Profession is the revered paid occupation that requires advanced educaton, training and dexterity; which in fact is the univesal element -the sun, the moon and the stars giving colours to glow our life admidst the countless heads.
Making the right choice of profession is imperative for shaping its shape; for thousands of professional courses are waiting for the man of will, determination and diligence to reach.Choosing the profession is like selecting the correct shoes based on colour, size and texture. The wrongly chosen shoes are the sources of discomfort, discontentment,depressions and disappointment to the users and the same is true for the person in the wrong shoes of profession.
What is done is never undone.Once the pofessional course is chosen, it take our life,money and harmonious peace of our mind while pursuing for another desired profession. Though not many, few of the young learners are trapped and whipped and victimized under the tyrant hand of alcoholism and drugs.In realism, wrong profession has paramount sources of appallingly negative impact in our life for it bleeds our heart with sadness, shed profuse tears as summer rain, add burden to the parent-the burden of guilt, grief and remorse.
Showing the sense of courtesy, respect andhonour to the profession is essential in the journey of one's life. Nobody-not the single hair in the society wil value such man as a man, unless he showers utmost respect to the course he is undergoing.Uless he is contented with the chosen course, how can he value it as the special course?Later on his life will be doomed and his once blooming, harmonious life will definitely be beaten by the whip of sufferings and sorrows.
Ritual befor the advent of disease and the drain before the advent of rain lets swim deeply, deeply down the various oceans of the courses to observe, analyze and study which is the most apt able.Remember as far as we are in the right profession, it brings dramatic positive changes in our life:fulfilment of long coveted dream, great satisfaction and contentment, embellishment of our life with the colour of peace and happiness which in turn radiate to the achievement of the hopes and aspiration of our parents.
Well, there are many ways by which we can have access to the ever flowing courses the world has to offer. Browsing through the inernet, enquiring the man of letter, attending the seminars etc are some of the many ways by which we can have access to reach the perfect place of profession and be the glowig moon, though not feasible to be twinkling stars in the azure heaven.'If you want to make your dream comes true, you must wake up'.Its right time, right time to wake up from the deep slumber,dear friends,and concoct firm consolidated decision and float along with the right profession, for nation has entrusted us with the huge roles and responsibilities as a special citizen.
Lets take the duty seriously to strengthen national pillars of support towards the achievement of national goals to uplift the nation which was already placed in the palm of our hand by the former philanthropic governor- The fourth king Jigme Singye Wangchuck
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Little married couple
The horizon of Yebilaptsa Middle Secondary School was embellished with the rainbow of peace and tranquility. There were swarming masses of the teachers and students flowing into the M.P hall to mark the inter house cultural event. And Dorji was one of the audiences for the programme.
As the cultural event commenced to draw cheers, thrills and fun among the audience, Dorji's eyes got adhered to the bewitching beauty of a girl.To his astonishment she was a piece of a heavenly angel sent from the heaven to quench the people's thirst for music and rhythmic dances. Sweet notes of voice emanating from her sparkling lips were so thrilling that each and every sleeping organs came to live. The jewel of his attention was conquered by her splendid move. "I think she is an angel designed by the almighty for me", Dorji whispered to his friend Sherab whose senses were fully engrossed in ever flowing song.
"Look, there are lots of similarities between us," Dorji continued, despite Sherab's reluctance to listen to his whisper."I heard that she is Yangzom, from the same district, sharing the same tongue, following the same religion and so forth". His attention was gobbled up by the performance in which the girl who touched his eyes was the lead performer.
Dorji was in class seven and the girl was in class eight. The academic session flew smoothly and silently; there was no interactions amongst them for they are strangers to each other. "Hey dear", a shrill voices coming from the corner of the class began. Her hair was black and fleecy, the pair of her glowing eyes were fixed on his, her body was slim, and aroma of her body was tantalizing."Are you from Zhemgang?" "Yes I am from Zhemgang", he responded to her question with the tinge of smile on his cheek.
Their conversation was followed by series of long silence.Gush of thoughts ran through Dorji's mind which inflicted heavy pain."Your name is Dema rite?" he questioned her with the mark of embarrassment and shyness. "Yes, you are right," she answered him. "Oh thanks!" his monotonous voice continued. "Hey do you know the girl who was the lead dancer in yesterday's welcome dance? She is amazing! I will be extremely delighted if you kindly gave me her details." "To tell you the truth, she is my sister, the youngest in our family", she said as she turned away to withdraw her gaze from his."And if you are really in love with her, I am ready to help you out but it solely depends on her to accept you as her boy."
He dispatched a letter stating his hungriness to spent the rest of life with her. He was happy but nervous to receive a chit from her that read: 'Dear, thank you for the letter. It was sweet but I can not guarantee my heart to you as you are a stranger to me. I will just put thoughts on it and let you know soon. Take good care.'
Dorji saw himself in the heaven filled with unprecedented joy. He took every step to win her heart, worked day and night to complete her assignment and homework, wished her birthday with attractive gifts and exhibited everything in such a way not to reveal his darker side to her.
A week later he was surprised to see the girl with a bunch of red rose waiting on his way to hostel. "Dorji, I love you so much from the bottom of my heart," the girl went on. Will you marry me?". And their relationship begun. The bond of romanticism that bound their affair was too strong that they were deaf to the advice of the teachers and happily got married. For them nothing proves to be more rewarding than lovely affair and sacrificed their education for the successful relationship. They became educated farmer and lived happily ever after
As the cultural event commenced to draw cheers, thrills and fun among the audience, Dorji's eyes got adhered to the bewitching beauty of a girl.To his astonishment she was a piece of a heavenly angel sent from the heaven to quench the people's thirst for music and rhythmic dances. Sweet notes of voice emanating from her sparkling lips were so thrilling that each and every sleeping organs came to live. The jewel of his attention was conquered by her splendid move. "I think she is an angel designed by the almighty for me", Dorji whispered to his friend Sherab whose senses were fully engrossed in ever flowing song.
"Look, there are lots of similarities between us," Dorji continued, despite Sherab's reluctance to listen to his whisper."I heard that she is Yangzom, from the same district, sharing the same tongue, following the same religion and so forth". His attention was gobbled up by the performance in which the girl who touched his eyes was the lead performer.
Dorji was in class seven and the girl was in class eight. The academic session flew smoothly and silently; there was no interactions amongst them for they are strangers to each other. "Hey dear", a shrill voices coming from the corner of the class began. Her hair was black and fleecy, the pair of her glowing eyes were fixed on his, her body was slim, and aroma of her body was tantalizing."Are you from Zhemgang?" "Yes I am from Zhemgang", he responded to her question with the tinge of smile on his cheek.
Their conversation was followed by series of long silence.Gush of thoughts ran through Dorji's mind which inflicted heavy pain."Your name is Dema rite?" he questioned her with the mark of embarrassment and shyness. "Yes, you are right," she answered him. "Oh thanks!" his monotonous voice continued. "Hey do you know the girl who was the lead dancer in yesterday's welcome dance? She is amazing! I will be extremely delighted if you kindly gave me her details." "To tell you the truth, she is my sister, the youngest in our family", she said as she turned away to withdraw her gaze from his."And if you are really in love with her, I am ready to help you out but it solely depends on her to accept you as her boy."
He dispatched a letter stating his hungriness to spent the rest of life with her. He was happy but nervous to receive a chit from her that read: 'Dear, thank you for the letter. It was sweet but I can not guarantee my heart to you as you are a stranger to me. I will just put thoughts on it and let you know soon. Take good care.'
Dorji saw himself in the heaven filled with unprecedented joy. He took every step to win her heart, worked day and night to complete her assignment and homework, wished her birthday with attractive gifts and exhibited everything in such a way not to reveal his darker side to her.
A week later he was surprised to see the girl with a bunch of red rose waiting on his way to hostel. "Dorji, I love you so much from the bottom of my heart," the girl went on. Will you marry me?". And their relationship begun. The bond of romanticism that bound their affair was too strong that they were deaf to the advice of the teachers and happily got married. For them nothing proves to be more rewarding than lovely affair and sacrificed their education for the successful relationship. They became educated farmer and lived happily ever after
The destiny.
Tenzin was very simple and shy boy, originally from the backward family. He was religious and fond of offering prayers every now and then. His father who was one of the lay monks in the community lit the religious life of his only boy by propounding the religion through the religious manuscripts. Tenzin’s mind found no where to wonder but to engaged in the religious chore in the community like chanting Buddhist Scripts,performing rituals and so forth. He was also engrossed in the art of meditation under the guidance of the father. It continued till he was beaten with the age for Schooling.
To his amazement, Tenzin found himself amidst the crowded head in the school which was three days work from the village. The boy was grown up in the village where he could hardly find peer groups to play; it gives him immense emotional burden to be with the tens of hundreds of new faces in the school. He cried on the top of his lung so that his parent won’t leave him all alone; for him socializing was a kind of punishment. His mother was there to wipe the rolling tears off the eyes with the continuous empathetic words to anew the sadden heart.
And the day came,so evil was the day for him when his parent told him the biggest lie. “Tenzin, today we will be going to the village to fetch you rations.” Said his father.”We will be coming within six days, so never cry”.”All right dad” the boy replied,”but make sure that you come soon.” “Don’t worry son”,the father went on,”we will be back very soon.” So they broke the chain of bonding as the mother bid adieu to the son. Weeks and months went by but there was no signs of return. He wept a lot until Leki came to befriend him. He gave him comfort and solace and thus they developed a strong bond of friendship. And still they are friend and they will be friend till their last breath.
It was Leki who really transformed naive attitude of Tenzin into a dynamic personality. The year flew away like the dry leaves blown away by the wind. Tenzin studied industriously and came up with the flying marks. He was adulated by the teachers and friends for his wonderful performance in the academics. No doubt he was the topper till 9th standard and thereafter his performance declined yet he managed to crossed the bar set by the ministry of education to step up to study in 11th standard. He joined in Bioscience with the hope to be a doctor until his health was fired with illness just a day was left for him to appear for the common exam. His dream shattered into pieces and blew away from the tip of his mind. He woke up with whole body fraught with the sweat and the heavy head as the rays of morning sun peeped through the window as the time for the exam pushed him out of the room.
The warden persuaded Tenzin not to appear the exam but he didn’t gave the heed. Even the supervisor told him the same yet he turned his deaf ears to her words.Off the race for the exam started. The boy struggled a lot to write the answers as the shivering body inhibited from doing so.
After two months the result was declaired. Tenzin didn’t give a damn to the news thinking that he missed the opportunities for tertiary education . His friend Thup informed him that he got 72% and was eligible for scholarship. As said by his friend Thup, he applied for the scholarship and got hell of options to choose. Many of his friends persuaded not to go for Nursing. Despite of repeated warning he joined in nursing field. Nursing field will always follow wherever he goes like the shadow and nursing profession will be running his life ,and thats his destiny.
To his amazement, Tenzin found himself amidst the crowded head in the school which was three days work from the village. The boy was grown up in the village where he could hardly find peer groups to play; it gives him immense emotional burden to be with the tens of hundreds of new faces in the school. He cried on the top of his lung so that his parent won’t leave him all alone; for him socializing was a kind of punishment. His mother was there to wipe the rolling tears off the eyes with the continuous empathetic words to anew the sadden heart.
And the day came,so evil was the day for him when his parent told him the biggest lie. “Tenzin, today we will be going to the village to fetch you rations.” Said his father.”We will be coming within six days, so never cry”.”All right dad” the boy replied,”but make sure that you come soon.” “Don’t worry son”,the father went on,”we will be back very soon.” So they broke the chain of bonding as the mother bid adieu to the son. Weeks and months went by but there was no signs of return. He wept a lot until Leki came to befriend him. He gave him comfort and solace and thus they developed a strong bond of friendship. And still they are friend and they will be friend till their last breath.
It was Leki who really transformed naive attitude of Tenzin into a dynamic personality. The year flew away like the dry leaves blown away by the wind. Tenzin studied industriously and came up with the flying marks. He was adulated by the teachers and friends for his wonderful performance in the academics. No doubt he was the topper till 9th standard and thereafter his performance declined yet he managed to crossed the bar set by the ministry of education to step up to study in 11th standard. He joined in Bioscience with the hope to be a doctor until his health was fired with illness just a day was left for him to appear for the common exam. His dream shattered into pieces and blew away from the tip of his mind. He woke up with whole body fraught with the sweat and the heavy head as the rays of morning sun peeped through the window as the time for the exam pushed him out of the room.
The warden persuaded Tenzin not to appear the exam but he didn’t gave the heed. Even the supervisor told him the same yet he turned his deaf ears to her words.Off the race for the exam started. The boy struggled a lot to write the answers as the shivering body inhibited from doing so.
After two months the result was declaired. Tenzin didn’t give a damn to the news thinking that he missed the opportunities for tertiary education . His friend Thup informed him that he got 72% and was eligible for scholarship. As said by his friend Thup, he applied for the scholarship and got hell of options to choose. Many of his friends persuaded not to go for Nursing. Despite of repeated warning he joined in nursing field. Nursing field will always follow wherever he goes like the shadow and nursing profession will be running his life ,and thats his destiny.
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Man is the architecture of his own fate
No man is great by imitation. All the world leaders are ordinary person. God has given paramount boons for each and every single hair dwelling in the world. So how dare anyone can tell that fate has concocted his life in this and that way? If we dive deep down the ocean of reality we can notice that even the ant has the capability to earn and live independently as human or any other living creatures do.
No one is to blame but myself, yourself,himself and so forth. The shape of life we assume presently reflects the mode of life we had led in the past,for the present is the son of the past.
Man can be what he wants to be but most of us surrender the covetous aspirations to fear, guilt and social criticism.Every human being is born to be someone based on the way he tune the melody of his life.
I can feel and see the wind of sarcasm howling and buzzing through my ear when someone blame all the happening for the karma,the fate, when its intentionally performed. We can rightly say that these are the people who are really immuned to humilation and embarrastment. How pridely they raise the voice on the top of the lung to say "its fated not bloated". Remember no dog will follow if goddamn bitch does not wag and wiggle its tail.
I disdain this word sorry. Its damn shit term that flow freely from the snarling mouth of the shit who has cause the blood to ooze out from someone's heart. How can a shit tell sorry when he has already inflicted unbearable pain? Sometimes I wonder why the world is so glutinous and voracious to tell the truth in lieu of telling lies that ends with hazarduous repurcussion on others? How can a world takes away the peace and happiness, and leave unwanted bullshit misery on others?
Its a source of nuisance when profound advice is given,its damn boring to listen to the discourse on any matters and its the source of uneasiness when lots of stuffs is taken. Let me just pen down here with, we are what we think not what fate does on us. Anything, good or bad, beautiful or ugly,success and failure,happiness and sorrow and what not, all are the products of our creation.
No one is to blame but myself, yourself,himself and so forth. The shape of life we assume presently reflects the mode of life we had led in the past,for the present is the son of the past.
Man can be what he wants to be but most of us surrender the covetous aspirations to fear, guilt and social criticism.Every human being is born to be someone based on the way he tune the melody of his life.
I can feel and see the wind of sarcasm howling and buzzing through my ear when someone blame all the happening for the karma,the fate, when its intentionally performed. We can rightly say that these are the people who are really immuned to humilation and embarrastment. How pridely they raise the voice on the top of the lung to say "its fated not bloated". Remember no dog will follow if goddamn bitch does not wag and wiggle its tail.
I disdain this word sorry. Its damn shit term that flow freely from the snarling mouth of the shit who has cause the blood to ooze out from someone's heart. How can a shit tell sorry when he has already inflicted unbearable pain? Sometimes I wonder why the world is so glutinous and voracious to tell the truth in lieu of telling lies that ends with hazarduous repurcussion on others? How can a world takes away the peace and happiness, and leave unwanted bullshit misery on others?
Its a source of nuisance when profound advice is given,its damn boring to listen to the discourse on any matters and its the source of uneasiness when lots of stuffs is taken. Let me just pen down here with, we are what we think not what fate does on us. Anything, good or bad, beautiful or ugly,success and failure,happiness and sorrow and what not, all are the products of our creation.
Nursing
When the silence of the peace was shattered by the ragging war, when the arena was flooded with the blood,when the hills were formed with death bodies, when the people were living in the state of misery,pain and suffering;nowhere from the heaven descended Florence Nightingale to help the needy, cure the pain with her gentle touch, heal the wound with the loving care, suppress the emotional distress with the pour of sympathy and generiosity and give hopes to hoplessness. It was during this time,Nursing which is embellished with the flowers of arts and science came to being.
Like any other profession, nursing has its body of knowledge and scienctific principles. Nursing is an art for the skills required to perfomed nursing interventions are profound and its science for there is involvement of scientific rationale.
I as the son and the follower of Florence Nightingale, would like to dedicate all my life lending helping hand for the needy irrespective of colour, race, caste, creed and religion. All the interventions I take will be based on culture,values and ethics of a particular group of the people.
Like any other profession, nursing has its body of knowledge and scienctific principles. Nursing is an art for the skills required to perfomed nursing interventions are profound and its science for there is involvement of scientific rationale.
I as the son and the follower of Florence Nightingale, would like to dedicate all my life lending helping hand for the needy irrespective of colour, race, caste, creed and religion. All the interventions I take will be based on culture,values and ethics of a particular group of the people.
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