Gardening the Bhutanese Way

Monday, January 19, 2015

Unfoldment of the Secret



It was the 5th of December, the day the BCSE results were out. I was busy in the kitchen when my friend called me and remarked, “You scored an aggregate of 75.07%”.

 “Then you?” I instantly threw the query.

“Well, I scored 71.34%”, came the rather low-spirited response.

I could still vividly remember my feelings; the kind of exhilarated world that I was plunged into. A sudden impulse of happiness and triumph flashed through my spines. My face assumed a reddish tinge; a hue triggered by the accelerated flow of blood to my face. But it triggered my tear glands to know that my other colleagues being obliterated from the path that I will be treading despite a fairly good performance.

No sooner people from BBS said they were on their way to my place of dwelling. My mobile phone assumed the peak of its activity, indeed for the first time in my life- pounding in messages and calls from many-known as well as unknown. I shared my views and feelings to BBS, Kuensel and I aired on BBS radio the following night.

It is to be borne in the mind of every individual that success doesn’t come by default. It is a result of deliberate search and well-defined action. If you say success is luck, then I shall reiterate that luck is when preparation meets an opportunity. It is a blemish-free fruit borne by the tree well nurtured or nourished. It is not by chance but by choice. 

However, I regard my success in BCSE 2014 as only a platform; a foundation upon which I can base my career. My real work begins from now and not what I have achieved thus far. I am just done with the preparation of a nursery bed and sowing my viable seed. I have a task as big as that of ensuring all my seeds germinate and peep through the soil, nourish and water it well, protect it from any biotic and abiotic stresses; provide the most congenial conditions for the manifestation of its optimum potentiality; and cater to its need through all the stages of its life.

So in line with the course of action that I have followed, I would like to lay down the following lines;

Read the book, “The Secret of Life” by Rhonda Byrne. It is available as eBook or in pdf version. Suck the nectar that is in store in each page of the book and relish yourself with the very essence of it. To quote a few lines inscribed in this book, “The secret is the law of attraction! Everything that is coming into your life you are attracting into your life. And it is attracted to you by virtue of the images you’re holding in your mind. Whatever is going on in your mind you are attracting to you”.

After all, everything can be summed up and encapsulated in this single line, ‘Thoughts become things’.
It is what we envision daily in our mind that comes into reality. In fact, the title of the RCSC Topper 2014 have I had envisioned daily for almost a year until it came out into concrete reality. It was a latent energy embedded in my subconscious mind that finally manifested to the world outside. It wasn’t by chance or by accident. 

Another thrilling book that would propel you higher in your life is the ‘Master Key System by Charles Haennel’. Read these two books and align yourself with its contents, and take pleasure in reaping the benefits.

I would also recommend the book, ‘Word Power Made Easy’ by Norman Lewis if you want to build up your English Vocabulary in an exciting way. It will also boost up your level of comprehension of each term you lope across. Simply knowing the meaning of a word isn’t enough because it is equally subjected to deletion from the RAM of your brain. So the known word(s) shall be reinforced by integrating and reproducing in your own sentences.

Record your voice on important issues. For instance, I recorded my own voice on the articles of the Constitution of the Kingdom of Bhutan and listened to it until I had it encrypted well down my memory lane. I did the same on so many topics like the MDGs, GHN Pillars, Domains and Indicators and the like. Doing so, you can also notice and reflect on the flaws in your pronunciation or speaking skills.

Watch in YouTube on the topics which are difficult to understand from text and grasp the content presented in the most palatable form in the videos. The Polymerase Chain Reaction, which stipulated quite a hard effort from text, provided a different dimension and an easy methodology in YouTube.

Meditate as frequently as possible- cleansing and refreshing your mind; instilling in your subconscious mind the firm desire or objective to be achieved. Reaffirm in your subconscious mind the goal so that it manifests in reality to the world outside.

Never deceive or be on the pretext to mislead your friends. Often people have the tendency of telling, “I haven’t started to study yet/ why to struggle so much? / I don’t know or don’t have any information regarding this”. You are not going to benefit from this in any way. On the contrary, it is going to kill your moral and inner happiness because the guilt associated with it will do more harm to your intellectual well being than good. Rather, always encourage others to delve deeper and work harder.

It is always better to make your own notes; framing notes in a way that will suit your learning ability and habit. It will also do wonder in saving your time in revising. Arrange notes in a chronological order so that you have it staked in correct order in your brain for easy and faster retrieval when required. So make this habit of note making cling to your learning process like a shadow.

Take tutorial classes only if you feel the need to. Otherwise, it is not necessary especially youth outside Thimphu and the financially constrained ones. Don’t worry if you can’t afford to because I took neither of the PE and main examination tutorial classes. However, I am not ruling out the importance of taking one. Taking it and shedding your own sweat would be an extra boost to your performance.

Nothing to be worried even if you are really weak, need tutorial assistance but don’t have anyone at Thimphu to base your stay. I know many of the graduates struggle to find an accommodation in the capital and they are deprived of some of the educational facilities that city-dwellers enjoy.

If you find it extremely difficult to manage yourself with your distant relatives or village people, leap a step forward to visit the Department of Youth and Sports who will cater to your study needs and provide free accommodation in their hostels. You will also enjoy library facilities offering you reference books and past question papers. In this way, you will be able to perfectly orient yourself towards intensive studies and accordingly the desired result because you will get what you have planted.

The secret ingredient of my triumphant tale have I promulgated here. I shall not let it get desiccated and perish inside myself. Rather, I would gift it onto the coming generations if it is of any sense or significance to them. I shall be enlivened even if a single individual benefits from my course of action. However, it is not to be generalized for every individual will have their own technique or methodology of defining or targeting for success. I only intend to motivate others to define their own course of action for determining their success.







Sunday, January 11, 2015

Ashamed to Accompany your Parents? Why..?



Many a times, I heard of incidences where the children are embarrassed to accompany their parents or relatives who hail from the countryside.  Upon questioned by someone, they are on the pretext of saying that the very person next to him/her is someone from his/her village. 

  The most important and the person who deserves all our attention and gratitude turn out to be someone unknown. The hard toiled times where they spent their time paving the path for their children is being rewarded with them being deserted and abandoned when they needed their support the most. There is no point in disguising our family background; instead it is always better to work for elevating it to greater height.  
          
If  narrate an incident in this context; I accompanied my mother to the Imtrat hospital in an attempt to have some light thrown over her health issue of occasional stomach pain and mouth ulcer.

There, I spotted an old man seemingly in his sixties; with red-tinted lips owing to incessant chewing of betel nut; hard, weather-bitten face with a few array of wrinkles adorning it; a faded pant inside his knee-length gho cascading down until his ankle; crack-laden feet crammed into his distorted slipper that might have suffered quite a tremendous pressure for a considerable period of time. 

I instantly followed him sensing that he might be someone in need of help. My guess wasn’t wrong.  Neither was my instinct. There was no one to accompany him. So I offered my service to first understand his medical condition and then translate it to the doctor. For that, I had his medical condition dug; a trailing remnant and a nagging issue that dates back to more than a decade.

He went on remorsefully recounting the several attempts and treatments undergone to recover from the acute itching that his entire body was subjected to over a course of 13 years. The extent to which he suffered was evident from the bruises his brutal yet satiable scratching has led to and the ensuing scars.

I played the role of a mediator; in swaying the medical condition of the old man to the doctor and his suggestions and recommendations in return. I accompanied him to the Injection room, the washroom, the medicine counter and walked with him till Changzamtog. 

On the way, he shared his grievances that it is very difficult for illiterate and old people like him to reel with the pace of the modern world. He planned to go on pilgrimage to Nepal in 2 days but he didn’t get his money exchanged for Rupees. After running to the bank for several times which demanded so many documents, they simply said there is no Rupee when everything was done and ready.

Today, I met this man at the Memorial Chorten. I was glad to learn that he felt relieved after taking the injection and the medicines and could sleep peacefully. He time and again reiterated his gratitude to me; not for relieving his pain but for rather facilitating him. He uttered his prayers and good wishes for me. I was happy myself for being able to make a slight difference in someone else’s life. The very thought enlivens me.

The very fact that he has children in Thimphu but their absence from attending him is a mystery that needs to be illuminated. It is heart-wrenching to witness our senior citizens be in the seclusion of loneliness and hopelessness while the younger generation loiter and hover about in boredom.