Wednesday, 10 June 2015

A Letter to My Son on His Birthday

My Dear Son,
Pema Ugyen Namdrol Jamtsho
As you complete the eighth and enter the ninth year of your life, allow this unfortunate ‘dad’ of yours to offer my heartfelt best wishes on your birthday. May the year ahead fill you with all the happiness you deserve. May you overcome all challenges that lie ahead.

I have always thought about you. You have always been in my heart and soul but somehow somewhere I have never found the nerve to contact you. However, that does not change the fact that I loved you with all my heart, I still do and will always do till my last breath. Never think, even for a slight moment, that your father does not love you.

I have looked at your pictures a thousand times, kissed them a million times more and every time I did, I wept silently. I love you and miss you more with each passing and ageing day of my life. I see you in every child I encounter and the slightest memory of you has never failed to drive me to tears. I know I am not worthy of your forgiveness. Though I have not been able to see you grow in front of my eyes, you have grown in my heart and like your mother carried you in her womb for nine painful months, I shall carry you in my heart for the rest of my days on earth.

Always remember, my dear son, that things always don’t turn out the way we want in life. There are things we don’t have control over. I was destined to be away from you and love you from behind tears but forgive me if you ever can.

Loving you dearly,

With outmost love,

Your dad

Wednesday, 13 May 2015


he mighty ‘Mother Nature’ has unfolded its rage on the innocent unsuspecting people of Nepal. What remains now of this beautiful landscape is a massive mound of soil, a colossal mountain of debris and thousands of walking shadows.

Even as I write this paragraph, I can see a soiled-child rummaging for his favourite toy amidst the mount of debris, his heart-broken mother calling for him beyond madness and a father hoping to find the familiar faces of his family amongst the unfamiliar faces through the clouds of dust. If it hurts us even just to imagine, lay your hands on these affected people. You might barely hear their heart beats. For many, these tremors took away everything they had; even the reason to breathe. One can only see the horror but not the pain Nepalese people are going through. What if we were one of them? The excruciating pain would have been enough to drive us insane.

All beautiful monuments have faded into time. All visual splendour has been obliterated. All giggles and laughter have suddenly transformed into painful moans and cries. All smiles disappeared into sorrows of eternity. All peace turned into cacophony. Where is that Nepal we used to know? Where are all those jubilant joyous people?

 O Mighty Lord, please forgive them if they have sinned. May our poor neighbour emerge unvanquished from this Battle for Survival against Mother Nature. May our prayers find its way into the hearts of our Nepalese friends to give them the strength to bear their infinite loss. May god have mercy on us all.