I delivered this speech on 03rd September, 2016 at Motithang HSS. I was invited by my former English teacher, Madam Sonam Choden Lungten, who taught me when I was in class IX and continued to be with me till I completed my class 12. She hugely contributed to my writing passion with incessant inspiration and editing my messy write-ups. I always rejoiced being with her as we always talked about writing. I still remember how she blushed when I complimented that she looked so beautiful in her white tego, blue wonju and pea-cock feathered ear-wear. Those are some of the memories out of many that I always treasure in my heart.
Good morning to you all.
Respected Principal, teachers and my dear friends.
Thank you Madam SonamChoden for this wonderful opportunity and highly hyperbolic introduction.
As I am an aspiring writer, I thought you would better like my writing than my speech. Thus, I wrote my speech. I am very reluctant that I may not speak anything worth, and sorry for making you all stand.
I will briefly talk about three things.
1. About my books.
2. About pursuing your dream.
3. About parents and teachers,
About my books.
Thus far I published two books. I wrote my first book when I completed my class 12. I titled it The Joy of a Beautiful Dreams. To publish it, I approached every so called publishing houses in Thimphu. It’s a sad story that they rejected my manuscript even before reading it.
Is it a guide book? is what everybody asked me. No sooner did I say it isn’t than they rejected. We don’t publish anything besides guide books. But they couldn’t stop me. I kept looking for somebody to loan me, and finally one Health Assistant (Mr Kamal Gurung) of my village agreed to loan me Nu 28, 000.
And I wrote my second book when I was in third year in my college. There, I happened to fall in love with a beautiful girl. I started writing it as a diary entries just to see smile on her face. That beautiful smile. And she never read anything besides what I wrote for her. As I kept writing, after a month or two, I realized that I can develop it into a novel. Then I started working on it. Novel writing is such a tedious and long process that she left me before I completed my novel. Knowing the fact that Bhutanese publishers won’t publish anything besides guide books, my editor, Mr Ngawang Phuntsho and Mr Passang Passu Tshering came up with a beautiful idea of crowd-publishing. Number of investors invested amount in different categories of 10,000. 7500. 5000. 3000. And 2500. And we returned their money in the form of books with 50% profit.
Then I went to bookstores, I won’t name it here.
I asked, would you like to sell my book, please?
Where is it? They asked.
I showed them my novel. It was in best shape it can be in. They were too reluctant that they wanted to keep only 10 copies. They told me that Bhutanese writers don’t sell at all. And asked for hefty 35% discount. I swallowed but I agreed. Then, I advertised my book in Facebook and they finished selling 10 copies on the same night. They called me and asked me to drop them another 20 copies. They finished it too. Then they asked me to give them whatever copies I had. I just had 100 copies. Then, it was my turn. I told them, I will give you books but I won’t give 35% discount. I demanded them to agree on 20% discount.
Thus, it helped Chronicle of a Love Foretold become instant best seller.
I heard that there are some of you who want to become a writer. Please keep nurturing your passion. Follow your dream. No matter what you choose to be professionally, you can always write. And to write you must always read. Read. And read. I will be a full-fledged physiotherapist by profession, if I make through this RCSC but my passion for writing will never die. I always say that Physiotherapy is my legal wife and writing my girlfriend. I am not faithful though.
Writing is an art which requires lot of patience, perseverance and strict discipline. Back in my college, when I was writing Chronicle of a Love Foretold, I wasn’t free. I didn’t compromise my academic performance just because I was writing. But I used to be working on my story, sitting in a corner, when my friends went out with their girlfriends. I used to be editing my work when they went out to play football. Sometimes, I even sacrificed my meals to complete a chapter or a paragraph. Writing isn’t easy but it isn’t impossible too. I never found writing tiresome. Every word I scribbled, every sentence I finished and every paragraph I completed was a celebration.
About pursuing your dreams
You all are very fortunate to be in Motithang Higher Secondary School with sophisticated facilities, resourceful and knowledgeable teachers under the leadership of your wise Principal. Make use of these facilities. Do everything you can to excel. I would particularly want my friends of class X and XII to understand my message here. You all are in very crucial stage of your life, and a mistake you make at this point would haunt you through rest of your life. I was so hopeful that I would qualify for MBBS and I studied so hard. But that mistake that I made at the last moment spoilt everything. While writing my exam, I couldn’t finish writing my favorite paper. That was Chemistry paper. I left 10 marks blank. I was so hurt that I didn’t study for Physics paper though I had 2 days to go. I wasted my time lamenting over the spilt milk. So, at last I scored 83 in Chemistry and Biology, with just 74 in Physics. That dragged down my rank and I didn’t make it to MBBS. That pain of not getting what you want. That regret. Is so painful, it’s differently painful and the most painful thing is you can’t turn back the clock and go there to correct it. Every night I went to my bed and cried, had I just utilized that two days properly I would have qualified for MBBS. Everytime I saw doctors, my heart melt and I cried. All we have is present moment. Make best use of it. Give your best and leave rest to God. So, don’t repeat the mistake that I made some six years ago. I wish you all the best in your exam.
About parents and teachers…
|With Madam Sonam Choden Lungten|
Our parents and teachers are two people who will completely rejoice in our success. You can see, my English teacher, Madam SonamChoden smiling there. No matter how much our best friend love us, if you score more than him/her, he/she will definitely get hurt or jealous that he/she couldn’t score or succeed as much as you did. Jokes aside. Don’t fight with your best friends because I said this.
You must respect your teachers no matter whether he/she teaches you or not. It was a sad story shared by social activist and former teacher of Royal Academy that students lied him saying they don’t know that particular teacher. Don’t let this happen in this school. It is so much easy to bring down the name of your school. If someone encounter any one of you smoking somewhere in town with your uniform, people will biasedly assume that every student of Motithang smoke. But it is so hard to build reputation of your school. If one of you top whole Bhutan in class X or XII, people will say it could be because teachers from Motithang set question paper. Or will say it is by chance, let’s wait and see if anyone from Motithang will top next year. Such is the satirical aspect of human mind.
Parents love us unconditionally. Your happiness means everything for them. They don’t expect anything in return. If you speak nicely with them, it means everything. I make sure I call my mom at least four times in a week, and you won’t know how much happiness it gives her. She will be full of smile, for whole day.