Spiritual Calling of an IT Guy

For the very first time in my existence, I laid eyes on a stone-carved Buddha that seemed to emanate a distinct aura of authenticity, resembling a tangible presence of the Buddha himself. This extraordinary sight unfolded on the inaugural day of Saga Dawa Duchen, a profoundly auspicious month in the Bhutanese calendar. On this remarkable occasion, I embarked on a journey by bus to Paro, with the intent of participating in a week-long workshop. The voyage up to Chukha unfolded serenely, but the atmosphere transformed drastically as I progressed from Chukha towards Paro, triggered by a distressing incident involving a Jambo truck accident. Despite our collective efforts to prevent a tragic outcome, the driver's life was spared only to be met with excruciating agony due to a fractured leg and hand.   Around 5:00 pm, in the company of my friend who serves as a lecturer at Paro College, I ventured into a leisurely stroll around the college campus. It was during this tranquil walk th

I don't quite recall whether I was in Class PP or Class I, but I vividly remember the class picnic we had with an Indian teacher at Neyra Ama Chu, a sizable river flowing beside the Thungkhar School. While I'm aware that a significant portion of Indians are vegetarians, my recent internet search unveiled Chicken Makhani as their most renowned Indian dish and recipe. Even back then, chicken dishes held a special place, particularly during class outings with our Indian teacher at Thungkhar Primary School in Trashigang.   During one of these outings, my Indian teacher instructed me to kill a rooster for our lunch. I can't quite fathom how I managed to persuade my imposing teacher amidst the shock, anxiety, and tears of the moment. Somehow, I eluded the task of killing the rooster, though one of my classmates eventually carried out the act. This memory resurfaced when I embarked on the path of Bodhicitta after becoming a student of Tang Rinpoche and taking on the role of Dewa