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Thursday, 30 June 2011

The Nangkorians

                         (XI Science,Class of 2004: Nangkor Hihger Secondary School)
  • From the right(sitting) are: Ugyen Tenzin(Nangs), Kuenchap, Thama, Pema Wangchuk, Karma Jamtsho, Pema(Raza), Kinga and Phuntsho Namgyal.
  • Sitting from right (second row): Karma Yedzer (me), Thukten,Mitshe Wangdi, Tsheltrim Zangmo, Lopen Kesang, Madam Aruna Pradhan, Karma Yangzom, Ugyen Thinley, Kinley(Marinsa),Rinchen wangdi,Jigme. 
  • Standing from right (Second row): Lobzang, Ugyen Chophel, Sonam, Sonam Tshering, Thinley Choden, Wangchu Nima, Loday, Choezang, Karma (Bonx), Rinchen, Pema Tendar.  
  • Standing from right (Third row): Sonam Dendup(Para), Choki Gyeltshen, Phuntsho Tashi,Tandin Wangchuk, Kinley Wangdi, Thinley Norbu, Jamyang, Tashi, Kinley(Motey), Pema Wangdi, Ishan, Tshewang Dendup, Rigpa Yeshi, Jigme Tenzin and Choki Wangdi.

Who are these?. Well, these are now Engineers, Teachers, Officers and a few still doing MBBS. Today, You can see these faces in various sectors serving the TSA-WA-SUM wholeheartedly.

They were once innocent and ignorant but these qualities added colours to their 'student-life'. As a young high school students, many things had happened, good and bad. Now, reminiscing all those could make one nostalgic: I can still remember how some of my friends went out during nights to get cucumbers and oranges, which otherwise was illegal, and stored in a trunk for the other day. It's funny now but this is interesting because that has actually happened despite many risks and curses (of poor farmers) involved. Whatsoever, it just happened out of sheer innocence. I bet, now they are really changed.

When our Chemistry teacher, Mr Davis retired from the school, it was a big blow for us. We were left with no subject (chemistry) teacher. That was in Class XII,2005. Despite we were guided by one of the B.Ed teachers, who was also new to the profession, we decided to get help during weekends from a teacher from another High School. Walking all the way to Pemagatshel High School was interestingly tiresome but every time we were back, it was with new idea. We Thank Mr. Srivastav for sharing his knowledge.

The most interesting part used to happen during meal times. Now, to be frank, I feel that we were bit snobbish. I can easily realise today how much our school captains and Councillors had tough time scolding and persuading us to get into the dining room. We were always the last to enter the hall, altogether in group. WOW!!! it was fun but sometimes at the cost of others. Any inconvenience caused was all due to our innocence. But some inconveniences were deliberate, when something was wrong somewhere. That was an act of a rightful citizen indeed.

But at the end of the day, it would all be fine and fair: Our teachers were undeniably wonderful and caring. And Nangkor is such an Alma Mater that has shaped our lives. It was not surprising when Ministry of Education declared it as one of the TOP-TEN high schools this year. She deserves the name. And I AM really proud of my Alma Mater. Don;t you feel the same, my fellow Nangkorians?

 .PS: I haven't included many of the interesting parts.

Note: This article is not proof-read. Will make necessary changes...












 










































































 

















































































































































Saturday, 25 June 2011

We are fated sometime

for certainly something aren't under our control.

(image from Google)
But some people say:  "I don't believe in fate'". They simply don't believe in it. Well, it is their take, whatever. Anyone who is against fate believes that he/she is completely responsible, meaning he/she alone creates his/her own destiny. I am into both: I can make my own choices to some extent but certain things can happen against my wish. Reasons can be beyond explanation. And I call this- "fate".

On the night of April 14, 1912, The Titanic (Ship once believed to be safest) struck an iceberg and consequently claimed more than one-thousand five hundred lives. The ship carried just 20 lifeboats in case if it had to rescue survivors of other sinking ships. Those boats were never meant for its own passengers because the ship was constructed "unsinkable" and no passenger was supposed to have needed them. It just happened otherwise . Construction of the ship must have had involved excellent engineering. Then why it sunk?. Now, those who completely  reject the fate may say: " The ship was excellent. Every system in it was foolproof. But the 'iceberg' made it fall". If this is the case, I would say that they are actually believing in fate. Only thing is that they are not able to comprehend the coincidental appearance of iceberg as fate. This is it.

Talking about that incident again, the liner Carpathia could rescue only 705 of the shipwreck victims. Where were others?. All died. Now, lets imagine: Of all those souls, how many of them probably might have welcomed 'death'?. Nobody else could have loved to die then. But only few, say lucky few survived. Many died, some saved. To me, this defines what we say fate.

And at times, I have a feeling that "Luck" and "Fate" go together, hand in hand: ill luck sometimes could mean one's destiny has already been fated,"predestined" in other word. How? Well, let me give simple example. Imagine that this evening you are suddenly met with an accident and you are in critical state. You have an examination tomorrow and the rules say you are by any means required to sit for it to pass through. So, you fail despite your ability and intelligence because you could not sit for the exam due to undeniable incident . We say "ill luck" for such happenings. This is fate too.

I also believe in "free will", no less. Free Will is the ability to do what you want and be what you always wanted to be. Example: I want to become a successful business man. I have this desire. So to this end, I can plan, research and do every possible aspects. If I want to be an excellent restaurateur, I can be. But certain things are simply predestined. Thus, whenever someone asks me whether I believe in "fate" or "free will", I always say: I am 50-50. I believe in free will. I believe in fate. I believe both.

Thus Nelson Mandela's saying: " I am the master of my fate; I am the captain of my ship" always interests me. While I might not necessarily believe the first statement, I agree with the second. So, we are the captain of our ship too; we can drive it our way as long  as a sudden dreadful iceberg does not come and hit, and make our ship sink.

note: This is unedited piece. Will make some changes if necessary.

 














Sunday, 12 June 2011

The immortal hope

It is after such a long search, she finds peace and solace in the hands of the Almighty, god.

Her day begins early morning; washes her face, makes herself innovative and starts revolving rosary beads. Just before the potent sun shines she will have already cleaned the sanctum (alter room) and filled a line of seven small bowls with pure, clean and clear water.

As the room gets filled with fumes of sandalwood, that smells heaven, she prostrates before the statues and takes a minute for a long breath. She then proceeds to say prayers from the pages of a sacred book with the hope that every sentient being is freed from the world of sufferings. This intention remains from morning until she goes to bed. Now, this is the routine of her life-praying for the whole world.

Delkar always longed for peace; she found her days very dull and there was hardly anyone to comfort her. That happened long time ago. She had a caring mother yet the husband of her mother did what was opposite. After the death of an affectionate father, things had changed. Home became halfway house and its every corner seemed to complain of her unwelcome situation. The moment she saw that tall, dark and stern man, she'd fall into depression because he never made her feel at ease, secure or happy; actually almost every stepfather does this, we believe. As days passed, she would think of an independent life; she dreamed of a life with a husband she would love and affectionate children. She waited.

In her teens, she was the most beautiful among friends her age. Despite many young men around her, she remained indifferent until the day she felt in (love) with fair, handsome and caring man. Norbu then became her guardian, someone who protected and secured her life. And she did not want to miss him anyway for he was the only one who brought back freedom and peace in her mind; she could count the stars and get the moon for his sake. She could do anything. That was her love. They married soon.

By the time summer reared its hot head, Norbu was changed. He spent his days drinking and picking quarrels at night. Delkar would be frightened when her husband began to rant and bang on anything he came across. She was once again dragged into an ocean of misery. Things didn't turn up as expected. That was the point where she started to realise the truth of futile life; she found her life complete absurd as if god was dead. Divorce was not option either-they had children and she had nowhere to go. 

After many Winters, it dawned on Norbu that something had to change, and feeling pity on his innocent wife and children, he decided to remain sober, responsible father and caring husband. The family once again reunited. There was peace and happiness. Norbu became one of the trusted husbands ever. They had a real home then. But that was just the mere play of their fate. Soon Norbu felt his deteriorating health. He was refereed to every fine hospital until sent home to pass his final days. Delkar was constantly by his side and showed every concern and care. Whenever she saw her beloved husband lying in bed helpless, tears started in dread. She had a reason for that. Norbu gazed her with regret and then the final mea cuppa of apology.

One morning, Delkar was absolutely powerless; the last leaf had fallen. She already knew what would happen next . She starred, stared and stared again her suffering husband; she could not bear his agony; she brought him dose of medicine (to let end his breath); she felt bit nervous and relaxed to see Norbu closing his eyes.....closing forever, never to open again. She sighed with relief and murmured, " Norbu, You are now free from blood cancer ....wait for me in Heaven."

Now, that all her children were grown, Delkar decided to become a nun for good reason: to find the peace that never changes

P.S: This story is imaginary.