Jigsher: Host of our Love.

Gone were those happy moments,where,
We remained tuned to the songs that
Played in the name of luv,indeed,
A calf-love but cherished fullthrotedly.

Still, sweetest words waive my sense,
As I turn over those lyrics that you
Have penned with great lexicality,when
At times, I was made buoyant object.

Your sweet name, ours? made jointly,
Blended from JIgme and Sherub, with
The wishes, never to apart,
As the name itself is!

Alas, true to the nature's nature,
Everything must change; so was our love,
With the nature's divine, we 've fallen,
A curse that would be naught, to spell!

Seasons took its turn,but remain we,embedded,
Strong, in our cutiest love, prayed,
To the Almighty love, let the season wheel,
But, not to wine the fate to topsy- turvy.

As destined, we met, for a time too less,
And,departed without a farewell,too,
The blooming dreams that we had,gradually,
Ceases to blossom as we drifted far way.

Little, had we known, that it was early,
Pouring the every inch of heartout,
Was an unexpected nemesis;now,
When, all these pangs of thoughts glare,naked!

Glamorous scene becomes less interested,
Even, the hairstyling habit are fretted,
Life seems to dragging towards,
Hollow Island, where the poets usually resides.

Jigsher Nite: Breaking the rules... A Reunion!!!

Do anything sort of party/gathering go without a list of drinks in a menu? Exceptionals, mosh? But most believes, a parties without a few sip of wine do not heat them up and feels hard to get along with the moment. Generally, the mixed of these elements surely do makes a gathering spirited-up, hitting some steps of M.Jackson; few trying hard to throttle-out lines of lyrics, which ultimately make the remaining silences to burst their lungs out!
But, we are wrong as so-called conservationists puts -in, a parties/gathering can be enjoyable without the said vapourisers, too....Heeding to this, we seniors, organized a small gathering for the freshers in the institute, under the occasion "Jigsher Reunion". The party kicked-off with tea and snacks and some waffling introductions across the oldies and newcomers (ex-jigsherpas). Drinks were restricted for the nite. This is for the first time, the Jigsherpas had to undergo a party without a drinks, which was their hard life................Hard times?......... Yes, since none of the student coming from the Khaling school remain aloof without a taste of it! ................Ask any fellow who studied there, only one or two may be pure. The culture of drinking has been embedded from the time they are confined in the serenity of Khaling. But, the true nature of Khaling(Jigsher-Ever Higher,ever Onward) has still been strongly withheld in the heart of each seed that She had nurtured.......In the occasion to celebrate those moments, the "Jigsher Nite" have been purely enjoyed and surprise........none complained with the abscence of that! The first ever rule to have been broken............! Everybody felt satisfied...satisfied in the sense, because for the first time, they realized the truth behind a party worth enjoying without a drinks...................Thank You Bros and Sis for your coming and making this moment lively!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Beautiful days in Jigsher......

Ah! Six o’ clock, alarm rang sonorously,
Reluctantly, woke and peeped out,
The blue firmament decked with clouds
And, the calendar marked 20th June,2003.

Peer….eeer! there goes the whistle.
Hastily, with little splash, readied for the morn study,
After, which, comes the ever-flaming desire, slurring,
Walked with juggling plate to swallow a mounted fried rice.

My gho, albeit in ruff and tuff, damned less,
Fall in line to let heartiest hymnal song
To Him “ the God of Wisdom”
And, full-throatedly, a wishful hymn to “ our beloved crown”.

After a short but heart- rending prayer,
Who should be waiting there at the corridor?
A well-built man. Sir Lhundrup, vigilant on dress
Hanged on three parted whip in his hand.

Lash! Printed a pale green mark,
Walked towards class in lamed manner,
Teasing fans voices gushed in, “ any happening, Jim?”
With, semi- crashed face , retort I, “ a piece of Driglam Namzha”.

After all, the painful day ran swiftly
Till the last yellowish rounded metal gong,
But the pale green mark still keeps me reminding
The unforgettable days in Jigsher, mixed joys of yesteryears, hard to forget.

Jigsher:… Ever Higher..Ever Onward…..

Under the ever brightening blue sky,
Enclosed within by mountains at all faces;
Amidst, emerged a heaven of learning, as always,
The best of the best in the Land of Peaceful Druk.

“Thank You, Father Mackey”,
We’re indebted for your unfathomable kindness,
Our sincerest prayers for you, unwavered,
Will remain your spiritual soul in the heaven of tranquility.

Nevertheless, we aren’t forgetful, of all,
To our founding “Father of Modern Education”,
The late Druk Gyalpo, with undying dynamism,
The temple took its shape, to become a sacred shrine.




Thousands of scholars and learners, fortunately,
Tasted the true root of education,
From this very land of golden shrine of Lord,
With greater enlightenment and joy as years went by!

Hitherto, name of the school stood high, flaming;
Fame flourished like the sun of the eternal glory,
Budding scholars and heartfelt teachers never let it down,
Instead, Jigsher will rise like a lode star.

We, the family of Jigsher, shall not forget the motto:
“Ever Higher…..Ever Onward…” the march will continue,
And, shall keep the high spirit of Jigsher,
With an infinite flame of love and reverence!

Factional Society

As I recently went through the weekly news article in Bhutan Observer, I came across an eye-catching title “After money or Education” which lured me into read the fact that many of our Bhutanese youth are indeed sacrificing so much in a different ways for or the other purpose, in the society. We rational beings cannot deny the fact that nature bounds to its creation and are disposed to innumerable sections, which we usually coin names such as rich, poor, healthy, unhealthy, et al. that am sure anyone have felt and termed it. Still, it is disheartening to view, a section of our youth sweatily laboring on the roadside with the stone boulders unimaginable of its astronomical size; aiming to earn a penny and back-up their educationing necessities. I, personally and truly feels sad, it pains my heart when we enjoy the scene. Despite their physical inabilities, most of the students toil, skinning out their fragile physique, taking less or no care on their lives. The recent road accident, which about to claim a life of a student of Dremtse, working on Monggar-Trashigang Highway, is a serious thought that we individual must look more into. Yes, it’s a universal fact that youth are the builders of tomorrow but we mustn’t forget them today. The privilege of youth is what we are into but when such unbearable scene comes in clear view, being Buddhist, one’s heart of stone shouldn’t remain un-melt. Beside, girls, are the most vulnerable and are victims of so many unwanted inhuman issues; upsurges like a flame, quaking the media, where you and I, solely responsible for all these. As a consequence, with a reason or two, the female literacy rate remains far below than the level we expect.

Why the youth are into drugs? The mostly shooted-out answer from their gagged voice, one can hear is, due to discontentment. Why discontentment? To experience a hard life, while their equals enjoy the heavenly bliss, they are forced into such male factories, ultimately brandishing them as juvenile delinquents. This may sound philosophical, but, with due respect to the social thinkers, it is truth and the truth must fall open. Psychologically, to groom a youth for the better morrow, IA think, it’s not a constructive educational method. They should feel and sense the beautiful picture in life which shall generate a far better future.

On the other hand, the youth in the urban areas usually called as bourgeois society are at the most, making their productive use of time in enhancing their educational stand. It is laudable scene Bhutan has come a long way in introducing such kind of activities for the youth to keep themselves away from idleness. The established Youth Centre with its various creative and well-fed programmes augment certain groups of youth. But, such kind of centre meant for the purposeful youth is disparagingly absent in the Eastern part, where it constitutes two-third of school-goer youths in the country. Such disparity compels the society to lag in every step they are onto. Luckier ones, mostly the well-of are safely engages in their activities.

Truthfully, to hear different stories of the youth in a same society, like a face of coin, gives me immense aching beat, and it might have gave the same thud to you all beings. The real pain must be borne by every individual and should, we react to what is beneficial to build a fruitful citizenry. Now, the times are on, and the government must do something before our youth are transcended to good-for-nothing creature, while the nature still offers a space to take an extra mile for the better tomorrow. Let us respect, understand and give them what they deserve rather building a chasm of disgruntlements between youths in the society, where-in, not at least on this Buddhist land.