Friday, November 17, 2017

Loponla, Chapter 12

After tea from Delkar’s house, I rush back to the classroom, but none of my students are here. Picking up my textbook, locking the door I head towards the staffroom, when I remember about Chezom’s jealousy thing. I don’t know if it’s true or Wangmo is trying to check my mind. Back at Delkar’s house, after waiting for a few minutes, Delkar came back to the sitting room with steaming tea. Then Wangmo started talking about so many things, when Delkar sat next to her silently. I have never met a person as calm as her.
As I walk into the staffroom, the room looks empty, so I get inside humming my favourite song. But as I reach the middle of the room, I stop singing as the eldest teacher, who is a Dzongkha teacher, stares at me, holding a pen looking distracted by my humming.
Making a childish face, bowing my head down, I say, “Sorry, lopen.”
He keeps looking at me, without saying a word but his face looks like as if he is going to say, “I want to cut off your head.”
Not knowing what to say, I take a step towards my table hesitantly, when he says, “I heard something about you trying to help a few students, right?”
Astonished by these words, I turn back wondering if what I heard was voice of him. As there are no other people in the room but his eyes are on the book in front of him, though confused, thinking that it was him only, I say, “Yes, Lopen.”
I need his help and this is the opportunity. With my body trembling a little, I let out my words, “I would be happy if Lopen could help my students with Dzongkha. Only on Sundays, as and when they have doubts.”
I say these words as he looks down at the notebook and keeps correcting the book, without even looking at me. I stand there for a while, but getting no response from him, I walk back to my table when he says, “I will see.”
Thanking him, I walk out of the room when my phone rings. It’s a new number.
Receiving the call, I walk down the stairs, taking a glance at the football ground expecting Tenzin there but I cannot see the players in the ground.
“Hi, I am Chezom. Can you meet me at the Dungkor, please?”
Saying this, she hangs up when I land on the ground floor, thinking about whether to meet her or not. Her voice sounds tensed. Considering her help at the beginning, I walk towards the Dungkor, when the dinner bell rings and the darkness is clouding the campus. Her face glowing with orange tint, under the light, from the pole beside the dungkor, leaning her hands on the rails, Chezom waits, looking tensed. Taking steps slowly, I approach her when she looks at me and says, “I am very sorry. I feel guilty and I cannot stay happy. I am sorry. I mean it.”
Looking at my eyes, she says seriously.
“Umm, nothing to be sorry about, Chezom. You said the truth, so I accept it.”
I reply, looking at her as she keeps looking at my face like a child waiting for a chocolate from his father standing in front of him with sweet in hand.
“I know you are hurt. I want to tell you, something about Thinley. He is my ex. We were in relationship back in high school days. After seeing me here, he is after me. He proposed me yesterday,” says Chezom, face going innocent.
I stand silently, when she says, “But I cannot accept him.”
These words strike something in my mind. Taking her hand, I look into her eyes, “Are you sure?”
She nods.
“Okay. Follow me.”
Walking away from her, I lead her down towards the school gate. As she follows me silently, when walk not being able to tolerate her lies. Stopping at the shop nearby my apartment, looking back at her, I say, “I know, Thinley will be inside. So, go inside and tell me what you have said at the dungkor in front of him.”
Chezom stops immediately, looking horrified as if she has seen a ghost. Taking her hand, I drag her inside, when I see Nima sitting with Warden at a corner table. Thinley and his friend sit next to them. As I walk towards them, as Chezom follows me, something catches my eyes and what I am seeing in front of Nima takes my breath away, suffocating me so hard that I cannot stand still.

Thursday, November 16, 2017

Who I am supporting 2018 and why?

I am neither civil servant nor political candidate for 2018. However, I as a concerned citizen, I have my own perception after witnessing two terms of democratic rule. The two parties who rule us, DPT from 2008-2013 and PDP 2013-2018.

Both the parties were doing well. One party who sees the future and frame laws which will be useful for 100 years. On the other hand, other party who lack good planning and bring short term policies. I as a concerned citizen, I shall go with party who can foresee future and plan policies accordingly. I will not disclosed which party is doing well. I left for the reader to decide.

When I say, party with short term benefit policies, it doesn't mean that I am better than them. I am not better than them but I and everyone can easily judge the mistakes of any party. Public can judge the blunders that party does even though we don't have solutions to give them. That is main reason why I will go with party who are farsighted enough.

Some politician are born to be politician. There some politician who does great job and there are also politicians who always lie to gain the public attention. I am talking about politicians who is playing dirty games.

The two terms of democratic rule by two parties are getting over. I witnessed the difference with small margin regarding the leadership. I accepted the truth because not everybody who is elected for ruling or opposition will be good candidates. There are some candidates who were like parrots during public debate for the elections and sit like lazy pig after getting elected.

Speaking honestly, some party will finish their 5 year term in the mood of campaign. Everything they do will indirectly or directly the campaign for next election. Dear people, be careful in selecting your candidate. Please select the candidate who will teach you truth not the lie. I have learn lot of lying from many candidates which actually is not good. Politics is not always about lying.

Dear people,
Let us utilise the gift from throne in fruitful way. The only way of using fruitfully is by electing true candidates who can serve TSA-WA-SUM but not his own tsa-wa-sum.

LOPONLA, Chapter 11

Walking down the concrete steps towards the school kitchen from the boy’s hostel, I look around trying to find someone to ask about the Principal’s quarter as I don’t know where it’s. Crossing a mani dungkor, I walk down the sloped footpath, towards the staff quarters located down below the MP hall. The bell for evening study rings, as I walk along the footpath connecting the dungkor and staff quarter. Seeing a quarter, different from the other two storied buildings, assuming it to be the Principal’s quarter, I walk towards it walking past other quarters, when Wangmo stops me suddenly, shouting from one of the balconies. Standing still, looking up, I ask her, “Which one is the Principal’s quarter?”
Smiling at me, holding a cup, she says, “That one.”
Pointing her fingers to the quarter, adjacent to hers, she says, “Please, come up!”
Not believing her words, I reluctantly walk up the staircase and going to the door, I wait for a while. It’s latched. As I wait, finally, Delkar comes up the staircase and walks towards me, taking gentle steps, looking surprised and wearing a shy face. I stand smiling at her, expecting that she is also here to meet Principal.
Stopping in front of me, grabbing the door knob, she opens the door, when I ask her, “Is this your?”
“Yeah, my apartment. Please, come in.”
As my ears get warmed up, hiding my shyness, I ask her, “Where is the Principal’s quarter?”
Walking outside, she says, “That one.”
As I look back at the colony from which Wangmo shouted but she is not there. Amused by her lie, I walk down the stairs and walk towards the Principal’s quarter. Standing at the door, worried about the reason for calling me, I wait when the Principal opens the door.
“Oh, Tobgay. Come inside.”
Taking off my shoes, I get inside when another man dressed in gho sits on the sofa, with a cup placed in front of him. Lowering my head, a bit, I follow him slowly when he stands in front of the man and says, “Sir, he is the one.”
Looking at me, the man nods and smiles, when the Principal says, “Tobgay, this our DEO.”
Greeting him, I stand when he asks me to sit. Sitting down, I wait, when they talk for a while and finally, observing me carefully, DEO says, “I was taken aback by your application but I appreciate your intention to help the students. Therefore, I would like to urge you to achieve what you have decided to do, as we, Bhutanese are good in starting something but always fail to finish what we have started. I look forward to your determination and achieving the goals you have set. Good Luck.”
Thanking him, I stand up when the Principal insists on taking tea but I have to meet my students, as they will be still waiting for me in the classroom. Putting shoes on, I walk back when I see Wangmo at the same balcony, as if waiting for me. On seeing me, she shouts, “Sir, sorry about the prank. But Delkar is inviting you for tea. I hope you will not offend her.”
She says walking along the corridor towards the Delkar’s quarter’s balcony. I stand not knowing what to say, when she walks down the stairs and stands in front of me.
“I hope, you are not angry. Please, come.”
She says seriously, when I follow her reluctantly upstairs. Standing in front of the door, she rings the bell and looks at back me, “Delkar is a very good woman.”
I stand confused, when Delkar opens the door looking even more surprised. I understand, what she is thinking right now. She might be thinking, what am I doing at her quarter again and again? This means, Wangmo has lied about her invitation. Instead of Delkar, inviting me inside, Wangmo looks at me and says, “Come inside, sir.”
As I follow her, Delkar closes the door and looks at Wangmo. Looking back at her, Wangmo says calmly, “Tea ready?”
Without saying a word, Delkar walks towards the kitchen silently, when I sit opposite to her. Catching the TV remote, she says, “Did you know something, sir?”
Looking around, the room filled with pictures frames of Rinpoches, I look at her, “Nope. What are you talking about?”
Taking a glance at the kitchen, looking back at my eyes, she says, “Chezom came to library twice yesterday.”
“Hmmm. She asked about you.”
Surprised by her words, I ask her, “What?”
Switching on the TV, Wangmo whispers, “She is jealous.”
Chapter 12 Tomorrow @ 9PM.

Wednesday, November 15, 2017

Why are graduates still unemployed?

Have you ever wondered, why are we here in this renowned college? Not to mention, we all forget that we are being sent here basically to learn and grow both physically and mentally to face the reality of the world, beyond the campus of this college. Yes, many of us proudly say that we are the future nation builders, the leaders of tomorrow, but did you ever question, “Why are graduates still unemployed?How many of us really thought about this? Maybe, one third or even lesser than that. To find an answer to this question, I could not sleep peacfully last night, therefore, I have asked some of our senior graduates regarding this issue, who are still hunting for jobs, working hard day in, day out to earn a living.
Various factors contributing to graduates unemplyment are: Firstly, the attitude of the youth which plays a very crucial role in presenting oneself in front of the interview panel members, secondly, the mismatch of vacancies and course taken, where the announced vacancies are not relevent to the courses taken by the students back in their colleges. Thirdly, due to the increased number of graduates every year, the vacancies are limited thus when driven by the competition, graduates with low marks are being left out as the shortlisting is based on marks. Low marks in college can be related to factors like the choice of stream in class XII, where students choose the stream not based on their interest and aptitude but taking blindly driven by marks and family pressure, affecting performance in college.

Fourthly, graduates are not being able to take up business venture of their own and get involved in entrepreneurship, due to lack of limited funds and lesser scope in Bhutan, thus remaining unemployed, looking for civil service, which takes limited number of graduates every year. Lastly, graduates are not keen in taking so-called the blue collar jobs, which are plenty in private due to low income and lack of dignity of labour. Job security plays an important role in working private, thus discouraging graduates to join private companies as the job in private is not as secure as in government. Not to forget about the corrupt practice in selecting the relatives and known ones for various vacancies leaving behind those graduates from the poor family backgrounds, though they have good marks.

To conclude, unemployment is related to various factors like; the limited vacancy in the civil service, the increased number of graduates leading to intense competition, lack of the entreprenurial skills where many graduates are afraid to take risk, and the mismatch of youth’s job preference and the available opportunities in the market, where the graduates prefer white collar jobs to blue collar and finally, the cases of both seen and unseen cases of nepotism.

Thus, taking this opportunity to write this, I want to convey the message here. Everyone of us  here in this college is due to our good performance and interest or maybe due to the external preconditions being imposed upon by our family, now  it is high time for all of us to learn and grow, pursue the dreams that we want to achieve, not somebody’s. Let us not just seat and act like a poodle toy rather let us be fearless and brave to tackle the challenges that lie beyond this campus, keeping in mind that everything is possible if you do with your heart not being forced upon by someone.