Lobey Lungten Wangdue Neither I forget the past nor do I fail to recall those to the peak of my enthusiasm. Everything seemed formal and normal at that point of time. The normalcy in the worn out unpaired slippers and the wounded shoes, the bullet spotted scars on their stockings, the laundry phobic faded ghos and the blackish la-gye resembling that of a retired official.
At times, when our footwear contradicts the “rule of Bata Slippers”, the school authority usually seizes off from us and few of them even went to the extent of putting plastics to avoid the pain of barefoot walks.
The hostile place frequently shrouded with mists and fogs blur the surroundings most of the time facilitating the comings of unseasonal rains. The puddles on the muddy roads to the classrooms and dining halls have contributed a lot to create perfect dramas in the campus.
If you get to visit the place and feels like to watch and enjoy those 3Ds, I would advise you to make an early entry into the campus before the students head towards their morning study. We have an elevated hill for you in the center giving a perfect overlooks of the academic blocks and I am sure, your presence there will not bring distraction to anyone. Have patience to make a wait and if you are too bored, we too have a chhorten there for your spiritual purification.
If you are so curious and wish to begin your experiment as early as 3 AM, you will get to know how actually people put hard works and excel in their academics. Apology ‘cause I think I am diverting from the intended points. Coming to the point, around 5:20 AM there will be a call for the morning study by a bell keeper lasting for about 5 minutes and you will hear few murmurs from the foggy roads to the classrooms walking to the tune of a bell. The beats of the bell would get swifter as it concludes its final call exactly at 5:30 AM.
Though the morning study commences right after the bell ceases to sound but you would still see continuous flow of lazy foxes joining the classes. Now the real drama begins here. Fold your leg and arms, rub your eyes to ease your sight and get ready. Just wait and see, and enjoy it as well.
“….dook….doook….doook….. doook….”
You will see those late comers speeding through the foggy air. As and when you notice them accelerating their runs, you will hear wild voices from far behind them. Just listen to it properly and you will hear brassy commands coupled with extreme anger:
“…kota dhi tshu,… wang-tah lung-tah ga nyam mi dhi,… keysa keywong mey….”
If you carefully stare at this man, you will certainly come to know that, he is the only one in the campus who takes an initiative to induce punctuality and other values to the students besides classroom learning. He warns us to be on time always, and when he gets violent, he fails to handle the pleas of mercy.
Particularly during monsoon rainy days, an escape from his attack is not just possible. If you actually watch the scene, he would be seen running and shouting at the peak of his voice after those late goers. He would throw whatever appears before him to those poor fellows. As he make closer to those helpless people, a group would get dispersed to various directions each prioritizing their own escape. Sometimes, their slippers get sunk in the mud making them to run barefoot through bushy short cuts. Those days were so funny.
He did it for us. He placed to this point. His lessons are our morals and we value them a lot. I wrote this piece to celebrate his great contribution to us. He made us what we are. Hat-off to my beloved Lopen Lungten Wangdue.
The hostile place frequently shrouded with mists and fogs blur the surroundings most of the time facilitating the comings of unseasonal rains. The puddles on the muddy roads to the classrooms and dining halls have contributed a lot to create perfect dramas in the campus.
If you get to visit the place and feels like to watch and enjoy those 3Ds, I would advise you to make an early entry into the campus before the students head towards their morning study. We have an elevated hill for you in the center giving a perfect overlooks of the academic blocks and I am sure, your presence there will not bring distraction to anyone. Have patience to make a wait and if you are too bored, we too have a chhorten there for your spiritual purification.
If you are so curious and wish to begin your experiment as early as 3 AM, you will get to know how actually people put hard works and excel in their academics. Apology ‘cause I think I am diverting from the intended points. Coming to the point, around 5:20 AM there will be a call for the morning study by a bell keeper lasting for about 5 minutes and you will hear few murmurs from the foggy roads to the classrooms walking to the tune of a bell. The beats of the bell would get swifter as it concludes its final call exactly at 5:30 AM.
Though the morning study commences right after the bell ceases to sound but you would still see continuous flow of lazy foxes joining the classes. Now the real drama begins here. Fold your leg and arms, rub your eyes to ease your sight and get ready. Just wait and see, and enjoy it as well.
“….dook….doook….doook….. doook….”
You will see those late comers speeding through the foggy air. As and when you notice them accelerating their runs, you will hear wild voices from far behind them. Just listen to it properly and you will hear brassy commands coupled with extreme anger:
“…kota dhi tshu,… wang-tah lung-tah ga nyam mi dhi,… keysa keywong mey….”
If you carefully stare at this man, you will certainly come to know that, he is the only one in the campus who takes an initiative to induce punctuality and other values to the students besides classroom learning. He warns us to be on time always, and when he gets violent, he fails to handle the pleas of mercy.
Particularly during monsoon rainy days, an escape from his attack is not just possible. If you actually watch the scene, he would be seen running and shouting at the peak of his voice after those late goers. He would throw whatever appears before him to those poor fellows. As he make closer to those helpless people, a group would get dispersed to various directions each prioritizing their own escape. Sometimes, their slippers get sunk in the mud making them to run barefoot through bushy short cuts. Those days were so funny.
He did it for us. He placed to this point. His lessons are our morals and we value them a lot. I wrote this piece to celebrate his great contribution to us. He made us what we are. Hat-off to my beloved Lopen Lungten Wangdue.
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