My Dearest Students,
How different time is today from the time we met in the
beginning? It was spring; everything was greening, blooming, welcoming and rejuvenating.
We enjoyed the mirth of its bountiful offerings. We danced to the tune of the
soft wind; we got drunk in the nectar of its beauty. We celebrated many faceted
victories in the grandeur, many a times. We braved and faced and overcame
difficulties with ease. Difficult times that unfolded its evil snare to trap us
in were molded into opportunities and used as ladder for us to climb and reach
the unreached. Difficult tasks stooped low against our unifying forces and made
it appear humble. We have never tasted defeat.
In peace and tranquility, we have learnt to weave tapestry
of different color and design that would definitely find its place of
importance in life. We have with utmost joy, learnt the art of living.
Education is indispensable. Education is eye-opener. Educated persons can easily
be distinguished from the uneducated persons: their thought differs immensely,
work they initiate result in high yields. Unlike in the past, we now know why
educated persons are placed above others and offered respects. We are not
jealous. Rather, you and I have adapted to new taste and wished to earn
reputation and respect from society and win heart, sympathy and friendship from
strangers and persons who look at us with contempt, through education. Once we
find taste in something, we become addicted to it. There is no way for us to
get out of this truth. No matter, how hard, how expensive, and what elevation
education reaches, we shall never quit pursuing education. Education will
remain our top priority.
I write this as if you are writing it or as if I know
everything of you. Or who can argue me wrong if I say I know both in and out of
each one of you? By this time of the year, I have spent four years with many of
you with the exception of few. To tell the truth, for teachers, a few moments are
enough to learn of his students. Why can’t I learn and discover of my students
in four years? What would have been left for me to learn of my students now? I
have tried not to miss any single moment with you. I was there watching you
perform cultural programs on the stage, witnessing the exalting moments of your
literary programs, shaking head and imagining myself as one artiste on the
stage watching you perform entertaining drama, and comforting you the moment I
found you with low spirit and motivating, encouraging and at times literary
inspiring you to perform even better. The crux of my talk is that I have, in
blood and flesh, become part of you.
Unaware, in the dream drawn by heavenly jubilation, time has
reached the brink of our separation. I do not know how possible our separation
is. However, as a matter of fact, the season of fertility is followed by harsh
season of dryness. With pain no less than the separation of nail from flesh to
me, I must give vent to my desire to cling on to our togetherness. Time may
subside pain and heal my wound. I let you loose from today, of course, with
difficulty so that you can gradually move away from me like thin cloth piece
being swept away by wind in a wavy condition to land on a place which would be
your final destination.
From your participation in different activities, interest
you took in creative arts, sacrifices you made, patience and endurance you had
in learning, I see silver lining in your life not far from where you are now.
You and I know very well that we are not born with silver spoon in our mouth,
but your hard work brought you close to the person with one. Do not forget,
even amidst your wildest dream that you are about to become a bright shining
star, responsible and respectable persons. Tread the way you are already
through. Need not falter; do not fall prey to drunkard, drug addicts, and
influential wasters. You are distinctly different from those sections of
people. It is absolutely needless to doubt your potentialities. I know you all
are persons about to mushroom into caring doctors, accurate engineers, perfect architects,
inquisitive historians, daring pilots, farsighted leaders and all. I salute you
all in advance, my dearest students of classes X and XII 2013 batch, for what
you are all going to become.
Above all, you all are productive and brain-boxes citizens
of our country, proud children of your parents, and cream products of Baylling
HSS. Live with ingrained qualities like placing our Nation above everything,
serve it with utmost dedication and loyalty, and remain ever ready in thoughts
and actions to place life if need be. Gods cannot be seen. Gods created parents
in its own image. So, worship parents with no less feeling than what and how you
would have worshipped Gods. Every command they give is precious and pious. You
must not remain complacent and let it enter into a space of oblivion. Do not
let them have any instance of regret. Make them feel proud that they gave birth
to sons or daughters like you.
Should you need any support, your alma mater – Bylling HSS
shall remain opened, extended and as always, welcomed. I left my premier college,
Sherubtse College fifteen years ago. Still, I find it difficult to forget the long
clock tower it has on its exterior, red colored academic buildings where
thousands of geniuses of Bhutan studied, a library room-reservoir of
knowledge, different hostels where I put up at different times and the mess
dining hall where I had meals for five long years. I get nostalgia even today.
I never pass it, when I chance to pass by, without glancing and praying for its
continued success and growth. What I am now is solely because of my former
schools and College. I am sure it is needless for me to mention why I am
recounting this. You know the best.
Good luck! May you all get courage to face wilderness in
search of your destiny. Except to a few gifted persons, many do not come across
bed of roses instantaneously. May you recognize your final destiny at a glance!
All faculty members, here at Baylling and I shall keep our fingers crossed,
crossed and always crossed for your success.
Sincerely yours,
Yonten Jamtsho
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