“Mam, Apa sir’s daughter is unconscious. She is
being referred to Jomotsangha but there isn’t a single vehicle at this hour”
said the caller as soon as I picked up phone. I was in dilemma as it was
getting dark and I had never driven at night owing to my poor vision and the
road to Jomotsangkha was very rough owing to constant rainfall.
I am coming to Apa sir’s place. Tell them to get ready” saying that I shut down
my laptop, grabbed the keys and rushed out as the baby’s life was at stake.
A man claimed that he
could summoned Ghosts and Spirits and dared his friends and neighbors to come
and see his claims. Many days passed and people became very curious. Everyone
wanted to see the ghosts though they were very scared. The man announced a day
for is ghost revealing show and many friends and neighbors flocked into his
house leaving behind the children at home to see the ghost.
always go home on weekends despite the condition of weather and last week was
no different from any other weekends. I had asked for the extension of my leave
since I had some work at Nanglam. After spending a night at Nanglam and
finishing my work there, I travelled back home. The weather was hot and dusty
and there was no sign of rain. Assuming that the weather might be same at my
station which is about 25 kms away, I asked my driver to drop me to my station
in the evening. My husband said that I should leave in the afternoon since the
weather is very unpredictable in the summer and agreeing to his suggestion I
got into the vehicle after lunch. Travelling through the rugged bumpy farm road
is not always a pleasant experience but I got no other option.
Once there lived a family of three black necked cranes and a horse in a small Himalayan Kingdom. The horse was a very powerful animal and wanted to rule over the kingdom but the cranes also wanted the same. Then began the hostility among the people because everyone sided either the cranes or the horse. There were very few who remained neutral. The resentment between the two even caused some families to drift apart for some time.
As the days draw closer for me to move to my new destination I am gripped with the feeling of uneasiness. The first question that has been pestering me for the last several days has been “Will I be able to shoulder the responsibility that has been bestowed upon me?” I haven’t been very confident in convincing myself on appropriate response either which had led me to open some books which are usually referred by my husband. (I did not even bother to give those books a second glance earlier)
Unpredictable weather is one thing that I have to get used to here in the southern belt. The morning was bring and sunny with lots of dust around and the temperature was on ever increasing pace. I could smell the sweat that perspired from the children’s forehead in absence of the electricity that is supplied from across the border which is almost non-existence.
My orders to the new place of posting had been out for more than a week now. It was out on the 1st of March 2013 and it said that we had to report to the new place of posting without fail before the 10th of March. I had requested the ministry to reconsider my placement since there is acute shortage of teachers in my present Dzongkhag and the nearby schools are in dire need of some additional teachers. I had been informed that my case would be discussed in the HR Committee meeting and informed within a week time. Thus I wait for confirmation…
I hadn’t thought of writing this before but constant remainder from some friends made me pen this down. A few days ago I was travelling towards Phuentsholing when my phone buzzed (it was in vibration mode). On responding to the buzz, the caller at the other end shouted “Fall in! Fall in!” and I couldn’t help bursting out into a huge laughter getting a quizzical look from my friend who was travelling with me. And later on I had to explain to her in details what it meant and it was then that I thought I would write something about those many fall ins that we had during our two weeks training at Tencholing.