19 December, 2015
First of all, good afternoon to you all. Thank you for all the sacrifices you made to make for my book launch. Thank you, thank you very much.
|Launching my book with His Excellency T S Powdyel and my mom|
Thank you, Your Excellency, for consenting to be today’s Chief Guest despite it being last minute invitation. Sorry for being so informal. You are the epitome of inspiration. I fondly remember buying newspaper with the last penny just to read Your Excellency’s article. I couldn’t find more appropriate person than Your Excellency for today’s event.
|With Ngawang Phuntsho sir|
I owe enormous gratitude to Mr Ngawang Phuntsho, who believed in my story. From editing till publishing. I can never thank you enough for being that wonderful person. Knowing that I had no money to publish my work, he invented this innovative model –publishing and marketing together – which is first of its kind. And I am very proud to say that it succeeded beyond our doubt. I would like to take this opportunity to thank everyone who invested to make this publication successful and above all, for believing in our model.
I wouldn’t have been able to bring this book in this shape and in this quality had you all not invested. Once, I was so hopeless and thought I would never publish this book. But money isn’t everything, I learnt it hard way. When I was about to publish it in kindle because I had no other alternatives to make my readers read it, there came my fairy angel, Ngawang sir and rescued me. Thank you very much Ngawang sir.
|With Passu sir...|
I would like to extend my heartfelt gratitude to Mr Passang Passu Tshering for making this event possible. Just yesterday morning, I was all set to return home without launching my book and felt so sorry for my mom. I called her all the way from Tsirang saying I would like to launch my book in her presence but honestly, I had no money to book any hall. I think Passu sir best understood my excitement, my impatience and my craziness. Thank you very much, sir. I always wanted my book launch to be the grand and ceremonoius one, and I can’t imagine it to be more grand than this.
I would like to thank my mom who came all the way from Tsirang. She is the most beautiful and bravest lady I have ever known. When I was in Primary school, there was no electricity in our village, she used to stay by my side, making big and bright fire in our hearth, so that I can read, so that I can write, so that I can study. Above all, so that I can learn. Biggest chunk of contribution comes from my mom for what I am today. Thank you, Ama. It doesn’t mean I love my Apa less. He couldn’t make to this event because he had to take care of household chores back home. I am blessed to have parents like my Apa and Ama. I am saying these things about my parents, not to say that only my parents are the best. But to say that, every one of us have the best parents. I wonder why would anyone feel embarrassed when their parents come riding scootor to meet them. I am worried if anyone is ashamed of his/her parents, one would never succeed in one’s life. Last week, I was walking around and I saw an old woman dressed in tight jeans pant and brown boot till her knees. I noticed her utter discomfort while walking and her son was scolding her for embarassing him. Later I realized, it was her son who wanted her to look modernized, fashionable. I would urge, all of my young friends, when we still have our parents, let them be dressed in the clothes they feel comfortable in, let them be that parents who taught us how to walk, how to speak and how to be more humane. Above all, let’s love our parents the way they love us. Therefore, this book is for my Apa and Ama.
|With my mom|
|Thank you Ugyen Lhendup for photos|
While writing this book, I sacrificed so many things – when my friends went out with their girlfriends, I was sitting on my chair and typing. When my friends went to play football, I was sitting at a corner and typing my story. When my friends spent leisure hours, talking and making fun of eachother, I was sitting and typing. But it was never a lonely and tiresome journey. Because, every appopriate word I typed, every meaningful sentence I constructed and every paragraph I wrote gave immense joy. Every page I finished was a celebration.
In conclusion, if I am granted a wish, I would wish every next shop in Bhutan to be a book shop instead of a bar shop. I would wish every child reading books instead of playing video games. I would wish every child worshiping their parents. And I would wish everybody in this hall, read my book.
One and all.