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

The Firing Drill

I got myself registered for the one day refresher’s course (firing drill) at Deothang after consulting with my husband since I didn’t have any other important work at that time. I was apprehensive because I knew that most of the Desuups were busy with “Wang Duty” in Phuentsholing and I hardly knew the Desuups listed for the refresher’s course. To my dismay I could see only three female Desuups listed when the final list was uploaded in the Desuung group page in facebook. Nevertheless I kept my hope high because I knew I was going to make new friends and gain some more practice in firing drill.

My Nephew's first trip to Yangtse

The tiring journey through the crowded Assam road dimmed as I neared my native place. The greeting into the valley by the sound of black necked cranes made the scene all more mesmerizing. My five year old nephew was travelling with me to see his grandparents for the first time and was full of questions about the new environment and the cranes. He was asking about the Chorten Kora that he had seen in Noezhen Express in BBS and wanted to know how big it was. He kept asking whether Chorten kora was as big as some chorten (stupa) that we passed through on the way. When I said it was bigger than that, he spread his arms and asked whether it was as big. I told him that he would see it in few minutes as we were nearing the place, he kept stretching his neck to see further in front of the car.

Dear Mom

You were always there

Teaching me to sit straight,

Crawl and take my first step

Holding my hands when I stumbled,

Delighting on my utterance of the first word,

Spending sleepless night when I was running a slight fever.

Some pics captured in my cell

PP children trying their hand in art.

Driving in Rain

“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.

The Ghost Show

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.

The walk in the rain

I 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.

The waiting Game

Treading the rugged terrain,

Crossing the valleys and mountains,

The horse and the cranes campaign’d.

Muse

Secluded in the wilderness,

Away from the hustle,

In ignorance of day today happening,

We reside to mold the future generation.