Monday, July 12, 2021

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ABSENCE OF SUMMER VACATION: A NECESSARY VISION


Nostalgia is also emotion. I know how it feels when we want to go home. 

A student reluctantly requests to go home. She was holding her tears. The nostalgic urge to meet parents, to take flight home was apparent.

That longing to go home can be read in her face painted in sadness more than the sincerity of going to hospital. Having been a teacher for so many years, having looked at their faces in times of laughter and teacher and fear and doubts, I have learnt to feel their emotion. But I have also learnt not to be overwhelmed by their emotion lest empathy makes me gullible at decision making.

As students end their midterm examination, even parents seem to seek permission to take children for varied reasons. Yes, there are few with genuine health conditions who need to visit doctor, or some other purposes. Parent and children seem to provide as convincing a reason as possible to get away from our noses, and we are put to task of reassuring, explaining, verifying and negotiating the authenticity.

Our Dzongkhag had decided to plan entertaining and productive engagement programme for two weeks, and Dechentsemo sketched the plan to the last detail. We have sporting activities, movies, music, reading festivity, guest speaker talks shows, painting class, dancing and singing to storytelling, to engage students differently. These are learning opportunities I haven’t received in my decades of schooling. When this happens for our students, some parents and students have neither enthusiasm to be part of it nor a thought that it’s a pandemic situation that must be respected.

The Ministry of Education directed to hold all boarder students in campus to ensure safety of students. Ministry is right to have placed this referendum, taking into account teachers and students need for a vacation. In fact, teachers have had no vacation since pandemic began, having to make homes as workplaces even during lockdowns. But this are་trying times we must all understand with some bitterness to taste.

If boarder students are to go home, many are from faraway places. They may not be go, we cannot say, to high risk places but when they are in other places, they have more danger to be exposed to other people. Day scholar students are staying in the locality already and are cared for already.

When emotions comes in between people fail to understand greates causes that need to be adhered to. Some parents even fail to understand that principals have to be guided by higher directive, ensure safety of all students, and engagement and entertainment of hundreds of others. We think of everyone, and every child is insured upon us. 

When emotions arises we often become selfish, thinking about our own happiness only, about happiness for our own children. If nothing can make us feel guilty, we have our beloved King as a beacon of selflessness, of compassion and leadership. His majesty is a family man, and his majesty must love to be with the future king, the prince and the baby prince. Her majesty the queen would love have her knight is armour beside her, but her majesty is bracing the absence of our beloved king with queenly courage. His majesty sketches the plains and the mountains, settlements and the forests, relentlessly day after day for wellbeing of everyone of us. And we think we deserve rest and reward, that our easy desire must be fulfilled, that my daughter must go home for vacation, that we must have party and pleasures. Our service to the nation need not be known by any but by our conscience, by looking at the intent that often drives us wrong in our actions.

If we need to be fair, we must understand each other. Parents must know that I have children of my own deprived of my time in reaching out for welfare and safety of other students. We fail as principal of a school if parents fail to make home of our minds for your students.

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Friday, July 9, 2021

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A MOTHER’S CRY AT MIDNIGHT

 

Strange night it is, when midnight silence is broken by incessant call for help from an unexpected family member. 

At around 12.30 AM in the night as silent as a haunted night, I was awakened to the mother cat purring repeatedly. I knew she must have just arrived after going out for hunt or for food at my teachers’ houses where she had stayed for few months. 

‘Is she looking for a missing kitten?’ I thought, suspicious if a male cat had attacked the kittens while I was unaware. She purred from the sitting room as if distraught, as if sad. She came into my bedroom few times meowing and purring. I began to doubt if she was intending to bring the kittens to my bed. I shooed her away, scolding. She had been born in our house and a family pet until she left two months ago and became a loiterer. She gave birth last two months ago to three kitten in one of my Dzongkha teacher’s house. I brought her home to be fed and cared for, but soon after kittens grew she meowed and purred them away. Since then she visited us very rarely.

Two weeks ago she had given birth to three kittens again. This is her fourth birthing season. This time she gave birth at another teacher’s house. I remember her coming home few times when pregnant, looking for food and place to give birth. Today she was brought home with kittens to be kept safe from dogs and children of teachers. The kittens have only begun to open eyes and needed safety, moreso, it has become a legal responsibility for me to care when she needed care and protection, proper shelter and food. After all, motherhood cannot be so much different from human beings!

When she meowed and purred again and again, and walked towards me, I asked, ‘What is it Norbu?’ This was a name we gave her and she knows.

Like she knew I had to be told her intentions, she climbed on my bed, purring, nuzzling on my arm and lashing with her tail. ‘She wants to check her kittens. Maybe one of them is dead.’ I assumed, feeling sorry already. ‘Maybe she is hungry.’ I reassured myself, as  I touched her on the back. She jumped of meowing, looking at me. I could understand she wanted me to follow her.

If a mother cat can communicate her worry this way, more consciously than by instinct, she is more human than an animal. This thought saddened me, jerking me off the bed. I went towards the door, and she braced across my legs towards the sitting room. I put on the light. She went to the box as if to tell me to take a look. I looked at the kittens. All three were sleeping calmly. It’s 1 AM, and kittens were sleeping like my sons would, cute and calm.

I knew my previous assumption was right, Norbu was hungry. She had gone out for more than six hours and had neither caught a rat nor got food. I can’t imagine how she may have waited in a trance near some rat hole or waited outside the houses she stayed before.

I called her amd opened the kitchen door to feed her. She raced, purring even more ‘happily’ loud. I scooped fried rice on a paper, cut a milk box and fed her milk. She was lucky that I had bought carton of milk in the evening. She ate the food and lapped the milk like she had returned from a battle field. I felt guilty that I was unable to understand her plea for food earlier. This guilt saddened me even more deeply. I could have kissed her on her lips if she wasn’t a cat, and hugged her with humane strength. I did, in fact.

I left her to feed came to the bed. In few minutes, I herd her meowing again. This time she didn’t came to the bedroom. The meowing was not heard after that. I knew she went to her kittens, fed and happy.

I slumped into the bed, sleepless and thoughtful.

Norbu is more human than a cat can be, more motherly than a mother can be.

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A SONG OF REPENTANCE


Deep within my intent I dig to find if I am wrong,

If I made my mining to find gold within me to give

The truest love and lasting longing to honour my beloved, 

When I wake my mornings far and lonely, 

Walking the daylight for home.

I have reasons to pride the purity of my words writ in sincerity-

In the wincing of your sigh I feel the hurt you ache,

In the tears you waste I fail to give my warmth,

Yet in the laughter you echo godly bliss I rejoice,

In the glint of rare smile I have heaven before me.


If I failed to make life better in how you long to weave,

And instead gave so much pain to darken our home;

If I faltered in my ignorance to etch towards a dream 

you envisioned,

Tell me my love, in graceful words to heal,

for I shall mend my wrong when I have marred your dreams!

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