Indira

No cow milk

Once a man brought an 8 months old baby in the Women Forum Office headed by me. The baby was crying for mums breast-feed. The man sought help from the Forum to find out his missing wife since two days ago.

At first every member of the Forum felt so pity on the baby and with the missing lady. Later it came to notice that the woman had eloped with her sister’s husband becoming second wife and gone to next camp. Then everybody started to showing anger upon her and murmured rebuking words for the lady going out leaving her cradle baby.

Three days later the camp security volunteers guided the new couples into the Forum Office. “No cow milk, mum’s breast”, the baby’s yelling was buzzing to everyone’s ear. All of a sudden every female of the Forum broke out into mouthing to the lady for her stupidity and negligence towards her cradle baby. Some of them jumped upon her beating and slapping. Hardly I could stopped them further beating.

Very next day of the incident an aggressive gang of young boys entered the office and charged me that why I didn’t refer to bar to the women who had beaten the lady. I was not aware of such situation that I should face. Two of them let their one foot each on top of office table. They charged pointing out their index finger towards me while I was sitting on the chair next to them. At first I was afraid of them.

“Instead of them, if you all have such intention, report to the police and put me into the gaol. I head this Forum and I am the responsible person here ready to face such situation.” I faced their challenge to save my colleagues.

Further I put forth my argument towards them. I gave them pressure to forward the lady to the bar at first being a culprit of abusing child rights. Secondly to the man who dare to marry second wife as he had already one wife with him. Then only my turn comes to offence against beating.

I knew that they were aware of the law of Nepal Government against plural marriage and abuse of child rights. Then the gangs were side lined one by one slowly and got away from the office room.

I took long breath of victory. My colleagues picked me up with cheerful joy and carried me around the office premises.

Likewise I faced many challenges during my camp life in Nepal.

Indira Sharma

A winning smile

On my class writing today, I would like to introduce my brother in-law Uday Sharma an educator and a writer. He is my husband’s youngest brother who lives in Katmandu (the capital city of Nepal).

Originally he is from Bhutan. He was matriculated in 1989. In the beginning of 1990 he was admitted in one of the renowned college of Bhutan. Unfortunately he could study only for three months in college and for some reason he was expelled out of the country. Then his academic study was almost broke off. He went to Nepal and started to work as a teacher in a private school.

Uday was a talented student from the very beginning of his schooldays. In his school life he always obtained top marks in the class. He used to read the syllabus books only once or twice thoroughly for whole session and solved the equations of mathematics accordingly. Rest of the time he usually read the non-syllabus books from library.

Becoming a teacher in Nepal Uday studied very hard to develop his carrier. He read lots and lots of books of different writers around the world. He learnt different English native speaker’s accent and made his tongue perfect as of British speakers’. He developed his writing skills from different articles and sending them to publish in English newspapers and magazines. Subsequently he became a renowned school syllabus writer and an educator.

I was amazed to hear that he walked on blazing fire of coal and over the pile of broken bottles bare feet. He writes about his experience on it; “I did the 12 feet marathon and when I reached the other end there was a winning smile on my lips and not a tiniest burn on my feet.”

Once he was a chain smoker but he quit it by his own will. He became a vegetarian and stopped drinking alcohol. At present he lives a simple life with his wife and one son in his own house.

If anyone would like to visit him, his website is [|http://www.uday-sharma.com] and [] .

Indira Sharma. = My Grandfather =

My grandfather Pravakar Sharma was a great astrologer in Darjeeling district in India in a village called Lingsey bordered to kingdom of Sikkim (now a state of India). Several people daily visited him. He was not to take his meal without guests. Culturally guests are believed as the messengers of god in our community.

In those days there were no easy transportation. People used to come from far of places to read their horoscopes. For many times the evening meals were served and managed lodges to more than forty peoples at a night.

Pravaker was a wise man. Whenever high ranked officials (especially from Sikkim) visited him, he used to ask some assistant for the development of the society. With that support he construct a 10km long motor able rough road cutting mountains up to his village from a border town in Sikkim.

Likewise he built a religious school and allowed boarders to live and to read free of charge. Even today not only the local students, students from Bhutan, Sikkim and other far of places go to read in that school. At the same place he also built a golden crowned temple as a worshiping place for villagers.

Further more he opened a co-operative shop from where people could purchase the household needs at the government supplied subsidy rate.

For his visionary work for the people Pravaker was honored as secretary of the community. He passed away at the age of 96 years chanting a prayers.

Tom went to the school,He got stomachache and bend over and he went to the clinic .He wanted appoinment to doctor, Receptionist saw it was emergency ,she ask him to wait but it was a rong place only the pregent women are there

Hi! My name is Indira. I was born in Bhutan. Iam 49 years old. Bhutan is a very beautiful country. I had a big house and a shop in the market.My father and mother were shopkeepers.

I studied in school for 8 years. I left school in 1976. I grew up in Bhutan. After leaving school in 1980, I got married with my husband, Ambika. He was a good government service man. For this reason, I didnt do any job in Bhutan. I have four children. I have to take care of them.

We Bhutanese people had a big problem in our country. Two kinds of people in Bhutan. One is the Nepalese and the other is Druckpa Government. The king made two kinds of law in our country. We have a long story but I can't write now.

In 1992, I bacame a refugee. I lost my home, field, property, everything in Bhutan. I have had to face many problems in the Refugee camp for the last 16 years.

Now I have got help from the Australian Government and the U.N.H.C.R. They have saved my family in Australia. Australia has a good education program for my children and ourselvesd. There is good food. It is an easy lifestyle. There is also a good system and a good government and helpful people. Now I am so happy to live in Australia.

** DASHERA IN BHUTAN **

Every year we have a big holiday in Dashera.It is a big festival of Nepalese community .In Dashera ,at first our Father and Mother put tika on our forhead. After that we have to go to other relatives like Grandmother Grantfather uncle aunt and to all the elder people's houses. In this festival we make many kinds of food items and we get together for dinner, lunch, playing games ect. In our society its believed that the Gods give us blessing in this festival because on this day the Gods won the battle against the demons.

**A LOT OF WORK IN THE GARDEN**

On Sunday I did lots of work in the garden. It was a busy day; I love to do work in the garden with my family because it is the time for planting vegetables.
 * New broccoli seedlings and cauliflower ............... Beans, potatoes and dill ................Bej **

I got up in the morning and my family and I went to the garden to prepare the soil for planting our vegetables. Two weeks ago my husband had mowed the lawn .We now mixed the grass cuttings with sheep manure and soil and made beautiful loam for planting.

After that we did house work together in the day time. At last in the evening we all went to the garden again and planted cauliflower and broccoli seedlings. Finally my husband watered in the new seedlings and we were happy. I hope it will grow properly like this if I do the work with my family we enjoy each other.

Indira and her family have made a fantastic vegetable garden to feed the family. And they have beautiful flowers too!

media type="custom" key="5017323" Hello my name is Indira and I've been here in Hobart since the 28th of october. I'm learning English in the Polytechnic as well. I did the work it out course in 2009 in Polytechnic. The 'Work it out' course helped me to get a job .Gayle and Jenny did hard work for to get a job for me .All the teachers are so helpfull in Polytechnic but I have a problems about language I don't speak good English so I have to learn English. In work place, English is different I can't understnd what they are speaking. **__ When I was in School __**

I was lean and thin and weak in my class. Some of my friends used to harass me if I didn’t obey them. Usually they asked me to bring chocolates, sweets and clothes from the shop owned by my parents. I was very poor in learning the Bhutanese language. The Language Teacher was very rude to the students. He used to beat hard with a stick for simple mistakes. Usually I attended the class with constant fear during language subject in my whole school life. I usually noticed that some of the friends did not attend the language class regularly. One day they made me their partner to run out of the class. I thought it was a good idea to escape from beatings. There was a small river near to our school. I went there and enjoyed fishing using my own uniform skirt. I was excited to catch small fishes. More than that I was happy to be free from beatings. In the evening I went home at the usual time of the school. My mother noticed my wet uniform. I told her the fact. At once she caught me and beat me for a long time with a bamboo stick. I was threatened not to run away from the school. Next day I arrived at School in the same uniform with an odor of bad smell of raw fish. I was called by Head Mistress along with my friends in front of the assembly area. We were beaten very mercilessly in front of all the students of School. Then I got sick and couldn’t attend the School for more than one week. Indira Sharma

__Letter to a friend__

Dear Ranu, How are you? I'm fine. I'm in Hobart. I'm studying English at Polytechnic with the international students from different countries, different cultures and they speak different languages. Hobart is a beautiful place to live in. It has beautiful climate through out the year that is quite cold in winter but not too hot in summer.It is sarrownded by foot hills. It is situated in the bank of Tasmanian sea. Derwent river flows in the middle of the city. It has lots of beaches and bays to enjoy weekend and holydays. Hobart city is close to Mount wellington and Mount Nelson which attract thousands of tourists every year.The city council of Hobart maintain parks, playing center for children and you can make barbeque in most of the beaches and the parks. Finally, I am proud to say that Hobart is one of the most natural beauty places in Australia.

Autobiography 3 / 3/ 2011

My name is Indira.I was born in Bhutan. I arrived in Australia on 28 th October 2008 .I live with my family in Howrah.I live with my husband and one son,There are three people in my family.My husband is sick ,my son is a student as well, He is doing a job and I am student too. I want to do certificate 111 then I can able do the course in agedcare .In future I want to job in agedcare or any work in community service but I want to improve my English first.