I never wish for a grand celebration on the losar day. I do not crave for extravagant foods and drinks to glorify the day. To blast a party with gushing champagne, throwing out luxurious laughter isn’t within my budget. Getting festive with archery or any other entertainments has long abandoned my bones. This may sound weird and pessimistic, for my kind of losar isn’t the way most people would want it to be. Then, what is it?
It means a big day for everyone – for some it is a celebration of achievements of the past one year while welcoming a fresh new year filled with promises of success, joy and happiness in abundance; for some, it is the day to drown all their difficulties and misfortunes in the mist of merry making with a hope that such be the part of their life for next one year; and, for few others it is a day of thanks giving to Kenchog Sum (all deities and invisible forces included), the King and the Country – for having granted a fruitful past one year without any hassles to one’s Lue Ngag Yid Sum (body, speech and mind).