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.
Sunday, June 30, 2013
Give, and you Shall be Given Kick.
If you
give anything free, you will be misrepresented and wronged someday. I have
learned this, that free without heart kills. DPT is right in some ways. Go on
banning Druk Prohibition Party (DPT), if you win the next time.
Sometimes,
religious philosophies mislead you. Says the religions, “Give, and it shall be
given to you (Luke 6: 38),” “Give to those needy poor (a common Buddhist
saying),” and etc. The truth is everyone needs; the rich need to get richer
and the poor battle to become richer.
Give. I
bet these human species will not give you back. They have learned to take and
forget the good deeds. I have never heard anyone who has got so much free just
like that. This freeness creates misapprehension in relationships as well. Because
of giving, I lost many people in my life. One was my relatives, whom he had
smilingly borrowed Nu.10, 000, but later he stopped talking with my family. I
have had many grave experiences in my life like this. There was a boy. This crook has
a grouchy mouth and has a habit of showing very bad behaviors. I taught him to be free many times. I expected nothing, but I was afraid of kicks. The Bhutanese
has a saying, if you raise a horse, you will only get kicks. And the next time
he asked me again. I have a job too. He became so dependent and so lazy that
he couldn’t even read a single line from a book. The more I tell him to learn
and improve himself, the more dependent he becomes. He wouldn’t listen. That’s
how he gets angry. Now, I am considered mean and selfish, and he gets me wrong,
and I get myself into a most awkward predicament, and I was in a problem, not
him, at times.
Last
time, we had a guest lecture, and it was free. Nobody attended it because it
was free. Free seems to be worthless sometimes. Sharchops word for free is
‘Tongpa,’ and it literally means nothing, an empty. You have got to think about this.
This
freeness has become an impediment to a peaceful life. Everything in life
doesn’t come free as we think. Everything is cost-effective. It's do and get,
pay and receive, not all the time receiving. Learn to give back. The receiver
becomes lazy and dependent. The Buddhist teaching says that to reach an
enlightened state, and if you want to see the door of heaven, one mustn’t search
for and receive free but submit to get freedom.
In
giving anything free, I feel we must take into some considerations, which I
have listed as per my own experience.
1. Why do
you give free?
2. How to
give it?
3. What
will be the consequences?
4. Future
position?
5. Only give
it twice or thrice, and you will know the person. If you do every time, you
are a fool.
I
support DPT for their forceful and valid way of banning many things to bring to
the right track. Go on DPT. And PDP (People’s Dead Party) farcically gives deadly
attacks and deadly promises to kill DPT’s banning. Here is a small, a favorite
joke of mine, where Prime Minister Jigme Y. Thinley (JYT) proudly declared
in one of the gatherings before the 2008 election in Nanong. He said that there are
three ‘JIGMEs’ in Bhutan, in which the country may not function if two are
missing; the BIG Jigme (the king), the Small Jigme (JYT), and the Smaller Jigme
(JD) who is not in the picture. The survival of smaller Jigme makes me laugh. The smaller Jigme survives
his life beating his goat skin-coated Dramyang (Bhutanese guitar).
This autocratic statement by JYT to the Bhutanese media was really striking and strong. (Click for more info.
The Bhutanese). He warned media house owners and also
accused the media of creating disharmony and spoiling the country’s image. The
DPT President said, “I will not leave you.” I am with him. The media will
become strong. Facts and concrete prove will be reported. The freedom of the press
doesn’t mean that they have the freedom to give false information or news to the
public. In a free society and especially democratic rule, we should not take
offense at our beliefs or wrongs being criticized. That is the hallmark of a
healthy vibrant democracy. Though, censorship and banning is the character of
totalitarianism. Yet some standards of totalitarianism regime must not be
allowed to drop, if so, that would bring hatred and stifle the very liberal
ideas of a vibrant democracy. The cost of freedom comes with the cost of
sacrificing another.
Some
media must be banned to have a humane lifestyle in society. Some harmful
social media like Facebook, Omega, etc, kill times, distract life, erode
culture, and direct a false life. China had banned many such media to bring
goodness to the country. We too can live without some of these harmful channels.
If we can ban, we are moving forward, not backward; to a civilized; culturally, and socially attached life. Banning Tobacco has a significant
benefit, and it was the right move. Ban. Ban freedom to understand what freedom
is, and to value freedom. Ban.
Tuesday, June 25, 2013
Gibberish
Sometimes, to kill time, I write
whatever comes to my mind; jabberwocky. The below is the product of nonsense thoughts.
It almost killed me, when I read it.
A man adjusted
his bow
And was
trying to shoot a crow
The crow
scoots away that made him sad
But the crow
was very glad.
Coming out,
he shouted with a rage;
There was a
lonely hill’s sage
“Today is
not your day,”
And he
called him, and continued. “Let’s pray.”
The angry
man was despair
And said he,
“Life is not fair,
I have to fed
my wife,
And she will
cut me with a knife.”
The fair
sage gave a sudden smile
And thought
for a little while
Said he, “To
fed your wife, you don’t kill,
Send her to
me in the hill.”
The
surprised man shouted on his face
And in-between
them was a little space
And said he,
“You dirty oaf,
Crow is my
wife’s favorite loaf.”
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