Kwangchuk

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

With Rimpoche at Tamzhing Monastery, Bumthang. It was really an honour to be a part of the entourage of HH Chogyal Namkhai Norbu Rinpoche. The Pilgrimage started from 2/9/2014 to 13/9/2014. The Dzongchen International Community, located at Marigar, Italy organised this 150 packs of tourists pilgrims from around the world with Rinpoche. I was fortunate enough to meet and serve Rinpoche personally during the entire tour. It was a memory to be remembered. A moment to be cherished through out my life. Last words...bidding farewell at Zhiwaling, Paro. Visit to the holiest shrine of Guru Padmasambhava, Kurje Bumthang.