Leafless tree and Friendless heart

Winter appears with prodigious dedication and the leafs on the tree never halts wilting. I can see the tress wearing no leafs which leaves the arid trunks an incomplete tree without leafs. Dry environs and leafless tress makes my heart a friendless soul. Whatever I do, it becomes fruitless and barren without you, whoever I meet it resembles you, I find you as my angel in my reverie and my thoughts are filled with your charismatic face. The reasons behind all this happenings are my true love for you and my heart suffocates in the absence of your aromatic aroma.

If I have a magic eraser I will erase all the dates and directly make February 10^th, 2013 skipping all the dates in-between so that I can meet you and have some conversations with you.Even sun cannot brighten my darkness and moon cannot amuse my ideal heart. What I need is your presence with my handholding with yours. I am dying without you and when will these vacation end.

Ah! It really hurts my heart and the bizarre feeling injects me everywhere. I really need you and really want to be with you. Without you, my life is in comatose and no one can help me except you.

Without vacillating I want to sleep in your heart for eternity.

 Love you Kinley

Thank You Note

Dear Father,

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I am humbled to write a note to you after a long time since our departure. Hope you are still watching me from somewhere with your inestimable adoration. I remembered an incident when I was in class in one. Our class teacher had asked us to fill a form which demanded us to write some information about our parent. I knew without any problem, my mother’s information but when I was about to write about you, my hand trembled, I didn’t have any information. When I reached home I started flinging tenacious questions to my Mom. For some time she was completely silent. After few seconds she responded in her melancholic voice that my father was no more in the world. Hearing the devastating news my heart ached and bore a severe wound that would never heal.

Neither can I see you nor hear you but I can feel your presence with my different senses which you gave me as a gift. I have no other means to send this memorandum to you except in prayers so that you can feel my true pent up feelings. When I hear my friends talking about their father, I feel your absence deeply and painfully. Even then I thank you for having me as your son and for giving this beautiful life.

I thank you for guiding me every day with your fondness and staying with me like an inseparable shadow. Even though you are not alive, I seek your help whenever I need to take decisions and you give me the positive energy to take the right decision. Thank you for the helping hand when and your immeasurable blessings. Your love is injected in my heart erasing all my obnoxious defilements. Thank you for giving those siblings whom I am proud of. They are a treasured in my heart of museum.

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When I reminisce the exquisite moment when you used to sing a lullaby to me and when you used to play with, I feel so desperate and anxious to meet you. Whenever I miss you, I look in the sky and try to craft and visualize your charming face in those clouds but your image seems blurred. You had left me when was only three before I could even recognize your face. So, I imagine your face like mine because I am sure we would have resembled.

Lastly, I am sending this letter from this earth to empty sky hoping it will reach your place. Eighteen years without you, a fatherless child as they call me, I have suffered still I feel that you are connected to me. I hope and pray to god that we meet in my next generation and we enjoy a life together as son and father.

Your son,

Dawa

4 hours in RTC (Royal Thimphu College)

It was 9^th of November, 2013 and 9^th convocation was organized by Royal University of Bhutan (RUB) in RTC, Thimphu. More than two thousand graduates from nine colleges who have graduated in the year 2011 and 2012 gathered at RTC football play ground with highly hopes to inject His Majesty’s speech in their life. I along with my two colleagues represented our college. We were enthusiastic to see and hear His Majesty potent speech. At 10:50 am everyone saw His Majesty arriving in chipdrel ceremony and the graduates were graced upon His Majesty’s presence.

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After the presentation of graduates by Director, Department of Academic Affairs, the dying awaited period was fragmented by His Majesty dominant speech. The bold voice came in everyone’s ear making our ear much more comfortable.

His Majesty congratulated all the graduates for successfully completing their course and thanked all the teachers who played a vigorous role in making them who they are. His Majesty also shared upon the concern he has in preserving the culture and maintaining peace and prosperity in the country. He also added that as a graduate and as an individual we must not quit in whatever we do instead we must continue our journey towards achieving the things. The striking quote that he shared to the entire graduates was “where there is a will there is a way”. We Bhutanese are unique and creative and His Majesty believes in every Bhutanese that we will not take failure as a last option while working. He concluded by wishing the entire graduates a tenacity, clarity of thoughts and stamina of boundless wisdom.

The program ended with flawless cultural items presented by RTC students and a lunch for the entire crowd.

3 PCA - The Paradise Class

A class of paradise with abundance bliss and joy

The mates, bright and enthusiastic learner

A skill of pure hard work born within the hearts

Mellowed fellows always cling to varieties of books

Pupil’s with immeasurable and boundless knowledge

Ever ready to be an epitomized teacher in their future

3 PCA blessed with 33 students.

Colossal Anush with a boundless knowledge,

Wily Bhagi an avid reader,

Gallant Bijay a cyber-scholar,

Fervent Budha an efficacious sportsman,

Amiable Chencho the tallest guy in the class,

Affable Chencho Zangmo the sincere student,

Adoring Korean a nabob in using metaphors while writing,

Loyal Chorten the jovial lady,

Marvelous Darjang the alluring hero,

Elegant Dawa Euden the attraction maker,

Unobtrusive Dawa Tshering the hushed bod,

Splendours Dechen Cena with a modest smile,

Chirpy Dechen Choden an archetypal companion,

Nonchalant Khaw Je the paramour,

Chubby Dechen Tshomo a perfect bosom,

Buoyant Dechen Wangdi the committed guy,

Resilient Dechen Zangmo the gentle spouse,

Enthusiastic Deepak the Grandees of PCA,

Plumpish Dekar Lhamo the great adviser,

Ebullient Deki Wangmo the holy girl,

Bouncy Dema Lhamo the flawless colleague,

Perkish Dema Yangzom the snowist snowwoman,

Captivating Dorji Pelden the amusing mate,

Hilarious Sampa the witty man,

Introverted Etsho the adroit learner,

Glittering Gaki the dexterous mom,

Exquisite Ganga the mellowing lady,

Mesmerizing Guru Wangmo the prodigious book lover,

Beaming Jambay the grin creator,

Nifty Jamyang a proficient guy,

Obedient Kencho a compassionate soul installer,

Sparkling Tashi the heart comforter of all.

May the sky of class be filled with joy and ecstasy

With profound thirst of learning

And live happily forever.

Happy Five Couples

One feels incomplete if one is not there. For them they consider love as a life and life as a love. They vow themselves in keeping their unfading love till perpetuity.  I am proud to present the names of couples in our class.

1.Budha Bir Rai and Dechen Zangmo

A man known for his excellence in sports meets a woman who is a hardworking in every field.

2. Cheten Tashi and Eden Tshomo

Endearing and jaunty guy meets with his soul mate that has chubby pink cheek and loves nurturing nature.

3. Darjang Wangdi and Dechen Choden

A man who can supple his heart with different pupil encounters an exquisite lady who can support her hubby in any situation.

4. Dechen Dorji and Dekar Lhamo

Photo courtesy: Cheten Tashi's Face Book page.

A true believer of eloquent love meets his partner who is always dedicated and committed to her love.

5. Jambay Dorji and Dema Yangzom

A man known for his captivating smile meets a girl who can sustain her hubby’s smile for eternity.

We revere you all and we will follow your foot steps in bringing the love alive and giving the life to the relation. May everyone’s relation endure the life of sun and the endless river. 

Unfortunate Lover

She was one of those whom god lost from heaven. She was an angel with a face filled fully with never dwindling smile. Her name was Tshomo. Tshomo likes painting and she likes nurturing natures. In her class she was known for her simplicity and her tenacity in remaining evergreen. Tshering who was her class mate always left a strong witticism whenever he talks with her. He used to tease himself with her infront of all their classmates. Her lovely cheek turns pink and blushes away whenever Tshering teased her. As a friend Tshering always admired her exquisite natural beauties and they remained a good friend.

As days rolled into weeks and weeks into months he found himself attached with Tshomo. Since he was a good friend of Tshomo everyone in the class started teasing them. When they sat together, they compromised that they are not more than a good friend.

Photo by Dawa

As they were in teen the striking word “love” over ruled them. Tshering who was a believer of love supported love as a robust phenomenon towards his life. Since his sagacity thoughts was disturbed by the word ‘love’ even when visiting bathroom he heard pupils chattering about love, when he read books, he found that love can change everything and he started becoming a peculiar believer of love.

Tshering soon realized that he was in love with his best friend Tshomo; he started acting dissimilar to that of his real behaviour in front of Tshomo. Whenever he had a conversation with her he always had an eloquent conversation about his feelings. He tried to share his desperate words with her but faith didn't favour him in confessing his own precious love meant for her.

Even then he loved her more than himself, wrote a poem about her, dreamt many times, shared with many friends about his meekness love, and crafted her image in his most desiring heart.

He did justice to his love by not mingling with any of the ladies and staying quietly beholding at her beautiful inseparable beauties but some days he heard that Tshomo was in relation.

When he heard the irksome information, he didn’t believe as she as fine girl who will never be in this state of affairs. Few days later he started noticing that her unprofessional behaviour was ruling over her rosy behaviour.

From then, he sobbed internally leaving no tears to shed out, his sense was senseless, lost his appetite, his eyes became dull, he remained in nostalgic state and he was not able to control his emotions. Though alive he was paralyzed internally with a torment live.

He lived his life without meaning and still he is continuing the journey of optimist life.

Theme: “If you love someone don’t wait , just confess it !” So that there won’t be any regret from your side.

Enjoy with Pride

Photo: Dawa

The year when all the high school students finishes crossing their rigid schooling days and when they start soaring themselves within the floppy places so called college. Some starts roaming and some enjoy at their fullest taking full freedom of their own freedom.  Though immature, vehemently they start acting matured as they are bounded with broadest minded pupils.

Once the individuals are fully adjusted in the college, they interact and meet new faces, later their bosom friends. Unwittingly, days turn into weeks, weeks into months and months into year and finally you find everyone calling you acho and aue (elder people).

Why the time in college hurries like an unstoppable river?

While staying in the colleges always work hard with utmost ability putting your dedication in it. Enjoy the life of college and try to learn different things which are alien to you so that the memories will be stored in the history of your brain and it will never dwindle away.

  

External and Internal bliss

It was 4:00 in the morning when I was awake. I put on the curtain but it was not yet dawn. When I went outside my room I saw the sky giving a shower to the down earth with slight rain. ‘Ah what a boring day to start’ I uttered within myself. The feeling of inferiority was striking my mind as the day seemed gloomy.

Teachers in Gaupel Lower Secondary School

After a while my mind was tickled by some reminders. I thought intensively and tried to recollect the things. Thank god! I remembered that I have a day long to go with my tutor Madam Sangay Bidha to Gaupel Lower Secondary School.

At 8:30 am I met my tutor and we drove to Gaupel Lower Secondary School. Opps!!!! I forgot to write why did we go to the school?

A flower near Madam's apartment

Madam and I went to school to conduct School Based Improving Program (SBIP) by introducing phonetics to the teacher though they have some knowledge about phonetics. “Ahem ahem”  I was not a teacher there!!!! I went along with my tutor to learn phonetics like other teachers and to assist my tutor. Clinging with madam Sangay for 3 hours I learnt many things. Madam changed my empty bag of brain by putting the jewels of knowledge.

When the program came to end I directly looked at the bluish sky and saw the sun shining like never before capturing all the darkness and clouds boogying with their slow tempo making the day a complete journey.

Delicious and mouth watery food made prepared by Madam at her home reminded me of my mother’s love and affection to me. Thank you god and madam for providing me with a colossal opportunity to learn and be a fit individual in the society.

Outwardly today’s weather was favourable with my interior emotions being guided by a new learning of knowledge. In my little brain I’ve written today’s memories with never fading ink and it will be preserved ever in my heart of museum.

Walking Outside the Nutshell

Photo by Dawa

“When we can smell the aromatic aroma and feel the things, we have to keep learning as we are alive” is a cliché assumed and believed by every individual. There are people who want to craft their name in a certificate of success without injecting their hard work towards their goal. Some articulates their strong voice without any stand in becoming a person they desired. In order to clutch your desired reverie you need to walk outside the nutshell.

A man cannot stand on hillock sharing his modest smile with those gush of winds quivering like those prayer flags fluttering. As a human being, we are not born to live dormant, act proactive and get the things you want.

Working extra mile will never poison your work but it will always pay you back according to your hard work. Simply saying I want to improve my speaking skills will not automatically soar your desired skill. You need to read a lot, speak a lot then only your fresh seed sown will start ripening.

Work hard!!! Put your full exertion; break the nutshell and staring walking towards your goal. 

My Blended Thoughts

Suffering and enjoying with ecstasy is the rule imbibed by god to the fellow people of the world. Some people want to live their life with values inside them and some they just want to enjoy without any sore. To fit in the society one should have all the qualities that society demands.

When people writes about a people they choose someone who contributes to nation but today I am describing a humble guy who is contributing to nation on his own way.  Oh! I think I am narrating a story. Let me directly write what I want to share to my fellow bloggers.

A gentleman well known for his interest in every field makes people in complete bliss. He is Mr. Kinley Wangchuk a 3^rd year student teacher studying in Paro College of Education. Mr. Kinley has a unique identity among the pupils in the university. He holds a good character and he is always determined towards his destined goal.

Whenever there is dzongkha literary competition in the college, his name is always crafted on the certificate which results in becoming the best speaker. When the MC (master of ceremony) gives chance to guess the best speaker in the competition to the spectator, the whole audience utters Mr. Kinley Wanghcuk’s name making his name soar in the hall. Indeed in the end his name transforms into a successful fame.

He likes composing patriotic songs with all those naynga (metaphor) words clubbed together in beautifying the lyrics. When there is any cultural program within the college he is requested by the Lecturer to hold the seat of MC (master of ceremony). He makes bizarre program into a sparkling and exotic events. He is not even into an addiction towards drugs and alcohol. He leads a cleanse mind of zero defilement.

He always eradicates my jeopardizing behavior and I am Mr. Kinley Wanghcuk’s admirer as he inspired me to work with my fullest ability through his utmost conduct.

May he continue his good moral character and be an exemplary to all the youths of Bhutan.  

A Worthy Day

When I woke up and stretched my body, I saw the clouds boogying in the sky making my morning an eloquent day of ecstasy. Right after the morning feast I went to attend a religious discourse on “oral transmission on intermediate state (Bardo Thoedrel)” by his eminence Guru Khentse Yoezer Rinpoche.

From his tremendous and valuable teaching I learnt that life is a passenger in a cab. Which means our life is ruled by impermanence and whatever we do is a mere transitory.

In order to live a life which is worthy, we have to live idly without any purpose and just remembering dharma at your core heart.

Dharma is the only key factor which can transform your obnoxious present-day into a painless living in next life. Therefore dharma can act as a bridge between current live and ensuing life.

Today’s day was well spent with the term “impermanence” and “dharma” imbibed from a highly qualified guru. Thank you god for giving me a benevolent teacher.

Evocative voice

When I was in the class reading a book, a woman dressed in her maroon kira and pink tego came to the class and started speaking in a beautiful tone. As soon as she started speaking we saw her lips turning into a splendor smile. Everyone in the class was mesmerized and wanted to stay in her class to listen to her unwavering speech which was like a soothing lyrics to our ear. She was slim and gorgeous like chrysanthemum and her charming words made us enthuse to learn with greater zeal and tempo.As the time was moving like an unstoppable river, she continued speaking without halting. Finally she revealed her identity as our tutor for a semester. Her name was Madam Sangay Bidha. The way she speaks was exceptionally well off.In the end of the session, her words of wisdom were sculptured in our heart as it is more than a treasure treasured in the museum. I am obliged to god for providing a teacher which can fill our glass of brain by a milk of knowledge. We revere you till eternity.

Mother

Everyone reveres their mother,

Sturdily I venerate my dear mom.

Nine months in agony and anguish,

After birth caring like butter in the heat,

Washing the sordid stool with her fragile hand,

Having sleepless night,

And Facing murky times when I am ill.

Obliged to god for giving a benevolent mother,

My sea engulfed with love will endure thou forever

Your adoration will be sculptured on the stone of my heart.

And the rosy time will never fade away from my intangible soul.

Love you my Mother.

TEACHING - A WAY OF LEARNING

“IF I EVER AM A TEACHER, IT WILL BE MORE TO LEARN THAN TO TEACH” was one of the most prominent saying that I have seen the books. We teach diverse subjects with different purposes and intentions. Our mood depends upon the students’ ways of conduct. We teach from our heart, we acknowledge their hard work; we inspire them to sculpture their efforts and we are a teacher, we are the best friend of our student.

Photo Courtesy: Dawa's collection. 

Teaching, in a way is an art of learning in which we get profound experiences through advising our future eminent youths. Apart from the curriculum we teach values and attitudes which can enroll themselves in a refined job. Sometimes we teach and we learn alongside.

Teaching is sacrificing and it is a way of giving everything, in return the reward is immeasurable. We learn from what we teach and we teach from what we learn. 

So, I teach to learn and I learn to teach our eminent youth of tomorrow.

A Robust Strength of Photos, Never Fades Away

I would like to apologize for not updating my blog for a longer time. Since I am engaged and engrossed in teaching I don’t get enough time to jot my personal experiences and share with my fellow bloggers.

Even though, I managed to snap some pictures of our attractive city and some other splendor places at Thimphu itself.

Underneath photo shows how we are fortunate to be in city and connotes an eloquent message of loving our country and protecting our elegant country.

Enjoy viewing some of my very own photographs.

Bhutanese Clown at Pangrizampa.

A Happy moment for all of us as we can see spring upholding.

Butter lamp at Memorial Chorten.

                                       Blossoming of flower at Jigme Losel Primary School.

Mani Dhang Rim at Pangrizampa.

An old man counting his beads and 

devoting his life to prayers.

Dawn period.

Significant Dechenphug Monastery.

                                                 

Artificial flower at Dechenphug.

Night view of Memorial Chorten.

View of our holly Tashichhodzong from Zilukha.

What’s the Reason?

I believe that human beings are born to be sane and they have to be aware of their conduct. I have been noticing many pupils who are insane at their behavior have got an obnoxious behavior and this loathsome manner is always worn on their lucid physique making them weak. 

A person whose mind is engulfed with knowledge, well-mannered and knows Bhutanese etiquette has unique conduct. They know how to uphold their uniqueness and the way they deal with people is just magnificent.

People with problematic attitude, low self-esteem and less knowledge have a strange behavior. Most of the time they condemn their closest relatives and make their friends unhappy by their abhorrent insolent behavior. 

“WHY IS THIS HAPPENING TO ONLY UNFORTUNATE ONES? WHY????”

Even the girls who are having abusive character are so demanding. If the guy is humble and has splendor manner the girl is blind to his love. On confessing his true feeling to the girl, the girl turns her hostile eye on him.

If I am in place of that girl I would love to be with that type of guy who is so clean at heart and know the values of love. Isn’t it?

Actually the girl deserves to be with the boy but why the FAITH is so strong enough to drive her into wrong way? Why?

What we expect is just the irony. We anticipate the right result but the outcome is different.

People who are spoiled are already ruined and why again the faith want to ruin them? Why?

Why faith doesn’t want to ruin well-mannered people? Why?

What is the reason? 

My Seraph Sisters

Photo by Dawa

Six angels from the heaven lost one of their best friends when they came to the universe to rove beautiful places. When the angels were returning to the place where they came from, only six of them were there. The six splendor angel fell incomplete, discontent, and wretched as their dedicated friend vanished in a mysterious place without notice of them. They flew unenthusiastically to heaven and never returned to the place called Earth.

The lost angel was pure at heart, loves nurturing younger ones and supports each and every person that come across her.

I’ve got no elder sister whom I can proudly call her as my sister. Especially when I was in primary school I always wished if I had a sister whom I can give my school uniform to her for washing and sometimes I wished my sister as my playmate while playing in dusty ruled place.

Growing day by day and getting matured, the bold thinking prints naturally in my mind telling me ‘”you have many elderly sisters whom they cares you and loves you more than themselves”.

Photo by Dawa

Indeed, I have many sisters who are from different places and vary in their age as well. At first, with unknown face yet caring, loving and helping in every field. But now I can comfily say that they are my real sisters and I am fortunate to have a sister who edifies me when I ponder having no sister by supplanting themselves as my real splendor sisters.

Even having no real sisters, I don’t feel the absence of sister as I have a couple of my sisters who protects me from getting lost and guards me better. She so does this to me because she is the lost angel from heaven and she has the bitter taste of getting lost.
Losing her enthusiastic friends and not returning to heaven with exotic six angels, she is the sisters of all in this exquisite universe.
“Lover your Sisters”

Dedicated to my entire dear sisters at different places and thanking you for your love and affection to me.

And also dedicated to all the Brothers and Sisters.

Shadow, My Love

Photo courtesy : Google.

When I hop, she also does the same and wherever I go, she follows and sticks with me like an inseparable love of a mother to an infant. Even if my body is fatigued, she still waits for me to move. Always with me and never segregates with my impermanent body, she is called the “SHADOW”.  

I love my shadow as she stays with me and tries to eradicate my loneliness. Whenever I miss my dear she surrogates my sweetheart who is far away yet my shadow keeps my dear near to me and brings the feeling of joy and ecstasy.

Photo courtesy: Google.

Although, visually my shadow is black and crone yet I eat with my shadow, I walk with my shadow and I dance with my shadow because she is clean at heart and that is the reason I love my shadow.

DO YOU ALL LOVE YOUR SHADOWS?