Weathering a Stormy Week

This past one week has been one of the most emotionally and professionally challenging periods I've experienced in a long while. It started on Monday with a disciplinary issue involving some students whose behavior had escalated beyond the usual classroom mischief. What began as a routine inquiry turned serious quickly—I had to call in the parents, not just for information, but for intervention. The conversation was tense. I found myself balancing between being the leader,  the mediator, and in some ways, the bearer of unpleasant truths. It wasn't easy. The parents’ initial ignorance and resistance tested my patience, but I reminded myself that defensiveness often stems from worry and helplessness. Still, I carried the weight of that encounter well into the evening.

My little angel

with your senseless giggles

you woke me up 

with your pink toothless smile

you saw me off 

with your dimpled cheeks 

you greeted me home

the lost voice

The world seem a little dark

The sun seem less brighter

The wind seem a little harsh

The moon seem much dull

The surrounding seem a little crowded

December Then and Now

December was the most awaited months during the normal times;

When the children would count days and plan their vacation trips,

When the elders would book pilgrimage trip to India and Nepal,

And I used to look forward to a relaxing time after ten months of hectic schedule with diverse learners.

Muse

                                                                   

The sound of bell endured

The students and staff screened

For temperature every day

An evening to cherish

The 21^st century has made our life so busy that we have to plan and schedule time for ourselves to have a time away to relax with the people of same thoughts and minds. Steve Jobs rightly said "Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be trapped by dogma, which is living with the results of other people’s thinking. 

Of Facebooking and updates

If Facebook was not launched by Zuckerburg, most people would not have had avenue to pour out their frustration.:D

Random thoughts!

I had been observing and reflecting on some comments on social media. Many a times I go through the writings and comments by the people I know. Most of the time I see lots of grievance, dissatisfaction and criticism.

Meme Kota gets lodging for the night

This incident was shared by a distant aunt.

My aunt had gone to Tashigang with a group of people and they were returning home. Since it was a long journey (in the mid 80s when the motor vehicle were not readily available) on foot they had decided to rest for the night in a cave not far from the main path. They had lighted a makeshift oven and cooked their evening meal and were taking rest before their dinner when they saw a man coming their way. The man (Meme Kota) asked for shelter for the night in their cave and they agreed to let him stay with them in the cave.

Meme Kota and his horse

It was during the time when the motor vehicle (in Bhutan) was scarce and people used mule n horse for transportation. Meme Kota had a horse called “Thremo”. He used to go from place to place taking the horse to transport loads. Once he had gone to Tashigang Dzong to deliver the load and unfortunately for him, his horse littered the place. The policeman on duty saw it and asked Meme to clean the litter. Meme was quite ashamed and was not willing to clean the waste and thought for some time. He slowly walked to his horse and said in a very soothing tone as if he was talking to a child.

Nothing lasts forever

This materialistic world
Urge every  individual
To rush; to crave
for wealth; for  power.
To sweat and toil
To accumulate
Assuming we live a thousand years

Let's give our best Teachers

When need is heeded everything prospers. The need for transformative learning system had been called for by citizens of all walks of life in our country and indeed the awakening to the need had been very timely. The involvement of all the teachers throughout the country in this transformative pedagogy is a history in itself. I am the part of history in making. Never before in my more than two decades of the teaching career have I seen such huge training program.

Being in Delhi

When the flight landed in the Indra Gandhi International Airport in New Delhi, I was prepare for another adventurous journey. Being away from Home and family is always a worst part in life but I was ready to break away from my comfort zone. The blizzard noise of Delhi traffic was the first thing that hit me. I could not hear what the person who had come to pick me up at the airport was saying. The trip from airport to the my destination was another experience. The drivers drove the vehicles in their own whims. I shared with my co-passenger that I would never dare to drive in the streets of Delhi.

A new place, a new start

After lots of appeal, I got my transfer and I could finally join my other half of my family. It is a great relief that I am finally out of the place that I had started hating. When I start disliking something, nothing can make me change my mind and I am really glad that I am out of that place.

Nothing last forever

The sun shines bright

But I only feel the shadows

People around me laugh

But it fails to touch my heart

The children smile around

But  fails to warm me.

Random thoughts

Have you ever felt like the whole world is conspiring against you? Well I am going through that kind of phase in life: The place that I have lived for more than four years seems like a strange place. The work that I have loved since the time I started working seems less motivating and people I have worked with seems like Strangers.  The only light is my little girl who welcomes me home with her smile and laughter every time I return from my mundane routine.

The living legend

A young man of sixteen

Assumed the mighty task

 Steering a raw nation

From isolation

To internationalization.

Glimpses of Literary Nite!

The school observed Literary nite as a part of the celebration of the National Reading Year on 28^th August 2015. The children and the Teachers worked hard to make it a great success. 

PP kids performing action poem

I can see

From the window

facing the road

towards the gate

I see the small children

playing

Muse

Reflecting on the day’s event

I try to get the much needed rest

Yet I cannot shut my heavy eyelids

For the episodes comes back

Bringing the pearl of laughter