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Flashes of Memories (A Letter to Sonam Phuntsho, Zebrangsa,Pemagatshel)

Dear Sonam Phuntsho,

Hope you are well. I do not know where you are and what you are doing. As I am back to my hometown in India on retirement, I am reminiscing about my highly rewarded life and beautiful experiences with you all students in Bhutan. Of all the opportunities I had got to serve you students, my Little Buddhas, in  my eleven years at Nangkor Higher Secondary, Pemagatshel, GIVING YOU A LONG BATH on a Wednesday with my own hands in my bathroom in the GIRLS HOSTEL has been the most elevating and enriching and rewarding experience. It was in 1997 when Nangkor School was at its infancy and you were in Class PP or Class I, a day scholar student. You were afflicted with scabies very badly. Your whole body was full of wounds and pus. You had been suffering so much. The treatment from the hospital had worked little as you had not been able to maintain your personal hygiene. I was then the Health Incharge of the School, appointed by the Headmaster, Mr. Sonam Wangyel, the present Dasho Dzongda of Lhuentse.
I was Health Club coordinator as well. Every Wednesday, Club day, during club hours, giving bath to the under privileged students of Class PP and Class I with the help of the senior girls was one of my health service activities. Your sister, Ugyen Peldon was then in Class VII. One Wednesday I found your condition was the worst of all other children. So I took the responsibility to wash you with my own hands with a hope and thought that regular good bath for a week may heal you, while I left the other children to the care of the senior girls to wash them. I took you to my quarter in the girls hostel. When I removed your clothes and took you into my bathroom, you were lost. I scrubbed and washed your entire body for about half an hour. Your body was smeared with pus and blood. You cried: Acha…cha! Acha…cha! I felt pity for you but completed the bath cruelly for your recovery. After the bath I dried your body with a piece of clean cloth. Then I applied the yellow ointment, perhaps called Nitrofurazone all over your body. Next I told my wife to serve lunch. You ate the meal so heartily and understood that I was doing good to you. Thereafter, I called your sister Ugyen Peldon to my room and advised her to give you bath daily and apply the ointment. I also instructed her to produce you to me before the morning assembly everyday because I wanted to check whether she had done as I directed or not. Your caring and loving sister Ugyen Peldon had done the job so well that within a week you r scabies were gone and gradually you became one of the healthiest and smartest boy. You became so good in mathematics. Perhaps I was your class teacher when you were in Class VIII along with Sonam Phuntsho, Tandin Gyeltshen and others. I heard that you had graduated from Sherubtse College.Congratulations! I am proud of your success. May God bless you. You must not forget about the loving support and service you received from your sister Ugyen Peldon. You should always do something good for her. I want to know where and how she is. Take good care of your parents who have done so much for you. Always bear in mind the great message of Cicero who said: “Gratitude is not only the greatest of virtues but also the mother of all virtues.” 




(A Highly Inspiring and Motivating Life Story of Cheten Zangmo, Tsebar, Pemagatshel)

The wondrous life story of Mrs Cheten Zangmo might be an inspiration to many, as it is to me. The great lesson I have learned from her life is we can change anybody’s life through our sincere prayers, wishes and earnest desire coupled with the person’s cooperation. I had desperately wanted to see the little girl, Cheten Zangmo, in a noble position in her life and it did happen. This is the wonder of the mystery of mind.  Her entire life story could be filmed into a good movie. The story is thought-provoking and insight-giving.


Dear Cheten Zangmo & Tshewang Tashi, I can’t thank you enough for your love and kindness in offering us the wonderful opportunity to meet you yesterday, Saturday 4 January 2017, on your way back to S/Jongkhar. Your sense of gratefulness signals your further rise in life. Lord Anukul Chandra said: If you want to be great, learn how to be grateful. Cicero said: Gratitude is not only the greatest of all the virtues but also the mother of all the rest.


“O LORD, as I am too humble to express my gratitude to you for your incredible mercy, I prostrate before you in all humility and surrender myself to your feet. I am overwhelmed by your might and mercy.  You performed miracle through me and my Bhutanese student Thubten Dorji (Chanda), Pemagatshel, Eastern Bhutan. I never dreamt that you would utilize my crippled life in such a great need. I feel blessed and elevated to have been able to render my humble service to the devastated Bhutanese monk, a holy man, at Alipurduar Hospital on Wednesday and Thursday, 29 & 30 June 2016.”  


O Lord, what a blissful sight! Yonten Thinley smiles! The accident victim of 29th June 2016 at Madarihat, is bounced back to his healthy and holy life. What a wonderful gift you have bestowed upon the holy man! Myriads of prostrations before you, Father. I could learn you are always there to extend your healing touch when your children fall helpless. What can be a greater joy for me to see the monk radiating rays of his smile at me from the seat of his brother’s car, who was just a month ago lying in Alipurduar Hospital in a critical condition smeared with blood and crippled with multiple injuries.


I write this article to share my experience with and my observation of a teacher with a view to benefit my brothers and sisters elsewhere. It has been rightly said: A good teacher is more influential than a hundred priests. I could see the reflection, radiation and validation of the adage to a great extent from the life of Mr. K.C.Jose, senior lecturer, Samtse College of Education, Bhutan. In my letter entitled, “ Blessing of Bhutan: A farewell Tribute to Mr. K.C. Jose”