Saturday, June 18, 2016

It's about time we change

The most dreaded errand of all is the time to go for a weekend's shopping. That's because with so much, you get so little. Five hundred Ngultrum can barely fill the normal decent bag. Question. Is our currency turning less powerful over the year? Is commodities turning or made more expensive monthly? Are shopkeepers making more profit on profit? Are we too casual/ignorant  about what the prices are? Of all the questions, what strikes me the hardest is, "how are we developing?"  Perhaps it is to do with the fact that Bhutan imports more commodities than is actually exporting. Let's face it, from the basic need like a table salt to the mighty SUV vehicles, everything is literally pumped in. And the so called our money, it's flowing out. Billions of ngultrums are converted to actually make these transactions. Let's not shun ourselves from the fact that our currency hold the least monetary value both inside and outside. And it's going worse yearly. If the current trend of doing business continues, I feel that someday we might have to exchange heaps of money just to get a loaf of bread. Cross 60 miles across the country's friendly border, and we know how incumbent we really are. Our currency is accepted only by the handful of the retailers. Whereas our friendly's currencies are accepted across our Nation without a hitch. Infact with an regarded kinship. Isn't it time we have leaders, who works for the betterment of our people? Who inspires new researchers to move forward? Who like other prominent leaders across the globe, talk of importance of finding next CEO of Google? Who talks of instituting think tanks to develop our human resource? Or least, who appreciates and helps young talents to make it big? Seriously it's time we stop admiring leaders who buy our vote for a promise of bridge and a school. A school and a bridge is Nation's need and people are the part it. So next time though, lets demand more than a bridge and a school. Let's not vote cheap.  Bhutan can't be represented by few elites driving posh SUVs nor by some humble monks with practice of contentment. We are more than that. We want to grow like others, learn like others and develop like others. We can't be hermits all the time and we definitely don't want our children to be slaves of some Muslim elites in middle eastern countries. We want them to do better at home and away.     The trend that the government have set by making our children a labour force for well offs offshore are disheartening. We have heard their woes and cries. We can resent but government can't. It's responsibility of every government to see if their citizens are happy. We are not saying you have to be like Jose Mujica, president of Uruguay but at least be authentic Bhutanese. That will do just fine. And no more cover up stories please! The problem is we accept casually. We know that our neighbor is one hell of a corrupt yet we are casual, we see that our own classmate is selected because he is related to the boss yet we are casual, we know that the shopkeeper is selling way over the marked retailer's price yet we are casual. Why are we so naive? What are we afraid of? Why are we so casual? Isn't it time we change now? If there was ever a devise that could measure happiness, it would be one heck of a show.   

Monday, March 7, 2016

Critical reflection on Globalization and education.
The Bhutanese government still holds some resilience to the ever catching globalization when Its fast and coming. I would say it should engulf in its snowballing captivity in just near future. The elite community members have put down heads to rattle out every consequence the globalization has to bring in; pros and cons perse. For those socially developed Nations, it is a promise of increasing prosperity and paced development but for the culturally sensitive Nations- a value laden and controversial prospect. Given the fact that, one can get to live in the time laden space with all resources to comfort’s reach yet I feel that GLOBALIZATION isn’t always the reaching and conquering answer.
And Education is one big sink hole where it has found home. I sat through many workshops back in my homeland discussing the educational transition in line with globalization. And every time the punch line used was, “education system of Bhutan has under gone a sea change.” I always fetched the same answer. Every learning institution tries to boldly tag its vision as producing globally competent graduate. In this aspect, globalization is rather an entrepreneurial and competitive face. Which brings to question its very propaganda.
In my own critique, Castells conjures that the technology and its terminologies should be to made user friendly in order for global development to set in. I would vouch for this aspect of strategy because I believe that the concept of uneven globalization can be reached through digital mechanisms too. Today we say the world is on my finger tip for this very reason. But is technology the very means of revolutionizing educational framework? I have a mixed feeling on this. Generations have excelled globally in not just education field but in every man known field, before the franchise of tech. And we could still do it if not for the feeling of handicapped. So the essence of educating technology globally resonates its nonchalant value clearly here.
I swear that I saw a computer only in my high school days and cell phone in my college days. Which means globalization took sometime in finding me. However, the current generation of Bhutanese are far-fetched. But the argument of globalizing enigma will always be open for debate, as it is a vessel without a top, which alters both good and bad.
Well, now it’s an absolute verdict that globalization in fact has taken its toll in education progression. And this is not just in some developed Nation but in every Nation that strives to better their educational standard. I wouldn’t look no further than my own country. Every reformation in the syllabus, curriculum, staffing pattern, pedagogy and teaching strategies that’s going on is somehow inclined to educate wholesome education; which itself is a globalizing framework. It’s a wonder, how fast it has tolled upon a small landlocked country. So I believe that there would be time when all human could speak and understand one common language without having to differentiate Nationality and ethics. And when this time strikes, Education is globalized to the zenith. Until then it’s a progress and we are the maker in it. 

P.S: I wrote this reflection for my course work in doing Masters in Education.  
 Hedley, Bull and Adam, Watson The Expansion of International Society, Oxford, Orr, David W. ‘Education for Globalization (Modern Western Education System)’, The Ecologist, May-June 1999, v29 i3 p166(3).

Castels M. Conversations with history [Video file]. (2008, Feb 15). Retrieved from

Saturday, June 27, 2015

Can you tell me the direction to Australia, please?
I have a dream like any other to go to Australia. I mean who doesn’t? Everybody does, straight fact. And it is so alarming to see so many trying their luck even when the chances are pretty slim. Half of the people running to court early in the morning is just for this fairy tale cause. And half the patient, well not really a patient, visiting our single central hospital in the capital, on two week days are for this cause.
The money thing has ruined the ethics, integrity and social charismatic of us Bhutanese. Trying to get to Australia is almost like playing a card game, because nobody knows whose ticket could be confirmed. Yet there isn’t shortage of dreamers, doers and losers.
And lately I am counted as one myself. I don’t know how and why I thought I could be the next lucky go-getter but now as I wait for my VISA, it pinches my heart and sends a shiver down my spine. For if I fail, it would shake me mentally and financially. But again, if we want to succeed, risk must be taken, period!
I wasn’t really a love-to-wait type guy, so it’s painful especially with uncertain result. But nonetheless life has to go on. Now that I think, I believe that we Bhutanese have a smoldering weakness for a quick cash, hence dream Australia. But again, I cannot glorify my statement and say that all are after money. I hope there are other folks out there genuinely seeking VISA simply for a professional matter.  
Not to forget, there are those who puts everything they have and don’t have, hoping to get to the other side. This is little intense because it’s absolutely gambling to win the jack pot. Say, the chances are about one of six on probability measurement. They are the doers. And when they lose, everyone shies away with misery.
And some have taken advantage of our weakness. Robbing the dreamers with fake certainty on black and white- digging the hard earned cash. They should burn in hell. Just my curse. I mean it’s like a collapse of a Wall Street for the lost party. Thankfully, they don’t give up on life with such unfortunate loss.

So here I am just like the rest of the dreamer. Checking my mail countless time a day clinging to the phone everywhere I go. What for? Well, Jackpot, obviously. I almost choke to answer that. But truth is the truth, and I speak nothing but the truth. Of-course my plan is to pursue studies, but hey whom am I kidding right?         

Saturday, April 25, 2015

Finding my way back

"I am not lazy, It's just that I am on an energy saving mode."

Well well, it has been quite sometimes, perhaps may be two year I suppose, that I was caught up in an unending noose of worldly matters. And yes sir, I must admit here that it has pretty much kept me away from my blogging life.

Now during all these good years, what I could figure out was that; responsibility never ends but should learn to prioritize, time never waits instead should  catch up, opportunity visits but never introduces hence must recognize it and most of all, one can never spindle the endless thread of life but than to accept it in a best possible and grateful manner.  

Somebody rightly said, "we don't always live for our-self instead we live for others." And I have got to say that, every word is reasonably just true to its meaning. After all we can't choose a side when we live on a circle because circle just don't have sides. 

And now that I am back to score one, I pledge with my within my own capacity that I will make up for all the good number of days lost. And sincerely hope that fellow bloggers would take me back again.  

Friday, October 18, 2013

Ngag-tang wang; phallus blow-job

So there was this religious ceremony  Called drub in our locality right? And all of us, the staffs of the school went to offer our divinity. Then the most bizarre thing happened. The huge mask-dancer flashed a 12 inch long wooden phallus and rubbed in our mouth. And I mean literally in all of the mouths of the people present there. Now isn't this little weird?

The guy forcefully made us to give blow-job to his precious wooden phallus in the name of some religious ceremony. And nobody seemed to mind it. Classic Bhutanese us. Pelden Drukpa Gaylo!

What's more interesting in the whole act is that the ladies were least spared. They were handsomely cleansed of their immoral sins with that phallus brushing. Felt little disturbed though, for being a science teacher. 

Well what's the benefit of that ngag-tang wang anyway?
Believe it or not, the myth has it that it cleanses one's sin, for it portrays the invaluable act of Lam Drukpa Kinley (the divine madman) 

P.S: ngag-tang means penis...