Friday, February 10, 2017

Get to Know Your Plant/Crop Better

§     You have sown your seeds in the freezing chillness of the December month. Remember, your extraneous covering of blankets & clothes are still intact over the poly-tunnel. And you might be wondering when and how should you go on about removing the protective covers.
§     Well, the seeds would reside under this shed ranging from 10-22 days depending on weather conditions, after which it will gradually peep through the soil.
§      It will be fine to keep everything as it is (covered) until emergence of the cotyledonary (first) leaves.
Seedlings under poly-tunnels
§     However, the blankets, rugs or any covers other than the polyethylene sheet shall be removed during the daytime to allow light into the soil. You should peep occasionally to check the status of seedling emergence.
§     The extraneous covering is only a measure to protect the seedlings against the harsh weather & hence, it should be put back in place during the nights.
§     The beds shall be given occasional watering, providing water just enough to maintain the soil moist.
§     After emergence, the poly-tunnel cladding will have to be removed slightly at the ends for the entry of air.

v You should remember the four basic requirement for plant growth & development;
a.    Sunlight: In general, almost all crops perform well if they receive uninterrupted radiation from the sun. For this reason, the outer cover of clothes or blankets will have to be removed during the day time. Otherwise, it would lead to the sickly yellowish development of your crops. I bet I made it clear in my earlier post that the extra sheathings are simply provided to resist the entry of frost during nights.
Right-Outer protective cover removed for light interception; Left-Plastic folded from side for aeration
b.    Nutrients/minerals: If you have made a conscious effort to select a plot left fallow in the previous year, your seedlings will do fine even if you don't provide other organic supplements. In case that hasn't been possible, try adding a little amount of completely rotten organic manure. The previous crop might have depleted your soil of the necessary nutrients. The nutrient requirement will also differ to a great deal with the varying soil types & conditions. Usually, heavy manure application will lead to overgrowth and thereby, makes the seedlings susceptible to disease & pest attack.
c.    Water: The daily weather conditions and the soil type will have direct correlation to the frequency of irrigation requirement. Copious watering would be detrimental to the nursery crops. Diseases like collar rot and damping off are very common in heavily watered and manured nurseries. So follow the basic rule of  irrigating your nursery just to maintain the soil moist.
d.    Air (Oxygen): Air is a vital to plants as it to humans or any other living beings. Hence, provisions should be made for the plants to have access to air the moment they start peeping from the soil. On account of this fact, the polythene sheet should be opened from the sides for the entry of air. Why only from the sides and not the entire plastic? The open space from the sides is enough for allowing air inside. The idea behind keeping the plastic still intact is to retain heat for the faster growth of seedlings. The harmonious combination of these major entities would determine the health & performance.

Openings for aeration

One-month old seedlings (dated 16-1-17)

Hardening: Let me touch a bit on this aspect of seedling management.
Hardening of Seedlings 
§     When your seedlings assume quite a good growth and you are expecting it to be transplanted within 10-15 days, it is good to expose the seedlings to the cold air outside.
Robust stand of Seedlings (dated 10/02/17)
§     The seedlings shall be left to get acclimatized to the outside/ normal air condition so that they don't suffer from transplanting  shocks. 
§     This process will equip the seedlings to face the outside environment with boldness.
Seedlings left for acclimatization to cold air outside
§     Seedlings transplanted directly from poly-houses or poly-tunnels to the outdoor fields experience shock due to abrupt change in the air temperature.
§     The seedlings cannot resist the change in their environment & some might not survive even.
§     In addition, the growth of such seedlings become retarded while the hardened one will assume fast & healthy growth immediately after transplanting. 
1 month 25 days old seedlings

All said & done, you should make it mandatory to cover the seedlings at night. If not, you will be losing all your outcome of hard work in a single night. The frosty bite is not going to spare your lush leaves. Unless you are absolutely sure that there won't be frost, never take a chance to keep your seedlings exposed at night.
Having catered to the aforementioned requirements of the plants, you are heading for a healthy bunch of seedlings for your crop in the ensuing season. Well, the reason why I emphasize so much on healthy nursery management practices is not something anyone is unaware of. My motive here is to reiterate everyone on the importance of good nursery management practices for the health of your seedling is going to determine the produce you are going to harvest.
While some farmers of Thimphu practice nursery raising under poly-tunnel, farmers of Paro & Haa remained afar from the idea. With the recent intervention by RDC-OA, where farmers & extension agents of  Thimphu & Paro were being trained on the said topic , I am of the view that there will be early production of vegetables from the coming seasons.
Though this method of nursery raising is highly lucrative for farmers as they fetch premium price for their early crops, it also has certain setbacks. Unless you have someone to monitor the poly-tunnels on daily basis, you won't be reaping the same benefit. Hence, the major limitation of the technique is the labor-intense nature of the work involved.
One of the young attendee of farmers training came up with the suggestion to use double layer of polythene sheet to protect the seedlings from frost injury. His idea was that the air retention in between the plastic layers might not permit the frost to penetrate. The idea seems appealing, especially in view of not having to tend to the nursery on a daily basis. However, this is something that needs to go through experimental test to confirm its effectiveness.

Seedlings ready for Transplanting

Monday, January 30, 2017

Sanam Drubdrey-Agriculture Progress Report 2016

In accordance to the request letter (TAPT/Gen/15/3) forwarded by the President of the Tensung Amsu Phendey Tshogpa (TAPT), a team from Research & Development Center for Organic Agriculture (RDC-OA) set off from Yuispang to Royal Bhutan Army Camp, Damthang on 2nd March, 2016.  The RDC team embarked on the journey with the main mandate of providing technical backstopping in line with the center's mandate of providing the same in the  Western region of the country.

The TAPT is an association of the wives of the army personnel, existent at every army base. With the sole motive of engaging women in high income generating activities like the cultivation of high altitude vegetables, and medicinal & aromatic plants, the group geared onto the initial phase of the mini-pilot Project with technical assistance provided by RDC-OA (previously RNR-RDC).

The project in its initial phase intended to extend its wing of beneficiary to around 270 families; majority consisting of women and over a thousand children and dependents. It was also initiated to address social issues like domestic violence, absence of enabling home environment for children, and financial-constraint-driven social divide for both adult and children, and the dilution of family values that are caused by financial pressures on income earners in conjunction with the main motive.

The serene place is situated at an elevation of 3035 m.a.s.l. Yaks grazing over the patchy dry pastures in the vicinity were of common sight. The peaks enclosing the valley remained clad in blankets of snow even in March. The place embraced us with a welcoming note of chillness and serenity.

A  theoretical presentation on the basics of vegetable cultivation was done, which was attended by around 130 women & a few of their male counterparts. It encompassed of nursery raising (under poly-tunnels which would enable early nursery raising under extreme cold conditions and  the ensuing crop hitting the market much earlier as well as under normal conditions); the critical operations required by specific vegetable crops; apt management practices of tomato cultivation emphasizing on pruning and staking requirements supported by pictorial presentation as well as videos.

A presentation was also made on the simple post harvest management of vegetables. This included the simple technique of drying and preserving the surplus produce, if any, to be consumed during the lean season. They were made to understand a simple technique required prior to drying called Blanching. This simply involves immersing the sliced vegetables in hot boiling water added with a pinch of salt for a minute or two. This technique is known to have desirable influence in bringing an abrupt seizure to the enzymatic activity which would otherwise deteriorate the quality of produce as well as help in colour retention.  The subsequent discussion and question answer session was made even more livelier and practical with the presence of representative from the Dzongkhag Agriculture Sector.

With financial support from the Department of Agriculture , Ministry of Agriculture & Forest, the Dzongkhag also rendered their service in installing four green houses at the camp. With quite a huge expense having been incurred on the procurement of such protective structures, our next attempt was on the practical demonstration with major impetus on the proper usage of Greenhouses. We also advocated them on the additional advantage that they will reap provided such structures were put to optimum use.

To augment their level of understanding & then enhance the practical applicability, the team demonstrated and guided the nursery sowing of many varieties of vegetables. The four groups (Dekhas) which they have had been divided into were given training individually in view of higher level of comprehension and greater participation. The groups owned a green house each and for a greater degree of performance, they were made to compete among themselves in production and subsequent sale of the produce.

Except for tomatoes, which didn't yield fruits of optimum size, all other vegetables performed extremely well. However, the centre will be looking into some of the drawbacks in the coming year. Their hard work was also counteracted by trespassing of cattle and wild boars which reaped quite a considerable portion of their vegetables planted outside, though in wooden fence enclosures. So we suggested them to request for the installation of electric fencing through the district agriculture office.
The colony housing more than 1000 inhabitants now have more and easy access to fresh and varieties of healthy and organic vegetables produced by themselves. Despite their first attempt in large scale vegetable cultivation as well as damage inflicted by animals, the groups in unison were able to produce and supply vegetables worth Nu. 40,100/-  to their mess. The details of each group's income are as enlisted in the table below;

Sl. No.
Total Income (Nu.)
Group 1 (Headquarter Company)
Group 2 (Company 1)
Group 3 (Company 2)
Group 4 (Company 3)
Grand Total

However meager the income generated and trivial the tale of success may seem, there is still a string of encouragement to hold upon. The entangled note of challenges and setbacks to be slackened off with the gradual flow of time. The figure would have assumed linear ascend had it not been for the damage inflicted by cattle trespassing and wild boar attack and the slightly elevated price margin in par to market price.

This is gratifying since it is in a way engaging the Tensung Womens' Group in a healthy practice. This also means the dwellers there can get quick and easy access to varieties of vegetables as well as enhance the per-capita consumption of vegetables which is far below the global recommended intake of 250-300g vegetable/person per day.

The camp having been situated far from the town as well as having quite a huge number of inhabitants, it is likely that  the dwellers thereof might lag far behind in the intake of nutrition-loaded vegetables. Therefore, our aim in achieving self-sufficiency in vegetable production at such isolated and clustered settlements was found to be on the positive side in the very first attempt. Though not a tale of grand success, it is the first step leaped for thousands more to ascend with the gradual flow of time.
The activity wasn't in the list of our planned activities, which would have imposed a crippling effect on its implementation for the activity wasn't budgeted. Nevertheless, with a little bit of adjustment and the limited available resources, and the provision of vegetable seeds from the district in addition to ours, we were in a position to impact the group in a positive way.

We wish that similar approach and interventions could be replicated in other such places, especially Army, Police camps or colonies, and monastic schools. One such place could be the Police Camp in Thimphu. There is a need to lend a helping hand in vegetable cultivation. There are many small patches of kitchen gardens, which were not optimally managed. In addition, the place seems to be crowded with many infants and children in their critical growing stage for whom diet with proper nutrition is crucial. However, the cultivable area is very limited and an effort in identifying and allotting a separate area is deemed to be necessary if cultivation should ascend to the higher level.

If something like Thrimsung (Police)/Gaagdhey Aumsu Phendhey Tshogpa could be formed to take on board the same idea and practice, this would provide a huge leap in their nutritional requirement. In addition, the armed forces get free supply of all other items, except vegetables. So the lower income group might not be in a position to afford all varieties of nutritious vegetables. Thinking big and working on vegetable export is one thing but it is equally crucial for us to work on making healthy, antioxidant crammed vegetables available in sufficient quantity to each and every one with major impetus on the vulnerable section of the society.

Sunday, January 29, 2017

Interested to develop a Mini-Vertical Garden?

Vertical Arrangement of Ornamental Plants, dated 8/11/16.

Vertical Gardens is a new concept of gardening originated in Switzerland. It is to be built with wooden frames enclosed with wire netting. The nets are then studded with sphagnum moss, which serves as a growing medium for the ornamental plants. Nutrient & water should be supplemented at frequent intervals.

Those gardening enthusiast dwelling in cities may try this. This has the advantage of occupying minimal space. It can be shifted from a place to another with ease. It can even be used as an ornamental partition in the drawing-room.

The adage, 'Necessity is the Mother of all Inventions' reigns here. The harsh frosty winter has driven me to create my own Vertical Garden of the sort; a protective armor for my plants & a means of using space efficiently.  Mine is a little deviation from the aforementioned points. I have used pots & hung them by means of fastening a thread on a nail. I have also stacked the pots on one another, however, by ensuring the plants beneath are not trampled by the pot resting nearby.

Vertical Stacking of pots (dated 29/01/17)

 All of them would have succumbed to frost bites, chilling injury and then ultimate extinction if they were left to fight the battle with weather themselves.
However, it is lucky of them to be under the care & supervision of someone who is passionate about them. Every night, when the white encrustation of frost descends, ready to gnaw every succulent being with their jaw of chillness, they (my group of indoor plants) rather enjoy the warmth of the bukhari.

Today, it was their outing time. I had to literally carry them one by one for them to bask under the radiance of Sunday Sun & stretch a bit in the fresh breeze. I augmented their bowl with feed of leaf mold, waste coffee beans & a little bit of manure. I bet some of them; the ones with dust accumulation on their leaves, might have enjoyed the fresh water bath. I watered them copiously so that they remain contented for about a week.

Plants have become my everyday companion & gardening has become my experimental field; an oasis of never-ending learning. I am of the feeling that it will be so for the rest of my life. Tending to garden plants & watching them distend their stems, spread their leaves, open their buds, & the series of phonological event makes me grow too. The kind of relaxing & contending feeling it ushers us the moment we cast our glance is undeniable.

Friday, January 13, 2017

Inception of A Model Organic Village

Our Team...

Langpa-Nobgang is a village constituting of 63 households at Haa. The village has found its place on the East facing slope; merrily basking under the radiance of the easterly sun. A pair of mountain on Northwest seems to be guarding the village; the further Nyabji rii studded with silhouette of trees while the Gangbana rii on the frontier remains crested with whitish cladding of snow.

My quest to explore new places sort of acted as an alarm clock. I uncoiled the blankets firmly enclosing myself and set my feet out.  I clutched a bottle of hot water in Louis Prince Stainless steel in my fingers rendered rather stout by the flabby hand gloves; pulled up my long boots augmenting the already existing pair of socks within; zipped the chain of my overcoat up until my chin; slid over the jet black cap adorned with fluffy white fur; and took a jovial stroll in the severe cold. I was greeted with so pleasant a feeling to be outside.   
Everything on earth was glazed with whitish encrustation of snow. The withered grey grasses appeared severely strained by pressure from above. The crystal clear river meandered with its gentle soothing tune- along its self-defined course. Fumes of smoke spiraled from chimney here and there. The majestic mountains and spurs casted their motherly overlooking glance.  
Our holistic team, consisting of members from the National Organic Program, Research & Development Centre for Organic Agriculture, National Soil Service Centre, the Dzongkhag agriculture & Livestock sector were greeted by a set of keen looking people.

Our consultation meeting took ground on one of the farmland. Perhaps the dwellers therein didn't build a house that could accommodate around 70 people. All of us sat around the fire place and we battled quite a hard time running away from smoke making forced entry to our eyes. While our faces and foreheads enjoyed burning sensation, we were gnawed by chillness from behind. The reverse happened when we turned our backs to fire.

Meeting with farmers around the smoky fumes.

Just before our meeting commenced, a boy seemingly in his 5th or 6th year, buried in a red hood, nested atop a nearby fence, bellowed at the top of his voice the song, 'Gawala...Kyiba dhula...Gawala...Kyiba dhula'. His song was fortified by the occasional drum beats over the steel bowl clasped firmly in one of his hands while the other gave quite a hard bang. I couldn't help myself but manifest my uncontrolled laughter within in the form of a placid grin.

The Program Director of national organic program, ma'am Kezang Tshomo explained on the objectives of our visit, made a brief statement on the health hazards associated with the consumption of chemical residue-loaded imported agricultural commodities and our sole motive of setting up of model organic village. The farmers were made to understand that the very reason why their village was chosen was based on the fact that the village already has a functional Organic Buckwheat Group, operated by a member of 27.

Our team went with an open mind. We didn't want to impose on the farmers that they take up organic farming. They were given time for discussion and give their final stance. Given the fact that the farmers are still largely organic by default, their idea of going organic did align with ours. Except for the use of suphala in potatoes, which of course is their main cash crop, the farming community remained almost sealed from the entry of other agro-chemicals. They expressed their instant willingness to forego the use if they were being provided with other alternatives like effective bio-fertilizers.

The set up of the model organic village will be financially backed up by ANSOFT ( Asia-Pacific Network for Sustainable Organic Farming Technology), which is a sub-activity under the broader head of AFACI ( Asian Food and Agriculture Cooperative Initiative). The small Project will be extending over a period of 3 years.

While the meeting stretched through smoke-triggered teary eyes and flimsy descend of snow flakes, I took the liberty to scan each and every faces. What did I notice or discover as a matter of fact? Only 4 or 5 out of the mass of 50 farmers had their mouth sedentary and unstained. The majority of the rest were ardently engaged in masticating betel nut; staining their mouth and teeth tinted red. I at a glance detested their behavior of being a voracious betel nut feeder.  

The narration of trivial incidences aside, the preliminary visit; consultation meeting with farmers; identification of their production constraints and potentialities or opportunities; development of cropping calendar and streamlining our interventions according to the needs and opportunities of the village has been through. I am already envisioning the Langpa Nobgang Model Organic Farm being fully operational, it being the model village for the temperate agro-ecological zone of our country.

Saturday, December 31, 2016

A Letter to My Mother

Dear Ama,
My  mother(on my left side): mother in-law on the right.

I owe you immense sense of gratitude for enduring seamless pain in my upbringing. You were alone in your stance and on  your path to raise, cuddle and mold me. You held your self esteem high when it bogged you down with. You stood up and leaped forward when challenges made you to kneel down in utter despair.

Many a times, I sensed your tears dripping down, but you never meddled us in the pool of your tragedy. You traversed a journey to combat a lone battle.

The agony of raising a pair of fatherless children would have gnawed hard on your bones when you have had already walked in the same shoes yourself.

I had a narrow death escape when I wriggled about out into the fireplace and have had my left limb burnt. The scar tells it all.

Perhaps that is only the second escape. The first one terrifies me utterly as it did tune its terrific fingers once at you.  I was greeted with rigid stone slabs instead of cozy blankets when I first entered this world. Who would have endured the pain seeping down each orifice of your heart when your first child lands head over the stone slab;  your fingers to caress only at the motionless child?

Ama, you faced all these; all alone. With none to hold your hand; none to share the tiniest bit of agony consuming you at such critical time leaves me awe-struck. I  understand your stance very clearly. Yet you moved forward.

Ama, you invested remarkable amount of your energy in building our family house. This routes down to the fact that I was left on my own in a wooden trough. I dwelled secluded in the trough, used for bathing me, as long as you fought hard with sores  resulting from the hard labor at the construction site. That was also the time when I was left to explore on my own, within the trough.

You beautifully narrated me the cuteness with which I smeared my own shit on my thump; relishing each jubilant suck. Perhaps that was only the thing that I found. Perhaps, we didn't have enough to keep my digestive glands satiated. However, circumstances didn't favor you to dwell in the house that you have  contributed enormous physical labor for.

I was hit hard on a day when I came over for vacation from school. The roofing over  our hut, lying in the vicinity of our previous house was frayed. Rain splashes came spluttering over our head.

Ama, what would have crossed your mind when fate didn't scribble a line to bestow you with a piece of land to erect a dwelling of your own? I boldly declared, "Ama, don't worry. Let me complete my studies first. I will be in a position to take care you and my siblings. A roof over our head and enough to feed ourselves; I bet you this". I noticed you casting your skeptical eyes on me but I was sure of what I was saying.

We borrowed a piece of land (of our relative) and constructed a small one-storied house. She(relative) was generous enough to lend the land at a meager amount.

Ama, I still remember the glow in your eyes, reflective of the utmost joy a couple of years ago. I stripped myself of my six-months stipend and concealed it in the khadar my grandpa gave me when I departed for my further studies. With the amount, I bought all the requirements (wires; sockets; bulbs; plugs and other miscellaneous items) for the set up of electricity line at our new home. With light at our home came glow on your face. That was the least I could do for showering me with boundless love.

Ama, stream of memories greet me but one in particular is still intact. You reminisced that an astrologer foretold that you are going to lose me during infancy; that my upbringing will be difficult. But you succeeded in clinging onto the narrow ray of hope and raised me with all difficulties. I am going to let you dwell in the reality of being extremely useful child as has been predicted.

My Ama, I know of the times when you didn't own a penny. However, you assured me that you are going to give me the amount, if needed during my schooling years even if you have to go begging, borrowing or whatever. My ama, you were handing me a few thousand notes as a refund for the payment incurred for your pilgrim trip and the Indian Currency exchange. Today, I reciprocate that love of yours with the same dialogue. I am not going to take a single penny from you now. I am going to do this small favor to you even if I have to borrow from others.

This is the testimony of my unfaltering love  and gratitude to you, Ama. Words are not enough to thank you.

Today, you said that I kept my words. As I drove you to Dechenphug lhakhang before you left this morning for your pilgrim trip to Bodhgaya, you expressed how grateful you are to me. You disclosed, " Everything we have back at home is an outcome of your hard work; from the electrical appliances,  clothing, food, cash in hand,  electrical milk churner to every item visible at our house reminds me of you". I seriously think that is what every parent raises their children for. If this foremost step of gratifying ones parents is nullified, I don't think there is any better way to serve others.

This letter to my ama is also in response to the numerous birthday wishes and blessings that I received on my birthday. I rather took it as a day to pay homage to my mother; my creator for sculpting me into the person I am. I also took it as a day to spring my thoughts  back to where I came from; not to forget my background no matter how high I may soar in life. It was also a day for me to reflect on my deeds; what extra advantage I can be to the universe for my creation. The emotional outcry reflected herein isn't a note to dwell on the hurdles of the past but to learn from it and then stroll further.

With this note, I also wish everyone a Happy New Year. Sieve the current year's experiences; leave the debris; take the clear filtrate of good deeds and thoughts in continual swing to the new year.

Wednesday, December 14, 2016

The Enchanted Land of Tuva; A review on The Tale of Tuvian Prince

In the first place, I would like to applaud the writer, James M. Brady, in maintaining a consistent dose of simplicity in his writing from start to the end. The book, enriched with a true tale of romance and values of life is worth letting your eyes steal a consistent gaze.It won't fail to be a page turner.

I equally rejoice in the fact that the writer is able to swing back to a normal life after a fatal accident that robbed him of his stunning wife; leaving him emotionally plagued for the rest of his life. To fill up the hollow dent in his heart and the family, he embarks on a journey that will steer his life in yet unheard direction.

The tale exclusively features the writer's romantic accomplice, Alima. The writer, in his dire quest to breach the gap lands up adopting children from the Republic of Tuva, facilitated by a student exchange programme.

No sooner, the two finds themselves bound by the magnetic power of love. Theirs was a pure test of love;  unyielding to the vastness of age gap between the two. It was a manifestation of romance set crossing over the formidable barrier of religion and custom poles apart.

The name Alima keeps on recurring so often to me. As much as the writer finds it an utterly exigent task to erode the name from his memory lane, it has established quite a prominent place in my brain too. A few lines for the writer in conjunction to his tale shall I unveil herewith;

Dear Mr. James; the Tuvian Prince,

I really appreciate your kind gesture in every endeavor you undertake. Your charitable work has touched the hearts of many and I hope the same trend will follow in the times to come. Fate might have robbed you of the most important person in your life but it didn't tune its cruelty fingers at your heart to rob you of its richness.

Beyond a tinge of doubt, I would regard that to the fact that the heavenly abode might have regretted immensely for having exercised their power of fate in making you half-death for they will be crippled by the loss of a wonderful person.

I can't even imagine the fact that the fatal catastrophe had left your right leg broken at thirteen places. The reality that your face has implants of a metal plate and four screws above your right eye and again two metal plates & six screws below your right eye is something that I cannot ingest; but an unadulterated fact.

However, had you not been through the critical journey of your life, perhaps the idea of writing might not have dawned on you. The series of events ensuing the mishap might have created a dent on your life, and accordingly triggered your sensory stimuli in spontaneously pouring down your feelings in black and white. Perhaps, the book that you have gifted to this world is the silver lining to the dark tumultuous cloud of the misfortune. You have left your legacy to the world in the form of Book embedded with values.

The greatest asset I discovered going through this book was the writer's unwavering faith in leaping forward in life. He, despite hurdles of colossal impact, clings onto the ray of hope and proceeds on with his life. Life may not present us with the  leveled glossy path for all the times. At times, one might have to tread over the thorny; the rugged; the hazardous path and so forth. No matter how treacherous a path you have had walked, there is no time in lamenting over it at the end of the journey. You ought to let the wounds heal, revive yourself to normalcy and start leaping forward.

I have had my heart sunk in the pool of sadness at the end of the story. As tragic as the tale begins, it ends with not much of deviation from the tangent of melancholy. Nevertheless, I was reverted back to my comfort zone with the lesson it bequeathed on me. I take pride in sharing it with you all;

People may enter your life; create a massive impression; perhaps leaving irreparable dent on your heart, and may leave your for eternity without prior notice. But we cannot afford to desolate ourselves in the secluded realm of misery & grief. Life got to move on and we shall be the change agent in the move. Our chance to clutch on the physical realm may seem as imaginary/virtual as the transitory dew drops. We shall not fail, however, to clutch firmly and then cherish the very moments of life.

Life is as good as an iridescent rainbow. A fine moment where the mighty rays converge with the heavenly shower would it loom its flawless colour. Many a spectator would have their fingers pointed in its direction; casting their unflinching gaze in awe admiration. But the very next instant, it will be gone; dispelled by time and conditions. The true reality of our life runs in parallel to the nature of rainbow.The tale of Tuvian Prince is a perfect embodiment of this principle of life.

Friday, November 25, 2016

Tale of Agey Kezang; Are all loners fated to take the same en-route to Deathbed?

As I sat on my veranda, letting the radiance of winter warm my back, my eyes yielded inevitably to the secretion of my tear glands. The window of my vision loomed in a series of events stacked on my memory shelf. I was flooded with emotions.

The slightest sight of the speck of wooden miniature hut on the distant hillock stirred my emotions. It lay partially curtained by a cluster of pine trees standing tall. The steep gradient remain evenly carpeted with brownish winter grass. I was fervently cursing myself for the failure of my ears to hear a story of the lone dweller. How did my eyes fail to cast a glance upon that miniature hut?

As demanding as the situation seemed, we, seven ladies took an uphill stride. We tuned our pace to the galloping dusk. A few of them were gasping. Everyone lighted the flashlights of their cell phones. The hut lay eerily silent as its surroundings. I could only hear the water trickling from a pipe a few meters away from the hut.

The crack-laden wooden door was exactly of my height. Incessant calls and knocks on the door didn't even stir the dweller inside. We gazed blankly into each others' eyes. With due permission from Aum Tshogpa (village head), who was also present with us, we decided to forcefully open the door. Our only male companion descended back home to get a crowbar to implement the idea.

We later on discovered that the door wasn't latched from inside. Instead, a stout stick was laid perfectly against the door. But the room was empty. It only instilled in us only the feeling of abrupt absence of any household activities for the last couple of days. The mud-built, ash-filled oven lay overcast with gloomy soot. A few piles of dried twigs lay in close proximity but without any signs of it being burnt. The room looked completely deranged with clothes and household items lying haphazardly all around. The entire room was a cacophony of stillness and grief.

Everyone looked hesitant at our next attempt. Could he be lying in the only adjacent room? Could he be still inhaling? Could he have breathed his last? These were the queries that nagged our brains at the moment. We were led by Rai daju (brother). I followed him. I didn't care whether I will be plagued with stigmas and social obligation associated with dead bodies. The only thing that occurred to me was, I want to help the old man if he is in any way not devoid of life. As he flipped aside  the rugged clothing, it brought into our sight the scene.

The scene that greeted my vision for the next couple of seconds is going to haunt me for quite some time. I try not to but the scene keeps on recurring so often. Let this scene occupy a recess in my brain. Let this be a reminder of transiency of life. Let this be a source of contemplating change in life.

Neatly slid under the rosy red blanket was Agey Kezang. We were expecting some signs of him being alive. But his body lay still as his walking stick. One of his legs seemed to be folded slightly, as indicative of his protruded knee-cap. The only part visible was a part of his forehead.  To our despair, there wasn't any ray of him being alive. 

We somehow confirmed that death has taken its toll on the old man. The only form of activity seems to be after his death. It was an utterly disturbing scene to see the serene /body underneath being laid over by cat's excreta. What was even more distressing was the fact that the cat has vomited blood admixed with a slimy mass of flesh. We couldn't proceed further for closer inspection for the scene was so nerve-wracking.

The moment aftermath was so disturbing that I stood in my sitting room with the time ticking closer to midnight. The recurring scene squeezed my tear glands that I inadvertently yielded to its copious secretion. I stopped abruptly for a thought of our age old tradition did strike me. It is believed that we will obscure their path thereafter if we cry after a departed soul. Fighting hard between whether to cling onto the belief or not, I ran to my small altar room. I prepared and lighted a butter lamp, praying for the radiance to guide him through his path. My prayers that followed were in fervent wish for his soul to be elevated to the heavenly realm.

And more to it in the coming days. I am delving a little deeper into Agey Kezang's extraordinary tale, which I will be bringing forth in a few days...