Kwangchuk

"I’m sorry, but I don’t want to be an emperor. That’s not my business. I don’t want to rule or conquer anyone. I should like to help everyone - if possible - Jew, Gentile - black man - white. We all want to help one another. Human beings are like that. We want to live by each other’s happiness - not by each other’s misery. We don’t want to hate and despise one another. In this world there is room for everyone. And the good earth is rich and can provide for everyone. The way of life can be free and beautiful, but we have lost the way. Greed has poisoned men’s souls, has barricaded the world with hate, has goose-stepped us into misery and bloodshed. We have developed speed, but we have shut ourselves in. Machinery that gives abundance has left us in want. Our knowledge has made us cynical. Our cleverness, hard and unkind. We think too much and feel too little. More than machinery we need humanity. More than cleverness we need kindness and gentleness. Without these qualities, lif

Khina Maya Tamang, 45 She is from Dagapela and lives at Walakha ( 2.5 Kilometres away from Khuruthang Vegetable Market and the Public Toilet ). She has a child and earns around 6450/- per month and her last month's salary is yet to receive. She sweeps the entire vegetable market area and also looks after the only public toilet at Khuruthang. It almost takes a week for her to sweep the entire market. Sometimes she finds it unmanageable when vegetable vendors starts coming in for the weekend sale before Saturday.   Maintaining the only public toilet all by herself is also difficult. She can't help but helplessly watch as people come in and go out of the toilet. She watches them helplessly for she can speak no more than a word or two at a go for she suffers from speech impediment. Her ability to hear is also very low. Tears fills her eyes when she narrates how people as if like animals uses sticks and stones instead of water (for there is continuous flow of water in tap

Volunteering for #UrgentRun# The Bhutan Toilet Run was not as easy as it sounded. From scornful colleagues (When they heard about ‘cleaning toilets’) and my own tight teaching schedule made me really run. More apprehensive than that was not getting enough materials for the final #UrgentRun# which literarily made me run into shops seeking sponsors. Listens only half to what I explain to them, not exactly paying attention, call out their sales boy and give me a solitary brush and a water jug to wash the entire toilets of Punakha. Being my first experience in seeking sponsors, I knew not how to go about and where to start. After spending some time, I gathered my guts to approach no matter what the eyes and ears around me think. I stepped into shops asking for material donations. The experience was my worst nightmare. My expectation of their reaction to our cause did not justify as a human being. How should I describe the experience? Shameful? Disgraceful? Awful? Appaling? Disrespectful?

Dear sir i am sorry for i am wishing you now only.Due to busy schedule i could not bring this memories earlier.Better late than never,let me start: I remember those times when boarder life was a new experience and when everything was new i felt as if you were someone old i knew for ages.Your kindness and the way you treated us made me get adapted to boarding life.At times,when i lie down on the bed and dig through the memories,i tend to get myself overcome with flashback. In class nine,you were my class teacher and your inspiration started thus.You always said,"Read,read and read.Unless you are a reader you cant be a writer"-I still remember it,though you might have forgotten.You always praised me and encouraged me to study hard.I also remember,the time when we used to go for road maintenance,you used to be a kind and understanding friend. May be time will keep flying and bury the memories but it will never erase. I know you expected a lot from me when i was in class ten

It was  quite surprising. Surprising as life itself. One of my class girls, Dechen Wangmo came rushing up to me, when I was standing by the artificial lake beside our basketball court. Hurriedly and worried she appeared on this special day when all around seems to be gay and celebrating the day with full of merry and mirth. "Sir, Yo-lue beat Deki. And...and...Deki is bleeding profusely. Sir you need to come immediately." I was shocked. Before I could I ask why or how or where? I was simply following her not knowing what came on my head. The sun was hot above and actually I was taking a respite by the cool shade of the lake. Suddenly had my head boil and was raging like a bull towards where she was taking me. I climbed the stairs to my class. I heard noises of separating the two who seemed to be in big fight and the whole scene seem to be in a mess. No sooner did I pushed opened the door, "POP" came the sound above my head, showering with glistening cut pieces of

What Keeps me Going? A Gratitude for my Students! Sometimes I wonder what makes me be what I am. Sometimes I wonder I am not What I am. I supposed to feel what I am not supposed to be. But there are at times I am made to feel and be the one I am meant to be. To be what I am. And be what I am supposed to be. The reason what makes me feel these things go round and round in my small little big head is all because of my students. Many a times I have been down the memory lane, trying to recollect what I have done to deserve all the LOVE, RESPECT and TRUST from my students. it makes me wonder too, at times, whether I have done justice to how and what my students express and feels about me. When I am on the verge of giving up on my dreams and hopes, it is my dear students who helps me see the path and pushes me to go on extra mile. No matter how little I roll on some little pebbles and stones on my way to realization. Today, for the first time in my life, here I am penning it down

The school has been established in the year 2008.  The school is located on the plateau of Orong village in a place called Thongkorong.  The school has a total area of about 26 acres facing Arong Farm in the East and Deothang in the South. Orong Higher Secondary School is the only Higher Secondary School in the dzongkhag. At its inception, there were only 11 teachers including the Principal, 8 Support Staff and 203 students in class IX.  Now the school has classes up to 12th standard offering all streams of studies. The first Principal of the school was Mr DS Tamang. 2008...Then Teachers' Day...2009 OHSS in early Summer, 2010 The Assembly yard The Adm Block 17 December 2010

Mrs Kinley Wangmo (our School caregiver) holding The Little MisFortunate Chimi Dem...The Little MisFortunate At a first glance, I thought little Chimi Dem was a boy ( only to be realized later that she was not what I thought. She was a girl ). Our School Caregiver Mrs Kinley Wangmo was holding little Chimi Dem, eyes full of tears, in her arms. Not knowing what to do, she bought little Chimi Dem a Wai Wai, as she was found crying desperately beside her mother. The Mother was drunk. It seemed to me that she has been beating her little girl. Unable to bear the sight, Mrs Kinley Wangmo picked little Chimi Dem and bought her a Wai Wai. After some inquiry, I discovered that, this little girl (Chimi Dem) had been the same girl I saw a year ago, well looked after by a kind shopkeeper. That time she had sore all over her face and mouth. The shopkeeper was kind enough and was treating her like her own child. Here again, I come across her. This time her mother was there physically but

The above pictures has been transformed by myself. I simply followed the steps shared by Passu.  Thank you once Again Passu. You know how I do love Art. I am a fan of Art. But the simple big question is I can't. Until now. I will not stop. I will go on doing this simple step and satisfy my desire for Art. I hope I did it right. I am still at infancy and hope to grow finer as I grow old. Who knows I might surpass you one day mos Hato!....heheheheheheeheeee! Thank you Man! Like you did inspire me to do it, I hope my followers might try and might do better, whoever loves Art. NB: Passu, you remember the faceless portrait you gave me when we were at DHSS. I still have it on my wall. Though a corner of it has been nibbled by a mouse.

Here I Come Now...BE ME! Here on I promise to fill up every little space left on the pages of my long lost life. I would like to share and invite views from you friends. I have tried many a times. But simply couldn't. I do love to READ and also WRITE! But simply got STUCK! You know what I mean. Always do I tell my children in my classes. To read and to write. I myself forgot in the process of telling them and teaching them as well to read and write. I have still miles to go. And miles to cover. Over the years I was lost in my daily chores of my household life. Forgot to read. Forgot to write. And still forgets to remember the bygone special days. No I will not let it slip by. I will not let it go in vain. i am going to document it. I ma going to leave it in a print. The long lost of my life. Be it mundane. Be it silly. Be it insufficient. Be it incomplete. Be it useless. Be it informative less. I won't mind rambling through the hurdles of my lonely life. Be it. Let it Be

A Yak basking in the sun by the road... on the way to Trongsa! Pelela...between trongsa N Wangduephodrang Momo Monkey Lungta up on Pelela Yotongla...between Bumthang N Trongsa Trongsa Dzong Viewpoint Chorten