Graduation Day

One time in life, my option was to become a teacher. That was either to study in Samtse or Paro College of Education. It was nobody’s influence. But my own genuine call of heart. That was when I was in my middle secondary school.

I studied hard.

With very good marks I got to opt for science as my major in higher secondary studies. There were three options again. Either I opt for Biology or Mathematics or study both;  bio-math. I was in dilemma for few months whether to leave Biology or take both. Finally my decision was bold. I majored my studies in Mathematics.

More hard work I had put in.

I have my own reason for the hard work. I am a son of farmer. The suffering of my father and stature of have-not of my parents impelled me to study more and hard. With unexpected result in twelfth standard, I was qualified for professional studies outside country and was ranked in top twenties overall. 

Hard work alone do not count all the time. For disadvantaged boy like me after class twelve, there was no one to help. When my friends went for selection interview for professional courses I was left behind.

I can not and will not forget that moment in my life. It was 6^th March 2008, the day for selection interview for various professional courses. At that time, I was engaged in temporary job with Kuensel store to make little earnings. It was hectic job shifting heavy bulks of paper.  I saw my friends waiting for other friends near Thimphu Chorten. They were going for the interview. They saw me passing down the footpath with my lunch box. It was saddest moment and I couldn’t wish good luck nor stare at them. Same feeling was felt on them too. They were helpless. The best possibility was to continue my steps down the footpath with heavy heart. I cried for the first time as grown-up boy.

It was a moment of real sadness.

Within a year after serving as Assistant Chemist in private organization, I got an equivalent opportunity to study again. I got admitted in College of Science and Technology with major in Civil Engineering. I studied hard and now it is time for me to leave this wonderful college.

As I fold my arms today, I am proud to be ONE!

Today as I complete my training and fold my arms I feel proud to be ONE. I dedicate the moment and degree to my great father who is happy with the news. I miss you dad. See you soon back home.

Tomorrow is my graduation day.

Time for the lotus to bloom

Never in my life will I hate mud. Sometimes I assure the rose and the lotus poignant the charm of my serenity being. My heart became bustling with enchanted ecstasy and agony then. And again it is not my right to hate those.

Learning is the most beautiful phenomena in the world. Ofcousrse, the highest, that is true, we are mundane matters without learning.

I have seen lotus and rose grow from the dirty mud. They come out of the mud. I was dirty even. I don’t hate mud. I behold and blend those to define my tune characters to be good gentleman. Yes, it is time for the lotus to bloom. Otherwise how can I help the mud to release the lotus?

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Helped the mud; taken care of the mud, so that I can conceive of handsome gentleman. If you see the lotus, you can’t believe that it comes out of dirty mud. But it comes: it is the expression of dirty mud.

Not many days are left for me to get pluck from the campus garden and work somewhere. And yes, I am graduating soon.