He who burned his academic certificates

I was shocked literally when I heard that he has burned his certificates and mark sheets. I mean why would a man destroy his academic credentials? Today, everywhere people strive hard to strengthen their qualification and improve their market-worth. You see, many Bhutanese are committed to Continuing Education (CE). But here is a man who chooses to differ slightly. In fact greatly! Recently, he came to a conclusion that there is no meaning in keeping all those certificates and mark sheets in his cupboard. He says at the most it occupies space.

My friend Karma is a policeman who studied up to class 10. He was an excellent athlete and a great footballer. He had more than 45 certificates awarded in sports and football. But now he finds it useless keeping them. This man who is in his early twenties claims to be in his late thirties to his friends. And one thing I am impressed is the fact that his friends never know he even went to school, forget having appeared class ten exams.

He told me that friends make attempts to teach him ABC and basic numbers, which he try to learn as preached. Now let me tell you, it is not just show off. He is a humble person soft at heart. And he knows he would not change his career either. He would retire as a policeman – he wants no medals or gosas, but if he gets to serve his country, he would never mind dying a police-chuma. And where is the need for his certificates?

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