Picnic Picnic Picnic ……. Presentation - PART II

Well I am finally able to write again. For the past week it has seemed as if we have been living life in fast forward, so much as been crammed into every day. We were only at school on alternating days last week as there were so many other activities, engagements and commitments. I will try to pick up where I left off.

After a full day of teaching followed by whole school reading program on Monday, we had a 30-minute break before the “Farewell cum Award Nite ” began. Classes X and XII were the honoured guests and the whole school had been instructed that school uniform was not required and hairstyles would not be scrutinised for once!

There seemed to be an endless stream of certificates and prizes to give out. These certificates are very highly sought after here and are necessary for applications of all kinds including job interviews so I was thrilled that so many of our students had been successful.

Some were always going to be on the honour list as student counselors, student coordinators in charge of extra curricular activities and clubs, class captains and subject toppers, but others were winners of whole school events, and district level events that had been held through out the year.

Victory in both sporting and literary competitions was acknowledged and it was great to see that it was not the same few being honoured but students from many different classes and with diverse skills and abilities were all being rewarded.

The highlight of the occasion was the final the announcement of the 5 top awards: Best Artiste, Best Contributor, Best Sportsman, Best Sportswoman and Best Student for 2012.

There was even a special award from the boys of one particular boys’ hostel for the student who had served them as room-in-charge or was that room captain. I was pleased to see it was one of my XC boys being awarded a student-initiated prize for his diligence. The presentation of awards was interspersed with cultural performances and speeches by both teachers and students.

It was after 9pm by the time the IX and XI classes were dismissed for dinner in the dining room.

While the MPH was converted to a special dining zone for the extravagant goodbye dinner to be served to the Xs and XIIs, many of them took the opportunity to be photographed with close friends, favourite teachers, teacher coordinators of the clubs with which they have assisted all year or the principal.

Before we knew it meals were being collected and the party atmosphere that had been building all night subsided into prayers and the muffled hum of hungry people enjoying a rare treat.

My class had declared that they wanted to have a picnic early and we knew that it had to be onsite and without a sound system but we did try for special dispensation, to no avail.

I must confess that I had my doubts about their ability to pull it off. Right from the first class meeting held immediately after the whole school picnic the odds seemed to be against them.

Letters had to be written formally seeking permission from the principal, special items unavailable in Rangjung needed to be ordered from Trashigang, teams had to be organized for the many tasks that would be involved and above all else the menu had to be decided. 

At first no-one seemed to have any inclination to volunteer for anything and I was convinced that the chosen time a mere 2 days away, just wasn’t enough time especially when I knew they were both already packed with activities.

However without any warning the classroom transformed into hubs of activity and groups were writing shopping lists and others discussing table arrangements and possible solutions to the lack of a sound system, as music was a must, while those with good connections were roped in to get vegetables, rice, eggs etc from their own homes or villages at discount rates and those with relatives in the right places were called upon to prevail upon them to place orders on our behalf.

By Sunday when I joined the picnic, I last wrote about I was summoned to speak to self-appointed and very capable leader of operations Tshering, to use my influence to get permission from the warden for a couple of boys to walk back to their village to carry back the 25kg of rice that would be required.

 That went so swimmingly that by Monday it had had become my job to convince the principal that 3 or 4 of them should be allowed to go to Trashigang to get more supplies. I went to bat for them a couple of times before that one and much to my utter amazement was also approved and one of the teachers even drove them there and back. Their own connections told them he was going and achieved that!

A Grand Picnic it truly was. The public holiday was a frenzy of activity from before prayers at 7am. When I arrived at 9am it was pretty obvious who had done their time in catering circles for these kind of events before. Several of the boys astounded me with their efficiency and expertise in gutting fish, deep frying, cooking in enormous pots on open fires, vegetable chopping and generally preparing food. I had to ask them when and where they had acquired those skills: construction sites, family rituals and festivals in villages, came the surprised replies. I even learned a new trick or 2 myself. (Oil your hands before you cut up chilli even if you are using a sickle to do it!)

Those who could did and those who couldn’t, stayed out of the way. What had seemed an impossible feat of organization just 2 days before looked like a well-oiled machine by mid-morning. Obviously only a non- Bhutanese would think advance warning was necessary and invitations were handed out on the day just hours before.

The food was incredible and there was masses of it. The students were in a state of anticipation and excitement, and I was enthralled watching them work together. I remembered how fresh-faced, young and inept they had seemed less than 2 years ago and I was totally impressed with how competent, mature and dependable they looked right then.

When it came time to eat without any prompting they all donned traditional clothes. The food was consumed with gusto and the leftovers evaporated into thin air when after hours of laughing, dancing and horsing around together, evening study loomed large on the horizon.

XC did themselves proud once again. Our imminent departure had motivated the whole occasion and I know I will miss them terribly when we leave.

RLSS Annual Variety Show

The Annual Rangjung Lower Secondary School Variety Show was performed over three nights from the12^th to the 14^th of October 2012.

The audiences were impressed by the enthusiasm of the young dancers, the dedication they showed and the support of their teachers and helpers.

Culture is a huge part of life here in Bhutan. The country is walking a fine line between material development for her people and maintaining its age-old traditions.

Many of the items on our playlist were of a traditional nature while others were set to modern foreign music or songs.

The younger students are always a hit and this year was no exception. Class III performed a very moving patriotic song complete with National Flags and a live vocal accompaniment by their Class teacher, Madam Kezang. Her hauntingly beautiful voice provided the perfect foil to the energetic 8 year olds as they waved, swayed, stomped and chanted.

The PP students routinely steal the show and this year was no exception.

Our school’s Cultural Club delighted audiences night after night with their well-developed routines, disciplined and professional execution and obvious delight in showcasing their skills.

The welcome dance or ‘Joenpa Lekso’ had the singers off stage providing the vocal back up to the dancers' well-practiced moves.

Below is a picture of their rendition of the very traditional Zhungdra dance in which all the dancers sway slowly and rhythmically in a sort of hypnotic trance dance.

Each class level had their own special cultural assignment and many of them also chose to do a special item that they worked out amongst themselves utilising all those life skills we have been learning and discussing this year.

The ‘Thunder Boys’ from class VIII strutting their stuff in a very modern dance.

Not to be outdone, the class VIII girls performed their own modern number.

One solo song by our own ‘singing cowboy’ Pema Wangdi, had the audiences clapping along and cheering. 

A duet by two class VIII students, Dendup Zangmo and her co singer Pempa Wangdi almost brought tears to many eyes.

A Hindi dance by class VII girls transported us all to the set of a Bollywood movie; they must have spent many hours carefully analysing their favourite dancers’ moves.

What was one of my my favourite items of the show was a Nepali number with the almost unpronounceable title, ‘Resampheriri’. It was a fun dance with Bollywoodesque moves very well done by the class VIII girls.

The staff also performed one item, a traditional Bhutanese dance that they can do as easy as falling off a mountainside… I was asked/told/invited/instructed to join in with them. We held several practices and despite Madam Tshering’s best efforts I was still at something of a loss as to what to do most of the time… I followed along as best I could much to the enjoyment/amusement of the audiences.
Below is the photographic evidence of what was most likely my one and only serendipitous moment of synchronicity!!!! 

There is, of course, ample evidence of my distinct lack of coordination and inability to remember what must be the easiest set of dance steps in the eastern Himalayas, but it was all good fun!

Class V did a great colour coded traditional number and carried it off with aplomb.

 Class IV kept the pace hot giving us all a taste of Saturday Night Fever with their disco number.

 Class II performing under the watchful eye of their class teacher Mr. Sangay Penjor.

 Of course not every one can be a star and there was a host of behind the scenes assistance. The cooking team deserves a special mention as they set about turning piles of cabbages, oodles of onions, fresh greens, chillies and a huge 45 kg bag of flour into delectable eatables every night.

Momo production in full swing.

Q. What Bhutanese food does not have chillies?

A. None!

Here we have the ingredients for a delicious snack called chilli chops, deep fried batter coated chilli, yum yum!!!

No sign of nerves here as bigger kids help the little ones get ready for the final performance held at the Rangjung Institute of Electrical Engineering.

I am sorry to all those performers and helpers I have missed here. Rest assured you will all live on in the memories of those who were lucky enough to see the show!!!