WHY BLOG?

The world is a small place if you look at it through a big lens. Bhutan is just a speck on the globe. We enjoy an intricate society, bonded strongly by our rich and diverse culture and tradition. Happy and lucky we are to have dynamic and farsighted monarchs. 
Thus, I want to make use of the grace upon me to the maximum and be what I am and do what I can best.
 As a blogger, I am not here to showcase my talent or pick on someone or be an activist,I am here to contribute in my own small way. I would like to stay close to my fellow countrymen. I want to be a part of our own society and the world at large. I pray to receive as many comments and feedback as you may provide. Let us be Bhutanese and live Bhutan in the fast changing 21st century. Hope my blog is worth wasting your time. HAPPY READING!

Nature at Her Best

Push it... push it Repty!

Push it... push it Repty!

A giant moth found her way into my verandah

Nature is the best painter

Samtengang turned Gedu in this photo

A crane attracted by the lake

Where's this?

Samtengang Luetsho

A beautiful sunset

Way to Drage pangtsho

Hyacinth looks beautiful but harmful to the poor dying lake.

Guess the name...

clouds look good indeed

We call this a menace bird. They really create noise pollution especially during the assembly

A smaller lake below the Drage Pangtsho

Drage pangtsho (Paro)

If sunset is beautiful, sunrise is breathtaking

I would love to retreat to such a place (when I am old)

A view of Samtengang from the rope-way

A closer view from the rope-way

Art this if I'm an artist

A treat for the eyes of the beholder

Yonder... into the beautiful realm

A lake or a river

Ode to the marigold plant

Gust of a tender breeze

Brought you here

In my small garden

And drip… drip Of spring shower

Gave you light and life

Thus you found your place.

                            So mutely, yet so beautifully

                             You thrust from the earth

                               And grew up gracefully

                        Into a plant, fresh and green

                         I tended you, day and night

                              With infinite tenderness.

I remember the time

I kissed your buds

When they started sprouting

With prayers,

Deep down from the heart

I dreamt of you

Bearing beautiful flowers

One day your beautiful buds

Gave way to flowers

Beautiful flowers of my dream

I rejoiced your success

And celebrated my hard work

When you delighted everyone

My heart did ail

When I saw you braving the

Scorching sun and wintry days

When hailstone thumped you so hard

My heart did bleed with mercy.

When you hailed the glorious sun

Kissing the eastern valley

And when you heartily invited

The hovering bees and fluttering butterflies

And gave them the sweetest nectar

My happiness knew no bound.

Now I weep to see you devoid of life

Leaves reduced to the ground

No hover of bees nor

Is there a passionate lover who

Sees his lady on you

I have no choice but wait

For the next heavenly spring to approach

When your offspring delights

Everyone; and awakens every soul

And the time they transmute

Just like you did

You are, but a marvellous piece of nature

A Typical Day in my life

Wake up! Time for work… my alarm rings at its maximum volume. My day starts at 6.30 am in the morning and I have to curl out unwillingly from my cozy blanket. I rush towards the bathroom and do my washing.

Then, the time goes for polishing my shoes and wearing my gho (which I need my wife to do it). I usually don’t take breakfast. I go 
to work with a big cup of coffee and Doma (betel nut/pan). So, sometimes I need to visit the toilet at school doma and coffee make an awful combination which results in emptying my already empty stomach.

Engaging students through a quiz competition

I try to get to school before 8.15 am as I need to sign the register which will not be there if I am late. Moreover, I need to supervise my class’ morning SUPW (social work). We gather for the morning assembly at 8.30 where the day’s prayers are chanted and the day’s (important) announcements are made. I also need to listen to two speeches delivered by the students. With all these, the hour hand strikes 9 and the 1^st period starts off.

As a class teacher, I always have a class in the 1^st period. As of 2011, I am the class teacher for class XF. I need to look after the attendance, SUPW and guide them through the inter class competitions. The day progress on with 1^st period giving way to 2^nd and so and so… I usually have 5+ teaching periods in a day. I go to two class Xs for English and one class VIII  also for English. My lessons usually begin with a Read Aloud activity, a joke or a reflection on the previous day and ends with tasks or getting ready for the next lesson.

Then, the bell for lunch goes off. Frankly stated, I long to hear this bell. We are back again-On time but with in a sleepy mood. I hate afternoon classes as a teacher and I’ve disliked them as a student. We need to bear with three more periods before we call it a day.

At 3.30, my alarm (which is in vibrate mode) buzzes and it is a reminder for me to sign the departure register. Tired and thirsty (after all the shouting and speaking), I stroll back home.

This is how I complete a typical day in my life.

  But I have many other works I tend to, which doesn’t show up regularly but they are always there. Apart from my classroom exercise, I need to pile up books on my desk and use my red Cello Gripper pen. And also, I have to plan my lessons on a daily period wise basis. Being the Literary Coordinator, I have to also make sure some kind of programs related to literary are organized. One easy and useful way of doing so is maintaining the Literary Boards but I really feel sorry for the articles as they will have very short life span (this happens when the articles are interesting or they contain some pictures). 

As a teacher we cater to many needs of our students, a very good example occurs on my awaited weekends. Students knock on my door and says, “ Sir, show us a movie”. I have to agree with a smiling face and a grunting heart. When second thoughts are given to this situation, I feel it is our duty to keep students updated and engaged (by default I work in a boarding school). The most disliked extra burden is monitoring the studies (especially morning study). We are entitled with this burden twice in every one month or so.  I also coordinate UNESCO club every Friday where I engage a group of students. Rarely, we also meet students who are misguided and I try to bring them to the right track. We are their parents when they are at school.

These are some of the things I have to handle apart from the classroom.

When you are a teacher, you never feel bored or without something to do. I don’t hate my work and I love to be with students around. I enjoyed the sound of the bell as a student and I enjoy it more as a teacher. I want to follow this timing for some years to come- I want to wake up at 6, reach school at 8 and teach till 3 and show movies, organize quizzes, counsel students, play the father’s role… the list of interesting things a teacher does goes on till eternity.

I Love my students!

NOW...

Oh! my eyes are weary... I'm really engrossed into this blogging stuff. I was not able to write as I was taken away by designing my blog. Once I am finished with the design, I promise to put up at least an article a day. My internet speed really test my patience... it's dead slow but I won't give up. Till then, take care folks.