This is A New Place

It is blistering. It is hot. It is tough. This is a new place. This is Yebilaptsa. This is a different place. But I don’t feel different. It is the same feelings - the feelings of lowliness and remoteness hang like goiters as of now. Because I am brutally separated from my loving family, I feel that if not this place is simply good. I think the powerful magnetic force of Zhemgang - every little thing of this place has pulled me here, aside. I believe that things will turn out good when it seems not so to me.

To be frank, Yebilaptsa is a beautiful place, the school and the hospital are located just four kilometers from Tingtibi and the national highway of Gelephug-Zhemgang-Trongsa that runs just below school. Yebilaptsa is surrounded by coniferous pine trees. The smell of cones and the long pine leaves scented around houses and schools. This lowland stands inside a forest of trees. The nearest village is almost four kilometers. There are only a few private buildings. All houses are for school and the hospital.

The school is MSS. It is a boarding school. There are 410 plus students schooled in by 22 teachers and countable numbers of supporting staff. There are as many cooks as the teaching staff. The classes range from seven to ten. The students here are well-behaved - a polite one, and very hard working. I came to know that this school is one of the best in the country. In a class, students’ silence could hear flowers budding. They believe in what teachers say. I told them only yesterday that they shouldn’t believe in everything in what they hear or read. I told them to experience and see themselves.

The fans of rooms rotate slowly, churning away heat. The lousy sleep creeps in. I am lying down. And it is almost winter, time to migrate, for good.

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Praise is Worth a Thousand P☺unds

 “What an imagination Kinley!” a teacher praised his student.

  Kinley smiled and said, “Thank you.”

The teacher throws another question. All students put their hands up.

“Let me…,” someone says.

The teacher has a very complaisant and lively class. The teacher thinks students a good friends and the students think teacher the sun; the sun that shines warmly and equally.

The teacher uses encouraging remarks every time his pupils make slight progress. The students work hard to get the best remark from their teacher. They glow, gaining interest and arising curiosity and prepare for the best response. They are curious of what could be the next good word! They want to please the teacher, and the teacher wants to impress them; fulfilling both objectives and goals of his or her life at last.

The teacher uses so many means of verbal and written reinforcements like; how smart, I’m proud of you, what a good listener, magnificent, that’s the best, awesome, remarkable job, super work, outstanding, exceptional (Some remarks frequently used) and besides then he also makes written comments, pats, applauses, smiles, gestures, gifts and acknowledgments. The skill of reinforcement is a basic tool that a teacher uses to enhance teaching and learning.

For a systematic and successful teaching-learning process, the feedbacks of relevancy, immediate or timely, factual, helpful, respectful and sometimes confidential as per the need, would be of greater assistance.

The students also learn to do good things with good remarks. Pupils are like tender beans plants, if not supported, they will not flourish with the fruit.

Scientific study has found out, a badmash person would become a good person in a pleasant environment or surrounding and otherwise vice versa. The psychologists also argue that, “students of teachers who emphasize teaching behaviors such as praise and encouragement tend to learn more than students of teachers who emphasize criticism and punishment,” and that the teachers who “check students’ progress regularly and adjust instructions accordingly” are using effective teaching strategies.

So in teaching-learning area, the kind of environment and strategies adopted will decide and affect the students’ studies and living lives throughout.

An encouraging class will have supportive and attentive class, and by way develops enthusiasm in learning.

If observed thoroughly, people’s mannerisms will tell that the magic of reinforcements in teaching has so much effect in their studies and life also.

What are soothing to our ears are nicely said words/ sweet words, just as if sweets are sweets to our mouth. We desire and but sometimes we demand it and especially students must sometimes “Deserve and Desire.”

Words Can Make You Cry

Words can make you cry

They can break your heart into pieces

Forcing the times you didn’t like to think

Pains throttle you

Memories duped you;

Deflated and deflected

Life moves on

Always depleted.

Memories of unkind days

Only bring a stream of tears.

They are part of life

And acceptance is a fate

Hush, don’t weep

No one gonna care

You let go

And forget to remember

Is the way.

A Dying Breed of Readers

Reading is to decode, understand, evaluate and foster knowledge and information. It leads to appreciation and understanding of the pluralistic nature of society, cultures, and values. Our people must read and access changing ideas and expressions.

Despite all the benefits books offer, Bhutanese are quite poor in reading habits. I would say reading habits have declined, owing to rapid development in our country. Bhutan has taken ‘a great leap’ within a short span of time, and this has affected our readers. Television, computers, the internet, and motor vehicles, among others, keep our youth occupied. Or are they conquered?

Just a decade ago, back in my village, when I was in my early teens, my family sat together and read religious canons, like Kanjur and Tenjur, to cleanse our sins and for good fortune. Now, hardly any youth has heard of the great books.

In this so-called ‘new life’, reading has to be forced. In schools, students are taken over by modern amenities. Reading habits are dying and may completely die soon.

In bookstores, the treasures are left collecting dust. Our children desire sophisticated gadgets, fancy miniskirts, skin-tight clothes, jeans and sugary sweets. But the books have more than all these to satisfy. Buying a book is buying a life’s wisdom.

The object of writing this article is because I am a bibliophile, a great lover of books. I would like to promote reading habits. I have persuaded my students incessantly to read and buy books. But sadly, the aforementioned reasons have conquered some.

I’ve also hoping to publish a book, hoping to give a typical Bhutanese author to our readers. However, it will not received well, i guess. The problem – too few readers! Hardly anyone visits the stores and picks up a book.

How can we have a knowledge-based society if we are not ready to read and learn? We had a knowledge-based-society a decade ago, when books were considered gold. Having modern imported gadgets and machines hinders our in-depth history and culture. It’s like trying to construct a road on a river. We become ignorant, even as we live in the so-called modern life because we ignore learning. We want ease and to be laidback; as a result of this, we are becoming a so-so group.

To build a knowledge center, our government must promote reading, through the formation of reading circles/groups, and promoting Bhutanese writers through some means. This in turn will promote readerships among our youth.

This article was published in K2 magazine, kuensel on16 December, 2010  

The Story of My Name

I wrote many names; many different names, when I was a kid and a student. It was a plaything.

I wrote in my notebooks, on my geometry boxes, on my beds, everywhere. I wrote the name of the kings and imagined those as my names.

I added ‘Drukpa’ to my name. I added ‘K’, ‘F,’ ‘D,’ to my surname. I played. But one name that remained in the school is Saacha. And the sound of this name changed permanently. It became ‘Saa’ from ‘Shacha.’ We had a very phony headmaster at Tsebar Primary school in the 1990s. He was a southern Bhutanese. And you know, they have some difficulty in pronouncing some words like ‘tsa,’ ‘cha.’ They don’t have this sound I feel. Even English people cannot pronounce these.

This phony headmaster was very particular to me. I was pulled by ears in front of the assembly and asked to be a house captain for a year. I did that, and he liked it, I guess.

He was fortunately or unfortunately our class teacher of class VI. Class VI had a common exam in Bhutan during that time, and the result came from the board. It was a huge one for us. And it meant a lot. We had to burn the midnight oil. I nearly got burned by papers.

So, this is how my name got; changed from Sha…to Saa. He not only gave my southern-sounding name but also gave my DOB, which would remain throughout my life. The school was a birthplace. Our mothers were at school at those times. Like me, many friends got DOB and names. Ngydrup became Nidup, Gyalpo became Gepo, Chedrup become Chedup, Drolo became Dolo. He changed it all and the school changed it all. We had no voice. The school was our name, DOB, father, mother, and everything. Such was the power of the teachers.

For me, I didn’t tell my different-sounding name to my parent; if not my parent would think that I have an Indian-sounding name or type. I didn’t bother much. Name or not. It does not reflect who I am. The outer physical, the outer wealth, etc doesn’t determine me. The real I is inside. The self-worth type!