in the east.

The Tourist Within shall inspire and motivate countless mind especially the women across the country and around the globe for breaking the barriers of woman in the kitchen mindset society. The men will be equally motivated. The very title of the book itself is liberating for many. For example, our human nature is always outside centric and not inside. The wise are the ones who seeks themselves first and outer world later. The book also reminds us of the royal vison of Bhutan First and His Majesty’ quote, “We must breathe Bhutan”. The book will definitely inspire thousands of souls beyond Bhutan.

I have visited number of places from the book and I would take my family and loved ones for sure in future and add to my travel list. I am passing this great book to my wife and my daughters. You can also gift it to your children.

 


The Missing Life




We will be remembered,
Only after we leave this World,
That is too for a short while,

And It's a bitter truth of our lives!

Yes it's the society we live in,
The surroundings we built in ages,
Believing in the unnatural made system,
Fighting within ourselves for inner freedom!

Gone are the childhood days,
Most of our parents already left,
We remember them the day they exit,
And we miss them when they're away!

We forget to be with them,
Each passing days of our lives,
Because we are after chasing our dreams,
The inside is all void like an empty beehive!

Parents we become,
We leave our children on their own,
We are strict, either careless to go beyond,
And we pretend to be engaged for their life!

We send our troops in war,
They sacrifice their lives for a country,
Their medals of bravery are at graveyard,
Aren't it be given before their defeated victory?

Love and compassion we buried,
In the name of power, politics and ego,
Life we didn't really live but just hurried,
We missed the life itself and letting it go!

The road we travelled is more outside,
Than the ones we did inside within us,
For we never kept our selfish desire aside,
What a missing life we have by ourselves!





My Mysterious Love



My special love,
Come over me,
I  am waiting for you,
Near this small lake view.

I wana hold your hand,
And grip in your palm,
Close my eyes and calm,
For I wana dive in your heart.

Oh dear don't make me wait,
For there is no much time left.
Life Is short for us to waste,
Run and embrace me dear.

I am all yours by your side,
Don't regret when I'm gone,
Love me now and not in future,
For there is no moment like better.

I am overwhelmed by your love ,
I will Always love to love you,
Whenever and where my dear,
Come let's make love without fear.

Oh my love please come,
Don't make me wait so long,
My soul is ready to merge thy soul,
For I want to be a part of you forever.

Come close your eyes,
And kiss me over,
My lips are waiting for yours,
For you taste so loving!

Hold me tight,
And never let me go,
I wana hold you back,
And kiss you long and deep!

Slowly we will dissolve,
In each other's arm and body,
Till we meet inside soul,
For we belong to each other my love!

World Environment Day




We have Only One Earth,
Let's see through our inner eye,
And protect wisely from our heart,
For we have little time left to say good bye!

We came a long way,
In this journey of celebration, 
Yet we couldn't keep our greed at bay,
Exploiting her in the name of conservation!

Five decades of journey,
What did we achieve from the plan?
May be few of them and rest are memory, 
For we occupied all space both in air and land!

We are after morden life,
Never foreseeing the nature in truth,
Few minds realize to the path of true light,
And we are still fine with the tree with no fruit!

Let's act in our best,
To implement the plans that was written,
Right from the kitchen to industries' waste,
For we ought to pass this legacy to our children!

Black-headed Cuckooshrike (Lalage melanoptera) first record in Bhutan

 

On 17th May 2021, I sighted Black-headed Cuckooshrike in Nyoenpaling (Pugli-B), Samtse. I heard the call for the first time when I was working in my backyard kitchen garden. A few moments later, it showed up on a leafy Teak tree Tectona grandis. The gloomy weather affected my vision, and I thought the bird was Sultan Tit Melanochlora sultanea. The invasive birds around, the Red-vented Bulbul and a few Drongo species were territorial and restricted its entry into their area.


The next day, I saw it again perching on a canopy tree near my kitchen garden. I could photograph its underparts and also recorded its call. I reviewed the photograph, but it appeared to be Large Woodshrike Tephrodornis virgatus and not Sultan Tit as the gloomy weather falsified white belly as yellow the previous day. It   did not convince me owing to a poor photograph. I shared the call recording and the photograph in the Dragon Birding Amigos (DBA) Facebook Messenger group comprising of avid birding circles of Samtse. Since the photograph did not show prominent features of the bird, and call recording was    not clear and audible, members agreed to Large Woodshrike.

The call sounded new to me, so I kept my eyes on it. On 19th May 2021 at 1400 hours (local time), I could take several photographs while it was perching on the same tree-Teak. Later, I shared the photographs in the DBA Facebook Messenger group for identification. The DBA members thoroughly crosschecked the visual identification-dark slate-grey head, neck and upper breast, pale grey mantle and buff-white underparts, wings are darker grey than mantle, all pointing towards a male Black-headed Cuckooshrike. It was not possible to determine the age, but the visual    identification features showed it was an adult species. Thus, the DBA members confirmed it as Black-headed Cuckooshrike Lalage melanoptera. I photographed it at PCAL Pugli colony, Nyoenpaling (Pugli B), Phuntshopelri, Samtse (26°49’26.68” N 89°13’33.55” E).

After discussion with the DBA group, I shared the same photo in the Birds of Bhutan (BoB) Facebook Messenger group. The members of BoB (Bhutan BirdLife Society) not only confirmed it as the correct ID but also a new species in the country. As per the eBird Observation Dataset (n.d.), the closest record of this bird, to Bhutan is a record from Darjeeling (27.1N, 88.7E) and Puruliya (23.3N, 86.0E) in West Bengal, India in 2015 and 2019, respectively. According to the Bird Life International (2017), this species has a stable population trend and evaluated as Least Concern under International Union for Conservation of Nature (IUCN) status.

The Black-headed Cuckooshrike Lalage melanoptera (Rüppell, 1839) is a species of cuckooshrike found in south and south-east Asia (Wikipedia, 2021). It breeds in northern India (in Punjab and Uttar Pradesh) and Myanmar (avibase, n.d.). According to Barooah & Sarma (2016), it is found from Mount Abu through Sambar in Rajasthan to Kangra in Himachal Pradesh. It is a migratory bird in Assam. It is also found in Bangladesh and Sri Lanka. It habitats mostly in light deciduous forests and open broadleaved secondary growth forests in the plains and hills up to 2,000 masl (India Biodiversity Portal, n.d.).

The second record was also from the same place, Nyoenpaling B (Pugli) on early morning of April 6, 2022 at 6:15 am. It was with its loud and clear whistling song twe..twe..twee......tweeee....tweee...in the backyard garden. It then flew to the Khair tree and taller canopy of Teak tree near by. It usually takes a short flight from perching tree to other tree frequently without staying much in the same canopy. Its mostly seen flying tree to tree in search of its prey like insects and caterpillar in the tree leaves. They occasionally feeds on fruits and berries but not observed in its first record place at Noyenpaling (Pugli) for the same as it was observed only looking for insects or beetles in the leaves. 

The third record was also in the same month at the same location on April 23, 2022 at 3:27 pm with my friend Mr.Tashi Dorji, Sr.Forester, Tading Beat Office, Samtse. It was frequenting the same canopy of Khair trees top with its call in breaks of one or two hours. We assumed its nesting around but there was only a lone male count as in the first record. This year it visited quite early by a month plus than it first record last year. However, we cant rule out the exact month of its short migration to this place. Last year, it was for a week or two after its first record in the area. However, this time, it was around till last week of May, 2022 from its first visit of the season in first week of April, 2022. It could be still around, since it is a lone male count till date in the area and is observed only after its call. 

It is mostly seen perching in high canopy and make its call. During its call, it tend to perch longer time in same place and takes a short flight frequently. It is seen active in morning with its call and in afternoon. The posture in its call with upward throat and beak to the sky is unique when it goes for a longer call in the day time or afternoon. During the day, it was observed preening and taking rest with some call in between for almost half an hour in the same perch. The bird is seen chased away often by Drongo and Bulbul for being new in the area. 



Pugli River-River Pugli!

 

Thy name be perfect pronounced,
For thou art manifest in profound.
Seasons seldom thee visit plains,
Yet thee never cease to flow again!

Thy presence significant for ages,
Though thou course took changes.
Thee kept thy promise for eternal,
For thou art exist pure and natural!

Alas no more is thy fresh channel,
Those that carried alluvial mineral.
No more is those fertile paddy field,
For there stand tall wall without yield!

Insecure we became with thy purity,
By our greed and lack of true clarity,
For thy source exploited to destiny,
Fools we are to claim for economy!

Thy banks and beds are unearthed,
Reason we spell to tame thy wrath,
Like vultures in the carcass we feed,
Defending we are with our own creed!

Thy creation of those giant mountains,
Will soon lose its natural fountains,
For thou art been disturbed permanently,
And never again that be so heavenly!

Thee exists just by thy name for plenty,
For only few know thy eternal  beauty.
Taking a walk by thy side is romantic,
As thy little waves sound so fantastic!

Those algae’s fresh smell up to nostrils,
Like aroma of love that my heart thrills.
Tiny aquatic lives thee braces in thine,
Along with birds around thrive like mine!


Thee possess all qualities one may own,

But no one behold thy true value beyond.

Thy life at source we take in each droplet,

More precious thy drop to diamond bracelet!


Thy beds are being cozy yet thee can’t sleep,

For we made it into bleak vast drain so deep.

Thou art beautiful in all for it would be history,

Thee shall someday undeniably wakeup in glory! 



Biujinay Sapna

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