Tuesday, August 14, 2018

While I wait!



Among other gloomy visitors wishing to never ever return.
To hospital or to doctor.
I sit on a cold steel chair in the foyer. 
With a blank dull OPD sheet in my hand.
Call bell blares endlessly from inside the doctor's chamber.
While i wait for my turn outside
I am forced to retrospect on the following line,
'Hospital is akin to our life',

Like good friends, elders and our parents 
Doctors are our well wishers
They present to you the best possible way.
For they think good of us always. 

Prescribed drugs are doses of motivation and inspiration.
Aspiring human to perform better 
Like they subdue the bloated surface or kill harmful bacteria.
Removes your self-doubt and weaknesses
Making the perfect that you were or Sometime ever better. 

Diagnoses are failures in life
You then know what to do and to avoid.
You have better choices to make.
The destiny you wish to create.

Getting discharged from hospital bed is equal to learning a valuable lessons of life.
The 'second chances' you may call them.
It makes you realise how much you have missed from life.
The moments you can't pay to get them back.

Sadness and happiness 
Hope and desperation
Breath and breathless
Like the moments in our life
The hospital's corridors and
The whitewashed walls have heard and seen them all.

We have to wait for good news or for bad.
Be humble and always be positive .
Life and hospital aren't a pizza stand.
In life and in hospital
You only get what you need
And not what you want! 

I think..Life and hospital resemble  each other in many ways.
They complement each other too.
'Hospital is akin to our life'
My  this retrospection is brought to stand still
When I heard the call bell and saw my service  number on the screen
Thus I didn't have to wait anymore
To meet one life to make the other one better!

Saturday, July 21, 2018

Loneliest cry



Loneliest cry of a differently abled 3 years old boy in my neighbourhood makes my heart ache. 

He has the loveliest smile on that lovely face flawlessly designed for  whoever walks across his small lawn.

His eyes move along with his wide-selfless smile on those  'moving' feet that he only wish to have.

He does have a pair of legs to call it so 
but are useless like those  memories that adorne his widow mother.

For his dad was too good for this world he had to leave him when he was too young in the arms of his ailing mother.

Now the ailing mother has a rich memories of her three years old son. His legs cant move but his smile and words move her enough. Touchs her heart and endlessly bring a pool of tears.

Like a loving mother she doesn't want to get separated from her only son. How much better he is taken care of she claims to give him the very best.

I know it's the warmth of a mother taking better of her now. The warmth is speaking aloud for her action but who knows the son would have wished for something different? When he gets the sense of the situation! 

I pray 'someone' with bigger heart walks across his small lawn someday soon.

Not to let his eyes and smile move along with those 'walking' feet but to hold him up and show a whole new world to him. 

For sure those wide-selfless smile will move you too 
Equally or even more i dont know But those loneliest cry of the differently abled 3 years old boy keeps aching my heart! 

Thursday, April 12, 2018

I am a humble teacher: An accidental Poem!


I am a humble teacher.
I must remain humble.
I must behave like  a noble person
Because I have a noble job.
A 'nobel job'
That's society's rich vocab to cajole us with.
I must always live up to their expectations.
An exemplary example I must always be.

If a child fails in his test
I am indirectly blamed for it.
If he gets through with flying colours 
I am told that the kid was born intelligent. 
I cannot make a noise about it because I am a humble teacher.

When I ask for a decent table to work on in the staff-room
I am informed that classroom is the place I should spend much of my time.
If I request a leave for some personal work
I am accused of not prioritising what is more important. 
I must not complain about it
Because I am a humble teacher.

When I ask for medical leave
I am made to realize that I am no more fit for the job.
When I am late by few minutes 
My punctuality is questioned.
They are least bothered of how I  manage my home and work.
I cannot bother them too because I am a humble teacher.

When I question authorities about 
Inequality and need for more transperancy
My integrity for the organisation is questioned.
I shouldn't question them twice because I am a humble teacher.

If I keep pestering my boss
They have many weapons to suppress me
Promotion process or the next increment 
The Pandora box is wide open for them
I shouldn't rest my mind too much on it
 because I am a humble teacher. 

If I do something good
It takes ages to receive the due appreciation
A mistake is a sin!
My productivity is in jeopardy
I must ease the situation
Forget and forgive everyone
 because I am a humble teacher

If I am critical
Or always righteous in my conduct
I am seen as a threat
Nepotism and favouritism shouldn't be questioned.
Be a best 'yes' man ever
Thus you and your job is secured
But I should always serve the organisation more than my boss
Because I am a humble teacher.


When I request for a slight raise in my salary.
I am told I am not worthy for it.
"What have you done extra" is the only response.
Or my lessons are observed more often so to discover some flaws.
I shouldn't accuse the authorities because I am a humble teacher.

I am told to buy new clothes
Because mine looks quite faded.
They saw me only of my attair.
Who bothers my lonely feelings inside.
I must not voice it out loud
 because I am a humble teacher.  

If I fail to discipline a child
My ability is doubted.
If a child learns to mend his manners 
At the end of the day
The credit goes home along with the kid.
I must not take credits for anything because 
I am a humble teacher.  

When I refuse to pay a heed to any donation
I am told I am acting cheap or not fit for a civilized society.
And its funny 
The world is blind on the same pair of shoes 
that have served me for 4 long years.


In the name of monitoring and leadership exhibition
 Administrators are always punitive.
I am requested to buy materials for my own teaching 
because budget is not sufficient. 
I must not complain about all these because I am a humble teacher .

The academic year comes to an end.
Children are promoted  to next higher grade.
The grade of the teacher remains the  same.
Only his age goes up.
The faded clothes and the pair of shoes remain the same. 
'One more year it should last,' he prays. 

Amidst the prayers his heart glows with pride 
That he has built a nation far much richer and better
Through knowledge he shared with his kids.
Yet the world rewards him with almost dead silence 
Because they only have a richest vocab to honour his hardwork. 
Their Heart remains in their cold chest
and hands in their tight pockets. 

A "Nobel job" their silence screams aloud once again!
 Thus I beg to remain a humble teacher. 

Friday, March 16, 2018

A Valedictorian's Speech!


Honourable chief guest, distinguished parents, teachers, and most importantly the monsters of the class of 2017. I’m Chimmi Lhamo (one of the monsters) and I am honoured to speak as a Valedictorian today. 

First of all, I think I speak on behalf of all of us when I say I am still shocked as to how we managed to take third positon within the whole country! I’m sure it wasn’t only me who couldn’t believe it when I saw the news. Nevertheless, congratulations! To both the students and the teachers. We got through the hell of class ten.

I would firstly like to thank the teachers for all their hard work and for believing in us. Now if I start to list everything you did for us, the list would go on and on for who-knows-long. 

So thank you teachers, especially Madam Sonika who is actually one of a kind. I mean, you don’t always see a teacher give her students a mini tea party because they’re tired from working. You don’t always see a teacher give her students a chocolate each with a supportive message. You don’t always see a teacher giving her twenty six students a pen refill and a pencil each with their name on it. Thank you mam, for being not only a biology teacher, but a parent, a sister, a friend… To us, you are the world’s best class teacher and will always be. I don’t think I can imagine life at school without you to support us all the way.

Even if we were so demotivated and difficult to deal with, you never gave up on us and it is thanks to you that we are here today as proud graduates. 

Okay, I’ve thanked the teachers. But honestly? The most important people we have to thank are each other. From all the times we got into trouble to all the crazily funny moments, all the tests we forgot to study for and all the homework we didn’t do. All the rules we’d “bend”. We went through everything together. We didn’t exactly have that sense of unity back then, but when you look back on the memories, you’ll realize that stuff is more important in life than all we’ve learnt from books and tests. After all, it is the lessons we learn through memories that actually shapes our lives in the future.

On that note, remember when the entire class got a punishment just because Tenpa played with a snowball? We were deprived of our HPE class and everyone was so mad, but then later mam Sonika felt sorry and forgave us.

Remember all the nicknames we had for each other? No one in the class was left behind. We got used to some of our nicknames so much that the person’s real name started to sound weird after a while.

Remember the farewell thrown by the same people who threw our graduation ceremony today? When the chicken song suddeny started playing and all of us laughed because we got the joke, but then some teachers didn’t and they looked so blank it was even funnier.

Thank you for all the memories. Even if we didn’t go for the trip to Laya or the annual class tens’ camping trip, we still managed to make the year pretty meaningful. No, scratch that. It was really meaningful.

Nine years ago I was excited for my first day here at Druk School but I had no idea about the implications of the journey I was about to begin. I had no idea that after first grade there would be a second grade and third grade and so on. I was just excited to be in first grade.

Today, I know that I am standing on the brink of my future- the first day of the rest of my life.

Some of us here today, including our parents, are wondering how our lives are going to turn out. It is okay to wonder but, I also think it is important to realize that our future is not just something that happens to us, It is up to us to create.

So, fellow graduates, I urge you today to embrace the opportunity before you. Take what you have learned, not only through books, throughout the last eleven years and put it to good use.

Bring forward with you the lessons that will be the working parts of your greatest invention ever- your life! Congratulations!

Monday, January 1, 2018

A letter to myself to jumpstart 2018!

Dear Gayatri Bhandari

For sure the year 2017 was very memorable for you. Thus, I would like to make a special announcement here. There can’t be better year than 2017 to start a sacred journey of writing a letter to you on the first day of each commencing year henceforth. Through the letter I would like to share my observations about how you justified the various roles you were deem to play as a responsible human being during the year 2017. Now without any further delay allow me to share.  

After leaving Trashi Yangtse in December 2011 you could meet again in 2017, though through Facebook, with all your students of Lichen Community Primary School where you had first begun your teaching career in the spring of 2010 and 2011. You must have given to the community more than you were paid for. The children had send Facebook friend request and you were ever ready to press the ‘Confirm’ button to accept their requests. Gayatri, the children that you had the privilege to teach have cherished each moment they had spent with you. Your genuine support lured them to connect with you after 6 years at least on the virtual world of Facebook and Messenger to know your whereabouts. They havn’t forgoten you. This only testifies that you had given your best in rendering your service as a teacher in a remote school. Life is rich if memories are. Cherish them. Treasure them.

The same spirit of contribution was seen in delivery of your duty in 2017. The preceding years were equally good but something more happened in 2017. It was a very successful academic year with many new initiates being institutionalized. With strong support from your teacher colleagues you could greatly involve yourself in conducting ‘Flag Day’ celebration, observing International Literacy Day, publication of School Magazine and conducting Mobile Film Competition. You got to thank enough the beautiful people you are blessed to be associated with. My best wishes for 2018 academic year friend!

This part of your story made me feel happy. Why? You had already spent seven long years and I didn’t want to see you leaving. I believe there is more that you can give. I am happy because you were also proactive in solidifying your career as an educationist in 2017. You wanted to earn a Teacher certification through your enrollment in Post Graduate Diploma in Education Course at Samtse College of Education. Because of the decision you made a year ago you have become better teacher today. Keep moving forward. Life will give you more if you give out more! 
The next two are milestones of your good life so far. 

It isn’t Tom, Dick and Harry’s cup of tea to write a book and get it published too. You could do it. And I am so proud of you. Friend, though it never could be a best seller as of now, you should always take pride for giving shape to your imagination in the form of a book. Hundreds of people only plan to write a book. 

I know the Proprietor of DSB Enterprise Mr. BP Bhatarai was generous enough to help you with the printing cost of the book but it was you who had put in all your creative juice to transform words and sentences into a story to share with the world. To help show a way to the lost ones. To make believe that gangsters and drug addicts need our support and intervention and not our swearing and ignorance. Your book entitled Eight: Nyingtob Tshering’s Amazing Journey couldn’t captivate the imagination of Bhutanese readers at large but you did what was right. A humble attempt from your side to correct the incorrect world. A personal legacy to be proud of. Don’t listen to the clatter of the world. It will test your patience and will leave no stone unturned to pull you down. You got to keep writing. Till the world gives you the due attention. Till the clatters are only in favor of you and your work. Till the world willingly give in or buy your idea.

Gayatri, I was very impressed while assessing the responsibilities you undertook and the very mindful decisions you made in your process of becoming a good father and a loving husband that you always dreamt of. Yes I am using the term ‘Process’ deliberately here because I know a lot of planning has gone into before you and Tara decided to be parents. Financial stability was number one priority. Only you and Tara understand it better. Thus collectively you and Tara had decided to put aside a special amount of money each month so you people could lavishly spend during the post-delivery period. That’s being wise and smart parents. Keep doing the best. 

For the following 9 months after Tara became pregnant I saw you responsibly taking care of what Tara should eat and what else she shouldn’t. The new sets of clothes for her to wear and the healthy and right fruits and vegetables to eat. From what good thoughts to think to what habits to avoid you were there to help her out. You didn’t let Tara do any household chores. You gave the best that you could. In fact you took more care of Tara during that beautiful 9 months and had often behaved like you had fallen in love with her again. That’s how it should be. You did what any loving husband should do during that period and you have passed the test with flying colors. And now like a real man you have been taking up responsibilities of a father. Both Tara and Yashayr are doing fine. Hats off friend. I am simply speechless. Keep rocking.

2018 is a brand new set of 360 plus days. Play tactfully! I should say. Yet you have to be humane in all roles you play. Keep showing gratitude. Always be humble.  Never give in or give up. Remain motivated and keep inspiring others. Be a caring son, best brother, a loving dad and husband, resourceful teacher and a responsible citizen.

With a promise that you would live your life fruitfully by making the best of all moments life has to offer you, allow me to take leave for now to meet you again on the first day of 2019! 

Sincerely

Wednesday, December 20, 2017

Welcome home madam!

Aum Tshewang Choden Wangdi is a household name when education is a matter of discussion. She is the former and the incoming Principal of Druk School. 'Former' because she had spearheaded the administration of Druk School for eight long years before she left for her sabbatical break for two years (2016 and 2017). The school could achieve in many folds during her leadership.  Off and on record accolades and achievements speak volume of her contribution to the school. Read more here.

Druk School was acknowledged with Triple Star certificate by the Ministry of Education (the certificate was received in 2012 for securing top position for three consecutive years: 2009-2011). Thus became the first school in the country to receive the honor. What Druk School is today, in many ways, is unanimously credited to her dynamic leadership as the Principal of the school and also an inspirational mentor for the teaching faculty. What Druk School will achieve in the years to come is also anchored in the golden hands of our Principal Aum Tshewang Choden Wangdi.

She has her own style of executing her role as the administrator. An aura in her personality inspires many to follow her path for ‘Perfection’ come rain or sunshine. She is very much an open minded person but quality cannot be compromised. A Perfectionist in her work ethics, visionary in planning and coupled with dynamic leadership traits: That’s our Madam Principal.
                                   

Aum Tshewang Choden Wandgdi had this vision to introduce Drama (professional) skills to create an avenue for our learners to explore their talent. She also wanted to use it as a tool to help make learning more fun. This ‘million dollar’ dream and a sincere vision could be actualized by inviting Charmi Chadda to facilitate drama lessons to the students of Druk School back in 2014. This modest initiative later got propelled to National Level in the form of National Drama Festival due to the support and the equal acceptance of its significant role in education shown by Our Honorable Sherig Lyenpo Norbu Wangchuk. Miss Charmi Chadda will agree with me to accept that Druk School is the genesis of the Drama fever in the country! Aum Tshewang is the Architect and you were her god gifted special agent! In 2018 we have to work together to make the magic possible again!

Before Aum Tshewang Choden Wangdi was the DEO of Thimphu and had rendered her leadership in school administration as an able Principal, she was a Course leader at Samtse College of Education. As a farsighted professional, she knew that her teacher graduates needed to upgrade their qualification. Thus she initiated the Distance Education Programmes at Samtse college of Education almost two decades ago. The institution was then known as the National Institution of Education. And Today I pen down these lines from room number six of Boys hostel located beside the old counselling block where I will be staying for next twenty one days to complete my winter prog. to upgrade my teaching certification.

As the Principal of Druk School she had recruited 27 fresh graduates in 2012 academic year. She took the risk to employ them as she wanted to infuse new ideas, high level of energy and create vibrancy in her school education system in her capacity as the leader and the administrator. I was one among the group of 27 fresh graduates though I had two years of prior teaching experience. To equip us with tricks of the trade, we were given training in Transformative pedagogy funded by the school in March 2012. That’s four years ahead of Ministry of Education rolling out the training programme for entire Sherig Family.

That faithful night when the whole school teaching and the support staff gathered in the ‘Simply Bhutan’ restaurant inside the YDF compound to bid you farewell in December 2015, many of us promised a lot of things to you as a parting gift for nurturing Druk School to the level it is today. We assured we will all work hard and keep the flag of Druk School flying high. Among the long line of staff prepared to say a line or two I was one among them.
                                      

                                                     

Well I cannot make judgements and declaration about others. For sure I can recall for myself what I have been doing of which I had solemnly promised on that faithful night. I had promised to work harder and to bring every possible initiatives for the betterment of the School. With full support from my teacher colleagues the followings were possible. And interestingly these listed items were briefly discussed in person (between Madam Principal and me) but left unfinished.

1.Many promotional videos of our school were produced.

2.Flag day (was initiated because Druk School Must always lead, Druk School Must not be Led)

3.International Literary Day was observed with Digital Book Review competition.

4.School Magazine was published.

5.Update regarding school events on School Facebook page and through my own blogspot.com site.

6.Did a small yet sincere Action Research on IB lesson planning and methodology to initiate for IB certification of school in the future( Which is one of Aum Tshewang’s long cherished dreams)

When we were made known officially that Madam Tsewang Choden Wangdi is coming back to join the school as the new Principal of the School, I was first to stand and speak my mind. I said Druk School can’t get better experienced and professional educator then her. She knew the inside out of the system and she had given her heart and soul for the betterment of the school. We can’t imagine to have someone totally new to fill in. After all Druk School is one the finest educational institutions in the country and we cannot afford to dilute its ethos with some alien system and policy of administration.
                                        

If educating the Nation and administration of an Educational Institution was a Beauty Pageant Contest, she is the Beauty Queen, if it was a war, she is the Commander in Chief and if it was colossal darkness, she is the light in the end of the tunnel. Epitome of knowledge. Spark of inspiration. The hope for the hopeless.  
After 20 months of sabbatical break...she shall join us in 2018.

In fact the journey with her has already began with planning meeting for next year …That’s Miss Tshewang Choden Wangdi for you. The planning meeting began day before yesterday on 19th December. The teachers involved in the planning received and welcomed her. A ‘Labsang’ was also arranged for purification of body, mind and speech so nothing obstructs Druk School Family to soar higher. And the faculty of Druk are also informed to report to School on 22nd January 2018 for extensive planning and organization of the school before the commencement of 2018 academic year from 1st of Feb.

Don’t smug of your 20 or plus teaching experience….Don’t think you know everything regarding education…A day’s work with her will answer you a lot. And don’t conclude quickly here! She is more than my description because I believe my limited language competency failed to adequately illustrate and elaborate her rich life experiences, 30 plus years of service in education and exceptional  career as an educator fulfilling her duties in various capacity.

The intention to write this piece is to celebrate your comeback Madam. It’s also an act of humble submission to work and earn (one’s living and experience) under your dynamic leadership. Show us the way again to confront this tricky job of educating children of this high-tech modern world. It’s has always been and shall always be an honor to work along with you because we can busk in the rich experience that you have and also learn from your experience each day as we teach. Welcome Home Madam!

Sunday, December 10, 2017

Ode to our office Printer!



When I joined the school
Six long years ago
Your output was your best proof 
Without you the school stood still
Struggling six long years still today
You have either mend or better
All our lives I must say

You printed my first joining letter with my designation
You also helped many colleagues print their resignation

I got my ‘Letters to parents’ 
So did the ‘Sanctions and misdemeanors’
Documented students work for fair recognitions 
Submitted my paid and unpaid leave applications

I too got my re-leaving orders
To attend workshops and for duties on Examinations 
The heads sending their Executive orders
And worksheets for my students I could print it in order.

Million pages of Exam Question papers
With its own complete Model answers
To assess intended learning of my students
Name tags and name list with their roll numbers
What else have you not printed?

I can’t believe the Rumors I hear now loud
They say you have become Old and cranky
You produce more noise and less printouts
I hear people scream and swear

Oh lord…the creatures of flesh and blood
How could they become so outrageous?
You are just a metal box with wires and machines!
They could have just become more courteous.
For all the valuable documents you printed.
Of which you have never asked any credits. 

As all good things come to end too early
The ones who didn’t swear will miss you dearly
I pray you have enough courage
To bravely lay down your arms to rest
You don’t have to scream and swear 
The God is aware that you did your best.

While I wait!

Among other gloomy visitors wishing to never ever return. To hospital or to doctor. I sit on a cold steel chair in the foyer.  ...