Tuesday, June 25, 2013

Gibberish


Note: Sometimes, to kill time, I write whatever comes to my mind—pure jabberwocky. What follows is the product of nonsense thoughts. It almost killed me when I read it. Proceed with caution.


A man adjusted his bow,
Trying to shoot a crow.
The crow scooted away—the man was sad,
But the crow? The crow was very glad.


Storming out, he shouted with rage
At a lonely old sage on the hill's edge.
"Today is not your day," the sage declared.
"Come, let's pray." The man just stared.


The angry man was in despair.
"Life is not fair!" he cried through air.
"I have to feed my wife, you see,
And she will chop me up for tea."



The gentle sage gave a sudden smile,
Paused and thought for a little while.
"To feed your wife, you need not kill—
Just send her up to me on the hill."



The surprised man screamed right in his face
(There was barely any space between the place).
"You dirty oaf! You clueless clown!
That crow's my wife's favorite loaf in town!"

Saturday, June 22, 2013

No Reason

His eyes are on fire.
What is this nonsense desire?
Near her, a man stands—
jealousies, pains, itches creeping.
What is he whispering?
So near, he stands.

Wish he were dead
before he wakes from his bed.
He has no reason to say,
but if he could, he would flay.



She talks softly,
and she smiles too.
Why aren't you the same with him lately?
It is vile—like bile.

You paw-like cat.
He can smell rats.
He has nothing to say,
but you treat him like clay.



Some people don't know what love is.
Love is nothing.
You love someone without reason.
You simply love something,
but in return, you find the worst season.

Some people don't know what jealousy is.
Jealousy is love for someone.
It says: You are better than anyone,
and you are being cared for the most.
You simply resent for no reason—at most.

Some people can talk so much good
but have no basic understanding of what love is.
They simply ditch away like a piece of wood,
and with the smallest thing, you get hurt in love.

Some people have no good heart
to know about love's hurts.
They simply cry without understanding much of what hurt is.
They simply put a full stop in love
and suffer from the lack of love.

Friday, June 21, 2013

Memories


Fresh memories come back
of the path we wondered together.
Those were days of delight with you.
I cherish them. I live in the memories.
And the rest, I leave to God.

Saturday, June 15, 2013

The Worst Win


The second-term MP election is just a few weeks away, and by now, people must have mastered the fine arts of political cunning, shrewdness, and tactfulness—or at least pretended to. Voters should already have a clear idea of what makes the right candidate. Fortunately, people had excellent choices: four parties in their hands. Let's hope they picked the best two in the preliminary round. 

Back in 2008, with powerful and influential candidates in the fray, people's minds were completely hijacked—sorry, "taken over"—by DPT. And that was good. People's choice was right. DPT ruled the country with much peace and happiness, bringing development to many rural areas. On the flip side, DPT also taught Bhutanese people the value of money—and that is genuinely good. Bhutanese by nature are spendthrifts who never cared much about balances or savings. Then came the financial crunch. It was a blessing in disguise, like a strict parent who finally teaches you to save your pocket money.

Now, the two political parties' promises look lofty and sometimes downright wobbly. If their manifestos were to come true, every Bhutanese could just sit back, relax, and be spoon-fed. Government budget to each gewog, a health centre in every chiwog, community-based services, blacktopping of farm roads, 100% jobs—and etc., etc., etc. (I'm waiting for the one that promises a free pony for every household.)

But if lessons are to be learned, there are scores of very bad examples of elected members who joined politics for the love of power and money. A few turned out to be worse than statues—at least statues don't secretly fill their stomachs. Some even bought three or more bulldozers and excavators and are now running businesses on projects like Punatsangchhu. A few others relied on lip service and fake promises to grab votes. People noticed. These kinds of malfunctions—especially from the ruling party—will shrink our small nation faster than a cold shower.

Bhutan didn't know much about these pitfalls during the first election. Now people know. There are tensions lurking between the horse and the bird. Blame games are being played. Differences exist, though everyone tries to reach a common conclusion. There are talks in every small gathering about choosing a leader with a good heart, responsibility, capability, understanding—basically a superhero without a corrupt practice.

Meanwhile, the group that is supposed to remain apolitical—civil servants—are apolitical in name only. In reality, they are the most politically active bunch in society, influencing voters left and right. The majority of voters believe that educated people's choice must be right, often ignoring grassroots needs. The same goes for the religious body. In the name of religion, anti-political religious people become very political indeed. For example, some might hint that if you vote for Mr. X, he will bring good luck, good power, and good things to your village—maybe even that pony.

Politicization is important. Therefore, voters shouldn't be moved by any shaft of false hope. By now, people must also know that an individual shouldn't decide the candidate alone. Rather, it is the responsibility of people coming together and choosing their representative. Democracy is sometimes described as communities gathering together, imagining many voices pouring into a unified whole. Democracy should permeate the world beyond politics, making itself felt in the way people think, speak, work, fight, and even make mistakes. No nepotism, no relations, no bribery, nothing—but electing through collective decision is the true principle of democracy. Because it's for the greater goodness and well-being of the whole, not just one individual.

And that, is no laughing matter—even if the journey to get there often is.