Thursday, July 25, 2013

Placement Mania

I earned my degree recently. I did my two years master degree, and I reported to MOE, HRO for my placement. I requested my school, Darla MSS as my wife is working there too. After days, my placement was in Zhamgang Dzongkhag, that too was without my knowledge. With much despair, I requested with many grounds, and these reasons were very genuine. I have many questions now. I even wrote the letter with some points today, and it’s in the process (God help me. We are human):

Date: 26-7-2013

Saacha Dorji
Darla Middle Secondary School
Chukha

The Human Resource Officer
Ministry of Education
Thimphu

Sub: - Request to Stay in Darla MSS.

Dear Sir/Madam,

I, the undersigned would like to inform you that I would like to continue my teaching in Darla MSS, Darla, Chukha. My reasons for this request are as follow:
 
1. My wife is working in Darla MSS, and is teaching general subjects.
2. We have a small son who needs to be taken care.
3. I have served in Darla MSS for only two and half years, in which, a teacher needs to serve for three years for a required transfer as per the Education Policy.
4. I have served in Tsirangtoe LSS, Tsirang, in a remote place for four years with dedication and integrity.
5. I have earned my degree not through any government source but self-funding, upon which I have loaned a good amount. The main purpose for pursuing and upgrading additional degree is to help and serve better. Hope our ministry will look upon this matter seriously, unlike like punishment or sorts transfer.
6. Darla school has teacher shortages too.
7. I will be able to help my family better here. We duly respect Education Ministry Policy of working family to keep together and GNH.

I would, therefore, like to continue my teaching in Darla MSS, the same school for a year or two. I hope you will look into these serious matters and understand my situation and response the needful for the same.
I sincerely hope that my request would be given the utmost consideration.

Yours faithfully,

Saacha Dorji
(Emply/No. 200501381)


Our system is functioning on lots of suspicious/ questions. Not only are officers very rude in their manners, but they are also heedless and unmindful to some justifiable problems. I have many questions that left me lingering and is killing me at times.
1. Why some teachers are posted in the same school after their studies? The same Darla school has two such teachers.
2. Is their connection, nepotism, relations, bribe, etc?
3. Is master graduate given punishment transfer? I was even asked to go to a community school to teach, when I have B.Ed secondary certificate. Is this a mis- match? I would love to teach anywhere, but this would create confusion in future.
4. Is family relation not important to do any job fruitfully?
5. Why does MOE separate working husband and wife? That also in the same organization?
6. Why I was not given any Dzongkhag to choose myself but placed in Zhamgang without my knowledge?
7. Are we aware of GNH?
8. Why I have to transfer after two and half years in the same school? The MOE policy says one need three years or more to obtain transfer from the same school.
9. Why some teachers have to face hardship of remote again and again?
10. Why don’t we study the  ground reality?
11. Etc…

I am not frustrated, but I am sad that our HRO doesn’t look into the family matter and the subject requirement at the ground level. Because Darla has teacher shortages. I am at least happy that I know now how our system function.

Sunday, July 14, 2013

THANK YOU



As I write today here, and as I write about my graduation and departure, all that come 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 anyone else could. When I first came to the literature class, I was nervous and skeptical, but there was just this huge abundance of fine people who helped me to get my groundings. Thank you all for teaching, thank you all for guiding, thanking you all for showing a smooth path in reading literature. You have been the 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- angry faces, where you got annoyed with too much works and responsibilities? 

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.


A Cohort of Graduate Students with some Lecturers.


Monday, July 8, 2013

Coming Home


Come the 17th July, I am going home. I am completing my MA course. And I am completing with 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 now here. 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 advance skills and knowledge. I will try, and I will not let anyone down.

Here is a song by Chris Daughtry ‘Home.’ I love this song. My son and me 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.