Preparation for IELTS

The October has been the busiest month of the year ever. Trial exam going on and the most worrying and scaring task for the upcoming IELTS exam on November 1.
Preparation for the IELTS is not a piece of cake. I have been preparing so far and still I find it difficult and it keeps me worrying.
Four sections of listening test are no more different than driving, where we need to work different skills, listening, analyzing and writing simultaneously at a time.
Three sections of passage is no different than a 100 m race, here we need to skim through the passage to get through 40 questions within 60 minutes.
Two sections of writing task i.e. 2 essays within 60 minutes and three sections of speaking test which last for 14 to 15 minutes.
I wish I had enough time for the preparation but now everything got rushed up at the last minute. May the luck favour me and pray for the God to bless me. However, I will do my best and rest might be taken care automatically.


"Gift of an inestimable Value"

Under the circlet of DLSS I was grown up,
Guided by its principles and the teachers,
Yearning dreams of mine are made come true,
Earnestly I am touch and hurdled by its souvenir,
Noble wisdom must hereafter radiates forever.

December 17th as we celebrate the Golden Jubilee,
Objectively marking 60th Birth Anniversary of 4th King,
Rendering the construction of first ever clock tower,   
Jubilantly bring all the hard work and success together,  
Ignominiously must not linger unaltered latter.

Calling back to the time we enjoyed,
Pertaining to the ideals that we inherited,
Apprehend DLSS had endow us with the life,
We offer our deference and neighborliness.

Let me pay reverence to all the bygone teachers,
As the birds warble notes to the morning air,
My prayers are for the well being of those teachers,
I am thankful for life and the blessings given.

For those departed soul of our great teachers,
I pray for God to keep their soul in his love,
To those now serving the nation with loyalty,
I   bestow a word of cheer and salute for all.

The clout of modernization and democracy,
Cheered by the first ever elected parliamentarian,
All alumni under his wise leadership have matured,
To manifest day with programs being celebrated.


The Negative Call Value

Bhutan telecommunication services had been one of the outmost service providers in the country in regard to telephoning category. There has been so many pros and cons, however, with the coming up of tashicell the unattainable desire of the people has been quenched to certain extend. Above all, I had been using B-mobile services since the eyes of mobile had opened in Bhutan.
I have received so many offers and bonus from Bhutan telecom in each and every important celebrations being observed in our country. One of the interesting offers were happy hours weekends one every Friday of the week. Every Bhutanese were lucky to have such a well settled cooperate. With the modernization in Bhutan telecommunication has been one of the key to connect people in and around the country. In addition, Bhutan as one of the young democracy communication has become the necessary tools to serve its purposes.
On the other hand, looking at the economy of the country, the government had decided to tax the B-mobile users with effect from 1st October, 2014. For every hundred recharged we need to pay Nu. 5/- .if we are buying vehicles we pay tax, for using fuel we pay tax and actually for everything we are paying taxes. I think at present day and age, it is difficult to survive without paying taxes. Now the situation has arrived in the country of young democracy.

Well, I think, I am to stress on the b-mobile services provided so far in Bhutan. So till now, b-mobile services had been the part of Bhutanese live. With the competition given to b-mobile by tashicell, b-mobile has started offering the call value up to negative fifteen in which later on being deducted upon recharging. It was of more advantages and satisfying but now starting from 1st October, 2014 the services has been nowhere.

Now, the question is did Bhutan telecom inform their clients for discontinuing the service? So far, we clients have been receiving notice through sms regarding network maintenance, disrupting of networks, bonus on happy hours and other special offers but this time, I as a client did not receive any information and quarries regarding the prohibition of the negative call value up to 15. I personally want to appeal the concern agency or authority to let the public know the facts about it.

Finally, since the democracy has just budded in a small country like ours, I know that we individual as citizen and son of the country, still we have right to speech and right to information has to be thereof.   


Message to my Mother

I was budded in an underprivileged family. I did not receive well care from my mom, I say this because, I have bad experiences as I grew up without her presence in my infant stage. I am sure she had many wishes and dreams for her infant. I know it was not her intention to depart from me at such stage. 
I knew she loved me very much; she might have scarified her sickness worrying about me. I cannot imagine the pain and the worries she would have had during her illness. The disease would have made her body numbness and the worry about me would have made her speechless. The only wish at the time of her sickness for her was to get alright and recover herself so that she would help me grow up well. 
Dear Mom, I have tried many a time to recollect who you were, from the time I was able to but failed. I remember nothing; it appears blank at all times when I reflect back. If you have not left me early I would have many stories to tell you. Since, I remember things maybe when I was competent enough to do so. 
Mom, I will tell you the story now. When I was five years old somehow it struck my mind and I really sensed it thereafter. Many called me “singza wagtsa” (motherless child) and our family popularly known as “dhugpu” (pitiable) in the community had difficult time to survive even to get “ashum thugpa”(porridge made out of maize residue). That time father and sister would disappear early in the morning yearning for the next meal leaving me and step mother at home. At the end of the day they would sometime return empty hand and of course tired. Many a time they would bring a bag of wild sweet potatoes. This would serve us about three to four days. 
One of the routine of our family, which the neighbor always used to blame on us was on quarreling.  We would not have had peaceful meal at any cost because the ignition of quarrel among father, step mother and sister would gear up during meal time. Sister would serve the meal (wild sweet potatoes) one by one. I did not know the reason but saw them shouting each other. Upsetting of step mother so swift and she would not take the meal (sweet potatoes); the hardly earned meal, sweet potatoes) would remain cold on her plate. 
Finally she would alter a word out of frustration“don’t you get better meals than this?” she said. “We have trough time even to get such meal and with so much of trouble we are serving you. If you are not able to adjust with us you may go back home and have better meals. No objection from me” sister said. Father would not flow his words easily but land up with warning. “Do not complain!, fill in your belly with whatever I provide you” otherwise consequences will not be other than my hands pounding on your head. She was having difficult time to adjust with us. 
Thereafter I came to know that she was new member in our family. After every quarrel she would file up the case with father, she would call her brother to backup her. Slowly she was adapting into the situation. There was no one to care me when father and sister were away from home. She would stay at home and force me to do household chores. 
Few months later she gave birth to a son. I saw myself loitering among friends without having proper attire to wear and home to live. I have to twirl in the domicile of relatives. Father used to reach home late evening from field. To be continued...


 
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