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O Divine Qr. NO. P-VII/10,
The serene and sacred seat!
I prostrate before you.
So grand! So splendid! So heavenly!
Was your state, strategy and stature.
And so saintly, so motherly, so queenly
Was your look, love, compassion and generosity.
When I was homeless at the Himalayan Chukha,
You sheltered, nurtured and nourished me
Like a mother does for her newly born baby.

Though you are called a house,
To me you were a lap of love and grace
Where I was blessed to be seated
To enjoy many ecstatic experiences.

Five years of my life in your lofty lap
Was a period of fullness, highness and holiness.
I gratefully acknowledge, O Divine house,
I am rebuilt in the shower of your blessings.

You, the supreme abode dawned my day:
Every morning at three and dipped me
Into the elixir of Tagore’s holy Gitanjali.
I chanted the divine songs loudly and slowly
Impregnating the virgin hours and air with divinity
For health and happiness, peace and prosperity
Protection and purity of the entire humanity.

O my treasure house! If I were a swallow,
When there would be no rules to follow,
I would quietly fly to the Chukha sky
And descend on the green roof
Of your mysterious seat every dawn and evening
Which no one would forbid, notice and know.  

Thus in ecstasy, like a mystic, I would savour the ethereal view:
The kingly sun kissing the snow-capped mountains
And the Queenly celestial eyes and illuminating face;
The high born Wangchhu’s vigorous dance and melody;
The Zangthopelri’s  breath-taking and soul lifting majesty;
My Little Buddhas with their books and bags
Waving their holy hands and casting heavenly glance
From the school bus that runs past the house.
The enchanting vast view as if from a Dover Beach
Which made my life with my wife high and rich.
At dawn and dusk mother wind’s soft and serene touch;
The fresh and pristine sun - the morning crown
And all the rest of the supreme scenes and sights
That Lord has given to Chukha dreamland.


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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”