life's gift

life's gift

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

2nd letter.



Darling,
I’m sitting outside just looking up to the challenging moon beneath the moving clouds and wondering how lucky I’m to have you in my life. I’m enjoying the evening healing breeze and it swifts my hair gently; and I strongly feel your hand stroking my hair, touching my lips and lending your shoulder to lean my restless head. We just looked up together and joyous smile united us more closely to make us one. I brought my hand on your chest to know you are still with me. Then I slowly raised my head and looked into your eyes and I could see the depth of your profound love for me. You drew your lips to kiss me, my heart started in fast pace and then I dissolved in your love and then I began to say I love you when I realized I was alone sitting in the dark.
I miss you as I always do, but today I miss you more. Everything around reminds me of your presence. I’m listening to the song, ‘Breathless’ by Shayne Ward where he states about the promises and the hopes which we listened together in our last meet. The song I feel is tuned only for us. Every single moment has been very special with you because you are special among all.
You are the man whom I’m hoping since now. It needs a man to be able to make one lonely woman happy, and you are that. You didn’t and even don’t demand much from me but you give me more, and your gift is your profound love. It is really pure and true. When I met you for the first time a strong power forced me and I could not deny my heart believing that you are that guy whom I was always dreaming of. And now I realize how true my heart was.
Each time you give me your smile, I feel I’m special, growing, changing and enjoying in your love. I know I never meant to be showered by the love you deed on me, but knowing that it happened to me, I feel I’m the luckiest. When I hold my pen and start thinking about you, the words rush to appear on top but dear all these words irrespective of in which lines are true and I meant it from my heart.
And now my heart is anticipating with joys as I’m getting married to you, a guy whom I love fully. Since our engagement has been done a month ago, I’m counting the days when we will be together. May be I’m the first woman being so excited about getting married in this modern style of living. While other ladies want to live all by themselves and enjoy with their own but me I want to live with you as there is no charm in living a life without your presence. Like everyone in this world, I also want a happy ending like in snow white and Cinderella without hurting anyone. And I’m very much glad that both of our parents strongly supported our love, and in all I thank God for destining you as my husband.
Our thoughts and our feelings are all parallel it is not always same, yet the sacrifices and the understanding we have built in our relation keeps them alive and alike. And it has been possible only because you knew me better. I didn’t have to lay down my views, but you knew it all. You respected my views, understood my weaknesses and cherished my success. These are all beautiful. It is all because of you. You hold my hands when I tremble and you held me in your arms when I needed a shoulder to hide my crying face. These are the most charming and cherish able moments with you.
I love you now and forever more.
Your love
Hannah



In cherish able love

Hst.
Let sky be stretched forth like a scroll,
All the plants be made pen,
And waters of the ocean are made ink.
If I were a scribe and to write
About the profound love for you,
It is million times more than I can ever think
The sky shall be filled,
All the plants would finish
And the ocean would be dry,
Yet the sky won’t accommodate
All my loves for you.
That would be just the bit of my whole love.
Those parts were too short,
Yet the days are splendid.
The aroma of love we shared,
The marvelous thing I ever got.
Sitting outside all alone
Staring up to the sky;
Watching the changing moon
Beneath the moving clouds,
Makes your presence all alive.
The healing evening breeze
Swifts my hair gently away
And I feel you by my side
I bring my hand on your chest,
And I feel you’re all mine.
You touch the waited lips
That anticipates with your name.
You stretch your arms all wide,
And I dissolve deep inside.
I lean my restless head on yours,
Whisper that I’m the luckiest,
Special and wonderful more
Have a guy like you in my life,
Your single glance makes my day
You are the sun who radiates love
And your love has embalmed me.
You showed my real existence.
And it is verily amazing
To fall in love with you.
I always wanted to tell you
I want to tell you even now
I love you now and forever more.
                                                             

Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Sunday, May 6, 2012


Contemporary writings are better than the classical writings.
Contemporary writing helps to discover the writer in each one of us. It provides a broader forum for both the readers and the writers to think creatively and in easy language. Fitzgerald (n.d) said, “The reason one writes isn’t the fact he wants to say something. He writes because he has something to say.” The competitive writers of this present world who have the urge to write are being recognized in their contemporary writings. Though the old classic writings form a foundation to the English literature, the ideas of appreciating only these writings create a limitation to exploring new ideas laid by the writers of the present world.
Many of the writers and their writings of this present world are not being recognized. The strong urge to show their talents is hidden in all the writers presently. The contemporary writing has a large platform to recognize our present writers and those unrecognized writings. For example even in schools, when the curriculum shifted towards contemporary writings, the students are exposed to many of the writers and their various writings. On the other hand many of the writers and the readers still prefer the classical writings to be acknowledged of. It is said that the old writers such as Shakespeare, Mark Twain, John Keats and Martin Luther King are the main founder of the literature who all laid a basic urge to inspire others to write. So they say that those writers and their writings are to be recognized. However, it is being unfair to the talented writers if we suppress their writings and only acknowledge the old writings. In addition to it the present writings might be more effective than the old writings and if those writings are not being recognized, then how can we expect the minds of the people are upgrading?

The creative and new contemporary writings give a simple thoughts and ideas in very simple, easy and understandable language. The words are arranged in beautiful manners that can be understood by everyone. For example in the novel ‘Can love happen twice´ Singh 2011 describes, ´´A cool breeze blows and everything around me glitters. I see her and she looks at me…´´. The line uses very simple and clear words that can be understood by all the readers. In contrast to this some people says though the classical writings use complicated language, the meaning stated in it is very rich. Even the single line gives more than one meaning, such as in Shakespearean sonnet, ‘But thy eternal summer shall not fade.’ However those archaic form of words such as ‘thy’, ‘thou’ and ‘thee’ in classical writings are more complicated to understand compared to the replaceable modern English ‘you’ thus making the whole writing complicated to understand.
The writings and the meaning attached to those modern writings are very realistic and related to the actual world around. The writings mainly consist of the themes such as love, hatred, friendship, betrayal, technologies, wealth, health and media that are actually applicable in the real world. The writings does not bring out the scenes of other unknown and strange situations that are absent in the reality. On the other hand few readers feel that the classical writings give more and broader concept of the past histories in dramas, epics and ballads. However classical writings are more like fantasy world which does not exist in the present days. The characters used, their descriptions and their dress codes described are ancient type which are not used in the present world. Unlike classical writings, the contemporary writings are based on reality.

The contemporary writings in the new curriculum in the schools’ text books enable many students to think creatively. The writings provide more of the open- ended opinions about the particular topic. The learners are made to think creatively and on their own. They do not need any guide for reference to understand the content as the language would be simple and effective. On the other hand some of the students argue that abolishing classical writings and introducing contemporary writings in school curriculum is creating a lethargic learning. They say that the old type of writings are complicated thus these makes the students to learn more and in broader way. However the classical writings need a guide to learn and understand. It is purely dependable upon the teachers or the tutors. The learners can´t understand the content by themselves due to the complicate structured language. But in contemporary writings, the learners can learn by themselves, analyze and give their opinion in creative way.   

Therefore, the contemporary writing digs out the hidden and undiscovered creativeness and the active writer in each individual. The charm in writing and the juice of reading can only be laid by the modern way of writing which is realistic in the contemporary world.

Friday, April 27, 2012

climb up Teenage and the purpose
                          chapter 1                                          
I was crying by holding my mum. I can't even remember what actually I murmured in her ears but at least I know it was something like this, "I don't want to leave you. I won't study..." So my story just starts with the departure. How would a 6 years old girl figure out what life has kept for her?

It was about four hours journey and I was on the lab of my uncle little excited for seeing the car for the first time. And I wondered what if my papa, mummy and my little brother Roshan be with me.We were heading towards one of the remotest place kabesa, punakha. The stiff cliff of Wangdi made me more miserable and the red texture of the soil gave me tiredness. We reached at Sirigang,the place where the road of Kabesa ended. So we had to climb up the hill towards the scattered village. 

I was admitted in class PP in 1999 in kabesa lower secondary school, and it was really a tough year for me. We were five at my uncle's house; me, and my two cousin sisters along with their two children. It was hard for him even to support us both financially. Our expenditure would exceed his salary. But excellently he would manage everything for us. His son, one year younger than me Isaac was also admitted with me.

It was my first day school. I placed at the third row, a dark colored girl with tears in her eyes. It was a challenge for me. The dashing and the noises like a cacophony of the innocent children under the hot sun with full dress code. And for a Shy and timid girl like me, it was a hell. 

The morning prayer started with the sweet tones of our seniors interrupted with the cacophony made by us. The students of my batch including myself were all busy in our own small dreams. Shortly after the assembly, I can still remember a fat and bold headed boy slapping me and humorously my younger brother fighting for me. 

We were asked to follow one male teacher, really handsome and energetic teacher with a long green book in his hand. And we were following him like in the pied piper of Hamelin. 

We were at our class howling and dragging the tables. Our class teacher gave each one of us the seats. We were divided into groups of five all mixed. Unluckily the same boy who slapped me was also in my group. I feared him so much then after.

'Nga choegi lopeon ain..' our teacher said at the very first meet of which the meaning I knew only later, I am your teacher. His name was Sangay Tenzin and was the first person whom I called 'sir'. He was so gentle to deal with the wild children like us. I liked him from the first time itself.

It took only several weeks to learn Dzongkha dialect for me, by mingling with so many friends. And after one month I began to tell," my name is Hannah Rai". 

We started to shout, "Good morning Sir" when our sir came and was followed by "thank you sir" when he said to sit down. It became usual thing from then.

It was so difficult for me. My kira would be hanging with tailed Kera. The shoes would turn into dusty rock. And another major problem was I would get lost finding my class, but thanks to my cousin sisters of class four and six who helped me.

Wednesday, April 25, 2012


Beloved teachers,


"The dream begins with a teacher who believes in you, who tugs and pmehes and leads you to the next plateau, sometimes poking you with a sharp stick called "truth."  (Dan Rather).

You all have made me to dream high, and sharpen our thought and instilled value in me that gives me an everlasting hope in all the circumstances. I am sharpened and depleted by you all. I never realized when you all left me with your imprinted impression. I feel so lucky to be guided and taught by you all. Like all the professions, I felt you all entered into my life, but I never tried to peek into what you all have made me to be. Now I realize it. You were only out of many who expected great and hoped high from me, who had the eagerness to see your students being valuable. Besides holding the text book, you all have enriched me with ever green value in me which makes me a human.

Now I am going to be what you all are, but I am doubtful whether I will leave the same impression on my students like you all did. But I would also promise that I will never let you all down. The inspiration you left on me is perfect and I will also strive for that perfectness.

So today on your day, I pray with all my heart for all of you, our role models and wish I would also be like you all.   Wish you many happiness and long lives.

                                                                            With lot’ of love

                                                                              Hannah                                                                                                                               



Monday, April 16, 2012

MY REVIVED DEDICATION
I had always wanted to be a doctor, and I did try my best to fulfill it but I failed. And every one complained that I haven't worked hard. But what if I haven't studied and got it? Then definitely I know all will say I did work hard. Since twelve years of my stay in the school, I have been rewarded for my hard work. But for the first time in my life, i.e last year, I have failed and strangely that year was my turning point...I did fail in the crucial point of my life. It's so painful when we are not being rewarded and it's more painful if our failures are being insulted. 

I knew every body had great expectations from me, and I didn't ignored it. Instead their expectations were main guideline for me. But what can I explain now when I've failed? And if I try to do so, I'm sure nobody will believe me because all we need is the prove which I don't have. Every body now blames me that I did not work hard, and sometimes I too start feeling I actually didn't. The humans' notion is that every thing has to be proven and seen practically and that they feel is in succeeding .But who can ever try to dig out who have made lot of sacrifices in keeping their dream? And who would know how difficult it is to overcome the failure? All they need is the reality and the proven world.

It was hard for me in the beginning  but now I feel I've learned more. And my failure has greater significance than what I would have learned in my success. I have indeed learned about this world, and it's tendencies.  I realize now that I have grown up.I am becoming a woman indeed. 

And the profession that I finally chose is the most appropriate for me. I have to take responsibilities, challenges and pain of my students. I must and will try my best to feel the hearts of my students. I had and have many teachers who really inspired me to be me, and I too want to leave a greater and everlasting impression on my children. As said by  Henry Adams, "A teacher affects eternity:he can never tell where his influence stops." I want to create an influencing life in them. 

And as I start my journey on preparing for my above stated words, I would like to pray to God to always help me not only to teach my children but also let me feel them, and their hearts... for what I believe is that to be a good teacher one must first be a good human and a human needs an empathetical heart. 
I just want to be a simple teacher who works hard as much as their children does and at least bring some change in them. 
I could not be a doctor but at least I will make some one a doctor, and for that day I'm always looking forward.!!!!