Thursday, July 25, 2013
Sunday, July 14, 2013
THANK YOU
As I write today here, and as I write about my graduation and departure, all that comes to my mind is ‘Thank you,’ ‘Thank you,’ ‘Thank you.’ Today I write words of excitement and appreciation. Words devoted to many great souls. This short note is in honor of you all my professors and the life you all have made me. Truthfully, a million pages of gratitude are not enough. (See my Professors profile link:five-dons-of-aims )
I
thank YOU ALL a million times, for what you have done is sometimes more than
anything. When I first came to the literature class, I was nervous and
skeptical, but there were just these
huge abundance of fine people who helped me to get my groundings. Thank
you all for teaching, thank you all for guiding, thank you all for showing a
smooth path in reading literature. You have been my best friend, teacher,
guide, and parent.
Teachers and students of the graduating cohort of 2013, thank you for all that you are and for all that you did, and for caring about us. We know your work is more to you than just a job, it is a calling, and for that, we are so grateful for your sacrifices.
I have learned to read better. I
wouldn’t have understood the depth of literature; British lit, American lit,
Indian lit, World lit, Criticism, linguistics, Post Colonial Studies, Teaching
English Language and Literature, Gender, Communication, etc if it weren’t
tutored by you all.
You all deserve a huge congrats and thanks.
Who could forget our amazing trip? Who could forget our noisy class? Who could forget
the charming and angry faces, where you got annoyed with too many works and responsibilities?
There are many good things to be remembered…
There are many good things to be remembered…
I
probably can’t thank you all enough.
Thank
you for everything, my teachers.
I am happy because while I cannot take you all with
me, I can at least keep the memories with me always in my heart.
Thank you very much, Mrs. Mamta, Mr. Prabha, Mr. Samuel, Mrs. Parveen, Mrs. Chitra, Mr. Umashankar, Ms, Charita, and others.
Thank you very much, Mrs. Mamta, Mr. Prabha, Mr. Samuel, Mrs. Parveen, Mrs. Chitra, Mr. Umashankar, Ms, Charita, and others.
A Cohort of Graduate Students with some Lecturers.
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Monday, July 8, 2013
Coming Home
Come the 17th
July, I am going home. I am completing my MA course. And I am completing the first class result. I tried to be the best. And I got it. Literature is
tough. Rote learning still matters here.
Anyways, I longed
for this. Come what may, I wouldn’t turn back to this place. I have had enough
of everything nowhere. I simply feel jaded. I will do my everyday business-teaching
in Bhutan. I love teaching, and it’s my life. I get a kind of true satisfaction,
happiness, joy, etc when I see my students flying higher than me, and swinging
their life. One of my intentions as a human being is to help better other’s
life. I little contribute; a pinch of salt, to taste life better. I think now, I
will be able to help anyone more with my advanced skills and knowledge. I will
try, and I will not let anyone down.
Here is a song by
Chris Daughtry's Home.’ I love this song. My son and I often play and sing
while driving. My dear son, your papa is coming home. Let’s sing. This is our
home. Let’s sing together before we go to our permanent home.
Home
I'm staring out into the night,
Trying to hide the pain.
I'm going to the place where love
And feeling good don't ever cost a thing.
And the pain you feel's a different kind of pain.
Well I'm going home,
Back to the place where I belong,
And where your love has always been enough for me.
I'm not running from.
No, I think you got me all wrong.
I don't regret this life I chose for me.
But these places and these faces are getting old,
So I'm going home.
Well I'm going home.
The miles are getting longer, it seems,
The closer I get to you.
I've not always been the best man or friend for you.
But your love remains true.
And I don't know why.
You always seem to give me another try.
So I'm going home,
Back to the place where I belong,
And where your love has always been enough for me.
I'm not running from.
No, I think you got me all wrong.
I don't regret this life I chose for me.
But these places and these faces are getting old,
Be careful what you wish for,
'Cause you just might get it all.
You just might get it all,
And then some you don't want.
Be careful what you wish for,
'Cause you just might get it all.
You just might get it all, yeah.
Oh, well I'm going home,
Back to the place where I belong,
And where your love has always been enough for me.
I'm not running from.
No, I think you got me all wrong.
I don't regret this life I chose for me.
But these places and these faces are getting old.
I said these places and these faces are getting old,
So I'm going home.
I'm going home.
Trying to hide the pain.
I'm going to the place where love
And feeling good don't ever cost a thing.
And the pain you feel's a different kind of pain.
Well I'm going home,
Back to the place where I belong,
And where your love has always been enough for me.
I'm not running from.
No, I think you got me all wrong.
I don't regret this life I chose for me.
But these places and these faces are getting old,
So I'm going home.
Well I'm going home.
The miles are getting longer, it seems,
The closer I get to you.
I've not always been the best man or friend for you.
But your love remains true.
And I don't know why.
You always seem to give me another try.
So I'm going home,
Back to the place where I belong,
And where your love has always been enough for me.
I'm not running from.
No, I think you got me all wrong.
I don't regret this life I chose for me.
But these places and these faces are getting old,
Be careful what you wish for,
'Cause you just might get it all.
You just might get it all,
And then some you don't want.
Be careful what you wish for,
'Cause you just might get it all.
You just might get it all, yeah.
Oh, well I'm going home,
Back to the place where I belong,
And where your love has always been enough for me.
I'm not running from.
No, I think you got me all wrong.
I don't regret this life I chose for me.
But these places and these faces are getting old.
I said these places and these faces are getting old,
So I'm going home.
I'm going home.
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