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Tuesday, December 28, 2010

With Love to Aunty :-)

Past two days, Business Bhutanians editorial team is in disappointment.

Reason: Not because Kuensel or other papers has used their story angle or wrote something against them.

Any Guesses?

Because, aunty is closed!

Since the time we have shifted to the TDSC building, aunty has been a savior for us. This lady in her early 40's has become a part of the Business Bhutan team. In fact she can be called a mother to them.

A wholesome meal of rice, meat, vegetable and dal for just Nu 45, is a good deal for reporters like us who is broke by the first week. But the greater plus point is the homely taste and the tinge of love with which she feeds us everyday.

One of the most common of things apart from being the best newspaper team in town, Business Bhutanians would all agree on without a second thought, would be “Auntie’s lunch.”

Aunty has been closed for two days, and people are already going haywire on where to head. Despite plenty of options, the addicted customers of the once Bhutan observer canteen now taken over by Business Bhutan, panic.

Usually, the moment the clock strikes 12:15 P.M, a familiar tone cheers up the reporters who are either transcribing or writing a story for the week.

“Lunch, Lunch,” goes a voice on the third floor. And like a war trumpet blown, the team gathers and marches towards the Zeeling building, and from a distance go, “Aunty, what have you cooked today?"

Every time she answers that question, her customers go," good."

But lately Aunty has been sick and the happy times are gone and we have suddenly realized that when she is closed, we have to think hard about where to head. (Even with a lot of options open, we are always disappointed with our decisions) and we go, " Our Aunty is the best."

We miss the taste and love with which she prepares food for us. We miss the noise we make when we are in her small room in the corner. More over, we miss eating together.

Because when Aunty is closed, we scatter and head in different directions.( That can match our pockets).

It seems like the whole of Business Bhutan team is binded by her food.

We miss you Aunty, " Get Well Soon." It has been long that we have been feeding on momo and koka.

Monday, December 27, 2010

Monday Blues

Another chilly Monday afternoon..the kerosene heater is full on in the Business Bhutan editorial room, the editor's door is closed for sometime now..a meeting is going on inside. Outside in the reporters den, reporter go,

" Badsa.."

" Eka".." "

"Chakka"..it goes on and on..

" I had 25 $ million, "goes our CEO, now " I have 14000 $."

I have listened to Lady Gaga's poker face now I hear of this game called Poker. It sure sounds interesting but then I am not a gaming person. I dunno why, but these games never fascinate me expect the butterfly game which I have been trying to free for the past few weeks and have managed to free only three..still have a long way to go.

It is difficult people. My eye goes go red with the strain that I get after clearing a stage. I must admit, it is addictive.

Shaking it off.. For the past two -three hours I have been trying to write a strap for Seven- this week, it is going to be on 7 reporters of Business Bhutan. Sounds cool right? Just a 100 word summary of what we have learnt in the past one year and I am blank!!!

Reason: Either I have too much to write about or am confused what to write on. Maybe a last minute push from our editor and motivator would help but for now I can think of is writing a post on that.

I realize that I am getting addicted to my blog. I keep thinking on what should I write today, How to maintain it..How to increase my followers and posts and feedbacks.

I have started to love it more than the butterfly game and the long list of movies that i used to watch on when I was doing nothing. I feel like jotting down every time I am idle..and wonder, " Am I, on my baby steps to become a writer?"











Sunday, December 26, 2010

Cold weather and sad me


Lazy me, I missed another Sunday service today. Although yesterday I spend half the day in the church, today I spend the whole afternoon sleeping.

Can you imagine, I slept for about 11 hours...mornings are so cold now. Feel like cuddling up and sleeping. But I felt so rejuvenated after a hectic Saturday afternoon but mom would not understand that. She kept telling me that I slept all afternoon. I get one day to sleep and that also..

I got so angry from inside but then kept quiet. Not that, I wish to do it every time but what do I do when I cannot wake up. I would love to be a early bird and see the sunrise but in vain.

It seems a long time that I have witnessed the breaking of the dawn..oh, how I wish to be in Kalimpong.
I miss the early morning walks and the mist that came drifting by the veranda. And I would leave my doors open while I arranged my bed. I loved the air.

Next, I would find myself walking with a gang of Cluny girls walking down to college, and how we used to chatter everyday to college. We never ran out of talks and laughter. Sometimes, the group used to be so big that taxi drivers and lorry drivers used to shout at us, " You, Girls don't want to get married or what?"

And all we used to do was laugh about it. It would cost us Rs 5 to reach college but the charm we had in walking the stretch from 10th mile to 8th mile was something we did not what to miss out on. We all knew, this were the little things that we would miss later on in our life when we would venture out from college.

I miss the basking in the sun during breaks. The mix of momo and the Aloo Thukpa we used to have for lunch and the add ons. Rs 20 a day, and it used to fill our tummy..it was something gals.

All said and done, three years have passed. All of us are sailing in different boats, some have married and have become mothers, most are teaching, some are doing business, few still studying. All those girls I knew then have now become women. Serious ones!!

As I write, a lot of other memories come in, but then I would like to make it known to them, that i miss them all: Suman Singhal ( We used to call her Suman double), Deepa Bhujel (Skinny), Barsha (Chutki), Ugyen Lhamo ( Little Girl), Sister Shasi ( Our saviour) Yangchen Lhamo( Jerry), Kunzang C. Choden ( Moti), Leki Choden( Aiishh) Diksha Rai( Nakalii), Panna Rai( Nepali Avril), Karma Choden, Deepa Nirola ( Chamba), Barsha Sharma ( Lambu), Rinchen Dema( Th**)

Look at me, I was talking about the cold weather and bad temper, got drifted myself..:-)

Well, guys this is to tell you guys that I miss you all and I love you! I would write more on you guys..I can tell, you all want to go back to those good old days...Me too..!!!

Mom is calling me to do the dishes......gtg!! ( I need gloves)