All the emotions from Denmark are raging at the moment. I am writing from my workplace right now contemplating on my trip and reading the former post I wrote before leaving. There are many reasons to visit the place again.

I am glad I fought the inner voice in me for this trip. It was an experience I will cherish forever. I wanted to write on everything. Hence the feed on IG flooded with free access to internet. Haha

As I was waiting in the airport for transit in India, I was asking myself if I was missing Denmark or excited to be home. I smiled like a fool with all the beautiful memories my eleven days in the country gave me while I pictured myself working like a donkey at home with projects to complete.

For today, I am introducing the whole new Danish experience.

The heat started from Moscow. I told my friend that I never felt that Asian before. I couldn’t spot anyone shorter than me. And also, the coffee was too strong for me.

I did see the old Scandinavian structures in pictures before but to see it with my own eyes was a feeling which can never be put into words. I knew then that I was falling in love with the place. While it was this beautiful, I also knew from the first that it was an expensive city too. Since I arrived early I booked a room with a friend. It was a hostel. And there were six others to share the room with us. Realizing that a bed cost me 54$ a night was surprising. Haha. And not to forget, the cold wind went through my bone. I had only one jacket. Denmark was hence a beautiful, expensive and a cold city. But there was more to it.

I don’t want to write long blogs. I know how boring it can be to read at times. So this is part one. And before I forget, I miss the food which has improved my skin (not the varieties of breads though), I miss all the beautiful souls I met at UNLEASH and yeah I kinda also miss the handsome and disciplined Danish guys.

What do I expect from Denmark?

Yay ! I am travelling to Europe. Denmark.

Ever since I heard about Denmark through a speech delivered by the former Prime Minister of Bhutan, I have always wanted to visit the Kingdom. I don’t know for what reasons but I clearly remember their taxation policy where the Prime Minister pointed out the trust the citizens had in their government.

I wasn’t very excited but now I feel the heat. When my friends asked me why I wasn’t excited, I told them I have a halt at Moscow and Putin scares me. Haha

I am going to Denmark to attend the first UNLEASH LAB wherein we will be discussing on the Sustainable Development Goals (SDGs)and we were made to choose a specific goal. I chose Education&ICT and further down to education for women and girls.

I hope I do justice in reaching the Bhutanese story on our education system.

I am looking forward to meeting passionate young people from all around the world and know of their inspiring initiatives. Building a wide range of network always helps and it truly makes you believe in the power of a global citizen.

The days at Aarhus is surely going to be exciting as they have announced Crown princess Mary to be present along with the Prime Minister of Denmark and Hollywood actor Aston Kutcher during the award night. I literally jumped to see Salman Khan in the guest list but it wasn’t THE SALMAN KHAN but the founder of Khan Academy.

Apart from the suggestions my friends who have been to Denmark gave me,  they said maybe I should hire a bicycle and join the Danish people, not miss the boat ride or even go watch the northern lights, I am thinking of learning more about the country.

The discussions have already started online and the more material I read of Denmark, the more similarities I find between Bhutan and Denmark.

1.  Both are Kingdoms

2.  Marriage laws are similar. If a Danish marry a foreigner then the consequences is that of a Bhutanese marrying a foreigner

3.  Both are considered happiest nations

These are some of the similarities I came across over and again. I want to know more about it. This piece will hence have a follow up after my trip.

After two weeks

Pardon me; I have skipped two weeks to update my blog. It would be very unreasonable to say that I was too busy. Actually, I was stressed out for the past two weeks. The former week I slacked off for the entire week because my childhood friends were here. I was stressed because I wasn’t doing much productive works and the later week I stressed out because I kept thinking about how I shouldn’t have wasted my entire week.  LOL.

For those of you, who read my posts which didn’t give you any new information but rather you had to bear with my personal nonsense stuffs for this long, I would like to thank you once again. The mere fact that somebody out there is reading and my voice is being heard especially on my rough days helps me to keep going.

Anyway I am here with news. I have decided to incorporate any information that might be useful to you guys reading and so my posts will be personal yet quite informative.For today I am going to give out some information on violence against children in Bhutan as I am currently working on this project for which I have collaborated with UNICEF.

No, it isn’t a very complicated subject. Violence against children in Bhutan is discussed in three aspects, the emotional, sexual and physical violence. As I was reading the comprehensive research, I could read between the lines and could totally relate to what the children meant when they stated about little things. As I have been through that road personally, I think little things matter when you are growing up. So for this reason, I have decided to have a cinematic approach to this episode and hence I have looked for characters to portray the forms of violence stated above.

On the other end, I am not a huge fan of heavy metal and the suicide of Chester didn’t really affect me as it did to my friends. What bothered me was his interview when he so openly discuss about his internal battles and the fact that he tried so hard to describe the neighborhood in his head.

I felt like we could connect that way.

I mean it’s usually very hard to tell people how we feel about ourselves when we are not feeling so well and that ‘neighborhood’ is surely a dangerous place.  The two Chesters, one pushing down, confused and the fact that you have money and everything people consider as means of happiness don’t help and that’s exactly what Chester was shown saying. 

And it’s the same with me. 

Not that I am anywhere near him but still. Life is as I want it to be. I have a job I always dreamt about. I have been showered with my dreams to travel the world. I have people I love and basically my life is on track but sometimes I feel so bored. I don’t see any reason why I should strive for those things because at the end we all are going to leave this world.

Anyway like always, just a random thought and no I don’t need help. Haha. I am very busy these days to think about committing suicide and I don’t want to miss my Denmark trip.

But I still have a question. If speaking  out doesn’t help fight depression, what will? 

Random weekly update

It's already Tuesday and I had committed to update my blog very Monday but this is me. Very forgetful.

Yesterday was a public holiday here in Bhutan. I went to hike up to Tandi Nye. I have also resorted to hike often and spend more time with nature and of course with good friends. My friend suggested we take a cab but we resorted to my decision to walk. I have also started to walk more. It helps me sleep well.

Today has been a long day. I am almost done with my project on the LGBT+ community in Bhutan. I am pretty nervous about how my audience will rate this program. I showed few of my friends while it was still in rough cuts and they seemed to like it. Thank you to Kim, an Australian film maker who is guiding me. He told me to look for elements that surprised me and it was obvious to keep my audience glued to the program. I am learning and growing everyday as a documentary maker.

On the other end, I am struggling to complete an essay a Korean magazine wanted from Bhutan. I am writing on Bomena, the night hunting culture in Bhutan. I will share on my blog once they publish it.

And on a lighter note, I am not forgetting to be content with my own company. I have started to focus more than ever to improve myself in every aspect.

And I am learning to forgive people who are gone and more than this, I am still learning to let go. I know I will be there someday.

Thank you for reading. It sure made me feel lighter.

Wavin' the White Flag

I am updating my blog after a long time. If you are on this page, I would sincerely like to thank you for taking time to go through it and I promise to write one piece a week.

Today is June 27^th. Last year I was so happy on this particular day and I had also decided I would celebrate my birthday on this date henceforth but my friends had the celebration done on my actual birthday months before. One of the reasons I didn’t want to celebrate on my actual date was because I cried for three consecutive birthdays and decided that date wasn’t meant for me.

Anyway, I am not here to write about my birthdays and stuffs. As you can see, the title of this article is “Wavin’ the white Flag” so I am here to write something about it.

When I was in 7^th standard, Dido and her song White Flag was my favorite. Since we didn’t have technologies like today, I remember me and my friends had written down the lyrics and memorized for months until we were close to perfect. Our teachers always recommended books or songs to improve our vocabulary back then and this song did good to me. I knew thereafter what white flag meant.

The phrase ‘Wavin’ the white flag’ and I have a very serious relationship. It’s very intense. I just hope I never have to encounter this. Never.

How would you feel if the other person use some fancy phrase and tells you to Google for its meaning? Or worst what if the other person is someone very close to you?. It occurred to me.

It’s been months after this incident but I still feel a sharp pain in my stomach whenever I think about it. Not because I felt insulted but because he was supposed to be the very person who had known me as a person who questioned a lot if I was in doubt and didn’t think for a second that he would make me feel very very low.

My journey in letting go started from there, I guess. When I take alone time to think about why I shouldn’t be that pathetic faithful girlfriend, my mind synchronize all the bad memories and this particular memory stands first.