^_^FathersDay-WorldMusicDay-SummerSolstice^_^

I have been quiet lately and I need to apologize sincerely for neglecting you all. I am here now and I promise to never leave you again. Don’t worry though; I brought the best for you. I had brought the  #FathersDay , #WorldMusicDay and #FirstDayOfSummer.

Today I was brought to this space just to REMIND myself and to let you know; I love my dad (most), music and longest day (equally) ;) Today, I am here in different place watching different people around… Just a minute ago,  I was lost in thought, (Why do some (not all) people with money think they are better than others? What gives them the right to be so rude? To look down on us common folk and sneer?) haha that’s what I was pondering , forget it..That’s their lives, let them live the way they are. :P.

To tell you the truth, I got an appointment and I have to be in attendance right at 9:00 am tomorrow. I hope I will have a good result… Hoping for the best .

I was travelled by the bus, seated in the last corner by the window side. I always try for the window whenever I travel still because most of the time I get nausea and I never reach my destination without puking once(not now, still fear of it and it will bring me huge embarrassment) For the very reason I had developed a very bad habit of staying mute throughout the day whenever I travel. I always compelled myself to sleep the whole day and somehow get to it. So, I thought today day is no exception. But it all turned out to be different. My seat partner wanted to talk. I didn’t feel the need to talk though. But I thought I can’t be that cruel to the stranger. So, I gave a try. He introduced himself and I did my part. He seemed to be in his mid thirties. He had a slim body but the hands and legs seemed tough and sturdy. He wore a bunch of scattered beard. His weary face seemed to say something. And it seemed that life have given him so much of experiences that he just couldn’t handle it sometimes. 

He talked of his school days. I listen to others more than taking. I am neither talkative nor gloomy but I am very good listener LOLx :P ;)

He might have thought I am interested in his story, amama he talked, excitedly. I wished I can be away from his story and put on my microphone and listen to a very good music, but he never gave me a chance to do that. Ahh finally, a ringtone in his phone(wistle, as he is carrying a brand Samsung) finally he was busy on his phone and I could quickly  swap  on music(I was selfish L) Yes I did it! I was listening to“Jeena Jeena” though old song but lately became favorite as this song really connects me to my life. Today is World Music Day and for today, I have choosen JEEna-Jeena as music for the day. Music has almost been essential in my life. It has been total company ever since I knew the world is quite far from me and healing my pain. I own no good voice but I am a very good bathroom singer LOLx :P. Happy World Music Day… Music heals our inner pain, console and it will assimilate to our real life,..

Thank You Music .Today You Stand As My World. My dad is the main reason behind to reach me to the world of music, I was gifted a MP3 and digital radio when I was in class eleven. Since then music became my world. Truly, I don’t watch movies, I spent maximum of my time listening to music. 

Want to know why I keep on writing nonsense?

Because my dad always told me that I had talent, even when I didn’t.

Want to know why I keep my head high even I fail?

Because I had understood the real meaning of failure from my dad, my dad always said, ‘Try for the second chance. I am proud of you’ even when I failed.

Baba for all those good reasons, for all those sacrifices you have made, for all your love and concern, I love you more today. I will Always remember, no matter where I am or how old I get, I will always love you and I will always be your princess and little girl forever <3

Happy Fathers Day, to my daddy (baba) and all the fathers of the world. ;)

It says summer solstice is the longest day but for me today it’s too short. It’s already an hour of darkness when I make a post.

Anyways, Happy Summer To All My Dear Readers…

Thanks For Being With Me Again J

Love You All…

Good Night ;)

Moving Down To The Memory Lane Of My Life...

Ah ! When I was a child the world seemed to be a place of joy and happiness to me. Whenever I cried somebody picked me up. When I did not like to sit alone, I was always in somebody's arms. Truly, childhood is free from cares. There are no duties and responsibilities on the shoulders of a child. Even when someone dies in the family, a child is not touched. Last time I met with the status updated by  Tashi Namgay Kidney, ‘Few

hours before..My daughter asked me a question over phone call. "Apa...When are you coming?". I told her "Baby I will come within a week". She is OK with that. She won't know her father is getting cooked with 39 degree celcious here.haha’

A child truly lives in a bliss of ignorance had innocence.

When I was 6 years two months old, I was sent to a small but nice school. Soon I made friends with Tika Maya and few more girls. Even now I clearly remember faces of my school friends and teachers

When I was young I did not like my school teacher

because sometimes they used to beat me. I was severely beaten by our so called school captain, just because I didn’t pick up the paper. I lost interest in going to school because I was bullied by elder in the school. It is good that the system of beating and bullying is abolished now. We had to go to school early in the morning. In the beginning, like most girls, I was unwilling to get up early in the morning and go to school. Mom promised me to give few ngultrums every day (Ngultrum is a Bhutanese currency), what I used to buy was either the sticker or balloon. My dad after his resignation from job, he started working in the local government. So, during lunch break I always run towards my dad workplace and ask for money. He used to buy me a Parle-G… Which I cannot put an end to Parle-G still because my dad made me to fall in love with it.

Rowdy childhood till college...

As I was interested in my studies I enjoyed going to school. It was in December 17, 1997 was the first day where I could prove myself that I did degree in class PP and I could bring a wide smile in the faces of my parents. I was innocent girl then, I was very small as well…

You know, I truly unloved the people who took over my position. Indra Khatiwara stood first, followed by Mon Bdr Subba and third position is always for me. Later, in class four a girl Called Leki Wangmo came and took over the second position. Though hated her presence but I was helpless L the older I grew the mischievous I became. In the afternoon, we played all sorts of games and pranks in the street, and I always went home late. My father was very firm when it comes to disciplines and time. I always lied to him. I was a liar then. The good point about me was, I never fought with my mates, if elder tries to bully I used to cry but I never fought back, I wish I still accumulate that habit in me…now I am a lady kind of win-win… I have to win, either by combating or by struggling.  Whenever I saw a people passing on the way, I would enlighten them by saying. ‘Tapaikaha janubhako’  May I know where are you going? In a very long polite tune haha, just to gain sympathy :P, some people would offer me with chocolates too :P …

My elder brother who was very naughty, then wiser now, what he will do was, whenever he sees a man walking, he will pull their hat and he would disappear through small lanes… Huge complain will arrive before he reaches home. Father held him firmly by his arm without any say… When father was about to beat him, my mother always came forward to save him. He was always left off with a strong scolding. A father, though loving often strict, but a mother is always tender to her children though she shouts for minute reasons… My mother always saved my brother from the anger of my father. #Haha just a comparison of our characters with my brother when we were young... Now, it’s exclusively opposite between our characters. I used to get angry quicker and I have no patience at all…but my brother he have grown up as a wise man…

Two years back I guess I have shared you about struggle for my primary education. If you didn’t go through it, then please do that.

I gained trust from all my teachers. They would love me a lot. Once Madam Chimmi, who is my root mentor, once collected all the marbles and she asked me to throw in Panakhola(A river b/w my home to school). Sonam Tenzin, my close friend Yeshi’s brother asked that marbles to give him, I didn’t listen to him instead have thrown all the marbles in the river. Later Aucho(referred to elder brother) Sonam Tenzin swam and collected half of the marbles. I thought of reporting back to madam but he consoled me by giving a mango. Corruption here right :P

At the age of mid 13, I left my village school and I was admitted to one of the hospitable boarding school. You know, before admission we were oriented about the rules and regulations of hostels as well as we were given a list of things required as a boarder student. I exactly remember the dress of Daga High School(adhang mathra). They asked us to bring a dress having a red stripes. If we happened to buy a dress colour having a yellow stripes they will not accept, that’ was what I heard during orientation time.  So, we were sent back and they asked us to come back after 5 days.

I did shopping as per their instructions during orientation and I went back to school.

It was an admission time. I was slim petite girl as if I was suffered from marasmus :P. The admission committee made a semicircle with their yellow files in tables. It was my turn then. They asked me to submit my file. I did it. Then, they asked me; weather I am a border or a DAYSCHOLAR… It was a fact that I never heard of terms BOARDER_DAYSCHOLAR…That was truly a new vocabulary for me.

Huge voice rose, ‘Are you a Boarder or a Day scholar?’

I was bemused, I thought they are talking about the DRESS COLOUR :P…

You know how I responded them, :P ’My DRESS COLOUR is red’  :P

Laughter exploded and diffused whole room L

 Rowdy teachers! That’s what I have mumbled. L

They again enquired me weather I am a boarder or a day scholar, until they were saturated with my claptrap-hilarious answer. I regretted by not taking my dress :P haha else I might have convinced them by showing my DRESS COLOUR lolxxx :P.

Next funny incident was happened subsequent day of my admission. You know I kept my hair very long …I was actually a black sheep in school, with only a girl with long hair.

 My class teacher was Greece sir, an Indian teacher. I was called in the office for explanation for keeping my hair long. So, I was accompanied by Tsering Lhamo enthusiastically, and the fact was she came from Jigme Lossel Primary School in Thimphu. They say Thimphu's students are good in English.To prove the fact I have asked her to go with me.

Greece sir yelled,’Wa u Kee ya Hea nong’ (zai, every hairs on my head erected, listening to his manly voice. I bet he uttered words from his nose :P haha kidding aside, he was a good teacher thoughJ)

I knew, he was saying, ‘Why did u keep your hair long?’

That was the expected question, so I was already there with an answer taught by Tshering.

‘If I cut my hair,My hair will be long-si-ling’

 I wanted to say, If I cut my hair,My hair will stand…

Aww,he nearly reached me and smashed :P

He was furious and he called Maam Leki and she civilly asked me in dzongkha where I could clarify her in detail… Haha…

If I keep on wring then it will be a Bible/Mahabharat so, let me stop here. I am not selling a hot air :P. That’s fact about me. I grew in age, worries about my studies and small worldly matters came upon me, so I started thinking about future and I always wanted to become an engineer... I couldn’t catch my dream but I am happy the way I am today... I will also bring you the hilarious story of my hostel life. Please stay tuned with it :P

The memory of these good days makes me happy…

So, jotted down yesterday on gloomy Sunday…

Happy Holiday For My Bhutanese Friends Stay Blessed and  To All My Beautiful Visitors, Stay Safe And Beautiful ForEver J

Love you all for being my constant inspiration ;)

Dzongkhag Soprts Meet 2015 :)

Trongsa Dzongkhang,  conducted its Annual Sports Meet on 13^th May till 19^th May at Taktse Rigzung Higher Secondary School.

The Participating School were; Taktse RHSS, Samcholing Mss, Langthel LSS, Sherubling HSS and Tshangka MSS. Taktse was crowded with throngs of people. The students were bustling with energy ready to compete. A panoramic view of the field could be seen from a distance.

Director of TAKTSE College inaugurated the opening ceremony by lighting the Olympic torch and declaring the sports meet open followed by the national anthem, Marchang ceremony,  Principal's welcome speech, followed by a speech from the chief guest, and oath taking ceremony. The sports activites for the day begun with 200-400metres relay race, runs, jumps and throws. all the spectators were amazed by our students' enthusiastic performances.

Next day we have had ball and indoor games, which lasted four days.

I have brought you few visual treat from Taktse, please have a glance :)

All participants moved to their respective teams and huddled together.

The participants actively participated with zest and vigor. The team members were focused on their goal and tried to get in position. They wanted to try their best to bring down their opponent.

The participants had to warm-up before the activity began. They sprinted around the area they were stationed. Some did stretching exercises. The team members got tips from the coach.

The spectators were shouting and cheering loudly in support of their team. 

Many participants were impatient and anxious just because their team are about to loose.

Entertaiment program in the evening...

Team samcholing brought three cups…

Yipyip Hurah!!

Finally after four days of vigorous play, it was time to announce the winners. The winning team was felicitated by the guest of honor. The spectators were cheering loudly and applauding for their teams. They were chanting incessantly and waving their team flag. The day ended on a happy note…

Team samcholing brought three cups…

Yipyip Hurah!!!

I write Nonsense ^_^

Opening my life and heart on this blog isn't always easy. I have had to share with all of you... some of the most heartbreaking moments of my life. The things that I could not wrap my mind completely around in those moments, here it seriously has taken me months to understand the full effect of something that has happened. I am a burrow vision person; I always have been and certainly always will be. I see the small picture. I see what is directly in front of me, and I don't question nor wonder about the future, I take what is in this very moment and I deal with what is right in front of me. I have been criticized for that many times in my life. That I don't plan for a future that is suppose to turn out how I visualize it in my mind to be honestly... none of our lives ever really turn out that way... in the whole scheme of things. Things always happen along our journey's to accomplish our goals and either side track us or completely change the direction in which I our lives were planned in our minds to go. 

My vision for my life has not turned out how I envision it to be. When I go back and read what I have written it hurts me, but it's the truth, its life unfortunately life isn't fair! I learned that my mummy is the only person that I count on, I am not leaving my dad behind he is more than a friend to me, I am always a dad princess :P I know. I am boasting myself but that’s the fact lolx. Mommy, I count u starting from you yelling and screaming at me for whatever wrong that I have done in that moment of my life till your blessing for bliss. For me you are always my sweet mom and you are the one person that I could accept anything from because I love you. There is no one like our mom and I bet no one can replace our mom. It’s pretty awkward to say that I have celebrated Mothers Day on 2^nd of May.   I just wanted to wish her earlier because my mom wanted to leave home, on 5^th of May. I forced her to stay but she turned her deaf ear to me. Sympathetic me :P spoke to myself :P,’ Who will stay in a place which doesn’t belong to her…’ so I allowed her to go. I perpetually feel that Trongsa does not belong to me. I am scare to death by this crazy little creature called leech eww. I am sick of this creature truly. Please, #leech#vampire#blood sucker why not you aestivate whole summer. I awfully dislike your existence. Sorry for I being pitiless to leech _/\_ L

Today I would like to thank my mom for being a constant inspiration in my journey of life.

Happy Mothers' Day <3 

I have found a lot of comfort in sharing my story. I find a peace about the words I write and the deep thoughts that I can create on paper that can hopefully mean something to someone that needs to hear whatever it is I am writing about. 

Truly, I have lived a good life ... I have loved and I have been loved. I have my parents that mean the world to me. I have been happy and I've been sad. I have been at the top life and been to the bottom. I have lived to be who I am and never to pretend to be someone else. I have had some amazing friends. I have given compassion and I have received compassion. I have had the best and worst of days and been grateful for them both. 

I don't know how long I will live. You don't know how long you will live. It's about living today, appreciating what you have, recognizing what you want and going for it day by day. 

Thank you for reading my post.  

Reflection: Happy Belated Teachers' Day :) :)

I started to think about how much we teachers have been able to do in order to make the difference and shape our students’ lives in some way.  After all,  the world has changed, it’s in permanent change and we and our students are part of this brave new world. I have changed. I'm older, more impatient, more critical, and sometimes I feel weak and tired to face students’ lack of interest.  Recently I've found myself complaining about class seven students’ and I realized that for the first time in my life I have such a difficult group to deal with regarding everything: impoliteness, lack of interest and responsibility (Sometimes changing humanitarian heart into brutal is easy for me :P :P :P) What’s important is the final result, the final grade: pass or fail no matter if they have learned or not.  This conversation was like group remedy in the teacher’s room where other brilliant and experienced teachers were having the same kind of complaints

In Bhutan we teachers are underpaid.  Yes, we are, even if you work in the richest  school which pays the best salary, still you are underpaid. It’s the Bhutanese educational system and the society that not value teachers as they should be valued.  I always pay attention to peoples say, what they will say is teachers are nation builders blah blah, building nation aint a piece of cake. We will only like to work hard if we are acknowledged for our hard work and paid accordingly.  I've heard from lots of colleagues they are looking for another alternative to survive apart from teaching. And to tell you the truth, I've thought about it many times as well, though I am new to my profession.

Being a very optimistic person you must be surprised I'm writing these words.  Well, I've never said teaching is a bed of roses or that it’s only darkness and pain. No! Not at all!

And yes, we have to study to teach, to teach and learn, go to conferences,  prepare lesson plan, keep record of CA, coordinate reading, evaluate students students book review, correct notebooks, practicles, deal with discipline, contact parents, prepare and correct tests, face endless meetings, find nice activities to engage students, write comments on journals- profiles and an endless list of duties uffs m suffocating. Not to mention the fact that most of us around the world have to deal with low salaries to survive.

Well, I have said too much already about how hard being a teacher is.  I want to talk about the joy of being a teacher, some one rightly said, ”The suffering of being a teacher is similar to suffering with the pains of childbirth the joy of giving birth to a child does not compare to the pain we suffered before, which it’s quickly forgotten. “ What a job! 

Being a teacher is indeed one of the most rewarding jobs ever. How can we forget students who hug you, bring you flowers, chooses your favorite colour to gift u, bar of chocolate or simply smile sweetly and bowing down several times to wish good morning. That makes my heart glow with thousands illumination. I know I am a crazy teacher, I never read my blogger friends who all are teachers but writing about all those stuffs. I sometimes, feel ashamed truly. Let me share about my funny-little-cute-crazy-students, m talking  about class PP students, what they will do is they will rush towards me if they see me  coming on my way, they will bow down and say, ‘Good morning madam’ after that they will flash away and again they will appear in front of the office waiting to say, ’Good morning madam.’  In a day I receive maximum wishes from innocent little cuties. I love making fun of them as well hehe :p :P

'But if you were born to be a teacher and
 if you love what to do,
you will not give up. Like me haha '

Teaching is a treat for the soul, isn't it? If it is not, we should not teach.  And if it is, then it is necessary that, ideally, our learners feel the same pleasure from our teaching. If not, perhaps we have failed our mission in some way, as the cook who intended to offer pleasure, but the food was too salty or burnt.  Perhaps it’s time to stop and reflect our mission as educators and teachers. Perhaps it's time for another change. 

But if you were born to be a teacher and if you love what to do, you will not give up. Like me LOL haha :P :P :P

Last but not least: I think we cannot put a price tag on the hard work we bring into our classroom every single day. The amount of passion, heart, soul and effort we put into our job cannot be calculated with million dollars too :P We find our real compensation in how much our student's succeed. TEACHERS' DAY is only the day where we are known n acknowledged.

Thank You for being with me friends…

Pleasant evening ahead…