Is it fair?

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When Kinley (name changed) was born her parents cried out of joy and ecstasy. Her parents gave her a colossal love and care making her a complete humane. When she completed her class twelve from one of the schools in Bhutan she qualified for B.Ed (Bachelor in Education) at Paro College of Education. In the year 2011 she entered the heavenly abode with complete hope of transforming herself from a caterpillar to a colourful butterfly. For her to become a proficient and a competent teacher she needs to spend four years in the college. She faced many challenges and murky times to complete her seven semesters (three and half years) but with her determined heart and resolute soul she completed seven semesters without any hurdles.

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Out of five modules in the final semester, four modules were exam oriented and one was course work oriented module. She and her other colleagues were enthralled and excited to challenge the final semester of the course, after all she will be a teacher after the eighth semester. For few months Kinley and her colleagues lived their life with academic dust hovering around making them completely involved with the academic works.

Finally on the second week of November, 2014 she appeared her semester end exam and was dissatisfied with some of the modules. When she came out from examination hall she shared to her colleagues that she would be one who will get resit (back paper) in the particular module. Indeed she was precise about her performance because she got resit in one of the module but at the back of her mind she was not anxious because she knew that, as always the college provides resit exam to those who do not qualify. With ocean of hopes and optimism she went to the college to study and appear the resit exam but when she reached there she heard devastating news. She heard that those who didn't qualify the final semester, they have to appear the resit exam one year later. Hearing the news she nearly fainted and called me and shared the upsetting news.

Kinley came with a colourful hope of becoming a beautiful butterfly from a caterpillar but her hope of becoming a butterfly was collided and she need to wait for another year to clear the paper.

My say

My thoughts can be both erroneous but I am sharing what I feel about the story of my colleagues.

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I think it is not fair for those individuals who didn’t qualify in their final semester for not giving reseat exam like in other semesters. In other semesters if an individual fails to qualify for next semester he/she is given a reseat examination before next semester begins. Those individual who didn’t qualify for RCSC have to wait for a year and see their friends soaring in the education system.

My dear bloggers what is your say on these issues?

Life after college

Lushly summer and autumn are gone but still the parched cold winter prevails. My exhilarating and thrilling college life has already come to end but still my hope and aspiration of becoming someone is undying, I am left between the life of cocoon and a butterfly. I see many of my bosoms already in service earning and performing their work with dignity and pride.  I am here without work, without income, without strength withering day by day and waiting anxiously for RCSC’s (Royal Civil Service Commission) exam.

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In our country there are still great thirsts to be slaked with teacher as the schools are in dire need of teacher but on the other hand RCSC’s commits that the entire teacher graduate will not be taken in the education system. If all the teacher graduates are not taken in then where are the remaining’s going to loiter? I pray to get through RCSC’s exam and pay back to my parents whatever they have invested for 17 years long term as a student.

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In the middle of the bridge of life I am swallowing an empty gush of winds and staying in bizarre. Everything appears mundane and humdrum without work and without a title. The only thing I spend my time is to fight with books and enjoy the beauty of learning and the books are keeping me alive.

Life is so tedious without any work and without title.

Rays of the world

HM Delivering speech 

Today I am not going to write and share about my life rather I am going to share about what has happened on 13^th of September with literary club. I went to witness the programme so called “Rays of the world” in the college dining hall. Rays of the world was about the world prodigious leaders, activist, authors and poets being remembered through different acts. It also included those individuals who made a difference to their own nations.

The participants portrayed the world renounced people by imitating their speech and action. One of the participants spoke exactly like Barack Obama the president of USA.  One of my favourite was an act on Adolf Hitler (The German leader). During Second World War Adolf Hitler was involved with the excessive war around the world with other nations. In that programme the participant wore a dress like Adolf Hitler and he kept the mustache same like how Hitler used to keep. In his speech to the spectator he spoke that he is the modern Adolf Hitler and he is more concern about the environment not with the combat. In his speech he told that he will change Sahara desert into a beautiful lushly forest where the entire tourist around the world will be attracted. We know that Adolf Hitler is potent individual with great supremacy and in the end of his speech he said “I will destroy those individuals who destroy the environment”. My dear bloggers, you weigh the difference between the past Adolf Hitler and the modern Hitler.

Barack Obama sharing his speech

Some of the participants also acted like our King and gave a captivating speech with the same thick voice to the spectator in the hall.

The participants imitated varieties of leader around the world and also within our country. Some of the people who were remembered and acted by the participant are listed below.

Mohandas Karamchan Gandhi in his full swing 

ü Barack Obama-  The President of USA

ü Mohandas Karamchan Gandhi (Freedom, non-violence and fight for right.

ü Pakistani woman called Malala who won world peace prize.

ü Head of Royal Bhutan Police –Brigadier Kipchu Namgyel

ü Sonam Choki – Actress of Bhutan. 

ü Mother Teresa

ü Nicolas Park

ü Charles Chaplin

ü Eminem – King of rapper.

ü Tandin Bidha – Actress of Bhutan

ü Pema Yangki Dolly – Actress of Bhutan

ü Ugyen Pandey – Popular singer in Bhutan.

Ugyen Pandey singing his song

More than being a spectator, I could learn about the leaders of the world who made the world a cozy Earth.  I thank literary club and the organizing group for bringing such a stimulating programme.

And hope my fellow blogger have also enjoyed my lifeless writing.

A small vow

1st year in the college

2nd  year  in the college

On 19^th March 2011, I strode in this lushly college with a worry carrying in my little mind, a worry of staying without my family and my dearest friends. I was new to this place and everything appeared fresh and new to me. Hostel seemed like dungeon and the academic campus seemed murky. Still then I endured my journey of learning with my eagerly interest.

3rd year in the college

Days rolled into weeks, weeks into months and months into years and now after staying in this heavenly abode for 3 years 5 months and 15 days, my perspective on this place has transformed to a new butterfly from the cocoon. I gave my greatest zeal on everything that I have encountered and I have adhered to all the erudite lecturers. 

4th year in the college

Right now when I look into my stay in the college I am realizing that I am left with only 2 months and after that I will lose the charm of staying as a student. I will miss the magnificent beauty of the college, the amiable buddies and most vitally my best companion.

I am obliged to all the individuals who have momentously given their precious knowledge in developing me both as a human and humane.

I may not pay back your prodigious efforts but surely I will pay back your efforts to the future eminent youths of Bhutan.

Revealing my little secret

Yesterday I went through my little old diary and found an interesting note jotted on my diary. It was about my life’s first kiss and it was written when I was in 1^st year. Today I am bestowing my little secret to all my fellow bloggers and to all the avid readers. If we want to keep our memories new and fresh don’t stop writing and today after 3 years I am having my memories because of my little writing. As a learner we should know that the power of writing is boundless and writing has the power to transform your old memories into new fresh ones.

I wrote this article on 28^th May, 2011 at 8:45pm in the new hostel room number two.  And here is the article….

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Today I was blessed with a nonchalant sterile kiss on my lips. People say the first kiss is for first love but for me it was just different. My first kiss was with a comrade in the field of military kisses. When her fresh lips started touching my rim lips I was in complete ecstasy. Indeed her lip was just exquisite. When she was asked to kiss me, my little brownish face was turned into roseate face.

It was hilarious to experience the situation because I blushed like a girl, and I can’t believe that the girl kissed me instead of me kissing the girl. It’s a miracle that has happened to me. Wow!

Experiencing the hostile life of ordinary human being, now I can proudly share to my friends that I also know how to kiss a girl.

Now and then after my life’s first kiss I am falling for her and hope my suspicious love for her is true. I want to share the whole experience to her but my incompetent ability is not allowing me to be a daring confessor.

An area for unbounded learning

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I started giving tuition to few students at Dechenchholing starting from 3^rd of January, 2014 to 3^rd of February, 2014 for the duration of one month. I randomly taught the subjects ranging from English to value education and many more. My tuition was not like others, I focused mostly on teaching the students with friendliness and interactively so that I would be getting the information on what student expects from teachers and with an objective to assist my research paper. Sometimes I organized field trip and went near the river to spent some time and learn the real beauty of nature. I made them write poem and essays on their perspective on natures. We even visited few sacred monasteries like Pangrizampa and other lhakhangs in order to instill the values and realize the precious cultures we have. My teaching included from academics to fun time like dancing and singing. I acted as a friend to my students as most of the students like a teacher who is jollier and mingles with them. They enjoyed my sessions and they even told me to spare Sundays and come to class and study, which indicated a soaring potential with my teaching. The process went on and I saw some improvement in some of the students and I was more encouraged to teach. I feel that my teaching has injected few medicines in the students and I could see students improving their four strands of language (speaking, listening, reading and writing). During one month period of teaching I could practice some of the skills that I have acquired in the college and I could discover some of my own skills to handle children. It really helped me in going with my research module in next semester. Despite teaching I learnt more from my students and it encourages me to teach with my hear and soul together.

Unnoticed hero in the heart of city

A man, who is barely in early sixties and doesn't know his identity, is found in the heart of Thimphu city working to a family. When I come in the morning to catch the bus in city bus stand I see him tirelessly working and washing the dishes. Even in the evening when I come back to city busy parking I see the same face with same posture standing and washing away the dishes. He has been taken care by one of the family for more than a decade and in return he has to work to the family who owes a shop from dawn to dusk.  He is a hero who has neither appeared in television nor in papers but today I would like to present him on my blog with abundant pride infront of all my fellow bloggers and readers.

The city bus stand is a place where all the people gathers and goes to their respective destination. With many people coming to the place, I see people taunting and laughing at him as physically he appears like bushman and he is short at his height. Even though he is dumb, he responds with a boundless smile to those people who derris him.

When I was waiting for the bus I saw him working with full devotion. For a while I even forgot to blink as I was deeply in his pure aesthetic work. I tried to call him with various names but I was denied by his silence overriding his concentration to his work.After sometime my bus came and I was forced to sit in the city bus because if I wait outside I will not get the seats to sit. I rushed inside the bus like never before but my mind was still on him. From the bus through the glass I watched him working and expecting a zealous look from him but no matter how much I looked at him there wasn't any sigh from the man.

When I was about to move from that place, he looked at me and gave me a weird smile and waved me off. I was in complete bliss and ecstasy with his magnificent smile.

He is a hero who is unnoticed in this busy world and he leads a good moral and I would like to salute him for his independence even though dumb.