Tshewang's Hingtam

Abstract  This action research was conducted in Thimyul Lower Secondary School in Lhuentse, particularly  for class VIII students in History classes. It was done with the action research question, “how can  the integration of Problem Based Learning (PBL) strategy in History subject enhances the critical  thinking skill of the students?” The very school has encountered the issue of low critical thinking  skill resulting in the cases of low academic performance and less interest in the classroom learning  of History subject. Researchers’ surveys and examinations record of the school showed the deteriorating ranks of history subject after failing to obtain good marks from the higher order  thinking skill. So, the purpose of this action research is to enhance the critical thinking skill by incorporating Problem Based Learning (PBL) strategy in teaching the history lesson. This  intervention educational action research was done with descriptive researc...

The beauty of all feelings Imprinted on the wall of eyes Words by words And empower to keep blinking All day to night And all night to day Thus, in short, the power of writing

I am somewhat stuck in my game of words Not knowing how to arrange the alphabet in line, For how, not because i lost the trend of writings lord But by wonder of love existing in the friendship live. We are friend, i do admit and it is same for your feelings We love but yes we do love each other on the hope of And building our friendship stronger than the love-living. But being close and best is also a danger of being best off. I feel i am still stuck, on the truth of game i am playing. And the truth must be revealed somehow by any means, But who will be listening on truth? May be the words flying. So shall the world be hearing my truth through flying winds.  I love you Juno, but i am your friend in your mind. You may wonder if my words reach into your ring But now, i have no space to keep it inside my mind. And don't ridicule Juno, i meant it with the flying wings. My love to you, it is not the new set on this world Some are married, with children and few ar...

Come on! The flow of spoken words, Spontaneous to the end of origin And the unseen teasure of the mouth But will of the wings, 'Heart the hero' Simply the name-bluff, due for unanswered As the source of spoken words are unsung. Oh! Words of the heart, millions- Unknown, unwritten and not feathered Singing without the tune for, and- Dancing without the music beats Deep inside the unknown hall, Just with the eagerness of every human. Speak it! Let it be finished Finish! I doubt even all resources dry Words of the heart finds for the ears. For the deaf, louder by the way By dumb, sings with the sign So shall the beauty of heart never fails. Words of the heart! And of my heart- Nearer i get, towards your warmth The pain of shiver i creates inside, Power of the heart dissolves under shy And the university of words scattered, So i mute only with the beats of heart. Breathing with the tune, heard by ear Louder then the cracks of thunder But the words of ...

I dream about you and yourself One day with you at same home, That you made in my empty house. With the dream dreaming together. And i dream about myself and my live Sometime with the highest lust with you In other days sharing the stories that went, And mostly with the pride of future together. But when does that mean come, And when do i get the time to share you, Of course sometime no time, And dreams are dreaming alone. So if i were a dog, Mr. Tubby Who sleeep at your bed duo, Who get your hands everyday, And your kisses every minute, Who gets beautiful looks, Eye kiss, tight hug and lift, Food from your hands everyday, And care and love unending, I would consider myself the best, Blessed, luckiest and smart. And that would never veils Till to the till of my ends. If i were your Tubby, I would promise you with promises The ring of love back towards you, And i would never shit at your room. I would love to keep the promises of: I would never break...

Love is the hardest subject if one can study It can be a simple lesson if we listen to words If one do a research it will be the longest chapter If not, if one fall on it, it will be a pain, The pain. The blood, The tears and the war zone. As known- Love have a order, it have a sympathy and a rude. Order, The likes and dislikes, it have accordingly And the brightness of sympathy wouldn't be as long Till the end of relationship by the death and fire and Divorce and the law-everything have a potential Potential to change by even a small word of mistake when one analyse on it, it is hard to find-get-and see And a simple to know with the practical one goes, One day love, a day care, a day dates and another sex. After and faith up, then the war, and as goes the pain. For all, if knows love is a formula for happiness That gives you a peace, but not for all as for blindly When love builds way one must pillar with compassion. In both happiness will be certain ...

The perfection of human life is to live, Then should the live to be peace and happy of course the way of love should be plain And plain must be understood and studied well. Thousand fall in love but not with the destiny to run And lead the love to the ends of love in family, But ends with the lost of virginity and its taste organs. Millions dead were by love and countless of fights, So how could the love make human live peace? Should i go wrong to you, but i am right aye- By saying love is a highway to the hell we make: Love is a root to the fruit of egoism, greed and self, And a seed of the root of fighting, killing and bloods. Better than love one is the best- the best from bests. And my philosophy just on the compassion. The mercy of pain and joy for the brief- Of sure the way of millions of greatness had gone, Truly had been in love but understood the core meaning, Of love is to give the feeling of sympathy to the opposite, Pillar the way of courage in the oppos...