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LITTLE BUDDHAS! (A Tribute To The 2nd May)

Upon the call of my inner bell,
I hurried on my whining wheel.
As I drove over the sickly road,
From Nangkor to Pemagatshel bored,
I saw the little Buddhas stood,
All along the road, their heads bowed.

So radiant their eyes,
And so lovely their size,
Which flooded the weary road,
By their capturing rapturous mood.
As I got close,
To their priming they rose,
To offer their honour- treasure,
Which no earthly scale can measure;
Sang their words with profound zeal and zest,
That surpassed all the amazement of the east.

A wondrous light permeated far and near,
That detached me from the world of desire.
They cleansed the dusty road,
With the wind of their Buddhahood.
Perfumed all the earth and air,
By the fragrance of simplicity and care;
Music divine of their heart,
Was heard in all the ears of art.
Rainbows of their inner spectrum inner,
Adorned the sky beyond compare.

Their number was endless,
And their love was boundless.
March 28, the Thursday’s view,
When the 2006 stood almost new.
To reciprocate their gesture holy,
I nodded my head with helmet slowly.
Marvelled, Ianalysed along the way,
Their philosophy,to so much sway.

At last came a reply from within:
“They’re the manifestations of Buddha,
Who find every living being suddha(pure),
And a ray of the Cosmic light,
That glows effulgent by Buddha’s might.
So, they cherish to honour their teachers
As they flash their light divine.’

Thus up and down the Bhuddhas go,
When all the schools their last whistles blow.
But the vision of the Buddhas does appear
Only in the eye of those who sincerely aspire.

Santosh Chowdhury


  1. and to the peerless teacher I bow
    in whose heart radiance always glow
    like the rays of the sun that has no defilement
    you always rejoice in your little Buddha's fulfillment.


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(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”