- By Jamyang Drolkar Phuntsho (Year 5) One fine morning, our hero stared through the window, thinking "Maths is so boring.." But just as he was thinking he was called to the blackboard to write the answer to a question. He had no clue what the question was. Our hero started to panic. He thought "I can't do this! I'm no match for a question I didn't hear!" Everyone in class was watching, he couldn’t think straight with all the thoughts of failure swirling through his mind. So he guessed the answer. Not with one number. Not with two. Not with three. Not with four. Not with five. SIX whole numbers. Others thought he was stupid to put six numbers into one answer. Some thought he was certain to have the wrong answer. Our hero just had to have hope. The teacher stepped forward. As quiet as a mouse. She took one look. Another one. And looked so surprised she could hold a surpr...
Down by the river On, and across the dark rocks Drops of life In full beauty, Now with spring The cherries blossom In the thickets of the streets Along the hopes of time I walk… Looking for a familiar face In the crowd, you stand Among the cherry blossoms of my thoughts Now, beside a barren tree, I rest Basking in your love. Cherry blossom in the air Beauty against the wind of times To love is transporting Beautiful, but hurting Painful, yet not lasting Here, but ever changing Will we ever die? And forever live? Passing thoughts, pressing moments Moving crowds, falling blossoms Rising hopes, dying reality But, for now In the spring of hopes, In the blossom of flowers, In the dew drops of mornings, In bosom of your warm thoughts Life moves on, ever beautiful…
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,...
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