Tuesday, June 26, 2012

Fortress on fire

 It was at 6 PM, Mr. Rudraman, teacher came running and yelling “Wandue Dzong is on fire” it startled every one of us. Then he fixed BSS cable to confirm. Before it got connected, SMS came in; it was my old friend Sangay Tshering from Zhemgang. It reads “Let us pray to Guru Rinpoche not happen such tragedy in future again. Wangduephodrang Dzong is on fire” I didn’t have balance in my cell so I gave him miss call and he did return call. He confirmed us the Dzong was completely burnt down to the ground level.
It was on Sunday, 24th June 2012 at 4 PM a fire started radiating flame from the main gate door. Nobody exactly knew the real cause of a fire as stated by BBS correspondence from Wangduephodrang. According to the people at that vicinity suspect that fire started from electric short circuit.
According to the history of Bhutan, Wangdi Phodrang Dzong was built in 17th century by Lam Zhabdrung Ngawang Namgyel Rinpoche in 1638. It is the third oldest dzong in the country built by Zhabdrung among the five. There is a story how Wangduephodrang dzong came to existence as media people gathered information as follow: 

When Zhabdrung Ngawang Namgyel was at Chimi lhakhang in Punakha he met a bedraggled old man, who described the ridge in present day Wangduephodrang as a ‘sleeping elephant’. He told Zhabdrung that his aspiration to unify the country would be realized if he built a dzong on the neck of the ridge. Divining the old man to be Yeshey Goenpo, one of the supreme guardian deities of the country, Zhabdrung took his suggestion seriously, and deputed a noble to scout the area.

As the emissary drew close to the place, he saw four ravens circling the air above the ridge.  When he reached there, the birds flew away in the four directions, north, south, east and west.  On returning to Chimi lhakhang, he related what he had seen. Taking this as a good omen, Zhabdrung immediately set forth to construct a dzong on the spur, overlooking the confluence of the Dangchu and the Punatshangchu rivers.  The people of Wang and Shar Da Gye were believed to have been involved in the construction, along with the people of Rinchengang, who were skilled masons.

There is another legend on the building of Wangduephodrang dzong.  It says that when Zhabdrung arrived at the confluence, he saw a little boy building a sandcastle.  The boy’s name was Wangdue, and therefore he decided to name the dzong Wangduephodrang or Wangdue palace” ( kuensel, 26th June 2012)

The natural fire calamity razed out all valuable things inside the dzong except for the few safe boxes containing the sacred relics that were dropped from the roof into the nearby cacti undergrowth.  Nothing could be saved from fire that burnt away 374 years of history within five hours completely. Fortunately there wasn’t any life casualty and serious injury except few minor injuries while trying to save the sacred things.

During the time of disaster there wasn’t rainfall at Wangduephodrang only, whereas in other places there was heavy rainfall. This peculiar scenery really mesmerized peoples’ faith in Zhabdrung superior power, if we displease him even the rain and sun can be stopped.  “Although it drizzled, the fire continued to conflagrate, sending up thick black smoke and sparks, and filling the air with the smell of charred wood.  It was as if the sleeping elephant that carried the fortress was standing up and shaking off the dzong it carried for centuries.” Kuensel, 25th June, 2012.

The tragedy incurred a big loss for the country and the people of Sha Dagay. Sha Dagay people really were disheartened and dismayed by the tragedy. Some of them did not even eat and sleep night well.  At the time of disaster the dzong was under renovation and completed about 40 percent of its work. The hardship of people and government budgets just perished into the thin layer of air.

According to the record maintained the dzong has experienced similar disaster once in 1837 and rebuilt later.  The dzong was also damaged by a severe earthquake in 1897 and in 2011 September earthquake. On 24th June 2012 was the third and most horrifying tragedy that ever had happened. On 25th all government offices, institutions and schools remained closed to mourn for the historic fortress razed out by a fire and to pray for Zhabdrung Rinpoche let not happen similar tragedy henceforth…

Monday, June 25, 2012

So Far Yet So Near

Back off the mountains
Far behind the hills
Deep across the oceans
Yet I feel you near.

Thousand miles away
Over many years apart
Nix chance to see
Yet I feel you near.

Days and nights rolled
Glistened not even in a dream
Conversed not in a call
Yet I feel you near.

Several weeks passed
Received not a single chit
Not even a tiny parcel
Yet I feel you near.

Deep dark jungles barred
Cut off with vast hasty rivers
Blocked by valleys and ranges
Yet I feel you near.

Even flying in a jet
Sailing in submerged ship
Traveling on speedy train
I feel you near yet.
Off from the sight                                                           
Off from the sound
Off from the touch
Yet I feel you near

Closed eyes perceive images
Smelling snout sense aroma
Opening ears hear echoes
Every time I feel you nearer.         

Wednesday, June 20, 2012


A biology teacher was teaching his students how a caterpillar turns into a butterfly. He told the students that in the next couple of hours, the butterfly would struggle to come out of the cocoon, but no one should help the butterfly. Then he left.

The students were waiting and it happened.  The butterfly struggled to get out of the cocoon, and one of the students took pity on it and decided to help the butterfly out of the cocoon against the advice of his teacher. He broke the cocoon to help the butterfly so it didn’t have to struggle anymore. But shortly afterwards the butterfly died.

When the teacher return, he was told what happened. He explained to his student that by helping the butterfly, he had actually killed it because it is a law of nature that the struggle to come out of the cocoon actually helps to develop and strengthen its wings. The boy who had deprived the butterfly of its struggle and the butterfly died.

Apply this same principle to our lives. Nothing worthwhile in life comes without a struggle. As parents we tend to hurt the ones we love most because we don’t allow them to struggle to gain strength.

                                        Source:  You Can Win; Shiv Khera
                                                        Indian Great Writer.

Sunday, June 17, 2012


Blow nippy wind blow
Over the mountains far
Wide across the oceans
There my parents dwells.

Get them message across
The whole lot is superb.
Get me the news back
How their healths are?

Tell them missing their 
Warmth love and care
Advices and guide dearly
Wish seeing them soon.

Go chilly breezes go
High over the hills
 Deep down the valleys
My honey lives there.

Say missing her kisses
 Warmth thudding heart
Cozy arms at embraced
Closing eyes touches her.

Tell not betray the love
It hacks the heart deep
Get her return news
Eagerly I’m waiting for.

Dance frosty cloud dance
Tossing over lovely couple
Envelop hugging us beneath
Let others not feel jealous.

Dancing over the sky
Encased lovers under
Flinging curse thwarted
Entwined Couple dance.

Fly icy cloud fly
Up high in the sky
Take my prayers up
Let God pair us up.

Thursday, June 14, 2012

Hysterical Life

Standing still and staring
Over the lonely sky up
With great hope
To return him soon.  

Cruel pain in my heart
Keep hiding in daylight and                                                                   
Burying in moonlight 
But god  knows the truth.
From the tender age
I was inflicted with disease
A aching tonsillitis and
Chronic heart ailment.

Operation! Physician adviced me
Coz of death fear I denied
Oral medicines 
No relief yet found.

Fad up with own life
Long no more to stay
Take off life, God! Prays
At calm heavenly abode.

Back at mewling child
Tender touch of families
Feels warm in heart
Happiest moment forever.

Schooling friends, teachers
Revealed their adoration for
Participation I made at
And my zest in studies.

Out of the blue someone
Entered, dragging all zest out
Indeed debarred next grade
Whole life turned down.

He who, the police now
Gave no damn any more
“Marry with someone” Exclaimed.
Cell phone digit changed.

Heartbroken into pieces
Hopes tattered in air
Promised words eaten up
Dumb! Only tears brimmed.

“One goes, thousand comes”
 Established mind sturdy, but
 Flicking reminiscences often
Immerse with whirling tears..

Toiled in the scorching sun
Drenched in the pelting rain
Grasping tools; sickle & spade
Labored daily in the fields.

Kind and dearly father
Opened a grocery shop
Upon repeated pleas, that
Salvaged drudgery field works.

Learning, the continual program
Neither has age bar nor time bound
Anticipating studying year next
Have me gorgeous life ahead, God!

Courtesy: Karma Lhazin

Tuesday, June 12, 2012

June 2nd Celebration, 2012.

 Every year on June 2, Bhutanese celebrates the Coronation Day of the 4th Druk Gyalpo Jigme Singye Wangchuk , who was king from 1974 until 2006 and the day is also celebrated as Social Forestry Day. People remember him for the vital reforms he brought to the country during his reign.  
This year it was great honored to have huge budget allocation for the celebration. Dzongkhag administration has selected our school as a host school and dispensed sum of twenty three thousands Ngultrum to organize the activities for the enhancement of forest coverage in Dunglagang Geog. 
Two weeks ahead, the nature club in charge Singye Tshering started preparing for the 2nd June by clearing bushes and digging holes.  It took him entire two weeks to complete the task force.  He made everything clean and ready for the plantation.
As per the discussion, Lama Nyeten from the Dratshang decided to be the chair person for the day but due to some unavoidable circumstances he could not able to present. In lieu of Lama Nyenten, Patala lama agreed to chair the day, unfortunately he too did not make due to heavy rainfall. Finally, Dunglagang Geog Administration Officer chaired the day on repeated pleas. 
At around 9:00 AM chief guest and distinguish guests arrived and ushered inside the conventional hall. As soon as guests were sited, Principal offered the Marchang Ceremony followed by the welcome speech by the Principal. Then hour able chief guest highlighted on the importance of the day. After that Nature Club Coordinator, Mr. Singye Tshering read the message sent by the department of Forest. Duglagang Forest Officer demonstrated tree plantation procedures. The entire guests were served Suja Dretsi. Chief Guest, distinguish guests and students planted tree saplings as a token of love for the mother earth.
Thence, started cultural items for few hours and followed by lunch. Since this month is holy month; Saga Daw, no meat were served not even dry fish. Students were given potato curry and a boiled egg each. 
The day concluded with mixed feelings……. Only God Knows Why???

Teaching and Learning in 21st Century

Rote learning is no more existed. Classes are full of playing models. Students learn by playing, seeing, touching, smelling, tasting and doing practical experiments. Answers and findings are accepted based on research and analysis made by them. Teachers are just guide to their learning.

In 20th Century, teachers were priests that students must follow his preaching, be it right or wrong. Any students making rectification over his preaching would get bitter treatment.  Students were well disciplined and nice in studies, no chaos and commotion over fighting against teachers, drug addicts, and alcoholics were to be seen……

No more to be seen, the old custom has gone out of sight.  New era is galloping with new drama. We could see gang fights, students bulling teachers, drug addicts, teenage pregnancy so on and so forth. The very reason is that no student would be allowed to deal with disciplinary action rather needed to enforce them to make out their own pitfalls.                                                            

Teaching is now diversified according to the abilities of students and applies Gardner’s multiple intelligences. Textbooks are not theoretical bibles; are just guide to the enactment of learning activities.     

Teachers have to be multi-talented human machine. Otherwise many eyes peek upon and big mouths wide open to exaggerate pettifogging shortfall of a teacher.

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