The Balloon Dance!

Balloon dance. Photo credit: Google.

This fictional story was written in 2012 when I was at Samtse College of Education undergoing Post-graduate Diploma in Education (PgDE). So all characters or names appearing in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. 

                                      

One morning, an invitation letter greets Tandin in his sitting room. Bound with strong curiosity he quickly reaches for the letter as he reads out loud: 

“We the Samtse College Family would like to cordially invite you to the 44^th Foundation Day cum sports day of Samtse College of Education on 28^th of April, 2012 at 0700 hours at College Stadium. Your presence will be highly appreciated…”

A freshly graduated Army officer from National Defense Academy (NDA) from India, of course, now Dasho Tandin gladly accepts the invitation. It has been just over a couple of months since his first placement at Royal Bhutan Army’s Samtse Branch, and the invitation of this sort too was the first time.

Being the youngest of five siblings, he is cared and loved by all the family members. The humble parents of his, who live in a remote Gonpa in the Eastern Bhutan, places so much of trust on him. But at the same time, he is their sole concern for he is the only remaining son to start the family of his own. Which means, he had all that a son aspires for-the loving parents and now a fulfilling career in the Army, but a true companion for life.

That evening during a walk, he bumped into Major Dasho Tshechi, his immediate boss, who is putting up with a messy relationship with his wife who works in California for about 10 years now. Their once highly fulfilling and successful life together had met with regular turbulences with insurmountable mistrusts creeping in shortly after she had left for USA. Now, a romantic and wonderful life are a thing of past. Their only child, now a 15-year old boy, skips meal, hardly engages in conversation, and worst yet comes home hardly sober. He has resorted to drinking after disqualifying for college, this winter. Tandin, in a way sympathized his boss but was helpless. He only wished he could help revive his glory for this was the time his boss should be shinning!

The next day he woke up early in the morning, washed, had a cup of black tea and a two loafs of bread. He then neatly dressed in the plain green suits and with that shinny-silver stars on his shoulders, he looked just spectacular. His 6.0’ height was an added blend to his already dashing figure. In a few minutes, he was in a deep Green Hilux, a pickup truck, zooming along the NPPF Colony and to the Samtse College of Education main gate. His boss and a couple of other officers-colleagues were escorted by a tall lady councilor to the VIP’s tent. 

Shortly, the chief guest, the Honorary Counsul General of India to Bhutan, appeared from his official ambassadorial car as the dancers and the college director escorted him to the Podium, from where he was to deliver a sport day message!

The student-teacher participants in white shirts and paints stood in rows in their respective CG (collaborative group). More than half a dozen of tents were pitched around the ground, which housed the respective CG members. The Flag bearing the CG logo erected by the tent identified the 8 CGs.

As the clock ticked exactly 8:00 AM, with the offering of the Marchang ceremony, the National flag was unfurled and the Olympic torch lighted-indicating the start of the numerous competitions for the day. The roaring cheer-ups from the members, deafening sounds of the officials’ whistles, and remarks of the commentators brought full of life to the otherwise quite campus of Samtse.

Every after the completion of three different sports, the winners were awarded prizes and the next competition began. And with that the guests and student-teachers were kept fully entertained throughout. But the most interesting of all was yet to come. Almost at the end of the competition, the commentator announced that the ‘honorable guests’ are requested to join the ‘Balloon Dance’! Dasho Tandin was at lost, and wasn’t sure if he should give a try. But the college director wouldn’t heed to his pleas as he dragged him to the ground and introduced to a girl, who was going to be his co-dancer. His otherwise white face turned red in blush, but in quest to break the ice, he broke a brief smile to his ‘partner’ and she just looked rather hesitant. He felt quite odd standing there in the middle of the ground with a stranger girl, that too without a clue how the game was played! 

He listened carefully to the MC who detailed out the game plan or the rules: 

A couple is given a filled balloon each. The balloon is to be placed in between their foreheads, and dance to the background music. Whoever fails to keep the balloon in between (falls down) in due course of dancing, exits the competition. 

The rules were said and the music about to begin when Tandin realized that to win the competition, it needed perfect coordination from both the partners. But both of them were strangers and couldn’t dare say anything. He, however, placed so much trust on her and that within no time he felt comfortable dancing together. Bam! There struck the magic! He placed the balloon and made sure she was comfortable as well. He could smell her perfume, which he thought was tantalizing. As they concentrated on the game and coordinated the moves, they discovered something totally unexpected-the love. They both flashed smiles at each other, and exchanged the winks time and again. Tandin found his co-dancer just perfect, well maintained figure, smooth and straight hair and above all a beautiful face! In other words, he found her a complete package of what he was in a need. One after another, the couples left the competition but so far they were still in a perfect shape. As if the spell of invisible glue, the balloon kept sticking well between them. An equally bonded and well-coordinated couple was a bank manager and the college lady lecturer. The audience cheered, clapped, and laughed at them as they danced to a fast-beat music. Although both of them were aware of the fact of life, that the game should eventually end, they didn’t like that fact. All they wanted at that time was to keep dancing together and enjoy each other’s presence on the court. But their wish was rather short lived as the bank manager and his partner lost control of their balloon, making Dasho Tandin and a student-teacher girl the winner of the Balloon dance! The MC as expected roared in appreciation and announced the winners, but neither of them showed any sign of happiness or victory. Deep inside, he was dying to hug her before she could take leave from the court to her respective CG tent, but he couldn’t dare to do so. Somehow, he felt there was a same kind of urge from her as well, but pressure was too much that neither of them could actually dare do it.

Despite winning the competition, he felt sad to end the dance with his newfound partner. He couldn’t believe what has just happened and he couldn’t believe his eyes about what he just saw in that GIRL!

“Wow, she is a complete package,” he thought.

He gently handed her the pink balloon with which they had won the competition and stood for a snap with the chief guest handing them the prize! Without even the thought of it, he handed over the prize to her, bade goodbye and headed towards the VIP tent!

Back in the VIP tent, he felt imprisoned under the confine of love. He tried tracing her but to no avail. She had disappeared into the crowd of student-teachers. 

Sherubtse bids Farewell to its senior most Faculty

Prof. Gopal in his office, during his final days at Shercol

When I first got introduced to Prof. Gopal and Prof. Bala by Madam Dean as a new recruit in the faculty of Mathematics back in 2011, I was nervous! I survived that somehow but when the Head of School then allocated office with two of them, I was even more nervous and worried! Not because they were terrifying, but because I am no match with them and sharing office with Professors was nerve-wrecking. I was worried that our generation gap would be a big issue not to mention about their already established professionalism as compared to a fresh graduate like me. But I was so wronged. Both of them were welcoming, kind-hearted, adjustable, friendly and above all caring. Within no time, I felt comfortable and in fact felt fortunate to be under the guidance of the two professors. But their departures had me shaken, because I had looked up to and counted so much on them for whatever problems I would encounter in my teaching career. Someone like me needed their guidance a lot. But they had to leave and without them we feel like an orphan! Nevertheless, with all their blessings, we hope to move forward as they had envisioned. 


Today morning was particularly chilly and cold. But being in the office wasn't any better. The office which otherwise filled with joy and warmth looked deserted. It was emotionally charged, and the silence in aplenty. It's longest occupant has left it behind after 35 long years. The very sight of a shut-down computer, an empty chair and a few books on the table was indication enough how they missed their master, Professor Gopalakrishnan, the longest serving personality in the history of Sherubtse College, who received the Gold Medal for the same from His Majesty the King in December, 2012.

"He has nurtured Sherubtse College from its infancy to its adolescence stage," says a choked Mr. Manish on his farewell. .....

It was in 1978 when a young energetic 24 year-old Gopal came to Bhutan soon after completing Masters Degree in Science in Mathematics with 1^st division.

He was just visiting Bhutan in total oblivion to the place on an invitation of his brother who was working in DANTAK at Deothang. He had no idea or really decided on his career until his brother conveyed him a news regarding the need for a new maths teacher who could manage both +2 and degree students at Sherubtse college, the only public school then. Although, he liked the very thought of working in Bhutan, he wasn’t sure if he had got that required conviction for the profession. Little did he know that he would be in this profession for next 35 years and superannuate from the same profession once he was unsure of. But he liked the place very much and that’s when he decided to give it a shot. Accordingly, he got in touch with Fr. Mackay, who at that time was also planning to move the school section to Khaling and make Sherubtse a full flegged degree college. Fr. Leclaire was to head the college while Fr. Mackay went on to head the newfound Khaling school.

“He appointed me on the spot, and that’s how I started my career here,” says Prof. Gopalakrishnan with a smile. And he continues, “I can still remember that day, 18^th Feb, 1978.”

His legendary career had begun, thus.

Over the span of 35 years of his distinguished service to the education sector of our nation, along with teaching Mathematics to pre-university students, he has held numerous posts such as club coordinator, provost, Exam cell in-charge, Programme leader and a member of Academic Quality Committee in which capacity he had looked over the quality of the courses being offered in the college and brought tremendous changes as and when required.

“Back then there were not many staffs, so I had to shoulder so many responsibilities, and I liked what I did, because of which I lost track of time. And I don’t know how 35 years have passed so easily,” he recollects.

He is also accredited for developing several mathematical modules for an infant Royal University of Bhutan, when it got delinked from the Delhi University whom it was affiliated with.

On being asked what was/were the best part of teaching, he took a few moments and said:

“I loved teaching +2 specially because the students unlike degree students were so keen on studies and would come up with so many doubts and questions which kept me busy all the time.”

Now he boasts of having many generations of students who are holding various key positions in the civil service as well as in the corporate agencies. As a matter of fact, a few of his own students have already joined Sherubtse College and other sister colleges as lecturers. That’s for him a greatest source of satisfaction.

When teaching has become almost everybody’s ‘last-option’, what made Prof. Gopal to remain in this profession for this long deserves a serious look. 

“I don’t ask much out of my life, that’s what kept me this long here in Bhutan,” declares he and continues, “what Kanglung has to offer was sufficient and good enough for a person like me. I didn’t need supermarkets or shopping complex to make my life happy. The basics necessities, which Kanglung was offering was enough for my survival.”

And he further continued, 

“When I was appointed, my initial payment was Rs. 550, and the house rent was just Rs. 8. This very same room/apartment now the college is charging me Rs. 3000. See how things have changed since my arrival here back in 1978. To lead a normal life, you don’t need crores and crores of money. Money alone cannot buy happiness, and those who have so much money isn’t necessarily successful. If you are happy with what you have, then your life is a success.”

There is no wonder why he was respected highly not just in the Sherubtse College family, but among the people known to him across the nation. The recognition of his deeds, in fact came from the Throne itself when he was nominated and subsequently awarded the Gold Medal for his distinguished service on the national day in December 2012.

Now he feels ever more humbled and respected. If that fact has surprised you, what you will hear later is even going to take you for a big surprise.

“I have never claimed TA/DA in my entire life, until the very last day today (25^th Feb. 2013) when I was asked by the authority to make the claim but I kept on delaying because I didn’t think I should claim. That was for the (official) duty trip, enabled for attending the National day, being one of the recipients of National Merits for life long service (Gold Medal) in Dec. 2012,” says he as a matter-of-factly.

It was only after repeated notifications from the management that he decided to claim the TA/DA for the first and last time in his life!

Just as he was bound to leave the college, he does so with so much of pride and affection for the college as well as country as a whole. In what could be his last words for the School of Mathematics and Computer Science, for which he was a prominent member for so long, he had some valuable advices.

“Our department is single most/biggest department and so far it is fairly functioning well. But there are still (some) rooms for improvement, so keep on working for it. Even if you make a small mistake out of sheer carelessness, it would affect so many students here. So don't be careless!”

He warned everyone to not let the “inherent laziness” take over and that everyone should work hard if success is to follow.

“Each one of you have a unique talents and individuality, so build on that and work on that. Don’t cut corners to please someone and in a way lose your individuality.”

As the time wound up, and his stay here in Bhutan started to fall in terms of hours and down to minutes, the sadness was so evident on his face as well as in what he had to say.

“Today I called my wife, and told her that the school is giving me a farewell party today. And immediately, she cried on the phone, so I was like ‘why are you crying, it is me who should be crying.’ But the fact is she loved this place so much and that the mention of this farewell was so painful for her. So that was too bad, but like I said earlier anyone has to get to this position. And this happens to be just my turn to say goodbye.”

A long silence ensued...

With that the legendary figure ends his stay in the ‘peak of learning’.  

The Last Words-Being conscious of TIME!

Following excerpts are the last words with my students (classes VII & IX) of Chapcha Middle Secondary School, Chukha, during the Farewell session, in August 2012. I taught them (mathematics) for 45 days as a practicing teacher (TP).

The time is a precious resource, which you cannot save for future! Does it sound familiar? I hope it does. Because I have been saying this, countless times and if it was something perishable, it would have been long perished and found its destiny in a garbage pit. But it isn’t something of that sort to say the least. It is a timeless thing. As a GNH graduate, you should be mindful of the time and its significance. And use them judiciously. Don’t waste time for something that would lead you to nowhere, be it short term or long term. There is absolutely no harm in aiming so high, unless of course those aims come into your life as deterrents. But your high aims should sufficiently be backed with consistent efforts from your part. In fact, it is only when you aim so high that you eventually be able to land somewhere in the middle. However, it is very important for you to have a self-comforting strategy worked out in advance. Meaning, that you should not be so rigid or hard on yourself that would ultimately make your life miserable if your aims aren’t fulfilled as you aspired.  And that you should somehow know your limitations and talents and whatever the circumstances, know how to consol yourself. Well again, of course, know how to celebrate your success if it turns out good. Knowing how to acknowledge your effort, time and whatever factors that would have facilitated you to get to that level is very important. I say it important not because you have then succeeded, but it is, in fact, even more important if you have failed. Failing isn’t unnatural to anybody else for we have experienced one time or other. But what isn’t natural is that we don’t take the failure as a stepping-stone, in the sense we don’t access the factors that could have possibly led to the failures. If we did that, we would become a better person following the failure. So key point here, don’t abandon the failure but acknowledge it and learn from the mistakes!

Don’t blame your life when in reality you are the one who is entirely responsible for building that life itself-you are the architect of your own life. Life isn’t what you get of it, but what you make of it. Someone had matter-of-factly said, “Is life worth living? That depends on liver.” Although the condition of liver would ultimately determine if your life is worth living or not, as long as other conditions are well in place, make your life worth living. Because, do you realize getting the life itself is priceless needless to mention being worthy? Even more so, we are the set of most fortunate ones to have borne in the peace-loving country like ours. We can’t ask for more when you are already being accorded with free education, shelters, health care and many more. Our Kingdom’s constitution guarantees it. Don’t you think we are fortunate? I am sure you agree with me. In our country, we don’t have to die simply because we can’t bear the medical expenses or afford to pay health insurance. Despite the fact that our country is underdeveloped with weak economy, the government ensures that we the citizens have a free access to all the medical cares.

Now look back and see if you should feel proud of being born in the Kingdom of Bhutan? Don’t ever forget that our parents have suffered enough in raising us and now educating us. So if we can’t feel the need to thank them or pay our gratitude, then our very morality of being human is questionable, besides we are doing huge injustice to our own life! Therefore, my dear brothers and sisters, I sincerely request you to use the time judiciously, don’t waste time on something which would actually put you into trouble but study well and be somebody that your parents and you would feel proud of. Lets make our country and our parents proud. Ultimately, it is your pride!

Thank you, everybody. 

The New Beginning!

Today is the new beginning for me in many ways.

Today is the first day after the New Year-LOSAR-2013. The female snake year in our Bhutanese term. This marks the beginning of the new year in our Bhutanese tradition, even though it has been almost one and half months since the commencement of the actual New Year 2013.

I have just returned from Deothang after a simple gathering with my parents down there over a lavish lunch and drinks. Despite the college being opened for its academic year 2012 (Spring Semester) on 8th of February, for the obvious reasons, the actual teaching couldn't be started then. In fact, not even today!

With a feel of heavy yoke already in my neck, having given to teach two complete modules Discrete Structures (for VI Semester MP) and Calculus I (for B.Sc. Comp. Sci. A & B), I took today as a very special day. The day that can make a biggest of difference-creating a right impression in other words. 

The very class for the day was at 8:30 AM with final year final semester students with Discrete Structure. Out of total 16 students en-marked to be in this class, only 8 turned up. That 50% attendance in the class sparked a dilemma whether to go-head with the regular teaching or not. But I did not resort to a unilateral decision; instead acted as democratic as possible in seeking their views and majority vote per se.  As expected, they voiced unanimously to call off the class citing they '...want to bask Sun'! 

I did as per their wish and here I am right now in my office penning down my very first post for the year after long long time. This is yet another beginning in the world of blogging. 

Now one more class with 65 (sixty five) students of 2nd semester Computer Science students awaits at 2 PM. I have got to instill in them the true essence of Mathematics, particularly the beauty of Calculus. 

For all these new beginnings, I seek blessings of the Ken-Chog-Sum, my root Gurus, and parents. And of course, my senior faculties, and ever budding students. 

Being responsible…

If you are not responsible for your mistake, who is?

A couple of weeks back I played the game of soccer. It was Physics vs. Mathematics group of PgDE ‘B’. Normally, we prefer playing in the morning due to extreme heat in the daytime. I would be up by 5 AM sharp without complain, all because of a great love for the game. If I were to rate myself in a scale of 10, I would give not more than 5; I am just an average player but that doesn’t deter me at all.

Me at the extreme right: Team Tri-Sci (PgDE 'B' B) vs. BEd. IV Yr

But that time, though, it was already 5:30 AM when I woke up. Within no time, I reached out and woke the teammates up and made our way to the playfield. But to our utter disappointment, the B.Ed students-ten of them playing Futsal-had occupied the playfield. I blamed the teammates for being late and that was what we get being late. I didn’t want to give up after waking up that early. And I didn’t want to negotiate with the B.Ed students either.

Some of our friends negotiated rather peacefully and succeeded in driving those Futsal players away. It didn’t take much time to get our game started. The game gained its momentum and everybody played at the optimum level. Just a few minutes before half time, it was 2-1 in favor of Physics team. Entrusted with a left-winger’s role, I tried to live up to the expectation of every team member. I was feeling comfortable with my teammates and in fact I loved the way they encouraged me to play harder with confidence. Yes, I lacked confidence and stamina! It seemed like everything was coming along my way when I made few long and short successful passes. I even took charge to take a corner kick for the first time in my life. Being a left-winger my mates asked me to kick it totally oblivious to my skills. But miraculously I delivered a fine ball that connected to a goal by our little-overweight striker-Zambala, giving us an equalizer 2-2. Excitement filled the ground, but it was short lived-a talented Physics striker found a net in our post. Now it was 3-2, the Physics in the lead. Nevertheless, we made the last minute pressure on them and we were presented with a very wonderful opportunity to deliver a perfect much-needed equalizer. Our right-winger struck the ball so hard just a few yards away but it deviated from their goalie and went rolling right to our striker only to be missed and I saw the ball making its way towards me. I was alone just a yard away! With just one thought in mind (a goal), I kicked the ball so hard that it went flying away from the post. I had just missed the lifetime opportunity! I felt terrible about the miss. Not surprisingly, everybody shouted at me and some even went to the extent of saying me to ‘stop playing’ if I were to miss such opportunity. In the midst of frustration, I just shouted back ‘F**K U’…!  

Being a human myself bound with full of tendencies, I didn’t want to take this blame singlehandedly and so I blamed our striker Zambala. I made my point that it was his ball and that I was not at all in the position to kick that ball, it appeared out of nowhere, and that I happened to kick it. However, deep down inside me, I knew I made a biggest mistake by kicking that hard. I could have kicked lightly and aimed at the side, which provided more probability for a goal. My teammates would not have to curse me for losing bets-a lunch to the Physics team. I felt so sorry for teammates and like they said, I wanted to quit playing soccer. I thought it was just a subject of humiliation and lost of energy. The final whistle blew and immediately boots on my hands, I made my way straight to the hostel. I began to hate soccer!

Back in the room, the same thought accompanied me. Whole time I was like ‘Pema, you suck at everything!’ I began to hate myself.

But as if a divine has intervened, I came to realize that the problem was not with the soccer or teammates, it was solely with me. I didn’t want to accept my mistake; that was a problem, which made me miserable! Had a taken that mistake as a stepping-stone, I wouldn’t have felt that way. After all, I am human just like any other prone to mistakes! Instead, I had just wanted to escape and not confront with it. I was a loser! Had I been able to realize that I made that mistake and that there was still ample of room for improvement, there should not have been any reasons to feel the way I felt. I had never taken my friends suggested seriously and because of that I was still on the same level while my friends showed much improvement and seemed happier.

I have now come to realize that if you refuse to accept your mistake, then you refuse to improve as well! 

In the name of L O V E...

I kind of knew this was coming when you first cornered me into a tough spot! Yet, I didn’t have enough guts to stand firm with my beliefs. I gave in, rather easily, and now here I am, a completely frail and dejected man. I don’t really love the way you lied!

It occurred to me as a chain of misleading words from the very early on, but as if the repeated lies could become true, I thought may be I was wrong, and that you were dread serious about the whole thing. Hence, my acceptance!

In fact, I have fought a losing battle in that tough spot as to how I should or must go about it. I pondered over the issue over and again, and every time I did, only one thing occurred to me: I’m digging my own graveyard! Only had I been smart and decisive enough to take a ‘right’ course then, though, I wouldn’t be here right now penning down this painful and ugly truth of the fateful encounter with a girl in the name of LOVE!

P.S. Before any one of you draw a conclusion that I was away from this Blogger's World due to the aforementioned incident, I want to make it clear that the story was written last year and that I was away from here due to lack of time having to dedicate whole lot of time in my academic course-PgDE. 

Happy LOSAR (New Year)!

Today, it is all about the day of festivity for the Bhutanese people like our Chinese counterparts. After all, it is our New Year! The day coincides with the first day of first month of the Bhutanese Calendar.  Normally, it is the day where family gets unified, relatives and friends get together over a lavishly prepared dishes or a cup of Ara, locally brewed alcohol and Bangchang, the fermented rice/corn juice(?).

Like every one of you would have something to do on the eve of the day, I for one have a very simply thing. I send out text messages to wish all the contacts that I have saved in my cell phone. This time too, I sent out to nearly 150 people, and about 73 replied to my sms. The most enjoyable part is, of course going through all the texts one by one. Each one of them carries a certain messages to convey about the day, not to mention about their comedic nature.

This year’s out going text message was as follows:

“Its time to celebrate, enjoy, and above all reflect on your bygone years! Losar has come and gone for the time immemorial, and the most impt thing is to appreciate your life and commit to give the best in the years that follow. LOSAR Tashi Delek!! Pema”

And here is the compilation of the text messages that I got from my friends!

“Woo! A glass of ara, a glass of spy, a glass of coffee, lets chase 4 losar wid shakam n red rice. Enjoy it. So wish u a very happy losar.”

“Happy losar 2 u too. Sorry for da late reply. Anyways hope u had a wonderful start of da losap.”

“Same to you la.”

“May god sparkle ur lif wit lightin of crackers n fil ur lif wit joy n hapinss on de occasin of 2days losar. Wishing u a vry HAPY LOSAR Wai! N ya. Lagpu ane zai!”

“Thx n same to u as well”

“Thanks pema sir, I also wishes you and you family a same feelings and truth you shared to me. Let me celebrate this losar for the successful year before, with less unfortune that we had. Enjoy the day. With regards…”

“Thanks same to you”

“Yes sir!!! :-) thank you n I sincerely hope that with all blessings from new 2012, n best wishes from all well wishers, you could be able to proced further with your utmost goal la. May the luck kiss your fate, n may the sky b the limit of your success la. Happy LOSAR la!!”

“Thanks khotkin enjoy the day tomarrow”

“Thkr pema n sam 2 u. Enjoy n ve fun la”

“Hapi losar…njoy..Suga drmz”

“Thanks a lot. Make de day more memorable n enjoyable den ever…hav fun.”

“Thx bro…n same 2 u bro. Enjoy da day! Tashi delek!”

Some however didn’t even have any idea of who I am although we are from the same village. Turned out they didn’t have my number saved in their phones.

“Same to u la whoever u might be.reckon on ur past action n selected da gud ones n celebrate ur achievement n start new life with hopes, aspirations n dream to be meet in reality which will motivates next losar to be celebrate much much more better then today n obtain da 45’(degree graph here after.hapy losar, my fren or????”

“Thank u n same to u…U min pema jamtsho.?”

“So swt…its simple frm my side ‘hope u too wil enjoy d day…’ Thanks mae…dtnt ;)”

“Thank u n same wishes frm my side to one and all”

“hey same 2 u na…enjoy tey may”

"Thanks n same u”

“Wish you Happy New Year!! Dhaw Chu neypay losar lu tashi delek shu gay la!! Thanks ”

"whn d midnite bell rings 2nite, let it signify a realization of al thgs u wish 4, let signify a year of courage n blives..so vt dis I wish u a vry hapi “DAWA CHUNI PA LOSAR” njy d day..missing u..gudnite..”

“Thanks n tashi delek to u 2. Enjoy the day”

“Thx man dt wory m cuming down 2maro.so c u dr”

“Thanks a lot. Billions of smiles. Millions of hapines, thosands of suces, hundreds of prosperity , dozens of good health, tons of hopes, & 1 heart wishing u a very “HAPPY LOSAR” do njoy it. Missing u all”

“Thank.happy losar. Gdnit”

“Thank u so much!! It is pleasure for me to receive this beautiful n interesting sms….i too wish u a very enjoyable losar…Tashi Delak”

“Than q for u r wish n same 2 u. “happy loser””

“Thanks u so much n i 2 wish u a veri hapi losar. Njoy n haf fun. Gudnit n tkc”

“Wakep up with new hopes, dreams and expectations. May god bless you all with happiness. Happy Losar 2 u n ur family. Tashi Delek Yeh”

“Hi hope u doin gud there n me too. Anyway wishin u very fabulous chunipa losar to u n ur family. Happy losar buddy!!”

Thank you everybody for sparing the precious time in replying my text message. May God bless you all!

Note: Sorry for the spelling errors and grammatical mistakes!