Happy Teachers Day!

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I wish all my Teachers a very very happy Teacher's day.

May god bless you with good health and Happiness.

With this, I would like to remember all my teachers', Both living and dead for all the goodness they have done in transforming me. From a rough village lad, I have truly come a long way in my life. Credit goes to all my teachers. In celebrating my happy life; -everyday, I celebrate the love and kindness of my teachers. You are all remembered from the bottom of my heart! Thank you all millions.

May god bless all Teachers.

Long live Teachers.

Once Upon a Time when I was that Boy in the Picture

When I was that little boy in the picture, I was care free, wild and naughty beyond words and description. I recall, even the most strict and corporal headmaster (of our time) had difficulty administering me.

But on the affirmative side, I feel happy to have been the most affectionate, diligent and obedient son. With my parents around, I felt responsible. I felt the need to work harder, do better in my studies and repay them later.

As I grew up, there were often days, in which I asked my dad as to what I should become in my life and to which, he always responded; -‘son, you should become teacher’. That was it! My dad had a dream and that dream was to see me become teacher someday.

Dad considered teachers as the noblest person and teaching, the noblest profession. Unlike other profession,  dad considered it as the most safest and secured profession.On the basis of knowledge they impart, they are considered as the source of light. Dad taught me how a teacher should be respected and that refuting against him (was) is a sin. I remember dad sharing Buddhist wisdom which says that ‘a person who dishonor ones teacher would be reborn as dog for five hundred generations!’Dad considered the roles teacher played, a sublime and beyond any beings. So, dad had all the reason in the world to make me become teacher. 

Here I am; a fully grown up man. I don’t know whether it (was) is my fortune or misfortune, but certainly I couldn’t become teacher as dreamed by my dad. Not being able to live up to his expectation still ache my heart. 

But, as if to compensate that loss, I got married to a teacher. Since she is my better half, she surely must have brought the much needed respite to dad's heart that longed too long for a teacher in me. Trust me, My wife has all the teacher materials in her. She has a remarkable patience in dealing with kids and she loves her job like she loves me!

But after the "UNICEF-expatriate-beating-up-teacher" incident, I have told my better half to be careful. But she took me by a surprise. She told me that, given a chance, she would want to resign completely from teaching. This was the last thing expected from a die hard teacher!

"what will you do after resigning?" I asked her softly. 

She answers; "I will be your parasite tey"  

"But not until I become Dasho darling"  "and ya....don't say your are my parasite, because you are my better half" I comforted her. 

I told her that after I become dasho, 'She would be considered as good woman behind a successful man' 

he he .lol...that was the biggest chicken count ever, before even knowing where the eggs are going to come from.

"But we have 3 daughters, do you honestly think you can feed and clothe us all" comes her other query

"Why not, that makes just four of you" I defended 

"How?" comes her another question

"you know, there are dashos who handle more than 4 aums, so handling my 3 kids and my wife should not be a big deal". I defended further  

"You know what". I continued

"What?". comes her response.

"Once I become Dasho, I can avail all the ex-country training between the earth and the sky".

"I can even avail training that are meant for my peons". I continued.

With that little conversation, I told her to be cautious. I told her not to keep everything for law because law is blind.  Lastly, I told her that if she requires a weapon for self defense, I might get her a rambo knife from Jaigon.


(Very Important Note: I am not propagating violence here, I am talking about self defense)

"I wanted my students to become the light house in Bhutan" says Sadhu.

Me and my Colleague Shaji (in white Jcket) in 1992 sports day

Bhutan being small, developing and land locked country had this problem called the "shortage of teacher" ever since it started it's plan development activities in early 1960s. In order to bridge those gaps, many expatriate teachers were hired from India,  Canada, England and US by the Royal Government of Bhutan.

As a young, energetic and most of all as a bachelor man, I decided to practice my profession away from home (Tamil Nadu, India). When the Royal Government of Bhutan consented to my application, I immediately decided to come to Bhutan to play my part in transforming the education system then.

 Finally I reached Bhutan in my early 1990s and initially I began my teaching career in southern Bhutan.The place was worthy of being called as the Land of Thunder Dragon. The calmness in the surroundings and greenery in the far off wild enchanted me beyond words. I fell in love and it was love at first sight. 

What that, in 1991, I got transferred far north in a place called Ura, in Bumthang. The place looked barren like the Tibetan plateau I saw in National geographic program. The temperatures plunged below freezing point, both during day and night. There were times, when I would go without washing my face for weeks and that my house owner would come and offer me a bowl of warm water, which would soon loose its warmth. With the freezing cold wind blowing relentlessly across the valley, the place at first appeared miserable. 

Then came the March month. It was our show time! Students of the school came back to resume their school life. Surprisingly they were mostly form the same locality except few who came as far as Tang, Chumey, and Chamkhar village. We had classes starting from Pre Primary to class 4, therefore the pupils looked very young, small and at times tiny. They all wore thick woolen garments to combat the cold weather. Due to their over exposure to the harsh climatic condition, they all had a red cheek and rumpling yellowish hair.

As the days passed by, I started enjoying my time with my pupils. By nature, they were all very well mannered kids. They greeted any person in clean attire with their 'lavish good morning sir'. As any other kids, they enjoyed playing and felt that learning this was a taxing thing.

In 2 years time, I became the warden not only for the boys but also for for girls. As a warden I was expected to play a very key role in the day-to-day functioning of the school. I was mandated to look after kids not only during the school hours but also during the weekends and off-hours hours as well. Besides that, I also looked after the school mess. Those days were the most interesting and memorable days in my life.

We had large hall as a dormitory where all my pupils, who availed boarding facilities slept in rows. They were very humble indeed and few did't even have a mattress and blankets to sleep. Most wore rubber gumboots, while there were very few who enjoyed the prosperity of wearing Chinese campus shoes. Almost 90% went hungry all the time and had few options to over come that. Few ran away home in the middle of the night where as few, lingered in apple orchards in search of something to feed. There were also few brave, but innocent pupils who fancied  stealing live chickens to supplement their bulgar diet!. There were also incidents, when a person whom I have sent to pick up something from my quarter quietly stole my freshly baked cake like a frightened mouse from the bottom. (surprisingly the cake looked untouched) 

To my students, I was a very strict disciplinarian. Therefore, I preferred teaching mannerism and social values, besides the things in text books. But sadly, there were only few who really understood my intentions. to give you an example, I would often, on my evening inspection, see some of my pupils displaying their acrobatic skills by jumping over the stacked wooden box, not actually realizing the risk of breaking their fragile limbs  and necks.  There were also pupils who preferred swimming in the swollen stream along with the maggots that got washed away from the school latrine. I shouted at them and my appearance did the rest; -my black angry face frightened them! Most hated me or even cursed me for being rude and shouting machine.

When ever I went missing from my school (for some official and personal errand), my pupils would often celebrate my absence by not doing their regular social work, home work and cleaning their campus and dormitory. They would scamper, scream and play like monkeys in the lawless jungle. But then the sound of my motor cycle was a signal, good enough to bring back to order.

At times some of my pupils became way too naughty that few of my colleagues even recommended a Police intervention. Some recommended a severe penalty like suspension and termination for an acts of those innocent and ignorant pupils. But I choose my way of dealing with my pupils and I have always believed in  giving them a chance after chance to prove their worthiness.

Today, I have become old physically but the very fact that I have spent half of my life with all those vibrant  and amusing pupils, I still feel young at heart. I meet most of them and they all greet me with their heart and thank me for being rude and shouting machine! They often leave lot of messages on my Facebook that make me emotional and sensual. After nearly two decades or so, those glorious moments still lingers in my mind like the events of a distant yesterday.

Me with K4 in 1992

 When I  initially became teacher and started teaching in Bhutan, I just had one wish;  i.e, one day I wanted to see my students become the light house in Bhutan.  Today few of them have already become one indeed because I see them all in various positions holding important posts.

So I thank the 4ht King of Bhutan (whom I met in 1992) and all my Bhutanese colleagues for allowing me to contribute in your nation building, in making of the  peaceful and prosperous GNH Bhutan. Thank you all and Tashi Delek. 

Note: The boy who displayed acrobatic skills was the author himself, Kuenzang Thinley, Current Asst. Collector of Customs in Paro airport.
         
The Boys who preferred swimming in the swollen river are Tshetim, the current Drukair IT officer and Dorji, who is Teacher in Chhukha. 


The boys who stole live chickens for food were Jamba Tshering, Current livestock officer, Tserang, In Raj Rai, Minjur Tshering, Jigme Chhogyel, Current Officer in Department of Disaster Management, Thimphu. 


The boy who stole sir's cake was Ugyen Namdrol, the current Tour manager, Etho Metho tours and treks.

Golden Moments; from the table of a retired Lopen

when his Majesty visited our school in May 1992

Having served my King, country and fellow citizens for more than 3 decades, I am now a happily retired man. All my life, I believe I have always strived to give the best I had in me as a teacher to my students. 

Before I went on to become a teacher, I had my own fair share of trials and tribulations, ups and downs and success and failures. Emerging form a very humble family, life was harsh and getting education wasn’t easy.   However, I took all the advantage of gathering knowledge and wisdoms form the scholars and masters I have come across during my brief life in the monastery as a monk.  For this I was once known more as Lopen gelong in my schools and in the locality.

I am still a firm believer in Buddhism and am a fervent worshiper of goddess Tara, also known as Jigtsen Drolma. Being a firm believer in Buddhism, I have always lived my life based on the principle of neutrality. This has greatly enhanced my service in serving the needs of not only my students but also in helping and assisting my local neighbours in times of their needs.

Of all the time in my life (as a teacher), the thing that most enchants me today are the days I spent with my pupils both off hour and in class. During my off hours, I would often but randomly call one of my pupils and spent our time chit-chatting like equals.  They would have so many things to share with me, starting from the mischief of their friends to meals they ate home on weekends, form bulgar broth to fish curry, from potato soup to fried kharang. Besides text books and note books, they in fact had lot to share!  This gave me a wider perspective into the lives of my students and their respective backgrounds. I have indeed learned a great deal from my students in return.

On lighter moments, I would also give each individual a different nick names and their nick names would invariably have a close correlation to their behavior, their looks or their parents’ profession.  Their nicks were in no way intended to mock and jeer at them but they were named out of my love, care and concern I had for them.  To give you an example, I would name someone who cries and cried loud like triumphant as Jalingla, Pang pang la and pepe la. Someone with running nose would be named as shawala and whereas, someone whose father had built a monastery would be named Gonphaila.  And in similar manner, someone who shits in pants would be named chakpala and the list would go on.

Not only that, I would also have my own general description of the people coming from the different regions in our locality. Roughly translated in to English, here is how it goes:

For Ura Village: The rat hunters, people who are very tricky and are difficult to understand.

For Pangkhar Village: A place with so many running and meandering rivers, but have no fish in it.

For Gaiden Village: An unjustly called village. With a household of just 4, it doesn’t actually qualify to be called as a village compared to the vast plains that surrounds it

For Sumthrang Village: A place near mountain and cliff, befitting for the existence of hermits and sages but ironically inhibited by people who practice dharma but less.

For Shingkhar Village: A place far in the North and worthy of being called a salt trade centre but have no slat.

For Shingneer Village: Place where people actually have less grain but have larger containers.

For Tangsibi Village: A place dwelled by people who fancied shouting in display of strength but without properly assessing the opponent on the other side.

There were times when my loud and clear morning prayers would not only wake up my sleeping students, who excessively fed on bulgar broth and cabbage curry but it would also wake up those sluggish neighbors’ from their deep slumber.  For this, I was often called as the alarm clock of the place. Despite all the irritation, my service was from my heart and for the betterment of those who heard. 

And the most defining period was in 1992, when our beloved fourth king promised to visit our school and talk to us. It was a profound promise from the king in the month of April 1992. Subsequently in the month of May, he did visit us with all the four queen mothers and blessed us all. I fondly remember how His Majesty played his witty jokes with my black colleague known more as Sadhu (a black person in the picture right next to HM). Apart from that, there were also incidents, where few of my pupils simply hid their newly acquired gumboot (rubber boot which would cost Nu.60 a pair those days) in their gho only to be found out later by one of the queen mother while distributing the sweets for them.

The other most defining period in my life was in the twilight of my days as a teacher. The brimming trust and confidence form my locality has even uplifted me to the highest ground, a ground person like me can possibly dream of.  I was to become a member of 6 men Royal Advisory Council in the capital. It was a very overwhelming feeling and I lacked words to gratify all who had that sense of trust and faith in me. 

As I took up the new job, I was little dazed and so were my relatives and friends who were little perplexed. Some still called me lopen, while there were many who addressed me as Dasho. Obviously with blue scarf and a pata ben (long sword) hanging around my waist, there surely was some confusion. I felt uncomfortable being called Dasho and Lopen. So in between, there were some who referred to as Dasho-Lopen. 

Besides all those rosy events in my life, there were also times when people, without any hesitation criticized me and my deeds. Worst of all, there were also times when few were of the opinion that my services were nothing but a big hindrance for the development of the locality. Few even demanded me to be up rooted like a useless radish from the garden. I never denied their statements for I believed that all human being, irrespective of all cast, creed and qualification have their own flaws and weaknesses. If at all I had one, then perhaps I am an equal and normal human being too.

Irrespective of all the perception, I have lived my life worthy of being born as human and more so as a proud citizen of His Majesty the king (both past and present). As I look back, it brings me a great sense of joy and satisfaction not because I have succeeded in naming the places and pupils and becoming a dasho out of nowhere, but because most of my pupils have today made themselves through to their respective life. 

There were pupils who over ate and over drank like caterpillars and as a result over slept and peed in the bed along with those who bragged and nagged with parents at home.  Today they  have successfully become a doctors and Engineers.  There were some who knowingly fell sick on Saturdays to avoid social work and gardening while there were others who ran away from the school or broke open the windows to steal newer text books and pens. Today I proudly see them become officers and dashos.  Some were bright and some dull, some intelligent and some complacent, some honest and some not so honest, There were also few who nocturnally lingered in the apple garden looking for an apple and other vegetables to supplement their half filled belly. They have all become real someone today. Most of my pupils came from very humble background and I had the privilege of knowing their parents individually.

There were often days, when I acted differently with varying situations with my pupils. I acted with gaiety when my pupils heeded to my words and fiercely when they acted otherwise. I was a person who sincerely believed in the seriousness of grooming the future leaders and hence it called for many means and ways. I often had to whip my pupils when I knew were falling off the right track. Fortunately, I believe to the best of my knowledge that my story of a Buddha has worked because all my pupils have today become humble human beings with sublime humility.  

Today as the Nation celebrates Teachers day, I receive no gifts, no phone calls, no cards and no thank you notes. Neither do I expect one from any. Because I think I have them all already. I was a teacher not only profession but also by heart and soul. If there was a gift I genuinely seeked for then it was the progress and prosperity of my pupils. 

Today, as I hear the school bell ring near my house, I thank Goddess Jigtsen Drolma for answering my prayers and blessing me with all those beautiful pupils in my life. I further pray for the bigger progress, greater prosperity and peace for all my pupils in their time

(Note: The Author was nick named as Gonphaila by his beloved lopen, when his father built a small monastery in Sumthrang Village)

(Note: the author was the person who was found hiding his boots in his gho while the queen mother was distributing the sweets. The new rubber boots were hard when cold so it was difficult to put on so I choose to put it in my gho rather than putting it on my foot)

(Note: I am rewriting this article, because I think the maintenance team for the site has deleted my post )

Architects of me; Makers of Kuenzang Thinley and Thank you words.

As we celebrate "Education day" I would like to take this time and space in remembering all my beloved teachers and thank them.

My Teachers in Ura Primary School

Late Tashi Phuntsho: He was our Head Master. It was through him that I got admitted to school. He made me a decent school going boy out of my rough village lad. He preferred canning students to discipline them  then resorting to "counseling" method, that's because he hailed form a old school of thought. He taught me how to sing our National anthem. He also taught few Bhutanese traditional songs.

Miss Karma Lhamo:She was my class teacher for 3 years (LKG, UKG and Class 1) It was through her that I learned,  that there are 26 alphabets in English; starting form  A stood for apple to Z stood for Zebra. She taught me that Circle and Square are two different shapes and that 1 and 2 are never equal. She also taught me that a ball of cheese will not serve school fee of Nu.10.

Mr. Nidup Tshering: He was my class teacher when I was in Class 2. It was he who  made me the class captain; not because I was "Good Boy" but for the "Good Naughty boy" Character I possessed.

Mrs, Geeta K.K: She was my class teacher in my 3rd grade. She taught me the multiplication table and its subsequent usage thereafter. She also taught me the charm of English words  by introducing me and friends to a "spelling game". From her, I also learned that all fruits contains vitamin C which protects us from catching cold.

Mr. B. Diamary: A man from Assam, India. He was my class teacher in my 4th grade. Apart from reading thermo meter, he also taught me how to measure wind speed and read wind direction.  

Mr. Shaji A.B: He was a man with multi talent. It was from him that I learned the fun side of Mathematics and science. He also taught me that writing story need not always start form "once upon a time" and that English language has many words with same or similar meanings.

Mr. R. Navanethan: He was a man whom Me and my friends referred to as a "Nado la" -the black man. He taught us to be honest and less naughty. (to which we did not give any heed) He disliked our habit of messing our school with white papers (because he is black). He was more of an administrator than a teacher because I remember him managing everything for us; -starting from ration to school maintenance.

Lop. G Tenzin: Let there be school in Ura and there was Lop Tenzin; -also known as "Lopen Gelong Tenzin". He taught Dzongkha all his life and taught it well. Like Lama, he never ran short of nick names for his students. He even had his own descriptions of village under Ura gewog. He later went on to become the Head Master of the School.

For me, He was a man who believed in giving his students not only second chance but third chance; if required. Today I thank him immensely  (Especially) for not terminating me from the school for all my foul acts. As a juvenile, I broke the store windows in want of newer text books, ran away from the school in hope of becoming driver and fought with my peers. In short i was as problematic lad in all aspects.  I was just 15 then. Like R Navanethan Sir, he also understood me in and out. He foresaw my future.

He may be the only person form teaching cadre, who went on to become Councillor in the Royal Advisory Council of Bhutan. His title got changed and his students lovingly called him "dasho Lopen".

My Teachers in Jakar High School 

Mr. Wangchuk Namgay: Principal of the school and I would rather call him the most  dynamic person. Even though he was not involved in my day-to-day academic curriculum, he taught me the importance of so called the "group discussion" and 'Group work. I went on to become a House captain (Red House) and I believe it was through hi recommendation
   

Mr. Phuntsho Dorji: My Class teacher in my 7th grade. He was a a man of less words who taught us both Bhutan history and world history.

Mrs. Dechen: She taught me Physics in my 10th grade. she was the most humble and humane female teacher I have ever met in my life. I believe she was the person behind, who nominated my candidature to the captaincy that year.

Mr. R. N Bhatacharjee: He often joined Sir Phuntsho in teaching us history lessons but he mostly taught us about the history of British Indians and the Civics of India.

Mr. Bhim: He taught me Chemistry starting from my 7th grade to 10th grade. He never spoke more than what was required. He was my class teacher in my 9th grade

Mr. Chandra: He taught me Biology with ease in my 7th, 8th, 9th and 10th grade. He was also our hostel warden; -good looking and fun loving  hostel warden. He was  "Mr. James Bond" those days because there were many unmarried lady teachers in the school.

Mrs Kezang Choden: She taught me Physics in my 7th, 8th, and 9th grade. She had a very charming personality and her smooth and polished teaching skills kept me all awake even during the sleepy afternoon classes.

Mr. Wangchuk Dorji:  He was my class teacher in my 8th grade. I knew him more as a singer than as a teacher. His silence spoke more than his words in the class. He taught us English in 8th grade.

Mr. L. B Cheetri: He taught us English in 7th grade and taught us well with  all the jokes he created himself. He made us laugh and laugh more. To control our laughter, he sometimes made our friends cry by canning them hard. -what an irony........ha ha ha.

Mr. Karma Tshering: He was a very sincere and serious teacher. He meant only business in the class. That is to do well in geography subject of 9th grade. He frequently checked our notes and reminded us to be up to date with all the lessons taught in the class.

Mr. Tashi Phuntsho: Man of Genius in mathematics. He taught us mathematics in 9th and 10th grade. He was also known for his candidness among students.


Mr. S. K Saha: He taught me Geography in my 7th and 8th grade. He continued teaching us but  not Geography. He taught us Economics. The law of demand and supply, the concept of economics and non economics, balance of payment,  law of marginal utility and diminishing marginal utility were some of the concept he taught us then.

Lop Ugyen Dorji: Apart from the regular Dzongkha lessons of Gyelse laklen, lekshed and da zhung, he was also our mess In-charge. He served us clean and decent meals. With the help of Dzongda, Dasho Pem L. Dorji, he also served us milk tea in the evenings and peeled potato curry every lunch.

Lop Choki Wangchuk: Apart form Dzongkha lessons, he also taught us some of the traditional songs like wangzhey. He was popularly known for his stories with lots of humor and love. He was often called as "Lopen Drukpa Kinley".

Lop. Ngawang Kuenchap: He was our  Driglam Namzha (etiquette) Teacher

My Teachers in Drukgyel High School:

Mr. Mohammed Ahmed Surror: was my Class teacher in my 11th and 12hth grade. He was the person who first introduced me to the concept of "debit and Credit" -the world of Accounting and book keeping. He also introduced me to the reality of commerce and business.

Miss Dr. Ambica: She supplemented my knowledge of Economics by introducing me to the concepts like Micro Economics and Macro Economics. She also taught me that anything I write are right and correct provided I prove it with enough substance.

Mr. Joan T.B: was another Black man I have come across in my life but for a purpose. He taught me new concepts in mathematics like calculus, differentiation and integration.  

Mr. K.C Jose: was a man of grammar and literature in one package. He taught me about the beauty and charm of  poetry. Today his definition of poetry still echoes in my mind and it goes like this "Poetry is a spontaneous over flow of power full feelings taking its origin in emotional tranquility" I drew lot of inspiration form his poetry lessons and wrote few poems as well. One of my class mate even quoted few lines during his assembly speech and it goes like this "nothing lasts forever so do the memories of midnight, when one say where love has gone". the Poetry lesson indeed was a "sight and sound" that often transported me to the "mystic level of experiences"

Mr. B. B Misra: He was a man who took me deep into the Shakespearean age. Truly "there was nothing either good or bad, our thinking made it so". He took me thorough the Shakespearean play; Hamlet, line by line and word by word. At the end of the lesson I couldn't agree more with Ben Jonson, when he went on to write "Shakespeare, you are rare"  on William Shakespeare's tomb as a Epitaph.

Lop. Namgay Phuntsho: was a man most misunderstood, because his care and love for students were interpreted as being strict and rigid by most of the students who availed boarding facilities in the hostel. He liked  honest pupils and he had the magic of detecting lies through their faces.

My Teachers in Sherubtse college:
 

Mr. Dorji Tshering: was the Principal of the college under whose decision the Sherubtse College functioned. He was known for his softness and stringent in usage of  Government funds. His loyalty to the Tsa-wa-sum is however unquestionable even today.

Dr. Daniel Lazer: was a the most irritating person I have come across because he fancied giving lot of assignments not only in the class but also during our breaks. He taught us Statistics and Financial Accounting in the first year and Taxation policy in the second year. 

 Dr. Rakesh Raman: was/is a man with world authority on Macro and micro economics. He took the classes in such a way that  no individual in the class left out. He had the enviable talent of dictating the notes while he was also  preparing for the next lesson on the board. He was an economic genius on many counts. 

Mr. Benarjee : was the longest foreign national who served in sherubtse in his capacity as the professor of Modern Business Organization (MBO), Business Law and Company law (mercantile Law). He taught me  MBO and Business law  in first year and Company law in my second year

Mr. Anthony Mosses: was a man known more for his qualifications than for his potential as a Teacher. Perhaps his weakness in English was to be blamed. He taught me Statistics in my first year and Business data processing in my second year.

Dr. R.K Visen: was a humble zamindar man who taught me Business Mathematics in my second year. Apart form the new concept like linear programming and magic of matrices, he further took me deep down the world of calculus.

Mr. Prakash: was a genius man in his own ways. He taught me Cot accounting and cost control analysis. He also enlightened me more with the concept like Economic Ordering Quantity (EOQ), Break even point and many more.

Miss. Reecha: well She was an interesting person too. Even though she didn't take nay classes for me, (my class) she was my class teacher when I was in my final year. Coincidentally, I was the class representative that year.  We  never actually  met each other the entire year until I went to collect my Character Certificate, She graded me with B+  I came back wondering whether it was her true assessment about me.(being class representative, I expected higher grade than that, perhaps A+..ha ha ha)

Lop Tenzin: He taught me Sum tak (the grammar) in my first year. He compared his teachings to   that of feeding sweets to the kids. no matter what 40; the pass mark was a thing of guarantee from his side. With as few as 10-12 students in the class, the whole class gets the attendance.

My teachers in Royal Institute of Management

Mr. Pema Wangdi:  He was our course Moderator. He taught us Corporate Finance

Mr. Karma P. Lodey: He taught us Enterprise Development

Mr. Damber Singh: He taught us Research Methodology and application of SPSS for data analysis

Mr. Jit Tshering: Taught us Project Management

Mrs Lungten: She taught us the Commercial Accounting and Costing

Mr. N.P Sharma: Taught us Government Accounting of the Royal Government of Bhutan

Mr. Sangay: He Taught us Tally

Mr. Pema Tenzin: Taught us BAS (Budget and Accounts Systems)

Mr. Kinga: Taught us Basic Computer Operation

Mr. Indraman Chetteri: Taught us Marketing and Human Resource

Mr. Norbu Wangchuk: Taught us Human Behavior and Organization

I would like to Thank all my Teachers from the bottom of my heart for making me who I am today. If seeing golden lungurs on the way was considered luck, fortune and wish fulfilling,  then I believe I have seen  enough of them.(no pun intended)

Thank you  

all and may god bless you all in life and after life.

Note: Since my stay in RIM was little less than a  year, I didn't have the luxury and time study my professors.