No wonder, everything happens for money. One would
sell one’s father, mother, brother, sister…etc for money. One would kill,
murder, and transform one’s beliefs for money. Never wonder, one could do
everything under the sun, just for money. Because of all these things, I have begun
to lose trust and I am a tough guy to take into consideration. I seldom believe
anybody easily-to let the cat out of the bag. And it’s very hard to count on people
like that sometimes. Anyways, people have become evil now. There is an old
Buddhist saying, it says that the world does not change, it’s the people who
change. Time tells it so.
Sarpang kidnapped cases have become a little curious.
Within a short span of time - three months, four kidnapped were executed. And it
was executed very badly. It was like casual, easy kidnapped. A taxi driver was
dragged from the broad road for more than three weeks. An old man like my
father, 60 years or more was beaten and pulled out in the evening from his
house for another three weeks. And very recently, a student in the bar was
kidnapped in broad daylight in Sarpang town. The good thing was everyone saw
the shot, but nobody even dared to fart. And police…everyone knows, police
work is to chase the dogs, during this student kidnapped time, police may have
been snoring with their unloaded guns pointed towards their two big eggs.
Not so much to worry about. The deals will be on very soon
and you get the people back, though mentally tortured and sickness that would
exhaust throughout the life. The ransom price tag for that taxi driver was a bit lower
than that old man. And I think there will be a hike in price for that boy. There
is no fixed price as such. Inflection and deflection keep on going. The last
price for an old man was Nu. 5,00000/- Five lakhs is so much
for a poor student now. I hope our government negotiates the price tag and brings
the boy back safe home.
But seriously, border areas have become unsafe places to live in. Commodities may come cheap but one has to risk life to live. Sarpang, P/ling, Samtse, S/jongkhar, Ngalam, that fall bordering India have become dangerous places to live in. People have no mind of peace; nobody knows who the next victim is. Some media reports show how worried people are about their security. The last time, some officials from Assam visited Sarpang and have promised that such an incident wouldn’t be repeated. Despite this assurance, it goes on very violently. How ashamed is it? Can we believe people now? I bet you, don’t believe it so easily.
Now, stop playing blame games. Every one of us must be
alert. Carry patang or knife inside your gho. Or learn taekwondo or martial arts. Be
in groups of trusted people. Travel together with known people. Of all, our
government must do something very quickly. That something could be a higher and
tight security alert, secret agents in different places, and tight border
security.
Our border with India is very porous that makes it easy
to escape many goondas after creating enough problems inside. Even a single
mosquito shouldn’t pass from the borders. But as per the police, the apprehended
lists last time, some mosquitoes are already in our land. They have made a partnership kind of business with Indian counterparts. Business is business
after all. The sons of the kingdom of Bhutan want to abduct their own people.
There is a Dzongkha saying, “Zayang bangchung nang za, awa tang yang bangchung
nang tang.” The rough adaptation could be, “Eat from the plate and defecate on
the same plate.” So we are here, you don’t have to go far in search of the soul,
the soul is very much in you. The deadliest enemy comes from the most knowest
and friendliest people. Bhutan, it’s our own people, and it’s a real shame for
all of us. We believe in good; our farmers are humble, happy, we believe each
other. But what makes them turn their world, I think it’s money. Don’t crave too
much. We are GNH country. No wonder.
