BLOGGED OUT for a while...

Gratitude...my friend.

My Dear Students...

Today, as you stand at this juncture to test your skills and abilities, I wish you all the best of wishes and luck. The year fared well, with laughter, love, and learning experiences. I tried to be the best guide. And you were the best students.

The problems in the subject were received with open arms and we tried our best to solve them. I tried my best to be of maximum use to you.

Your exam is near and you are ready, I know. The fear of examination should be fought with wit and courage.

All the best and hoping to see you all in the next, upper, grade. May god aid in your success. My prayers will always be upon you all.

             N.B: The pictures are collectively known as 8 Lucky signs. The pictures are usually presented to wish someone with luck.

The story of the little Panda

The Proud little Possession

     This little Panda crossed oceans and seas,      

It flew over boundaries.

This little Panda scaled the highest mountains,

It traversed over valleys.

This little Panda trod vast plains,

It scorched itself through deserts.

This little Panda eats neither bamboo nor grass,

It is a small little toy.

How she loved it...

This little Panda hails from Sweden,

It was found in my brother’s hotel room.

This little Panda was brought to Bhutan,

It was received with much interest.

This little Panda was my daughter’s favorite toy,

It was so small and so cute.

This little Panda was so loved by my daughter,

It was always with her.

This little Panda was lost one day,

It was nowhere to be seen.

This little Panda was so little,

It couldn’t be found easily.

This little Panda made my daughter cry so much,

It was searched all over.

This little Panda was found, under the bed,

It was recovered –safe and intact.

This little Panda was difficult to care,

It is cute indeed

It was tied with a long string, on its neck.

This little Panda was easy to care now,

It was now easy to find as the string helped.

This little Panda but was lost again,

It was in no way to be seen.

This little Panda was lost from the car,

It was nowhere in the car.

This little Panda was (may be) thrown out,

It left us and my daughter.

This little Panda did live well,

It taught my daughter many things.

This little Panda taught her the feeling of Love,

My brother, Passang, found the Panda.

It added a word in her vocabulary- PANDA.

This little Panda is remembered,

It still makes us talk of it.

This little Panda was so small and so cute,
It is but a thing of great meaning in her life.

P.S: Passang was pursuing his Masters in Sweden when he found the little wonder.

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The Snow Leopard

Art:Karma Wangchuk

Higher! Higher still

Than the tricky towering peaks,

Challenging the prowess

Of this awe-inspiring denizen;

In the land of Yeti,

With its jagged rocks

And abyss of death.

Vast, virgin snow

Numbly awaiting gloom

In its unseen clutch.

But the spirit sneaks up undeterred,

Nonchalant stare, shunning vertigo,

Humbling every peak and pass.

Rejoice in this feline face!

Pass the tidings of its regal grace!

Always there and always aware,

Princess of snow,

Princess less known

To this dreary world of restless souls.

Karma Wangchuk (Lecturer)

Thank you, I am HAPPY!

I salute with all pure heart.

I thank your majesty,

for all the deeds you did,

for all the grace,

For all the sacrifice too.

I salute with an overflowing heart,

A heart filled with gratitude.

Today, your majesty  turns  56,

and it is 56 years of love and care,

that we enjoyed.

The best of all wishes,

the best of health,

the best of love

the best of everything,

and prayers too,

will always shower upon your majesty.

May you continue to bear the light!

Your charisma is always  felt,

In the hearts of every Bhutanese.

Your endeavors will continue

to live till eternity.

You are but our true hero.

We love you

and we are blessed to have lived

under your kind reign.

Thank you , I am HAPPY.

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Most vicious of all

Hair not so long

Rounded forehead

Eye rose so high, whence

Neck found always straight to

Loose object that come along.

Little lower he measured from

Common people-but indeed

Is wholly of egocentric else;

Idiosyncrasy has its way upon him.

Neither is he eloquent nor can

He be a sway, but of a cramped

Elegance would he be perceived

By an audience around.

Renegade is he by birth and

Repentance has no sway upon him.

Is he a permafrost whence nothing

Can mend his behaviour.

Belie by nature, beguile does he,

Behest has no affect,

For he deludes colleges,

Is indeed incompatible else where.

Authority do I wish

To mend him upon,

Else with a poison of tiny,

Mass being spoiled.

Left no choice than to chant

“create not a man with a heart of beast”

Norbu Gyeltshen

Bio & HPE, III

SMILE

A Light of your life

If you are stressed, you will get pimples,

If you cry, you will get wrinkles, so…

Why don’t you smile and get dimples

BECAUSE……………..

A smile is only a way

To make life happy and gay.

It’s constant for everyone

It enriches you and others by day.

A smile holds the mysteries of life

It dwells in your heart with the least effort.

But a very good exercise of your face.

A smile is way of expressing love.

A way of relaxing with internal joy.

A smile is free gift of god or nature.

Above all it builds a charming personality.

A smile is within us.

It does not cost anything,

But buys a lot.

It’s free to the beggars and to the kings.

That swings us through hope.

Always believe that;

Today is better than yesterday and

Tomorrow will be much better than today.

So before light goes away from our life,

Why don’t we smile and make everyone

Find that smile in life, so worthwhile and so rich.

Namgay Dema(3IDzo.Pry)

Whispered Love!

Forget his name with so sweet face.

Forget his kiss with his warm embrace.

I was such a gullible thing to be lured so easily.

I thought he loved me, he told me he cared.

No one could ever trust him and give him a chance but innocent me, I let him take my hand.

He made my slow and calm pacing heart dance.

My heart pulsated with so much love and I didn’t know that all would go wrong.

My dreams were all shattered.

How could someone do this to me?

I didn’t know where I was, not knowing what to do. I thought I had found my salvation in you.

You were my way out, a place without pain but what did I gain?

Too much time between and your change of heart pushed me away and ripped us apart.

I tried to stop my tears from falling but the sadness was too strong and I couldn’t help it.

I know that no one will care, nor will they see my tears.

They will only walk over them, like people have done all my life.

You took me on a magic carpet, rode high above the universe and whispered words of love, so sweetly into my little ears as you hold me tight.

You promised me a world of happiness filled with passion and endless love, a place where I can find serenity, new found strength and inspiration.

You gave me the encouragement that I need to spread my wings and fly away.

I smiled and my heart overjoyed as I fell deeper in love with you.

Then in that same second I felt you pushing me away from you.

I slipped and fell off your icy sheet and found my heart broken beyond repair.

I went dumb watching all my dreams floating on clouds of sorrow and despair.

My tears fell hard against the ground as I closed my eyes and said a prayer hoping for an angel to rescue me.

I watched your evil smile disappear into the clouds leaving me lost as I crashed and burnt in the pages of your cruel heart and broken promises.

I no longer knew what I was.

I have disappeared without a trace.

All I know now is my name and my face and now I look back and wonder what happened to my life.

Sonam Lhamo

3 EH-09

Friendship that turned to love

You and I were friends.

We promised never to end our friendship.

Together we soared for our dreams, then conquered and won over our greatest fears. Through all these years, our friendship never broke the tie and never surrendered to all the uncertainties and difficulties.

A friendship that never stops journeying; one that covers more behind the curtains of life's challenge.

A friendship which does not call for a break.

A friendship that does not hide its shade.

A friendship that bear fruit of godliness.

One that accepts failures and learns to stand-to correct the mistakes and seeing more opportunities in the panorama of life.

A friendship that does not measure how far it travelled.

A friendship that cruises and conquers the ocean of obstacles as different ways of malaise and malediction.

A friendship that never sinks but always swims to reach its success.

You know when it happens; you know when it’s right.

Your breath stops in an instant and your heart takes flight.

There is no description, to tell how you feel.

The only thing that you can think of is the fact that is real.

It makes you feel like nothing else.

You no longer think of only yourself.

It’s the one thing in life you have been waiting for.

With the warmest touch, you yearn for more

It’s something so special! Something so grand.

Something that gives, without the demand.

You wish upon the stars at night.

For the feeling you have to reach great heights.

When you give and receive this special gift,

You will get down on your knees,

Thanking the heaven above, for you have discovered this thing called love.

Pema Dolma.

      1^st year Dzongkha primary.

        

Be my forever lady

Hey! You beautiful damsel

Do let your life gallop astray

Come and live with me

And be my forever lady

And we will prove the world

That the love we bestow

Upon each other is unique

And more precious that diamonds

In the woods we will walk

Holding each other’s hands

And listen to the birds sing

And trees whisper, streams gurgle

There will I show you

Blooming orchids and thrusting ferns

Creeping ivies and clustering cherries too

Raspberries and strawberries for you

For your freshness and delight

Each morning to promise the day

Will you sight dewdrops fresh

And hear the soft murmur of doves

Beneath the magnificent tree

By the river side

With sparkling waterfall in distant view

Will we sit and count our dreams

When birds retreat in their nest

And when stars do twinkle

Will we stand with silent delight

And watch full moon glow

In the cosy kitchen, near the fireplace

We will savour steaming suja

And spend the time, the precious time

Asking, answering and listening

Hey! You beautiful damsel

Do not let your life gallop astray

Come and live with me

And be my forever lady                                           

Damcho Thinley (EPB III YR) 

BEAUTY THAT NEVER FADES

Aback by the pristine nature

Nature of one’s inner sentiment

Base and strength of the sea

To dig out and seafarer sailor to be

Burning within self, dim glow in the courtyard

Ah! Strange, the unseen lass

Alone deep in camellias through she pass

The calyx opened to the unknown beauty

Why beauty with no meaning?

Will it fade unseen to its extremity?

Thou art beautiful in thy way

It’s eternal when in fraying attire

Did it give breath to beauty?

And season of late spring

To ascend in beauty the early winter

Winter isn’t beautiful with no whiteness

Whiteness on the peaks dazzling bright

Spring in the unopened buds

Summer seems when the heavens opened

Where is autumn with its beauty?

Beauty isn’t grabbed; beauty isn’t beauty with no charms

Was there for beauty by nature

Why gallop to the fullest, old grandfather clock

Before the world shown to unknown beauty

Inner beauty one and outer beauty two

I am troubled and present in thy beauty

Drowsed in several beauties and reasons

For all and great seasons

It’s time for me to bid adieu

But far away and always by you

To live life in this world of love

This world of hatred and mystery

Bards to scribble and die in illusion

The freed world, ‘come on’ write

Convince of immortality and fraternity

Could she dance with the dancing leaves?

Whisper her secrets to the whispering leaves?

And strand of her glossy hair to dance

With that rhythmic nightingale’s chant the hidden view in blur vision

She could cross the stream, not river

Hold the hands tight but not mine

Feel the warmth but not love

May have inspiration not the affection

Why these vary within humans?

What is beauty of beauty?

Snow comes, snow goes

But life lives

The late sum on  its red horizon

Whiteness on the peaks

The charms of the immortal beauty

Can I ever afford to forget?

Angelic smile across her blushing cheeks

Can I ever live to look and ignore?

Is this beauty by birth or birth in beauty?

A long way to go and lot to know

It’s all that beauty and one’s own duty

Happiness knows no bound though earth is small and round

It’s all that beauty of great heroic deeds

Beauty that never fades, that never fades

Gyen Bahadur Darjee

4 1 PCB

Sick Lily

O! Lily!

Thou art sick.

For those wily people,

Left thee unattended.

O! lovely lily!

I weep to see those,

Creepy crawly,

Along your green leaves.

Chomp! Chomp! Chomp!

Here they go.

Chomping all your leaves,

 And leaving you bare.

O! Lily!

Once you were,

A beautiful,

Lovely flower.

Thou had a smell,

As sweet as honey,

Yellow bees came, buzzing at you,

Giving you sweet nectar.

Thou were a healthy flower.

Beautiful butterflies,

Came and sang,

To thee.

Little lady bug,

Always sleeps,

On your leaves,

Peacefully.

She loved you.

O! Lily!

Thou art sick,

No creatures want thee,

When you are in such,

 Condition .

No buzzing yellow bees,

No singing butterflies,

No lady bug sleeping,

All have left you weeping.

Sangay Choden

EPA III

A Dirge of life

I have been 24 years on this earth.

Of misery there’s been no death

From childhood I have not been

As others were, I have not seen

What others saw, I could not bring

My passions from a common spring

From the same source I have taken

My sorrow, I could not awaken

My heart to joy at the same tone

All I do, I do alone. There is a down

From most stormy lines drawn,

From every depth of good and ill

The misery, which binds me still.

From the torrent or the fountain

From the perilous cliffs of mountain,

From the sun that round me rolled

In its autumn tint of gold.

From the lightning in the sky,

All more me to cry.

From the thunder and the storm ,

The cloud took the form,

It’s a hell in my view

As sorrow breeds success in few.

Karma Phuntsho (I EPB)

“Ode to My Teacher”

Oh! Teacher, you are my lord

For your wisdom and every word uttered

Crafted a refined character in me and in fellow humans

You are the architect of all human genius

Your wisdom transcends eternity, my teacher.

My teacher, it was you who taught

And showed me the real purpose of humanity

You’re the dispeller of ignorance

And truly the bearer of the immortal torch light

Like a hero, you taught and inspired us all.

My teacher, you warned the world of

Ordinariness, complacency and decadence

The three great evils embedded in human nature

Your words changed my downtrodden mindset

Into flames of spontaneous optimism

The divinities above praised

For blessing the earth with such a master.

My teacher, you epitomized the traits of selflessness

Its sheer disheartenment when some antagonist

Indoctrinate your noble ways of life

You’re the embodiment of the Lord of wisdom

A messiah, a bodhisattva and an agent of Lord.

Your lessons on subjects of literature

Drama, poetry, novel and more

Inspired the pupils to climb the ladder of accomplishment

You embody the perfect nature of mankind

It rimes when you are so novel and impeccable

Anthems and lyrical praises be there for you,

Dear teacher.

My teacher, you had entered the elite list of my life

You’re canonized, you surpass martyrdom

Even Julius Caesar will prostrate before you

For you’re a conqueror

Who won trillion battles against mediocrity

And against the three great evils.

Fate may drown me in Lethe

Or the great flood may sweep all the civilization

But my faith and devotion in you will remain unshaken

Adieu! To my teachers

With my heart filled with timeless gratitude.

Kinga (III EH)

What makes Paro valley so beautiful and tranquil

What makes Paro valley

So beautiful and tranquil

The cooing of peaceful doves

The distant view of

Snow- crowned mountains

The fragrance of fresh rhododendron

Opening its dew laden petals

So silencely, so beautifully

The great promise of a glorious day

Cascading water over inspiring rocks

Gurgle of brooks from mountains high

And meander of a river through the valley

Where farmers live lively life.

The twitter of birds, buzz of bees,

Flutter of butterflies, creeping ivies too!

In the breathtaking woods

Makes the day of Paro valley

So beautiful and tranquil

The whistle of aroma-filled breeze

The dance of trees and swaying flowers

The crimson sight of evening sunset

And the silent roll of silver clouds

Makes the evening of Paro valley

So beautiful and tranquil

The song of cricket in the shady rock

The glow of moon, the roll of clouds

The flight of bats and moths

The distant bark of a deer

Makes the night of Paro valley

So beautiful and tranquil

The chant of mantras and prayers.

Flap of prayer flags and turn of prayers wheels

Inspiring ‘chortens’ and imposing ‘Dzong’

Temples and secret monasteries too!

Red rice and  ‘emadatshi’ ‘ara’and ‘suja’ too!

Archery and khuru, zhungdra and boedra

Schools galore and hospital too

Ocean of paddy and apples too!

Makes the people in Paro valley

Live with beauty and tranquility

Hopeful sowing in heavenly spring

Hard tending of fruits in summer

Clustering fruits in optimistic autumn

By celebrating summer’s hard work

Without forgetting springs sowing

Makes the wheel of time in Paro valley

Turn with beauty and tranquility without an end.

Just like the wheel of life and death.

Now you tell me what makes

Paro valley beckon with beauty and tranquility

In the midst of change kissing our feed?

Kinga penjor

III EP B

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Beauty of life

Duly clad in a pleasant weather with neither heat nor frost,

The cock crow unfolded with bizarre mirth, attesting massively

Ever extra-usual sunrise. The immature dawn unfurled most

With soothing stance before the largest fire that furtively

Looted a look in between two peaks and gazed upon the road;

Positioned in mild and calm sate under the colors

Of birds, warbling and chirping nearby, cast-board

Their tuneful ditties, and paved the way with warm welcome,

For the people who bypassed the thoroughfare.

The road seemed clean and scintillating through the bed of roses;

Bloomed wide open around and bees, attracted by their aroma,

Landed on to suckle the nectar from them, the place was

In absolute serenity lacking even a presage of disharmony

And made up the heavenly spot to rejoice: outshone and surpassed

The Godly peace, and promised for its eternal tranquility.

Amidst a peculiar milieu, appeared an aristocratic lass

On her tip-toe heels, bearing an impeccable visage which shone

As bright as full moon during a clear winter night, with her dark,

Long hair sagging loosely in the air when budged by the soft

Dawned-breeze. I wondered, ‘What a beauty of Life.’ They befitted

The feminine, walking impetuously in beauty, and composed no flaw.

She sparkled off her red-striped Kishuthara designed with silky

Patterns, with pinkish Wonju inside the black Goechen Tego,

And a blue, fingerless muffler twirled twice around her neck,

And the knotted under the chin. Well suited her inborn pasty

Complexion and made her to shine more.

 

Her pointed black boot, that befitted her, lashed on the paved footpath making a

Hoofing resonance that reverberates far and wide, loud and charismatic

To the onlooker, and made rhythm for the hymns of the morning

Birds and the sound of a garrulous brook that captured the ears

Of living creatures around, and ushered the lady with utmost homage.

Now the sun hid behind the clouds, the rainbow disappeared

Among the mists, the flower began to fold and drop down,

Songs of birds, din of river, and buzzing racket of bees

Clogged at sudden. “Is this the beauty of life?” My second

Heart inquired me, but sarcastically. I could not wrangle

With him, but pitched my self in great perplexity.

                                         Thukten Tshering.

 (EH-III)

Life

This life isn’t the end but,

Beginning of the end.

Because I like to begin,

When one ends because an end is-

Just the beginning of yet another.

Ups and downs, tears and laughter,

My life is composed of all,

I love the way life is,

Jack of all, master of none,

Varieties, spice of life.

I cry, I laugh, I sing and I dance,

Life surely is good but also bad.

I fly high, I fall deep,

It is all a fall and rise game life,

And I felled and I rose.

Past failure-long time gone,

I won’t look back, no regret,

Future- still long way ahead,

I won’t pine for, no fantasy,

Here I am, dwelling in the moment.

Like the sun setting today,

Only to shine the next morning,

And with more warmth and,

Light, may the world be protected

From the cold and darkness.

Salt and oil, chillies and cheese,

With all make a dish palatable,

I like the taste and the way too,

Neither salts more, nor oils less,

Varieties, masala of the dish.

To care is to crack, to fall is to rise,

You fall seven times, stand ten times,

And everytime you rise with hope and,

The last fall be the last, because you know,

How and why you fell- you won’t fall again.

The past isn’t you, nor is the future,

Your past is dead; your future is unborn,

You are the moment, the present be it,

I’m the moment; I live in the moment,

If you think, I am a shit, you are a double shit.

Phub Dem

EPA III

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Individual diversity

Some are borne high, others low,

Some are lucky and others wretched,

A few are polite, most are cruel.

Some are kind, others inhuman.

Changeable are some, while

Rest, ‘as constant as the northern star’.

Yet none to be cursed but selves;

Result is what we experience today,

Of the deeds we performed yesterday.

Others dance on lap of luxury,

Whilst some still are on breadline’

Some learn fast, others late,

One’s medicine is poison to others.

Some reap success and bliss,

Others go round in circles,

Without any joy but failure,

Still then grumble not, for is this

The effects of that we have cultivated.

Some are inclined in babbling,

Others reserved, some look elegant,

Others unsightly, some love socialization

While others are merely lonely wolves.

Some are slaves under others;

And some become commanders

While others servant to them.

But a cloth, whether be made

Of ‘goechhen’ or ‘khasha’, are to fade.

Some are playful, others a cold fish

Some succeed, others cast envious eyes,

Some think deep, others surface.

Some work with tongue, others with brain,

Courageous are some, others timid.

Sincere are a few, some act smart

In other’s clothes, some are great,

But others act great, yet curse not others;

Bear with whatever you possess now.

Wise are some, but hypocritically,

Others are while, what they are,

Some do things  rationally,

Others plunge themselves into regret.

Some are honest and truthful;

Others-clock that reads the wrong time,

Some -always busy as bees,

While others are as free as birds,

Yet destined are all to enter a death tunnel.

Nima Zangmo

EH, III

Days that are no more

Sometimes when I ‘m alone

And loneliness haunts my heart

I sit near the window—in total silence—

And think of the days, the days

Those are but only memories

I love to go back, way back to the land

Where everything is in harmony

Nature and its elements,

Where love of parents, smile of friends,

And kindness of neighbours in abundance

I love to go back, way back to the puddle

Where I played and had fun,

Where I could steal the glance

Of sparkling water fall in distant view

And cows grazing the fresh grasses,

Hear birds chirping, wind whistling

Bees hovering and butterflies fluttering

I love to go back, way back to the world of

Nursery-rhymes and story books

Where I have seen the beauty of words

And the wonder of story books

Where I discovered friends

And expanded my world beyond

I love to go back, way back to the college

Where I discovered my identity

Build the dreams of life

Where I roamed in best company of friends

These memories, so permanently

Printed in my memory are but

Great company in times of loneliness

In times of distress,

In times of happiness too!

Wish I could fly now

To my native land and

Fly back rejuvenated

Tshering Wangchuk III EP B

  Terror to my happiness

Life has solely graced me with unpleasant memories

When my soul forever longed for immortal happiness

“Fed up” the ultimate phrase I am left with

To soothe my vulnerable, heart breaking soul.

Little happiness did I ask God as my share

In price to my flawless enchanting prayers.

Eternal peace and tranquility I have been praying for;

Tears! The ugliest thing I was ever gifted with.

Alas!  My numbed heart aches;

The beat could be heard across the ocean.

O! The saviour of the universe, I beseech you, drag me not

Into the catastrophic stormy ocean of tears.

Like the thirsty cactus beneath the scorching sun in the Arabian desert

Yearning for erratic shower to descend from high,

I am amongst one with my wounded heart as dry as desert

Longing to cast eternal shower of happiness in my life.

It’s a nightmare for me to flash back over

My heavenly life ruined into particles of dust because

Misery had crept over my numbed body;

Opened its mouth to the optimum to gobble them up.

I did my best to beautify my illusionary life:

I gave my best to soothe myself from being demolished

I gave my best to reach the pinnacle of blissfulness

But vain if life is unenthusiastic to offer her happiness.

Exasperation and torment has crept over my life

Like the ivy creeping over the trees;

My dream in pursuit of happiness

Is being watered down. 

Now I give up in pursuit of happiness

Nor can I pretend to be happy anymore.

Perhaps, the unripe time has overshadowed my life

To reluctantly bid farewell to this filmy world.

People, I urge you to wake up;

Open your curtained eyes; look at yourself

We are a mere puppet dancing to the tune

Composed by this illusionary world.

                                                                            By Mila Wangchuk EH III

Memoir of my mother

She was the cornerstone of our family,

A paramount in our life,

An industrious woman,

For her painstaking children.

Buck us up in confronting chaos.

I could see her munching lettuce,

Doctor told her to devour it so.

She crunched as much as she could,

For she wanted to be heal,

From the terminal disease she had.

In lieu of being robust, she deteriorated day by day,

And plunged the time

Where she had to slouch on her bed,

Day and night.

My sister hovered near her,

Escorted her everywhere.

Alas! The haunting day came.

My mother went to deep slumber

Awfully very far from us.

Eyes welled up with tears,

My brother was scaffolding her.

We were anesthetized

And all I could hear was clamour of cries,

And prayers chanted by the monks.

Living us like birds without wings

In this catastrophic world,

We would be desperadoes.

Where we need her inspirations,

And avocation in each pace we leap.

“Take care of my children”,

Was her last word.

Time elapses by but still,

I savour her ephemeral presence in our life

I would be complacent,

If I am her child in the next generation.

Pempa Lhamo

English pry ‘B’ III yr