The chessboard

The chessboard

As I look at the chessboard a strange thought crossess my mind.

Did I hear it somewhere or was it in my subconsciousness. Where do I or more importantly what role do we play in this amazing game!

As I see it. His Majesty the King would certianly be the queen, the most powerful, versitile piece. moving as it pleases, supporting others, attacking and defending. providing inspiration and leadership. All powerfull.

The bishops would be the Judicary and the NA/ NC. providing councel and making clearcut moves as to provide support. Penetrating deep and thoughtfully.

The Knights would certianly be the Executive and the Civil Service. Making unexpected and bold moves, controlling the progress of the nation. moving freely across the board attacking and defending, providing the support to make all things possible. helping create unexpected moves.

The castle would no doubt be our Armed forces, the ability to move great distances yet versitile enough to come quickly to out defence. striking terror without flinching.

The pawns would be the ordinary citizens, the Private Sector, moving slowly but surely ahead. no looking back, easily sacrificed for the better of all. But with the inert possibility of turning into key players( such as the knight, castle etc) if only they reach the other side.

The King my friends would be the future generations, it is for them we all sacrifice, our legacy to contunity and greatness. without whom we would be like the lost nations of history.

Just another fairytale.

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The Process

There's a cool breeze comin' in from my office windows. It blows away the newspapers on my table, turning the pages around. The banner i've of a dark blue Ganesh moves in gentle waves. The mural i've of the Green Tara sways back and forth.

My friends are having a conversation. They are animated; there's laughter, disbelief, astonishment, surprise and chuckles aloud. This is how we communicate. My colleague, friend, partner, mentor is restless. He looks sharp in a white-ironed shirt and a pair of black cotton trousers. My mate looks good in a black vest and jeans. He's got a plastic hairband holding his hair back. He's trying to grow some long stresses.

The girls in my office are grouped together in a cozy cubicle. They smile every time i walk about the office premises. They whisper stuff and smile and laugh. I don't intrude. Its just lovely seeing them relaxed.

I take a peep in the audio-visual room. The guys here are always chilled-out. They seem to have found the perfect setting for their creativity. They look mischievous. They are definitely into something; a la "The Twelve Monkeys." Perhaps one day i'll see movies they've made in secrecy screened all over town: on building walls and concrete canvases. Something like the thought i've whenever i ride around the kingdom. The rock-face-cliffs en route to Paro would make beautiful canvas for portraits of our kings, saints and heroes.

In the design section there are two of them. They are gifted. One of them did a portrait of Dzongsar Khyentse Rinpoche using sewing needles and pins. Rinpoche was apparently so impressed that the portrait now occupies the place of pride in his residence.

I saw him do some sketches too: a Buddha, an old woman, a takin and a horse amongst others. They are works of art. His craft is naked and true- there's no lying in his work.

I've gotten back to Bob Dylan these last few weeks. His songs takes me places. Resonances of melancholic memories that touch upon joy, sorrow, regret, pain, pleasure, hope and fear envelope my mental aura. He is singing Tell Me. He is singing Thoughts on Woody Guthrie. He's singing away the life i've had; singing away the life we've had.

Its incredible how we all share such common ground. Its a live audience. He's now singing the Minnesota Tapes. These are numbers that didn't really cut into the albums he made. They are great anyways. Now he's Talkin' John Birch Blues. Dylan can sing and fit a lifetime in a line and a tune. He's rehearsing. He' just broken down into some rapturous laughter! There's someone else laughing with him. Probably his producer. They laugh and Dylan starts all over again.

The process is everything. The rest is just so much bonus but the process; now that's where the magic is!

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Kill Me For I'm Tired!

I'm tired. I'd like to say that thrice: tired, tired, tired! Tired of my government coming out with rules and regulations that really don't make no sense to me. Will the real DPT please stand up and do the things they so passionately and unrelentingly espoused during the campaigns?

Will the real Lyonchhen please stand up and do the things he promised so endearingly?

I'm not gonna name the promises but suffice it to say that they were laden with virtues and common sense.

I feel like a fool and perhaps i'm one, but hey, that's no way to say goodbye! Neither will i suffer silver tongued politicians ever again! But that's what they do and if i'm a fool, so are the majority of my countrymen who thought like me and voted like me.

Now i'm tired! I am beginning to see them in a new light: the "Old Guard."

They have got to go. If not graciously then through the ballot. Aren't you all tired too? Tired of seeing the same old faces pulling the same old games? Old wine in newer bottles is what we got and we deserve what we are getting! Americans elected GWB and reelected him!

Look at what they got! Barack Obama might be a saving grace but at what price? Wars in the Middle-East? Recession back home?

We're too small a country to afford such luxurious sidetracks! I'm tired folks! Tired of the web they keep spinning; tired of the bullshit they keep churning.

They wanted swords; they got 'em.

They wanted scarves; they got them.

They wanted cars; they got 'em.

They wanted customised number plates; they got 'em.

They wanted the CDG; they got 'em.

They wanted a raise in pay; they got 'em.

They wanted power; they got 'em.

They wanted a TV black-out; they got 'em.

Now they politicise the bureaucracy; that's scary!

Now they attack Druk Holding Investments; that's scary!

Now they wanna control the terms of the Secretaries; that's scary!

Now they brush aside the Constitution; that's scary!

Now they are trying to dismantle what our Kings built; that's anathema! that's frightening!

Now they are increasingly showing the wolf-fangs hidden beneath the sheep's smile; that's scary!

Now i'm tired; lemme say that thrice; tired, tired, tired.

Should they throw me in jail; Give 'em all a hail.

Should they put out an assassin on me; Come and rest at my grave and know that i'm not tired, not anymore!

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