tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39459010699036615292024-02-02T16:33:35.519+06:00Kuenza's DiaryNoting The Intricacies of LifeKuenzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05508353599559535141noreply@blogger.comBlogger307125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945901069903661529.post-70891021507269575122022-07-05T13:39:00.003+06:002022-07-05T13:48:42.694+06:00 When I was on the Verge of QuittingI am writing this post one year and one month after my last post. I buried writing as a past hobby, or a habit. I buried my urge to write as an excuse of being busy. Honestly, I just couldn’t organize my thoughts and I couldn’t seem to control my ‘choices’, or knew which choices were for me. I know I could never really be a stay-at-home full time mom, not because I do not like being with my Kuenzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05508353599559535141noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945901069903661529.post-26497149465465698062021-06-02T10:25:00.006+06:002021-06-02T10:26:17.595+06:00 Am I a good mother? This morning, we had a fuss because my daughter had homework and she remembered only in the morning. When I asked a few times the previous evening if she had any homework, she said that she did not remember. Maybe it was true. But this morning, when she fumbled for her math notebook, putting all the other things of getting ready for school like eating breakfast, Kuenzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05508353599559535141noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945901069903661529.post-20273362242310065172020-12-07T11:30:00.008+06:002020-12-07T11:44:32.637+06:00We should never think we are wiser than our parentsI have not updated my blog for one and half year. That is long. Way too long. I did not intent to update it today. I just lazily checked it because I was reading a friend’s blog and it made me think of my mine. Then I read the first paragraph of the last post, which is about my mother wanting to plant potatoes every year despite the yield being Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945901069903661529.post-86822716630370990382019-04-30T14:08:00.002+06:002019-04-30T16:17:36.576+06:00My Mother's Sweet Smile<!--[if gte mso 9]>
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Kuenzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05508353599559535141noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945901069903661529.post-79857021714875005222018-04-24T14:50:00.004+06:002022-01-12T15:58:53.641+06:00The Love Stories Again
Once school resumed,
I have felt more rushed because I have to make sure that my daughter is ready
for her school on time. I also have to get my son ready for his day care. It is
better when my husband is home but when he is not, the rush is more than I can
handle. Day before yesterday, I got late to wake up. It was almost 7 a.m. and
you can imagine the worst. Bouts of emotions – anger, rush,Kuenzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05508353599559535141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945901069903661529.post-91771057377548883182017-10-31T11:47:00.000+06:002017-11-02T14:38:37.243+06:00My Home is no moreMy parents worked so hard to first get a land where they could farm. Then they worked so hard to build a house of their own. Their hard work paid. They made a name for themselves. They built two houses; more if we are to count the houses they help build for their children. But for what?
We could argue that if they did not work that hard, their children -- my siblings and I could be doing Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945901069903661529.post-5674837172112545702017-10-05T12:50:00.003+06:002017-10-05T12:52:05.626+06:00Importing list of contacts at once on iPhone
This is for those who are looking for a way of importing
list of contact addresses at once on your iPhone without having to add one at a
time. Having joined a new organization, I had to have contact
addresses of more than hundred staff and I did not want to tediously type in
one by one on my phone. But first you
must have this contact list in excel format or in some form of list on your
Kuenzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05508353599559535141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945901069903661529.post-35866648176511876132017-07-19T16:31:00.001+06:002017-07-19T16:31:21.084+06:00How to Paste Excel Table to GmailIf you are looking for a way to paste Excel table into Gmail without losing its format -- without having to use MS Word as an intermediary, here it is:
1. Download the Chrome extension CloudCodes Insertable
2. Reload your Gmail
3. And then after copying your table from Excel, click on the new icon on your gmail:
4. As soon as you click on this icon, your table will be pasted in the Kuenzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05508353599559535141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945901069903661529.post-87731207530338694622017-05-24T17:51:00.001+06:002017-05-24T17:51:28.534+06:00Kuenzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05508353599559535141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945901069903661529.post-48456603155946093472017-05-24T11:03:00.005+06:002021-06-04T09:44:44.201+06:00Being Part of My Daughter’s Experience I love growing up with my daughter by being part of her daily experiences. Unless I am rushed by an inevitable meeting or work, I make sure that I attend her school’s morning assembly because getting to stand in line with students and recite the Jamyang Soeldeb (Prayer to Manju Shri) and National Anthem is a rare opportunity. And I take it solemnly. I have recently been transferred to Kuenzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05508353599559535141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945901069903661529.post-21519350802074908472017-04-05T12:27:00.001+06:002017-04-05T12:44:12.502+06:00My trip to South Korea
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font-size:Kuenzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05508353599559535141noreply@blogger.com2Thimphu, Bhutan27.4727924 89.63928629999998127.3600949 89.477924799999982 27.5854899 89.800647799999979tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945901069903661529.post-81684329696949335572016-05-03T11:24:00.003+06:002017-10-27T16:48:44.589+06:00The Pain of Growing Up in Thimphu
I look back at
my childhood with blissful happiness filling my heart and if I could, I
wouldn’t hesitate to go back and live there again. Cornfields, and a small
orchard of different tropical fruits surrounded our house. During summer, the
air was filled with sweet natural odour from fruits and flowers, and our ears
were naturally lent to music from different insects and birds. Right next to
theKuenzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05508353599559535141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945901069903661529.post-88815661441094316262015-12-31T15:23:00.002+06:002015-12-31T15:52:50.773+06:00The Layap's Hospitality
This post is
long overdue. I visited Laya in April and I have been meaning to write about it
for such a long time. But somehow, I couldn’t. It seems absurd that my
excitement of it did not burst beyond the normal routine that ate up my time.
Anyway….
My office, the
Centre for Bhutan Studies and GNH Research began its 2015 nation wide GNH
Survey in January 2015. There were six survey Kuenzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05508353599559535141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945901069903661529.post-69233667368157450392015-12-16T10:45:00.001+06:002015-12-16T10:50:47.969+06:00I will be a beneficiary
I just read the following:
I can't contain my happiness right now. I feel like I am finally seeing better days coming my way. When I was expecting Dechen, my daughter who will be five years old in just four days, there was discussion of maternity leave being extended to four months from the existing three months. I looked forward to it with fervent hope, my expectation overriding the Kuenzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05508353599559535141noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945901069903661529.post-86570028145180957582015-11-19T10:29:00.002+06:002015-11-19T10:29:22.282+06:00I'm sorry darling
19th November
2015
Dear Dechen,
I can’tKuenzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05508353599559535141noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945901069903661529.post-52566233311438335372015-10-20T17:37:00.003+06:002015-10-20T17:37:58.045+06:00Change in Job for a Year
The organisation I work for has the norm of changing administrative officer on rotation basis. The turn came to me for the 2015-2016 Financial Year. When it was decided that I would be looking after the AFD for this financial year, I didn't say no -- not because I had wanted to be an ADM but because to say no would be disobedience to the head of my organisation.
And so here I am. ADM Kuenzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05508353599559535141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945901069903661529.post-47682322291524401332015-07-23T10:14:00.001+06:002015-07-23T10:14:26.364+06:00Mother's Dilemma
I got late to
office today. As I parked my car and got out, it was 9:45 a.m. Now, being a
mother isn’t a cup of tea. I console myself saying that my parents lived in a
more difficult time and therefore, they went through more hardship – which
means, what I go through now is nothing. But does that work? Rarely.
I got late
because when I dropped my four-year-old daughter to her daycare, her Kuenzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05508353599559535141noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945901069903661529.post-86359377695298496082015-07-22T16:07:00.003+06:002015-07-22T16:07:13.697+06:00Love with a stranger
I am not quite
sure what enticed me to this place. And where did I meet him? I must tell you,
I have a really bad memory and I can’t remember where I met him and when. And
how we got to know each other. But suffice me to say that, I remember the best
part of my life with him. The moment that comes vividly to my mind right now as
I write it down is the moment I felt so much love. That feeling of Kuenzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05508353599559535141noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3945901069903661529.post-11236689161457234812015-05-29T21:57:00.001+06:002015-06-01T12:12:47.426+06:00We may cry but it is for a greater joyDear Dechen,
I have not written for so very long and it is in a way sad that I am writing today because I had to be harsh to you and right now while you are sleeping next to me, I am crying in remorse. There are times when it gets so difficult that I don't know how else to treat you to make you do what you have to. For example, this evening you didn't want to brush your teeth. I coaxed Kuenzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05508353599559535141noreply@blogger.com2