I couldn’t share anything
on my blog after I graduated from Paro College of Education. I couldn’t update
my blog not because I stopped writing but it’s because of the place where I am
situated in. It has no internet access till few months ago. I finally come up
with a piece about the community and the school I am placed in. I am working as
a Teacher in Samerchen ECR and my parent school is Sinchula Primary School. Please
read and enjoy the beauty of Samarchen which falls under Darla geog, Chhukha
Dzongkhag.
Before
the golden rays of sun reaches on the majestic hillock of Samerchen, the people
in the community wakes up and prepares for their daily chores. I revere their
style of work and perseverance towards their toiling work. They work like a
servant putting their fledging heart into the work and live their life like a
mogul.
As
an alien to the community I was stunned to see two different kind people
speaking two different dialects: a Ngalop
and a Lhotsam. Although Samerchen has
a blend of two diverse cultures, their identity for the village remains same
sharing similar ethos. Asking to the elderly people in the village, they say
that it has been a century and 2 decades (120 years) since Drukpa has settled
and resided in the village and they say that Lhotsam is pretty new to the
village. They have inhabited only from late 1930s. Though one is old and one is new, they share
equal pain and adore a sheer joy together with the rays of Gross National
Happiness always blooming from one’s heart. The community has a school
instituted to support the future eminent leaders with modern education. 
The
first rays of sun never forget to brighten up the place reflecting its glory in
innocent faces. Then flutters the national flag with the zephyr and weightless.
Beneath it stand the proud, young nation builders praying hard for the finest
wisdom.
Samerchen
ECR (Extended Classroom) is a place where children take their first step
towards the world of learning. Apart from crafting and sculpturing the
prescribed content in one’s mind, here the children are hovered with varieties
of etiquette, values and morals. When the student begin their life’s voyage in
the school they pick A-B-C-D and reach the stage where they write beautiful
sentences and fly with the wings of achievement to the parents school Sinchula.
As a nation builder I feel that this is something to be cherished and
treasured.
With
an obliging people and a fecund school in the community, I feel that I am in
the midst of celestial adobe enjoying every beats and pieces of everyday life
in Samerchen.
