Tuesday, 15 December 2009
Strange Phenomenon
This young man belonged to that class, which constitutes one of the strange phenomena of our life, which is as much part of Thimphu citizenry as a person seen in a dream is a part of the real world. This unique class is the most remarkable in a city where migration from rural areas to urban centers seeking a better life is a common phenomenon.
Our young man was a class twelve PCA (pass certificate awarded) candidate. But, who was not eligible for further studies. A strange phenomenon, do you not agree?
A dropout after class twelve!
A dropout in the land of mountains, a dropout in the land of Drukpas, where everything is green, rough, pale, grey, and misty.
These dropouts bear little resemblance to their Bhutanese counterparts, as proud and peace-loving as Bhutan and its mountains; these, on the contrary, are, for the most part, kind and meek people, shy and unworldly, people who are quietly devoted to job seeking, and fond of drinking beer with their two friends in a small bar, modestly discussing the subject closest to their hearts and scorning all luxury.
They are frequently endowed with genuine talent, and were the fresh wind of new jobs to blow on them this talent would probably blossom as freely, generously, and brightly as a potted plant which has at last been brought outdoors into the fresh air.
On the whole, they are timid: a star and an imposing desire will reduce them to such a state of trepidation that they involuntarily lower their taste to join the National Institute of Education.
Such type was our young man, 'the dropout after class twelve ' Yezer, shy and retiring, but nourishing in his heart sparks of feeling, ready to burst into flame at the first appointment as an apprentice teacher in some school.
Our young man was a class twelve PCA (pass certificate awarded) candidate. But, who was not eligible for further studies. A strange phenomenon, do you not agree?
A dropout after class twelve!
A dropout in the land of mountains, a dropout in the land of Drukpas, where everything is green, rough, pale, grey, and misty.
These dropouts bear little resemblance to their Bhutanese counterparts, as proud and peace-loving as Bhutan and its mountains; these, on the contrary, are, for the most part, kind and meek people, shy and unworldly, people who are quietly devoted to job seeking, and fond of drinking beer with their two friends in a small bar, modestly discussing the subject closest to their hearts and scorning all luxury.
They are frequently endowed with genuine talent, and were the fresh wind of new jobs to blow on them this talent would probably blossom as freely, generously, and brightly as a potted plant which has at last been brought outdoors into the fresh air.
On the whole, they are timid: a star and an imposing desire will reduce them to such a state of trepidation that they involuntarily lower their taste to join the National Institute of Education.
Such type was our young man, 'the dropout after class twelve ' Yezer, shy and retiring, but nourishing in his heart sparks of feeling, ready to burst into flame at the first appointment as an apprentice teacher in some school.
# posted by Sonam Phuntsho @ Tuesday, December 15, 2009 
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