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Upon the call of my inner bell
To visit the tiny town Pemegatshel
I gaily and gallantly rode my faithful scooter,
Full of enthusiasm, joy and vigor.
As I drove over the sickly road winding
From Nangkor to Pemagatshel battling,
Saw the Little Buddhas splendidly lined up
All along the road, their heads bowed.

So radiant their eyes
And so heavenly were their faces.
Overflowed they the weary road
By their supreme adoration and peak of admiration.
As I got close,
To their priming they rose
To pour their honour treasure
Which no earthly scale can measure.
With profound devotion and powerful emotion
They murmured: “Apchi sir uncha (Apchi sir is coming)!
Then they rained their greeting shower
In a divine stature:
“Good afternoon sir!
Dipping me in ecstasy and rapture.

A wondrous light permeated far and near
That detached me from the world of desire.
The dusty road appeared serene and sanctified;
The earth and air pure and perfumed;
The sky clad with rainbows;
And heavenly music  everywhere.
These all were magic spells
Of the Little Buddhas’ purity and divinity.

Their number was endless
And their love was boundless.
March 28, the Thursday’s view
When the year 2006 stood almost new.
To reciprocate their gesture holy
I nodded my head with helmet slowly.
In 13 KM journey
I met groups of Little Buddhas many
In their sacred poise and posture
That made me rise higher and sink deeper
And inquire of the wonder beyond imagination.
At last I got reply from within:
“They are the rays of the Mighty Buddha
Who recognize the flame of the Supreme Father
In their beloved teachers.

Thus up and down the Little Buddhas routinely go
With Book- laden bags on their backs.
They walk in rhymes and rhythm
Over the Himalayan hills and valleys, roads and rivers
When each day the Bhutanese schools get over.

But the vision of the Little Buddhas only appear
If we devote to rise higher and sink deeper.

                                                                                                     Santosh Chowdhury
                                                                                                   Ex-teacher, Bhutan




(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.


My dear students, brothers and sisters and friends of Bhutan, As I along with forty nine of our Indian brothers and sisters have been granted privilege by the Ministry of Education, Royal Government of Bhutan, to be a guest at the Golden Jubilee celebration of the historical Indo-Bhutan Friendship in Thimphu on the auspicious occasion of Bhutanese Teachers’ Day, Wednesday 2 May2018, I would like to request you all who are in and around Thimphu to give me an opportunity to meet you by your presence at the august occasion. I will feel renewed and rewarded in your loving presence and sacred touch. My family and I will reach Thimphu on April 30 and stay till May 2. The Ministry of Education has made arrangement for our accommodation but we do not know where. However, our where about can be traced through phone call to this No. 17447760 ( Dechen Wangmo, ex-student of Nangkor HSS) or at the HOTEL RIVERSIDE RECEPTION COUNTER. Let us be together at the glorious celebration of the great frien…


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.