Monday, December 31, 2012

Last of 2012 and a beginning of fresh Happy New Year

Some people predicted that 2012 is an end of the world. Rumors spread far and wide instilling unnecessary fear in the hearts of many people. And of all these, I was saddened to find my mother in-law in distressful state too couple of weeks ago. If world should really end, it should end within mid-night today, otherwise 2013 begins from there.

While this rumor went on, I had an undisturbed 2012 and a very successful year with my paintings and drawings (I should say) - from graphite pencils to colour pencils to water colour; of portraits and caricatures; of landscapes and illustrations. Though not very significant financially, I've had all the opportunities to hone my artistic skills that helps me boost my passion. I'm happy to declare that I've improved...and almost there to becoming an artist.

Here are some of my last paintings for the year 2012:
Gyencha Yu da Juru: A Bhutanese (women) costume
normally worn during festive occasions  
Bhutanese Gathering: This is what one will observe at the Bhutanese doors.
It means a Bhutanese family has a get-together.
Weeping willow
Left: Grapes and Right: Dressing up

Giving it an appropriate frame makes it even more beautiful
 ...and with this I would like to wish everyone a very happy and prosperous new year ahead.

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Wednesday, December 5, 2012

If our children should like my art...then this is yet another character for my own story

And...when it is finally done!



Whether it's rewarding or not, if children should like it... I don't mind sparing my time and effort and sacrificing any resources for that matter - for the benefit of our successors.

This might probably become a lead character for my own hunter story...Lingshing Rongme 
...and Lingshing Rongme looks like this in colour

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

She walks up the heels in greens

Water colour on A4 paper...

She walks-up the heels in greens...spotted elsewhere in Thimphu. People not so familiar would think that she is showing off her matching under garments. Even I thought it so. She wears matching slacks  with that of her heels and kira and wonju. This is not just trend. This is the beauty of how people learn to appreciate things. She looked beautiful in greens.

To walk up-hill with edges of kira fully down is just so uncomfortable. That's how I perceived finally.
Keep up the trend!

Monday, December 3, 2012

When things don't go right!

Early October 2012, I was on an official tour to Dagana Dzongkhag. There were senior officials as there were juniors in the group. The group seemed perfect with courteous leader leading us. It could have been my sheer reserved nature that I knew only few members in the group. But somehow through exchange of few words, few people got listed in my "known list" after this trip.

Whatsoever, this is not something I want to talk here.

It is about not so rare - a blunder, that I'm used to. People tend to hide one's own weaknesses and mistakes. I see no reason in doing that mainly because of two reasons - firstly, other people already know your weaknesses or somehow get to know that; and secondly, your weakness in one area doesn't mean that you are bad everywhere. Remember, each person is gifted with one unique talent each that only needs to be explored.

I sing but I'm not a good singer. I do croak at times. Similarly, I dance but not a fine dancer either.

A young gentleman - a dzongkhag official lead the circle with his powerful and pleasing voice. Everyone of us danced along providing vocal supports wherever possible. Then there was young lady from our group, who could sing and dance breathlessly. I appreciate their talents.

The dance around the fire went on. I took a brief break out of the circle for a khamdo of Doma. Ata Chedup, our driver and I stood watching while we shared appreciations of these two talented people. Then there was a pause after the song. At that moment, one senior official murmured, 'Lhuendrup Tsei Dzongchhen' and sought help to lead the song from members among the circle. Someone from the group proposed to know that - a Boedra version of it. Unfortunately it was not the one he wanted.

'Um...' I thought. I worked there for last many years. I mean Lhuentse. During that many years, I've had many chances to sing and dance that song on many occasions. I know that song. I immediately got into the circle and proposed, 'Is it the zhungdra version that you are looking for la?'

'Yes' he said. And I lead the song.

I thought I could sing that. I thought I knew that song very well. That evening was a big flop. My voice did not function well. People started staring at each-others faces as a sign of mild mockery while a senior official of that dzongkhag mimicked my voice to a greater mockery. What a shame, I could hear the judge of Bhutan Star speaking to me, "Choedgi scale atsi chig metubay."

That senior official, the one who proposed that song looked totally pissed off. I let him down I know, but that was suppose to be an informal program wherein we let ourselves at ease with a bit of fun. And things don't go right all the time. I croak sometimes and that was the evening I croaked. Sorry officer you'll not hear me croak again.

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

An Impression on Japan - through my experiences

My mind says I should write down my experiences, but every time I sit down before my computer I become Torma - and, nothing comes out of me. May be this is why I'm not able to update my blog instantly with my rubbishes. My rubbishes do come, but slowly and you may as well tag me as 'tube light' or whatever. I wish I had an ability to write stories instantly as it happens. This story here is one such that happened some days back.
 
Late October this year, an ad-hoc study visit took me to Japan. Accompanying senior Bhutanese officials, I've had an opportunity to enjoy equal privileges like them, while being center of attraction to most ladies was an additional privilege that my seniors would have missed.

One evening as beautiful ladies clad in colourful Kimono dresses served tea and beer in the bar, conversations went on among our group. At the other corner, Karaoke began with a delightful Japanese number. A young Japanese official bent forward and asked me, "What is your impression about Japan? I mean, how do you find Japan and the Japanese?" 

"Japan is a developed country?" I said.
"Umm..." he nodded sipping a beer.
"People are nice and friendly. We share similar culture and our people look alike...and blah blah blah..." I went on until he interrupted by saying, "Alright, what is the impression of  Bhutanese in general?"

"I'm enjoying every bit of my trip here," I took a chance to complete my blah...blah. I did indeed.

 Well this comes to me as a chance to express what I feel myself too. I always wanted to share this and I'm sure many Bhutanese would agree on this.

Japanese bridge at Tangmachhu, Lhuentse
"We appreciate development assistance that Japan provides to my country - from agricultural improvement programs to farm mechanization; voluntary instructors in the remote schools to technical advisors in the headquarters; short term capacity developments to long term human resource development; and so on," I said. "All these projects and programs have greatly helped Bhutan and it's people," I continued as he poured in additional beer.

"In short, impression of Bhutanese about Japan can be best described by Japanese bridges," I provoked.

"How is it?" he smiled and rendered more attention to me.

"You see, now that we have several bridges constructed by Japanese in our country."
"Ah ha..." he nodded.
"Whenever we travel, be it from East to West or North to South if we come across three Japanese bridges on our way, we land praising Japan three times and if seven, seven times. And...I've heard many Bhutanese share similar views. They are excellent." I concluded.
 
"Is it!" as he leaned backward in appreciation, "Let's sing along, come on Karaoke!" another Japanese brought in microphone and we sang together..."What a wonderful World."
It is indeed a wonderful world. 


Friday, October 26, 2012

Yokoishi San: an icon of happiness

Mr. Tomoji Yokoishi, President of IRODORI
speaking to high level Local Government officials of Bhutan
Most often, people speak one thing and land up doing some other thing. If only we speak what we intend to do and do what we have spoken anywhere any time, I’m sure this world would have been a much better place for all of us to live, for our trust and confidence would have been at its highest. But such people – who does exactly what s/he thinks or talks is very rare. I’m not saying we are in dearth of such people either. I’m proud to have met one such people recently. He lives very close to the hearts of the people of that area. I first got introduced to him through a short film on his achievements during a short briefing at JICA office, Thimphu on 19th October, 2012. Watching the film, I was beginning to visualize him as a great philanthropist. Yes he is and his story has already gained popular support of his country’s populace. Therefore, I’m afraid, my version here is based on my own little understanding gained through brief interaction with him and may not be able to do justice to this great inspiring story. But I can’t resist writing it down in my own words and it is my hope that at least some readers will be inspired by this fascinating story, like it did to me.
Self with Mr. Yokoishi San

This is a story of fascinating rural enterprise development of Kamikatsu called IRODORI. Kamikatsu is one of the remote towns in Tokushima prefecture of Japan. Pre-IRODORI Kamikatsu had been different – people (particularly women and elderly) had no hopes for the prosperity with their farm productivities going very low and when suddenly it was attacked by severe cold wave it only inflicted further pain to the people living here. It was somewhere during this time, that Mr. Tomoji Yokoishi appeared in the scene as a young and intelligent agriculture extension officer. Since then he shared the pain and suffering of the people and constantly sought solution to his question: “What can be a good job for women and elderly in Kamikatsu?”
     (Ms. Hariki Tsuneko, 90 year old IRODORI producer still strong, active and happy member)

One day it took him by a chance encounter to hear joyful words from young ladies at a restaurant in Osaka city, “How pretty and beautiful!” over those leaves and not for the delicious dishes. Ladies liked the dishes adorned with beautiful leaves. An idea suddenly struck young Yokoishi San to sell leaves, for Kamikatsu town is blessed with bountiful natural gifts of varieties of trees and leaves. He followed his intuition and the IRODORI was kicked off immediately. Some people even laughed at him saying, “Nobody would pay for leaves that can be everywhere. Are you joking?” This did not deter him. He persisted on to it even when IRODORI did not make any profits at all. He visited high class Japanese restaurants (Ryoutei) as a customer to learn more about the reality of the actual site of use. He initiated sales promotion throughout Japan with brochures in his hand. At night he visited restaurants to study further and returned for works at market in the morning. With his dedicated effort, the words spread, customers increased and the sales of his leaves expanded. And with this, smiles on the faces of Kamikatsu people broadened too. Today IRODORI has about 200 participants who are mostly women and elderly people supplying leaves to restaurants all over Japan. Today, people make a good living out of this business. More so, it has identified roles of elderly people in the society that made them happy to find themselves contributing to the society even at an old age. Through this project people have been able to discover a gold mine right at their door steps. People happily say, "The moment we step out of our house, it's all money." People who shared sarcastic laughs once are now wearing huge smiles of joy. This is all because of Mr. Yokoishi San’s philanthropic effort and the IRODORI.
A book written by Mr. Yokoishi San
"Let's sell leaves"

Mr. Yokoishi San has restored the smiles of the people. He is an icon of happiness to people of Kamikatsu and a hero of Japan. Hariki San a 90 year old lady describes him thus, "He is our God. He gave us happiness." With his rule of three steps – notice, verify and implement, he strongly believes that “elderly people are resources in the society as well as in the business.”

Senior citizens! They do have a role in our society and in it lies their happiness. They must not be neglected but rather create an enabling environments to keep on hold the setting sun for awhile, for their years of wisdom may be beneficial for the continuity of the mankind. This is Yokoishi San, an icon of happiness and a hero of Japan. His story inspires me and hope it will inspire you too.


His book, Let's sell leaves has been made into a movie called "What a wonderful world: IRODORI" and has already gained popularity in the theaters of Japan. What a wonderful WORLD indeed?

Monday, October 22, 2012

I dreamt Tokyo

Kamikatsu town: Image courtesy - Google image

I remember reading a passage on “Life in Tokyo” while I was a primary school boy. It was in mid 1980s. Our memories keep fading with constant ageing. I can barely remember what it was all about, but I’m confident enough to say that it did talk about busy life of the people in Tokyo. Back then, the word ‘busy’ never appeared on our lips, while fantasies of new things would immediately take us to rounds of gossips among the friends. The name Tokyo was one such thing that aroused lots of imaginations in me. I used to think, what kind of people lived there? Why they have to be so busy? How Tokyo looked like, and many more. The more I imagined over it the more I felt an urge to see it and feel it myself. I would often wrap up these imaginations with my blatant dream, that, ‘one day I’ll visit Tokyo.’ As my education level advanced, most of those imaginations and questions gradually got answered without having to go there in person. But my dream of going there remained vague.

Today I find myself boarding a flight to Japan. Yeah…I’m going to Japan, one of the pioneer Asian countries to claim the status of a developed country. Watching through the window as I flew over beautiful Paro valley, I thanked the JICA and the Royal Government of Bhutan for making this possible. This is the charm of being in the civil service for once in a while one gets opportunity to fly, I thought. If I were to go on privately, it would have taken me years of hard earned savings and sacrifices to make this happen.

Unfortunately, it’s not to Tokyo as I dreamt. I’m heading to Kamikatsu, a small rural town located in the southeast of the Shikoku Mountains. Forget Tokyo for now. It could have turned even busier that would only give me tensions for these old cells of mine would take time to get accustomed.

I am more interested to visit Kamikatsu because of some classic initiatives it undertook in changing the lives of the people. The town proclaimed itself as ‘zero waste’ town as the new century began. This town has initiated the use of locally available resources for wider economic benefits of the people. This town is renowned for Shitake cultivation and many more such projects. All these success stories give me enough reasons for the excitement.

I’m excited to learn more about the town’s ‘zero waste’ management and policies;
I’m excited to hear from Mr. Yokoishi (President of IRODORI) whose brilliant idea of exploring local resources have changed the lives of people, particularly women population. (Through IRODORI project, people have started to sell various locally available leaves in the market). With so much excitements going on in my mind, I’m hoping to bring home some lessons from this trip.

Monday, September 17, 2012

Character development...a challenge to beginners like me

My friend has a story - "Three friends". She describes it clearly how each of them look like. As I read along, I start to think it's a simple story...I mean a simple story to start-up illustration abruptly. But it's not. While my wife was busy doing her household chores, I sat down with my pencil and paper in our living room. Great! my children were asleep too. This means few hours of peaceful and undisturbed time in the house.

Not knowing where to begin, I randomly let my hand over the paper to give out few curves. I wasn't even getting closer. Saying, "No" I crumpled the paper and slid it under the table. I stood up and  headed towards kitchen.

"Hung-ya omla?" (What happened now?) my wife blurted out, "You were supposed to be drawing?"

"Ja thur jamey lamma," (I've got an urge for a cup of tea.) I picked up my cup and poured in some hot water.

And then, sat down...and stood up again.

After about few rounds of sitting and standing, I could finally come up with the figure shown here. This looks nice, at least to me, but this is not enough. I have to maintain it's sequence. It is a challenge to me. But such challenges have only taught me lessons and by the time I complete this story, I'm sure, I would have already moved another level - higher.

Friday, September 7, 2012

She changed the course of my footsteps


“Boy, you ought to study seriously, these fields aren’t promising for your future,” his grandma would have surely thought, when surprisingly, her thirteen year old grandchild knocked the door that evening.


It was a peak summer time of the year. The thirteen year old boy chose to bunk his school risking thick jungles towards home.

In the village, fields around were loaded with maize, bearing heavy corncobs on its jointed sturdy stems. Except for the rustles of the leaves and occasional chirping of hens from their roosting cage hung nearby, village otherwise seemed dead.  Then there was some familiar smells of evening smokes giving some life to this village.

However dead it may have been, the boy had every reason to rejoice and celebrate – because he is home safe and sound; he is closer to his grandma’s love and care; he would get to stroll the forests with Lajen – his favorite cow; his teachers can no longer reach him with their sticks; he would not have to face any bullies from the classmates; and then, more importantly, he would get to drink “ara” occasionally.

To the south-west, at a day long distance stood his school facing the village. As the twilight took over the daylight, he could see starry light bulbs glow at his school and the town. Trying to figure out his dormitory within that, he gets lost in the reveries of his school days. Whenever he got time, he would stare at his village for so long and assume his grandma working in the garden below her house. At night, he would stand by the hostel window and imagine his grandma chanting Mani in her bed, while her eyes remained focused over those distant glittering electric bulbs from her bedroom window.

“Now that I’m here, there won’t be anyone staring at this village from the school, nor is there any need for my grandma to strain her old eyes with those glittering bulbs,” the boy thought. But his thoughts were not to last long. And, when his grandmother decides to put him back to the school – the very next day, he had no other option then to follow her. Trampling over his own footsteps of the previous day, he landed up again in the school, only to continue learning as long as it takes.

Fifteen years later, tears rolled down his cheek uncontrollably as his name was called out to receive his academic credentials. It was a graduation day and when everyone was in festive mood, vivid memories of grandma reversing his footsteps takes hold of him. “She had changed the course of my footsteps…, maybe she knew the value of education then,” he thought. After few seconds of contemplation over this, he jubilantly lifted high his graduation cap; shouted, “Thank you Grandma,” and disappeared among the crowd.
 
Today that boy has grown up to become a “happy ME”. Happy, because I’ve a degree that earns me my bread and butter; I’ve got a reliable job in the government; and more importantly, I’m living on my own. And this is what, most of us want at the end of the day.

Today, when I hear about my mother complaining about the backache; my sister shouting over neighbor’s cattle; when I see farmers tilling land in the sun and in the rain; and, when I read news coverage on “human-wildlife conflicts,” I only think of one thing, that, “If my grandma had not put me back to school that day…”

I read this story to the students of Yangchen Gatshel Lower Secondary School, Thimphu on 8th September, 2012 coinciding with International Literacy Day and the last day of the School's reading week.

Tuesday, June 5, 2012

Illustrating stories: inching closer to my dreams



An illustration for one of my own stories
I don’t know when it clicked my mind – to become an illustrator. It could have been during my college days that I was increasingly getting tempted to doing illustrations. It was during one of my college days that I came across an international competition for children’s books’ illustrations.  For the first time in my life I tried out few illustrations for a simple story with my crude skills and had it posted abroad. My illustrations may not have been good but they did travel far and returned to me saying, “You still need to work harder”. Since then I always dreamt of becoming an illustrator one day…umm…a Writer Illustrator for children. Yeah I tried out several of them, but sadly they did not take off well. They were just too bad to take off I suppose. Sure they were! A mere drawing is no illustration at all. Now I understand, an illustration means more – it requires conveying the whole story at a glance and this is just so difficult a task for me and for any illustrator may be.


Sample illustration from my friend's story
But I’m already into it now. The moment I get free time in the office, I find myself with the characters of the story imagining their noses, eyes, mouths, facial expressions, their gestures and the kind of environment they are in. And when I get back home in the evening, I catch hold of my pencil and paper wherein I try to match them with my imaginations. This is interesting to keep myself engaged, for to get the desired results demands volumes of patience and commitment.

Last couple of weeks I had been working on one of the stories of my friend (it is now completed from my side) and the feedbacks I received from my friend and my own daughters had been overwhelmingly encouraging. Such illustrations require sequential arts to display story in picture. Therefore, it is not without difficulty for to maintain consistent characters throughout is yet another challenge. But somehow I’ve learnt to play around with it too.

It is my hope to display my works one day. And let’s look forward to that day – when your children and my children would go to bed holding the works of my “Lazy Fingers”.

***I would like to thank my friend for having rekindled my interests for picture illustrations.

Saturday, May 19, 2012

Sketching for community cause

- Banjar Lhakhang Fund Raising Initiative

It may be bit too early to claim myself as an Artist, but this thought of "doing something helpful to the community" with my skills always kept bothering me. I thought may be a small initiative such as this would help keep the flames of my desire to become an artist one day, constantly fueled while benefiting the community on the other hand. And it is never too early to begin with such a small cause too. Therefore, I thought it wouldn't be wrong to begin with my own community, Banjar - where I was born and bred until I became strong enough to stand on my own. Over these next few weekends, I am committed to doing sketches with a hope to raise some funds for ongoing construction of a Lhakhang by the community. Last couple of weeks I've been doing pencil sketches and the responses have been overwhelmingly positive. But let me be honest here, I'm not really confident in doing portraits although some portraits have come out exceptionally brilliant. Drawing some energy and motivation from these few successes, I would like to continue doing portraits. Therefore, if you like to have one for yourself, kindly send your photo references to my email at thubtenpelbar@yahoo.com along with your donation amount. Meanwhile you can also have a look at the sketches and paintings from my recent past. These sketches and paintings will be let out to those who are willing to pay maximum donation amount...now PLACE YOUR BETS!  

Banjar1: A4 water color paper
"Already sold out"
Banjar2: A4 watercolor paper




Banjar3: Pencil on A4 paper
"Already sold out"
Banjar4: watercolor on A4 paper

Banjar5: watercolor on A3 paper
Banjar6: Rihana
Pencil on paper 24x18cm
Banjar7: Rose
Pencil on paper 24x18 cm
Banjar8: Pencil on paper
24x18 cm

Banjar10: Pencil on paper
24x18 cm

Banjar9: Pencil on paper
24x18 cm

Banjar11: Pencil on A3 chart paper
(Coming-up)
BACKGROUND on Banjar Lhakhang construction
-         Reproduced from the "Implementation Strategy booklet"

Through the three doors, I constantly make prostrations and offerings to,
The Buddha who shows unmistakable, ultimate noble path;
The sacred Dharma which protects us from the lower rebirths;
And the Sangha that guides us on to the path of liberation.

With the above offerings of flowery words of praise, here is presented the short background to the construction of new Lhakhang at Banjar in Tsamang, under Mongar Dzongkhag.
In the east of the Land of the Palden Drukpa, within the region popularly known as the Sharchog Khorlo Tsipgyed (or the Eight Spokes of Wheel of Eastern Region), in the administrative region of Mongar Dzongkhag, the Banjar village under Tsamang Gewog is blessed with the fertile landscape, wherein the common nine types of food grains are cultivated and grown; where the nine aspirations/ wishes are spontaneously fulfilled; wherein the flowers, medicinal plants and abundant species of vegetation adorn and enrich the village landscape; and the birds such as the Cuckoo are heard singing their melodious tunes against the backdrop of the wild animals grazing at their natural ease in a care-free manner; while the people of the village are busy with their daily farming activities in their pursuit of peace and, happiness. Adorning the right side of the village is the abode palace of much acclaimed protector and the local deity known as Gogphel Lhatsen, who protects and safeguards the people from obstacles, famine, disease and other obstacles to people's health and happiness. From this abode palace originates Phelgang Chhu rivulet with its eight tributaries. The top of the village is adorned with the mountain range/ peak known as the Pang Phu that resembles the mystic Kilaya (Phurpa) pointing towards the eternal sky.
Towards the left of the village, originating from the Sengram ranges is the rivulet called Shel Khil Chhu. At the bottom stretch of the village is the swift-flowing, well-known river fed by the sacred Tsokar and Tsonag (Black & White) Lakes, known as Kuri Chhu, which has helped in dispelling the darkness of thousands of households through the generation of hydro-electricity.
With such serene surroundings and ideal location, the Banjar village could be really compared to the abode of the celestial beings where peace and happiness is the call of the day.
In Banjar village, sometime before 150 years, the noble families of the village and the noble high Lams of the past, thinking for the sake of the future generations have built a small Lhakhang to serve as the source of blessings for the living and the dead.
As said in the words of Shantideva:
                   "The Ultimate medicine for beings' sufferings,
                    The Ultimate source off freedom and happiness,
                    Is the Buddha-Dharma, which I pray that, 
                    It remains long with support of veneration and offerings".
For the Buddha-Dharma to remain and last longer, the unbroken lineage holders of the sacred Dharma must be sustained and supported with veneration and offerings. To actually achieve this objective, thus, the Buddha's body, speech and mind representations and relics must be built and supported by generous offerings with due respect and regard. Thus, we can't agree any less with the above stanza of, Shantideva on the importance of building a new Lhakhang.
Old Banjar Lhakhang
With the overall developments In the world economy, and with the increase in population, there is an urgent need for the rituals and ceremonies to be hosted for both the living and the dead almost on a daily basis. As the old Lhalhang in the village is beyond repair, it's felt that it would be far better to construct a new Lhakhang. Moreover, with the yearly increase in the village population and the marked increase in the village youths enrolling into Dharma practice, it's difficult to accommodate the entire gathering under one roof.
Therefore, in May 2007, coinciding with the Fire Female Pig year, Lopen Perna Jamtsho had a consultative discussion with the Banjar community, during which the public submitted their absolute assurances and commitment to support the construction of Lhakhang, both in terms of labour and materials in every manner they can.
New Lhakhang
(Construction still going on)
Thence, correspondingly, the Royal Government of Bhutan, considering the importance of propagation and preservation of Buddha-Dharma and also keeping in mind the welfare of the people, granted the permission/approval to construct the new Lhakhang vide their letters of approval NCCA/0-15/2001/ 4826, dated 20th December 2001, and DoC/0-l/2006/913, dated 11th December 2006.
Thereafter, with due consultation amongst the people of the village, a Working Committee was established to ensure the proper implementation of the construction.
The following are the members of the working committee:
(a) Dasho Sherab Tenzin,
(b) Retired Major Tshewang Sithar,
(c) Lopen Perna Jamtsho,
(d) Ex-Gup Kuenzang Gyeltshen,
(e) Ex-Gup Sonam Tenzin,
(f) Deki Phuntshok,
(g) Peljorla


OBJECTIVES OF LHAKHANG CONSTRUCTION

The following are the main objectives for constructing a new Lhakhang at Banjar:
a)      To preserve and promote the Buddha-Dharma for the welfare and benefit of sentient beings, not only for this present life but for after-life as well,
b)      To accommodate more number of monks and people during the religious functions, rituals and ceremonies. The old Lhakhang was in a dilapidated state and didn't have the capacity to' accommodate large number of people,
c)      To provide an opportunity for the people of Banjar community and their relatives and associates to accumulate enormous merit and thereby cleanse their karmic sins and retributions through their generous contributions of labour, material and money,
d)     To coincide with and represent the auspiciousness and the Tendrel celebrations of 100 years of monarchy with the ascension of our 5th King, His Majesty, Jigme Khesar Namgyel Wangchuck" , on the golden throne of the glorious Palden Drukpa,
e)      To facilitate the proper study a.n d meditation practices for the Gomchens and monks at their inner, outer and secret levels,
f)       To facilitate the regular performance of rituals and ceremonies for the sake of the Buddha-Dharma in general; and for the King, Country and its people in particular,
g)      To equip the Lhakhang with numerous main inner statues, Buddhist thematic paintings, frescoes, religious instruments and sacred scriptures to sanctify the village through their presence and blessings.