Tuesday, 11 September 2012

...And Then An Angel Came



Life has given me quite a lot but took twice of what it gave.
Dark black perilous clouds, clouds that foretold unwelcomed sorrow,
Hovered over me like an unwanted faithful dog.
It shed tears of inexhaustible misery, misery that aroused immense agony –
They fell on my sickened heart like little drops of perilous acid.

They robbed my mind of any peace and my heart of any joy,
In their cemetery they dug a grave to bury my smiles for all eternity.
The joys of laughter, the warmth of love,
The comfort of luxury, the fragrance of freedom,
All turned into a distant dream of a long forgotten world.

And then an angel came
To dig my grave and resurrect me,
To hold my hands and walk by me,
To wipe my tears and dress my wounds,
To give me love and guide me home – The Glorious Land of Euphoria.  

She held my hands and warmed my heart,
She kissed my lips and consoled my soul.
She pointed at the darkened clouds and in soothing voice she said to me,
“Don’t die before your death but instead learn to live and laugh,
For I will never leave your side and that I promise you my dear.”

          -Tshagay

Tuesday, 24 April 2012

Bangchung on Fire



We live today in a critical situation when modernization and urbanization have begun to get the better of our culture and tradition. Rapid development has brought about many changes which are suppressing our tradition and customs. We are thus deviating from our true identity. A westernized lifestyle has found its way into our precious tradition and customs and the younger generation is particularly influenced. An alien lifestyle makes us imposters and not innovators. The younger generation lives in a false world of make-believe. We believe things western are more advanced and better than home. We prefer shirts and trousers to Ghos and Kiras. The discotheque attracts more than the chanting of hymns. The language we use betrays our culture and even our melodious folk songs are getting defeated by the loud noises of drums and guitars. It’s as clear as crystal that our tradition and culture are fast fading away into the museums.

Everyone criticizes our culture on the ground that it is not modernized. What we urgently need is the inspiration from history which will make us proud to call ourselves Bhutanese; inspiration that reveals our true identity. Cultural dilution can result in changes of the old traditional ways and perceptions and the consequences can only be understood over time. It is alleged that as we lose our old roots and values, new branches cannot give proper fruit. We might also lose our values, unity, identity and peace. However, it is never too late to try.

In the present scenario, I feel that we have strong ties to our old traditional and cultural values and this is the right time for us to remove the veil that has been casted on our eyes by the glamour of modernization. Let’s unite ourselves and play our own little part in preserving these priceless gems of ours. Let’s begin this journey of a thousand mile with a single step. Let’s strive to preserve what we have rather than yearning for what we don’t have. Let us proudly say that we are Bhutanese not merely by birth but true Drukpas from the core of our hearts.

Renaissance of Fountain Pens.



The repercussions of our action are, not by any law, immediate or prompt. It can only be felt over the years. Most often, even our seemingly mundane activities have an enormous impact on ourselves and our environment. For instance, writing with a ballpoint pen.
Ballpoint pens, though invented as a solution for the smearing and leakage problems of fountain pens, have contributed to our oblivious efforts of destroying our planet. They are made of plastics from top to bottom and from inside to outside and we are all aware of how plastics harm the environment. They are non biodegradable and thus cause land and ground water pollution. Burning plastic products releases toxic fumes into the air which can cause cancer. Substantiating on these facts is the bizarre truth that there is no known ways of recycling these used pens.
The figures too are alarming. Americans alone buy a staggering 106 billion ballpoint pens annually. It brings goose bumps to even imagine of how much more India and china, two of the world’s most populous countries would be using. By September, 2005, Bics Company alone had sold more than 100 billion ballpoint pens. What about the other Ballpoint pen manufacturing companies? Imagine about the amount of plastic waste we have generated. If placed end to end, this amount of ballpoint pens would have been enough to circle the earth more than five hundred times.
Taking into consideration all these impacts, Chheoden Lower Secondary School, located above Lungtenphu RBA campus, has initiated a green move of banning the use of ballpoint pens. Ballpoint pens have been replaced by the use of fountain pens. Fountain pens can be used for many years. It needs less effort to write with fountain pens and thus there is little danger of cramping. Fountain pen inks come in bottles which can be recycled.  This makes it the ultimate Zero plastic guilt free writing method. Join us!!!!!!!!

Tuesday, 17 April 2012

CORPORAL PUNISHMENT – Banned for Students BUT NOT FOR TEACHERS.

I am neither a psychologist nor a socialist. I am neither against the abolishment
of corporal punishments in school nor against the child’s right. I am but a
mere human with my own share of flaws and skepticism.

The recent incident of a parent bashing up a teacher has led to widespread fear and
insecurity among the teachers. We are no longer safe in our own schools. There
have been many incidences of students challenging the teachers physically and
many more which has gone unnoticed and unapprised by the authorities. Teachers
being threatened and abused are no longer a secret. Perhaps the time has come
for teachers to come to schools in bulletproof vests and Scooter helmets.
Security and rights of teachers has become a matter of paramount importance
that needs immediate consideration and rethinking.
If a student is abused by teachers, teachers are persecuted like a criminal who
has jeopardized the security of the whole mankind but if a teacher is abused by
a student or their parents, the teacher is denied justice. The matter is all
muted and hushed up to provide platforms for such obscure incidents to happen
again. History holds witness to this unruly fact.

Two years ago, a teacher was given a reward which he still carries on his neck; the
scar of a brutal stone attack. An Indian teacher of Haa was slapped by a
student in the presence of the whole class and the teacher unable to bear the
embarrassment, who cried in front of the school administration, was disheartened
and resigned; a vice principal in one of the Thimphu school was threatened by a
student (gang member) in the school, a lady teacher (in Thimphu) was pushed by
a student in the corridor resulting in physical injury to the teacher, and the
latest incident (an Indian teacher who was manhandled) has made us afraid of
going to school which reverberate and will be etched in the history of
education in Bhutan. In all those faces where we saw future of our nation, now
we see the stern faces of criminals, the pens and pencils in their hands looks
like swords and guns to our eyes. We have started to suffer from illusions and
hallucinations. Students instill fear and insecurity in us. It is time for the
government to act…..save us.
We respect the right of students, parents and other fellow humans. We teach
humanity to the students but why is it that we are denied humanity? We desire
appreciation for our efforts but negligence and inconsideration looms over us.
We look for support but we are given denial. We seek humanity but we are given animality’. In all days hard toil we seek for morale support
but we end up being abused. We give in our best effort but end up being scorned.
Why is it that we always get what we don’t want?

Wasn’t the explosion at Bajo HSS not loud enough to wake up the slumbering Education
Ministry? Are we waiting for an atomic explosion to knock some logical sense?
History will repeat because men never
learn!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

We, humbly await our fate in the country of GNH in the hands of our students and
parents!!!!!

Thanking you all.



TEACHERS.