Today When I Come to the School

My son recited a poem during the school poetry recitation competition on 27-3-2015. I wrote a simple poem for him. It is about what he sees when he goes to school. Full video:

https://www.facebook.com/pema.tashi.520

 

Today when I come to the school

The road was full of mules

Students were walking

And something they were talking.

Today when I come to the school

I saw a milkman in his pool

Pouring milk in his jar

And keeping inside his car.

Today when I come to the school

I saw a class pp child so cool;

By hanging on the prayer wheel

Breaking the rule is what I feel.

Story Narration by my Son

Story Telling Competition

 My son, studying in class four narrated a story about ‘Two Cocks’ in inter-house Story Telling Competition on 15/3/14. I have uploaded a video here.
https://www.facebook.com/Pema Story Telling  This is to keep a record of his and our life. This story is very popular in Aesop's fables.

The story goes like this:

Once upon a time, there lived two cocks. They were not friends.  One day, they said that they will find who was stronger. They both said that they were stronger. So they started fighting. They fought angrily for many hours. One cock was hurt and came down from the top of the house.

The winning cock danced with joy and happiness on the top of the house. At that time, an eagle came over and took him up in the sky.

The failed cock was safe and happy on his luck.

The moral of this story is; do not be proud, it will fall one day.

Coming Home

Come the 17^th 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.