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Carryover effect – a closing remark 2010

We could keep some of our promises made to ourselves and to our people in the beginning of the year that’s ending today. Some promises slipped off our hands as the year advanced. All these are fine and okay as long as we have done something in the right spirit.  

As the year ends tonight, it is also time to ask ourselves and introspect how much life has taught us in the past one year and what lessons we have leant so that we have something to proudly carry over to the next year.  It is time to reflect on the mistakes committed and plan accordingly on how to avoid them. 

And it is been two exciting years for this blog – I have been unfaithful mostly this year to my blog. I contributed 37 posts less compared to 2009. I posted 93 articles in 2009 while I managed only 56 this year. But the year has been a fruitful for Writers Association of Bhutan (WAB) and we are pleased that something is happening, even if it is in rudimentary form. Everyone should be proud of its progress and we will soon get there one day, I am sure. And I have been able to contribute my opinions in the newspapers. I am glad I did that.  

I will be chewing doma up to midnight tonight and my teeth shall wear a stainless look in the coming year. I relished it to the fullest and it is only fitting that I let it go. I can already hear my small intestines applauding my move. And with the strike of a new dawn of a New Year, writing more rigorously is one of my resolutions as well. 

But being a good husband to my wife, better father to my daughter, good son to my parents, supporting brother, trustworthy neighbor, hardworking employee and a good human being in general, still remains my top priority in the coming year.


Until then, fare ye well 2010 – and welcome 2011 with much grandeur and excitement.
Happy New Year to all! Tashi Delek!

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  1. Good luck with all your resolutions...and happy new year.....and yeah thank you for WAB..because of some ppl like you...we can post our writings and learn a lot from others....

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