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Saturday, March 28, 2015

A Stradivarius Leader

"A Stradivarius Leader-
On the passing of His Excellency Lee Kuan Yew, one of the most extraordinary and visionary leaders of our time, I convey my deepest condolences and those of the people of Bhutan”  
describes His Majesty King Jigme Khesar Namgyel Wangchuck who is in Singapore to pay his respect and condolences to the Country’s Founding Father. His Majesty the King is also accompanied by Her Majesty Gyaltseun Jetsun Pema Wangchuck.   
His Majesty the King and Her Majesty the Queen paying tribute and condolences   (Source: click LINK)
(Condolences expressed in Dzongkha by His Majesty) Source: Click LINK
The Late Lee Kuan Yew popularly revered as the founding father of modern Singapore was the first Prime Minister of the country. Within a span of a single generation, the Late Lee Kuan Yew has transformed that little shrugging island with no resources to the first-world status. Besides being the nation’s idol and a popular figure, Late Lee Kuan Yew was an asset to the neighboring nations and the entire globe for his clean and transparent political model.  On 23rd March, he has peacefully passed away leaving Singapore like a living monument of his accomplished vision and print of legacy in economy and politics. 
"At the end of the day, what have I got? A successful Singapore"
What have I given up? My Life"- Lee Kuan Yew (1923-2015)
The soft truth of Lee Kuan Yew (Courtesy: Click LINK)

As history will remember Late Lee as a truly selfless leader, I join His Majesty the King and Her Majesty the Queen in offering our deepest condolences to the entire Singaporean family for the loss of their nation’s gem.
May his soul Rest in Peace. 
  “Leadership is not a title. It’s a behavior. Live it”- Robin Sharma

Friday, March 27, 2015

Why Winning Matters?

Winning and losing is an integral part of any competition just as success and failure for every human endeavor. Though neither of the two are eternal and final, humans have already defined a transparent jurisdiction. And because of this territorial distinctions, the gravity of value that we place for both differs enormously.
Winning is not permanent and failure is never final, they say. But when it comes to a collective societal approval, it is the winning that gains the whopping appreciations. Therefore, winning in our life certainly matters.          
If winning is not in the heart of our mind, what is there in running a race or a contest? We belief (even I believed) that being a loser, we identify an approach that does not work at least for that moment and get a chance to innovate a strategy to win in the next challenge. But think! What will the winners do? Certainly, they are never a standing water. If we contest for the sake of participation and winning is never in the cockpit of our aim, we are without doubt taking a path having a less resistance. Such kind of premature and primitive attitude will bottle up and contain our growth of growing tall and thinking big. That’s why, winning matters!
Winning means gaining position. Be it employment or an interview, examination or marathon, only the winners can occupy the vacant chair or receive a coveted trophy of high recognition. Should we still snooze with a belief that, even if I fail in this interview or contest, I will gain a chance to win in the next? That’s OK but the question is, when is the expiry date of that so-called next? So, it is always that winning matters!
Winning creates legacy. Legacy is after all what matters for the historians to read it as an epitaph to remember or economists to use it as radar to measure might and success. No matter what size of energy and determination we invest, unless we win that event, none cares. Take an example of the recent victory of the World’s Worst Soccer Team sealing the fate of the team which was 36 places above it in the 2018 World Cup qualifying match. The infantile Bhutan’s national soccer team, branded as the world’s worst team unfortunately in the nomenclature of the football’s biosphere, had never caught the front pages of international media until recently it won by 3-1 on aggregate from Sri Lanka. Some might argue on the basis that it was just a stunning performance from the worst team but that stunning performance is what we call winning. Similarly, when the first New Zealander Edmund Hillary conquered the Mount Everest with Tenzin Norgay Sherpa of Nepal, he is vividly remembered to have said, “No one remembers who climbed Mount Everest the second time”. Or Walter Hagen’s captivating statement is worth sharing when he said: “No one remembers who came in second”. Other than the person who came second or someone who stood third does always remember but certainly not the mass, not even the history sometimes. So it is winning that matters!  
Winning is a compass. From the onset of that particular victory, we get to know the direction of our energy and hard work. We identify that there is only one direction and that direction is to head forward. Once we win, even our timid heart matures to be undeniably stronger and our head becomes the workshop of innovation which, is a golden key for progression. That’s how our Yellow Dragons (National Soccer Team) proclaimed that they will win the second leg of the World Cup and which they did, despite being an infant team furnished with a very scanty resources and capitals. After their astonishing victory, their adrenalin were boosted with a high level of confidence to set into a right direction so that they ignite their capacity to its optimum level. So winning matters!  
Although winning matters, it is inevitably full of friction. It is a grueling and arduous journey that needs to churn calories of our energy. It is everything that matters particularly in this 21st century where the world is dominated by the beat of Charles Darwin’s ‘Survival of the fittest” impulse. But it will definitely be determined by the way we face and escape that ill-fated natural selection. And that only way is by winning. So it is winning that matters!     
“Winning is the most important. Everything is the consequence of that”- Ayrton Senna

Tuesday, March 24, 2015

A Classic Song

I am in love, No! Just with a song
A typical classic, but quite long
And I love even if I sing it wrong
As I don’t want to memorize or prolong
Music’s pure; guitar, piano and a metallic gong
At times, as loud as hitting a prong
Yet, I feel no noise, so I get it along
For it robbed my heart, and to it, I belong

With it, I feel halcyon, great and strong
As if I grew characters of the famous Mao Zedong
Or reached the famed Temple Street Market of Hong Kong
So I say I liked it to sing aloud but Jong!
It’s lengthy, yet the romance to my heart it throng
Is one thing, I realized shall remain, lifelong.
 “Your heart is just a beat box for the song of your life”- Sandi Thom

Monday, March 23, 2015

The Yester-Recall

For a pleasant past, we crown, ‘Old is gold’
But for awful episodes, we always blindfold
Not to dirty our mind from those memories so cold
And fall sick of consequences manifold;  
Humans always want only the good to be told
Not how a weak enemy came roaring to scold
Or skinny bullies caught us and hold;
For such lesser memories, we believe, will fold
Words into gossips and thus, disgrace in turn enfold
That synthetic dignity we tried to uphold
And showed the world to be brave and bold
But have we tried to carefully behold?
That our good old days are better sold
With bad memories that are rather untold
“Good times become good memories and bad times become good lessons”- Anonymous

Sunday, March 22, 2015

My Silver Ring

I saw that lass who took my silver ring
But I never wanted to sing
The same old lyrics to let her bring
That minute but my priciest thing
After decades old, since she took in spring
To my heart, it still suffers an aching sting
The moment when I hear its ting
And my mind, still wish to wear it like a king
 “A ring is a halo on your finger”- Douglas Coupland

An Open Secret

The report in The Telegraph and The Guardian has it that the longest-held US prisoner was granted a clearance after finding him wrongly imprisoned. A man who was wrongfully convicted for slaying a businessman had almost served a sentence for circa four decades. He is now entitled for a compensation of about $1m.
Such incident which was painfully secret for almost 39 years when suddenly opened to the social media ignited with tsunami of criticisms beyond measure.
But for me, I dint have the nerve to criticize nor intentions to do either. However after careful scrutiny about this wrongful convict, I remembered one of the most hostile moments of my school life.
This secret of mine is opened here in my blog with no intentions of damage or impairment or whatsoever in any case. So reader’s discretion is absolutely necessary.
It was back then in 2000, more than a decade ago when I was in grade nine that the head of my school almost dismissed me from the school on a similar incident: a wrongful conviction. One of the student representative (commonly known as captain) had already drafted a memo against the head to be dispatched for our higher authorities. Since I had a legible calligraphy, I was asked to write for him. Moreover the captains at those times even held a powerful status like that of Charlemagne of Western Europe or Genjis Khan of Mongol Empire. So in the hope to escape from an uninvited bullying and victimization, I wrote for him. But unfortunately, the letter was already reached to the office of the principal by some other students. That so-called school trusted representative has fled the school one fateful night. I was interrogated for almost two days. Having done nothing other than just writing it, I justified that it was not my plan but to no avail. I was dismissed from the school.
But that evening, as I was about to leave the school, I met my class teacher who was an Indian national. He took me to the office and after an hour long justification by him, I was allowed to continue my stay in the school.
The days thereafter was a living hell for me. Since my classroom was located in the ground floor of the office, every time the principal would be turning the pivot of her eagle’s eye to detect me. Fearing such humiliations for no reason, I would not even visit the toilet during the recess time. But that cruel hour ended after few months when the principal left abroad for the studies. That brought a lot of joy in my mind since I thought it would allow me to erect and held my head high. But that was just an assumption. The newly arrived vice principal was already infused with those stories and his prejudice was so strong and even distasteful and suffocating. Even by scoring 83 marks out of 100 in Economics, the subject he taught us and that happened to be the highest amongst all was not adequate to win his heart. My living at that point was utterly doomed.
Few years later, I escaped from the clutch of their cruel humiliating treatment. I even met that school representative 5 years later while I was participating in the local sports tournament. These people are never to be forgotten for they gave me lifelong lessons that I shall never forget.
Getting wrongly convict for doing nothing is not only painful but we start to humiliate our own life. Suicide was one solution where I even tried to seek solace and escape that living hell.
“The killing of innocent people are always wrong”- Unknown


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