Kwangchuk

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...