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Some People are born in Bhutan

Standing still when things move
Last evening I was watching some senior Dzongkha teachers, who were chosen for a study tour to India, speak on BBS. I was moved by the sort of gratitude that these teachers show to the authorities for the opportunity given to them. And almost all of them agreed that such study tours would expose them to diverse cultures and be one of great learning experiences! Of course, there is no doubt about it! These teachers have never been sent on any training abroad. Some of them have been teaching for more than 20 years.

Towards the end, we were also given opinions from the coordinators in the ministry, who also agreed that such tours would be very useful to the Zhungkha language teachers. But if that was the case why haven’t we done it before? Was it irrelevant back then? I find lack of budget a terrible and unacceptable excuse!

And last night I could not sleep. Rather my sleep was disturbed by the realization that there are countless teachers or other civil servants or people who work in other sectors who never had the opportunity to attend any training or had the chance to see some countries other than our own! And some of them would soon retire! But on the other hand there are people in the same department or same organizations or agencies or ministries who have no chance but to travel abroad all the time even when their health conditions are not good. What an imbalance in this mystery called life!

Some people are born in Bhutan, but they roam the world. And some people are born in Bhutan and they die here untraveled! 

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  1. This is present in any organization as you mentioned Ngawang. Well pronounced and keep it up la.

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