The epic class picnic

Mongshi in the center

Now why in the world should a class picnic be so epic? Well! I will tell you why? You know, every other class comes together over the matter that’s related to the class as a mass right? But my dear readers, not our class. Yeah you heard it right amigos. Not our class for crying out loud.  Not for once! Classic us!

It’s been two and half years and nothing seems to work out, as one for us. Few would passively put minds together, and propose a plan but only to be dissuaded by some dick heads. Sometimes I even fall in this category (seriously).

It takes lots of ego brushing to finally form a decent football team for that matter, and to play it- well it comes with lots of consequences or rather aftermaths. What follows after the soccer match is often a massive surprise. But that’s how we roll people. The other classes don’t just call us as the ‘most corrupted’ for nothing right?

With every new semester- class coordinators have changed too. And every coordinator under his wing of authority, tried to take our class for a decent picnic, but how the failed is still a mystery. Well not actually them but us, as a whole. I mean, we were the one in the first place, to actually not corporate with them. So why blame the coordinators mena?

Corrupted, idiots...call us whatevr but we are the AWESOME

Why can’t we for once come to a common consensual point is often the question that everyone of us ask ourselves silently. Nobody dared to answer, for it’s simply unfathomable to unleash this big equation.

Then came Mongshi (Leki Tshering) – our last coordinator for the fall semester. At first everybody thought of him as just another wanna- be- leader, but how he proved us wrong was a big time score. He spoke less, but with damn heavy meaning. His hissing voice, if interrupted could maim a serious insult. I often thought, his disposition was very immaculate than the rest of us.

Damn! having fun eh?

So he had the audacity to actually take all of us, well almost all of us, but there are few skeptical ones, but damn with them! Finally! We were on our much awaited delusional quest, of finding happiness towards the Dyna Bridge for a nice we class wet picnic.

I bet that, every soul on that day, had one hell of happy time. Well I certainly did. After all, it’s said that, ‘the fruit of a hard earned labor is much sweeter.’ How true! Was a sensational wee hour for all of us! The food was great and the mates- super cool with all different activities.

Alas… our much anticipated picnic gave us a massive enjoyment with all the great memories. Everything was full on. Thanks to everyone of us, and yeah to our humble MONGSHI for making it possible.

That day was obviously going to be one heck of a happy reminiscence in the diary of every one’s life.    

Good Bye To My College Days… You will be missed

SCE - the heart of all TEACHERS

Few weeks from now and we will be saying adieus to our precious college life. The ephemeral times of joy we spent, over the span of three years with our friends, will be over. Damn! That sounded heavy, even to write it.

The embarrassing moments… those fatuous jokes made…harassment from the lecturers… and those maimed full of insults will all become college reminiscences over the time. Friends will be missed and the good times spent with them, will be super missed. But like somebody said, “the show must go on”. Hence each one of us, will have to drag our life ahead, for we are all referred to as the national builders for nothing right?     

I wish to walk this path all over again

Why the hell is good times so short lived, is the most contemplated question in my mind over and over again. I know the answer, but still it’s unfathomable or may be just unsatisfying, if I may say to suffice myself.

Ahh! Camon we will meet again… Bhutan is so small… where can you possibly hide? These are more of a made up words to appease ourselves, so as to show our masculinity over the uncomfortable situation. But despite everything being said, I know there is hard saliva, stuck in our fragile throat, that cannot be swallowed while saying those lines.    

“To meet is to depart.” Yet we have the audacity to ask for eternal bonding with everyone. Funny right? I mean, we were together for all these times and nobody felt anything. But now all of sudden, we feel that something is going to be lost in a while. “We never know the value of a thing, until its lost” wow this statement is makes sense quite by chance especially NOW!

Soon I will be on my delusional quest, like rest of my friends. I know things will be tough. But like it’s said, “Time heals all wounds.” I think I will live right? So let’s get out of this emotion and wish all my friends “A HAPPY LIFE AHEAD”

handful of role models

Civil Service Examination for TEACHER, But WHY NOW?

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Off late, the ministry of education came up with a rash decision to make the graduating teachers to sit for the Civil Service Examination. Now this has led to a total chaos in both the teacher colleges in Samtse and Paro. Not because we don’t want to sit for this precious examination or for not being incompetent for that matter, but simply because it came very rashly. Way faster than the flu virus.  

Aren’t we supposed to be at least informed little before than NOW? I mean shouldn’t we be given a time to mentally prepare for this? After all nobody of our predecessors have sat for this so called civil service examination. Every one of us is tensed over this upcoming test.

The trainees have gone on rampage over this matter in Kuenselonline forum, and for what? Just for few consolers and that was it. Mr. Kuenga (Counselor) even arranged a Television interview with BBS. Even I grabbed an opportunity to share my view over this matter.           

Every day, lecturers shower us with all the tips to tackle the examination. We were the first batch to sit for Bhutan Board of Examination back in 2007 and now will be first to sit for Civil Service Examination too in 2011.   

Wishing everyone of us to clear our overdue with the coming Examination. Good Luck..