Today is my Transfer
Anniversary. As I flipped through the pages of my memory, I remembered the sole
reason for opting for transfer.
When seeking
transfer, we are either asked or we do have rationales to cement our own
proposals. I was working in a Chaskhar Lower Secondary school under Mongar
district then. So, ‘trying to get placed into any Middle Secondary Schools to
keep in touch with my electives Physics’ has occupied the first space of
options. I didn’t have the second but rather it was followed by the explanation
of the first.
But ironically, I had
ONE reason why I have asked to reassign myself to any other school. Punakha,
Bumthang and Paro failed to give me a room to write the name of other
dzongkhags as my option. Thanks to the Ministry of Education: I am placed to
Punakha, where the sacred Pungthang Dewai
Chenpoi Phodrang takes a magical stand. Wow! I have never been inside keeping
aside seeing it in reality.
That isn’t one idea
for me to celebrate. I have another. I am away at a new school. The school with
a new language, colour, shape and size: Kabesa Middle Secondary School.
Last year, on the 3rd
of October, I received a fax letter from the Director of Paro College of
Education. The subject read like this: Invitation for Writer Workshop on the
Modules in Diploma in Sports Science. The field coordinator Mr Lungten
Wangdi, took pain to waste some of his balance in passing me the message across
from his cell.
‘You are asked to participate because you have the experience of writing it. Like the one we developed HPE teachers’ manual with the Japanese counterparts in the college, it’s the work of the kind with a different name’ he reinstated.
I was excited. ‘That wasn’t an ordinary privilege being
offered’ I sighed with deep contentment. Consultants from Australia, Dr
Judth Miller and Dr John Haynes were in the lead. I wrote a lengthy mail to my
wife who was in Malaysia doing her studies, pouring in the lyrics of happiness
I bought after getting this invitation.
Working with people
of high profile and having a cup of tea (which I don’t drink) aside from them is one
crazy thing that always tops my hobby list. Through the microscopic lenses of my
imagination, I could see it would be an amazingly amazing intellectual osmosis.
However, like an
abrupt change of the scene in Hollywood motion pictures, it did eat with the
same taste in my offer. The faxed letter from the Director has been smashed with
the paws of fake reasons and rebuffed with injustice by my boss. His cruel
fingers have punched the reluctant keyboards to manifest his teeth of ego into
soft official lies like this: Subject:
In response to the Writer’s Workshop.
This shameless note bored sufficient spells to cataract the brain of the Director and has made to see the scene as he did. The dzongkhag education officials were infused with the heavier dosage of similar anaesthesia to numb their brain to shun favouring my release. And no matter, how hard I tried to spice my explanation, either with calmness or cries; it could not pass through the auditory canals of those officials.
To him and the officials,
I justified with these grabbles of words; A reply to his letter, line by line.
Since WHEN did
he realize that our school is in short of teachers? Never would it be very
different when I leave for just FOUR days to attend a workshop?
Most surprisingly, I
was engulfed by the tentacles of shock after seeing his ability to metamorphose
into a local doctor who could pre-pond the delivery date for one of our madam.
The Mongar Regional Referral Hospital announced Madam Norbu’s delivery in late November but my workshop was from 14th till 18th of
October. He took her pain as his weapon to relate without a slight relation and
bar my movement. Thus, a new mathematician evolved from a geography background
who could devise an equation to relate this operation. A genius indeed! A
genius for the cruel cause.
Interviews are held
in Thimphu. So there’s no question of asking whether I should be available in
the school after being asked to report. The journey from Chaskhar to Thimphu is officially three days and would
double when we return. And attending one
day interview adds another feather to be seven in total. I asked him to feed me
with a mechanism whereby I can stay in the school and simultaneously attend the
interview. He remained mute like suffering from tetanus, commonly known as lockjaw.
I am not very crazy
about football. Because I was a football custodian in the college and made
appearances in a few tournaments, Yadi Principal might have heard from my
colleagues teaching there. After much compulsion from my own boss, I joined
their team and suddenly, my position of defence came to be their relief. I
joined them because the wires of my reluctance were disconnected when my boss said
that my failure would corrode the bridge of his relationship with the former
Principal. But after a successful tenure of being an ambassador in promoting his
ties, this same reason is coined as my weakness. What a bold leader to eat his
subordinate alive?
Have we seen anyone
not using their Casual Leave? Genuinely or not, we use it, but with a purpose.
I had many instances noted with a clear date and told the officials concerned of
him lost without any notification in the school. The downpour of my words has
not been successful to give them even the slightest drench over the coat of
acceptance and consideration.
I wasn’t on any
official tour or being sent after his arrival. But that plain excuse, where he
wrote ‘he went on the official’ did magic
in the eyes of those inquiry team. I erected the attendance register to slogan
a proof but to no avail.
The brutal claws of
his ego and envy had the courage to write him that the nomination is done
directly creating grey areas. If he is bestowed the power to nominate, even a
man built of patience cells like Lord Buddha, would flee the scene and give up
Enlightenment. But the people who had the ability to disguise and say a cow as a bull and dance with respect and
praise even for his weaknesses can win his heart. I am never of this sort. I
say, cow as cow and bull as a bull. I am Jim Carey, the actor in Liar, where he
finds it difficult to lie and say that the blue pen is red. I say what I see,
not through the lens of others.
I lost the privilege
but not my hope. He gained his satisfaction but I survived with patience.
By writing this, I
don’t mean to cast even a slice of blame for anybody. Nor, I even design one
for them.
But in the meadow of
my blog, I would like to sow the seeds of reminders that are best expressed with a phrase:
be aware of the Wolf in the sheep’s
clothing.
"Success makes so many people hate you. I wish it wasn't that way. It would be wonderful to enjoy success without seeing envy in the eyes of those around you" Marilyn Monroe