Wednesday, May 1, 2013

The Greedy Ministers- Not So!


(bt/while-pm-warns-nation-against-mines-his-family-members-own-and-apply-for-multiple-mines/) show how greedy our ministers are. They wouldn’t leave anything before they go from their offices.

Here are some interesting facts and valuable comments from readers about the Prado issue. There are many thought-provoking comments mentioned in on online news. I have selected a few.

From Kuensel:
 
dragon009 wrote:
its a good act by the former opposition leader. i think others too should follow him so that Bhutan will save some budget, which can be used for other development purposes in future. the old prados can be given to other organisations and departments instead of buying new one and wasting money. the future leaders can have new ones but old vehicles should contribute in saving the budget for development in the country especially in rural bhutan.
Rewheneach wrote:
1. To OL, we were worried that you were being trapped by the polluted design of DPT and include you as one of their mafia members. Please stand by the principle. In the beginning if you refer to our articles, we told you that you could be a Minister but not a PM because something is missing in you. Over the last five years, you have emerged as one of the true leaders of Bhutan and that there is growing confidence in you amongst our communities. Qualification wise, experiences wise, leadership wise and from every angle, we are convinced that you can be a leader (PM) of the country one day. Please do keep up your work above all temptation and personal greed, where possible try to bring institute system that is good for overall interest of the country. Do not leave any grey areas where Ministers can exploit to benefit their greed and personal interest. Once again we are convinced that you could possibly lead this beautiful nation of ours one day. We need a clean man who can sacrifice all the personal temptations and greed.
To our honourable PM, we are losing our faith in you, may be you have served this nation for many decades and how many Prados and Land cruisers you would have taken both officially and without the public notice during these tenure. We had been a staunch supporter of you personally and the DPT. But our faith in you is beginning to genuinely fading slowly because of your vested interest and most importantly the last incidence of PRADOA issue make us shame. We even cannot think that you could become so cheap and greedy to ask soelra and kidu from HM when the country is running Rupee crisis, when common people are finding difficult to meet their basic needs. You could have graciously resigned with clean manner without any polluted baggage. Certainly your end of this five year was very bad, we have still hope that some lights and wisdom will prevail on you and that DPT will return Prados and Land cruisers.
Honorable PM, 5 to 10 years ago when the nation was under the monarchical system, Prados were granted to Ministers for different purpose and need and it was ok, but this cannot be continued under a democratic and different system for obvious reasons- rupee crisis, increased people’s voice, accountability to the constituencies and all this makes people to question the government. That is why Ministers and government have to be more careful and sensitive to the views and opinion of the public and important to remain clean to garner the public support and to increase the credibility and image of the government and the country. PM need to learn the long term interest of the nation instead of killing the goose at one go!!!! Prados and Land cruisers are properties of the people of Bhutan and these DPT Ministers and Thrizin cannot just rob us. Of all these days, we were proud that we have the best system in the South Asia region, we are losing this pride because of our inability of the Ministers to satisfy their greed.
So far we respected our leaders of our country, we respected our country, now we are beginning to rethink the types of leaders ruling us. We are seeing now daylight robbery, Ministers cannot just become thick skin and insensitive to the views and opinions of the public. A time may come when you will regret for misusing the power and for looting the public properties including the Prados. We will ensure that this property is returned and we will continue to hard press those looters of Prados, this is no joke- we are angry with the Ministers for robbing the Prados. We wish to see Parados are returned within this week or two. These Prados are not meant for them to ride during their campaign. That is why, we are saying if the people at the top collude and loot the public properties, the loyal citizens will lose faith in the system. We are of the view that maintaining clean system and having a faith to our leaders is utmost important than looting the public properties like Prados. Do you (PM) think we can have unity and harmony if leaders keep on looting? Do you think there will be social cohesion and equity, if there is daylight robbery like this? This is not the correct way to compare with the vehicle quota? This is gross misuse of power and Ministers abusing the flaw of the weak structural system we have. Ministers would not like to correct this flawed system because they want to exploit it to satisfy their temptations and greed. If there is no proper check and balance system in place, these Ministers will always exploit to benefit themselves and put our HM in awkward situation by asking kiddy/soelra. Shame on these beggars although they hold the position of Ministers, you have the guts to ask for kidu/soelra, it goes well if kidu/soelra is asked by the needy people. Remember that kidu/soelra if given to unfortunate ones and poor people will be appreciated. If kidu /soelra is given to rich and the powerful it signifies the collusion amongst the people in power and common citizens will view this very negatively and the reaction of the public will be very intense and strong.
This is a food for thought for all of us, but we need the Prados back, whether OL, DPT or NC chairperson, there is no excuse for them to take Prados, this is highly objectionable. It is the responsibility of PM to guide the DPT beggars instead of asking kidu/soelra from HM. Rupee crisis, common people not able to meet their basic needs and Ministers getting soelra/kidu-the biggest joke in the democratic history of ours, hope some common sense will prevail on them and initiate to return Prados. We are seriously saying, we are losing our faith to the system that was once highly regarded.
songkay said:
That’s the way to do it. Setting good examples by Opposition. Why it has to be OL n Damchoe only and always. Leaders should weigh the pros n cons. At this time they should give back the vehicles. Or may be the sentimental attachment accompanied by material attachment supersede the moral n ethical aspects of a human character. Hats-off
speakingcat apprised:
Congratulations to both the OL and Damchoe Dorji. It is indeed a noble deed. It has nothing to do with politics. It is because you two are politicians that every different work initiated by you two seems to be political in nature.
Sangaydorji commented:
“DPT said soelra is not new but an integral part of Bhutan’s culture”..This integral part of Bhutan’s culture to reward, in terms of soelra, only those in power, politically and economically should be really done away with in the larger interest of the poor population of the country. This has been one of the most important pillars of flourishing gross national corruptions, nepotism and sycophancy in the country so for long.
“stooping to the lowest common denominator” is what we expect from our leaders so that ill-visioned, high profile project like that of IT part should be avoided in future. Instead, we would wished for those low profile project that are vital to we common people. We want development activities relevant to us.
Anyway, who could have imagined to attract foreign investment, specifically in IT and related field, in one of the, technologically, least developed country on the earth, if not for our bunch of idiots.
phew noted down:
“total disrespect for the countless Bhutanese people, who struggle to meet their daily sustenance.”…very true, enough of politician wants!!
We( citizen ) have enough of
1) vegetable growing activities
2)driving 2nd hand vehicles
3) Rs 80 = Nu 100
4)2nd pay increment


From The Bhutanese:

 

Flabbergasted  wrote:

Budget for their cars: Nu. 52million
PIT : Nu. 925million
Yes, 5.5% of our PIT gone to buy new cars because of these guys.
Does anyone know how much it costs to construct a farm road? a school? provide safe drinking water?
Truth said:
sorry, not only Prados, but laptop, i-phone, fax, extension cord boxes, panel heater and even flower pots.
kk had written:
i know for sure, they wont take the flower pots, power extension cords, brooms, dustbins, spitoons.

citizenxiii commented:
given our country’s reserve position lets see what our new government and the parliamentarians would demand……. Tsawa sum at test!

Farang said:
I am utterly dismayed by this news. I did not expect our leaders have such greed. I toil hard, and yet, I find it hard to sustain a family and so on. Yes, these ministers have served the country, but people like us are also serving the country in our own little ways and according to the level of salaries and perks we get. Iam losing my faith in the governance and political development in the country. I think the resigning ministers should reconsider giving up the prados, which I think is public property. It is interesting to note that some of us have not been able to hitch a ride on the office pool vehicles even for official purposes. We have been using our own maruti cars and altos to attend many official meetings.
Mingyur posted saying:
X ministers milking the properties of Bhutanese people even when their mandate has coming to the end. It is shame that these rich people have basked befor his majesty for the cars and even office furnitures. This is not fair on people and to put HM in awkward position despite his graciousness. Kidus are only meant for the poor and needy yet these bunch of crooked ministers have the audacity to ask HM for the govt cars. They have grabbed lands, given million contracts to their near ones and duped people with so many sweet talking and had given themselves immense perks dying their office yrs, and they still seem bent on grabbing more wealth from the public. This is shame and their real face!!! Pls think twice before you vote again now. You hv seen the real face now!!
Sunmoom posted:
To fact of fake, the one who encourages looting the properties of Bhutan, Prados are properties of the people of Bhutan and these DPT Ministers, OL, and Thrizin cannot just rob us. We just cannot imagine the system we have. Of all these days, we were proud that we have the best system in the South Asia region, we are losing this pride because of our inability of the Ministers to satisfy their greed.
Ours is a small nation, we cannot play like Bangladesh and India or Nepal, anything we do in Bhutan has dire consequences because of its smallness, so there is every reason and logic to be sensitive to the public opinion and leaders must refrain from cheating and looting the public. If fact or fake is in the likes of looting the public your days are not far behind, you will soon catch up with those people convicted by the Courts one day or the other including the Ministers if they don’t surrender the Prados. We say this with very clear conviction, we will also talk this with all the people that matter to Bhutan if these goons have no shame. So far we respected our leaders of our country, we respected our country, now we are beginning to rethink the types of leaders ruling us. We are seeing now day light robbery, fake or fact cannot just become thick skin and insensitive to the views and opinions of the public. A time may come when you will regret for misusing the power and for looting the public properties including the Prados. We will ensure that this property is returned and we will continue to hard press those looters of Prados, this is no joke- we are angry with the Ministers for robbing the Prados. We wish to see Parados are returned within this week or two. These Prados are not meant for them to ride during their campaign. That is why, fake or fact, we are saying if the people at the top collude and loot the public properties, the loyal citizens will lose faith in the system. We are of the view that maintaining clean system and having a faith to our leaders is utmost important than looting the public properties like Prados. Do you (fake or fact) think we can have unity and harmony if leaders keep on looting? Do you think there will be social cohesion and equity, if there is daylight robbery like this? This is not the correct way to compare with the vehicle quota? This is gross misuse of power and Ministers abusing the flaw of the weak structural system we have. Ministers would not like to correct this flawed system because they want to exploit it to satisfy their temptations and greed. If there is no proper check and balance system in place, these Ministers will always exploit to benefit themselves.
This is a food for thought for all of us, but we need the Prados back, whether OL, DPT or NC chairperson, there is no excuse for them to take Prados even if they were granted by the King, this is highly objectionable. Rupee crisis, common people not able to meet their basic needs and Ministers getting soelra/kidu-the biggest joke in the democratic history of ours, hope some common sense will prevail on them and initiate to return Prados. We are seriously saying, we are losing our faith to the system that was once highly regarded.
May be under the monarchical system, Prados were granted for different purpose and need, but this cannot be under a different system for obvious reasons- rupee crisis, increased people’s voice, accountability to the constituencies and all this makes people to question the government. That is why Ministers and government have to be more careful and sensitive to the views and opinion of the public and important to remain clean to garner the public support and to increase the credibility and image of the government and the country. Fake or fact you got to learn the long term interest of the nation instead of killing the goose at one go!!!!

Kancho wrote:
If this trends of soelra continues: It may only be good for few and rich people and bad for other poor people. we common people need to collectively think about it and raise our views and concerns accordingly in an appropriate platform: we must make a right choice when we vote for a new government in 2013.
Chhu yesalu chhap tsap!! interesting to hear “PRADO AS Soielra” what is next now????
valcient commented:
Its sad to see that Bhutan is creating such precedent. In one had, we say we are poor, but if such things happens and we are not aware of this, one day.. for sure .. we can see ourself in a very tight and complicated situation. I just pray that we realize this, before it is too late. 
People of Bhutan should be aware that every penny counts, and this comes from the pocket of individual in terms of taxes. Good check and balance should be maintain and we as bhutanese should be a team and drive the country forward towards development. Minimizing internal expenses of the country will add up to the economy of the country, and this should be well understood by our leaders. 
Such trend would prevail, and at the end we the nation would be the sufferers. As a employee of a firm, we are never rewarded with any office belongings, and the same must prevail for every employee of this nation, These things belong to the people of Bhutan, and must be returned after been used. WE ARE HERE TO SERVE THE PEOPLE, AND NOT LET THE PEOPLE SERVE AND SUFFER FOR US. 
Dhamteng wrote:
What the OL did recently – give up his lyonpo scarf and surrendering of his Prados is the type of quality of leadership lacking in Bhutan inspite of all the efforts our Kings have made during monarchy time and even now.
The qualities exhibited by the OL show he is now ready to lead the next government. This election we youth need to make our voices and choices heard.
kadola wrote:
Thanks to OL for surrendering his Prado. …rich are becoming richer and poor are becoming poorer in Bhutan. middle and low income group Government servants who have served the Tsa-Wa sum with full dedication for more than 2-4 decades can also ask for soelra. They are the main Engine of Government
Machinery. They are the real unsung heroes.
future  posted saying:
i am glade we have selfless citizen like the former opposition leader. i love it and hope to understand many bhutanese through such understanding. as a civil servant i earn Nu. 15000 in a month, out of which, i contribute Nu.1500 as a pit to the national wealth. in a year i have net disposable income of Nu. 162000; just 6.5% of their one time solra. very amazing and worrying for all times.
i thirst for a leader like opposition leader and i would vote and urge to vote him on…cheers opposition leader, we want what you did.
my fellow bhutanese, lets be mindful of our contribution -pvt. employees, corporate employees, civil servants and the employers, and exercise our right. lets make bhutan a beautiful place to live in and lets enjoy the benefit of our contribution to the government. m fade-up with the old time ruling strategy of the DPT……..sorry.

Monday, April 29, 2013

Something

Note: The poem describes a minute bus stop in one of the terminals in Bangalore metropolitan city. Indians peeing on the wall is the most prominent thing one could see anywhere in India—in front of the crowd. Very embarrassing!



Everybody is doing something—
working, talking, staring, sitting,
sleeping, standing, waiting,
peeing…

I am doing nothing.
Just watching.
Or so I tell myself.



At a boulevard depot,
a minute bus stop,
I stand here looking—
doing nothing.
Or maybe doing everything
by doing nothing at all.



Everybody is doing something—
driving, climbing, jerking, crying,
reading, writing, playing,
peeing…

I am doing nothing.
But my mind is occupied
by all these somethings.
So am I really idle?
Or just busy in a way no one can see?



A minute watch.
Catch a touch
of wall painting
and wall washing.
Or is that just another name
for what they're doing over there?



Everybody is doing something—
selling, buying, tweaking, pulling.
Some happy, some sad, some eating.
Some angry, some disturbing.
A minute: three people peeing.

Wall painting or wall washing?
Hard to tell anymore.

I am doing nothing.
But my mind is occupied by all these somethings—
and still, I feel like I'm doing nothing.

Maybe that's my something.
Maybe watching is working.
Maybe standing here, confused and confident,
is the most honest thing anyone's doing today.

Saturday, April 27, 2013

Being Bad Boys


Boys are boys. Girls are girls. Nicely said.
Boys will remain boys—whether in Bhutan, India, Arab countries, Africa, or any community they belong to. There are no bars, no religions, no borders when it comes to their actions. They are, to put it kindly, damned bad birds.

They sleep all day and enjoy all night. They talk about sex—only sex, please, no love, no affection, no “how was your day?” They watch ridiculous movies. They play loud music. They never go to class. They never wash dishes. I suspect they believe dishes wash themselves by the sheer force of their indifference.

Very recently, a group of boys rented the upper floor flat. Four boys, one three-bedroom hall kitchen. Their behavior? Exactly the same script: loud music, zero hygiene, and sometimes—just for creativity—they throw buckets of water down the staircases. Crazy.
Those boys are complete maniacs. Because of them, I’ve started to think boys are a different species. They have no such thing as forbearance. They are sometimes like animals. In fact, they possess all the qualities of donkeys, monkeys, horses, and pigs—though I admit, that might be an insult to donkeys.

In my class, there was one very mannered, up-to-date, perfectly well-disciplined boy—more studious than even me (yes, even me). But as time passed, he changed. We told him he behaved like a girl, and now? He has become crazier than any of his classmates. He bunks class, sleeps in class, fights with teachers. He has simply become hopeless and mannerless. I feel he simply has no future. Congratulations to us—we successfully peer-pressured him into chaos.

In a distant land, there was a king. He wanted to discover where language comes from. He worked for many, many years. The crazy king asked all his ministers to research it. Finally, he concluded and laughed, declaring, "Language comes from society."
So, language is society-made. But boys, I guess, are not made by society. They are born tough and crazy by nature. The opposite of boys is girls. But mind you, some girls are not that opposite. They are equally crazy, or quite a lot more, than boys. Despite this, I do not have much knowledge of the duck's world. We live in the drake's world. (Look it up. I’ll wait.)

I have encountered many boys from different religious groups. On the surface, these boys appear religiously inclined—pious, proper, forbidden-fruit-avoiding types. But they do not. They say one thing and do the opposite right away. For example, Muslims are bound by a strict set of beliefs that forbid any form of adultery. Yet—well, you can guess. I have seen them drink, make girlfriends, sleep like pigs, and hardly ever pray. Why? Because they are boys.
Same story, different holy book.

As for me, I am a middle person—a kind of GNH follower. Not fanatical about everything, nor completely indifferent. I am on my way, doing all I can to assimilate and conform in life.
That is me.
(And no, I do not throw water down staircases. I have some standards.)

Tuesday, April 23, 2013

Have I Voted?

There I stood
In front of an Electronic Voting Machine,
Unable to decide.

Three pictures on the EVM
Reflected me:
Who am I?
Why should I press the button?
Why am I here?

Three pictures on the EVM smile.
One: my father's enemy.
Second: my cousin brother.
Third: I didn't know him—
He never visited my village.
The trio had done nothing as such for the village.

I closed my eyes
And tried to study their past.
It was too late to decide.
I had heard so many voices
For three days in the village, saying:
Mr. X is good,
Mr. Y is excellent,
Mr. Z is outstanding.

Who knows who is good?
Or bad?
Politicians are the dirtiest species on earth—
Even you and I, if in their place,
Would be unable to decide.

So be it.
Right is the freedom to choose.

I came out—
Perplexed and saddened.
Have I cast a vote?
Or just a shadow of one?

Friday, April 19, 2013

Somebody Nobody

Everybody is somebody.
Somebody is nobody.
That somebody is me.

I am nobody.
It's me.
Today.



Everybody has somebody.
Somebody has nobody.
That somebody is me.

I have nobody.
It's me.
Today.



Here, in this distant place,
I run to and fro without pace,
looking for somebody.
But there awaits nobody.

That's me.
It will only ever be me.



Here I journeyed long,
a heart without a song.
Then I heard a gong—
life pongs
with all its wrongs.



Baffled, I cry out,
thinking of lucks—
of some ducks—
and me, the dropout.

Life pongs.
Sometimes with all wrongs.



Somebody will have everything.
Someday.

That somebody is me?
Or is that just another lie I tell myself?

Life is nothing.
It's the same every day—
without you.
Or me.
Or anyone who stays.

Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Coincidence (Story)


Life has many twists and turns, and these twists and turns are the facts of realism. For every curve, there is a bend, and for every bend, there is a curve. For every significant day, there is an insignificant day. Because of the so-called unimportant days, a notable day exists in our lives. There are moments in life, thoughtless days, and unforgettable days.

Pema too has such a moment—an unforgettable day.

Pema, the celebrator of this day, is a brilliant boy of ten. Brilliant—yes, he is the topper of his class. Teachers gasp at his artwork. "What a beautiful drawing, Pema!" In every school drawing competition, the first prize is booked for him, always. That is Pema. Pema Tashi.

He is ten now, but he will never forget the day that shaped his life—blissfully. That was when he was eight years old.

He would care for, recollect, and muse over that day—the most important day of all his days. It was the day he heard that he had won a national-level poetry writing competition. He received the news on 12/11/2004. He was cherished, one of the happiest persons in the whole world. It was the turning point in his life. Because of that particular poem, he became a recognized figure. That beloved day encouraged him to continue writing from the heart and by his own hand. But it wasn't only the winning. On that day, something bizarre, unexpected, and special happened to him. Something greater than his victory.

On the night of November 11, 2004, he had a dream. He was trudging across dangerous, craggy rocks, sweating to cross them. His whole body was drenched. Then, from nowhere, a bird appeared—he couldn't name it—a white bird. The bird came beneath him and carried him to what felt like home. It was a beautiful home, filled with the radiance of candles and butter lamps. In front of him stood Jampelyang—the god of wisdom. Pema bowed low. Soon, he was awakened by a piece of music. He couldn't grasp the words. It was just a dream! To hear the music again, he tried to sleep, but sleep was gone. It was already dawn. All he could hear were knocks.

Pema opened the door. He was surprised to see a group of friends near the door, holding newspapers, all smiles and applause. He was down to earth! What had happened? Without delay, his friends told him what he would never forget for the rest of his life. They showed him the newspaper—his poem and his name were there. The previous weekend, he had sent a poem to the newspaper for the Kids' Poetry Competition. He had written about a tree in a treeless land: how a single tree changed the lives of many people, how it provided shelter for many lives. He described the shape of the tree, the surrounding landscape, and the weather conditions. It was a good poem, he thought—at least.

His poem was nominated as the best in the country. He had become like that single, lonely tree—now thronged by so many people in a short time. This day had changed him, just as his tree in the poem had changed many lives. In the struggle of his life, a white bird had appeared. This bird was his poem. He flew high. He was elated with the hive of life. The day became even more joyful when his English teacher read his poem and held him up as an example to his fellow students. Miss Dema read it three times! His teachers were proud. His classmates were proud. His school had something to be recognized for. Everyone congratulated him—all the teachers, a group of friends, a group of girls. His mother, brothers, and sisters were over the moon. His tree had brought change. His whole life had made a U-turn. After that, life had no more twists—it moved straight, no crooked paths, no hooks. He was to stay here, writing and receiving awards.

The day was swift. Merriness was everywhere, but one thing always lingered in his mind: his father's return. His father was said to have gone far away for further studies or some sort of training in the USA. Pema had been waiting for him for more than six years. His father had left when Pema was only two. His father sent letters. He sent photos. And only through those photos had Pema ever seen his father. His father sent love and hugs but never came. Pema's mother expected him to return anytime—for his children, if not for her sake. "The hope of my papa will remain as my dream," Pema told his mother one day. She always tried to make him think of other things and always told him that his father would come someday.

If Pema were to divide his mind into parts, about seventy percent was in a merry mood. Still, he felt incomplete that day. The sun was moving, touching the tip of the mountain. His heart melted down with the sun. His happiness began to melt too. He was sitting at the entrance, reading his poem "Tree." Lost. There was a rush of wind and a sweet aroma from the doorway. Pema looked up. He saw a gentleman, standing tall, looking at him, and smiling at him. He perfectly matched those photos. Behind the man, his mother beamed and burst out, "Here is your father!"

Pema ran toward him, and his happy tears ran down too. "What a coincidence of happiness!" Pema blurted out.

If his happiness had a volume, it would measure the entire space of the earth's joy.

From his long-awaited father, Pema had expected something—and his expectation did come true that day. His father gave him a white laptop from a black suitcase, so he could do more writing. Moreover, his father promised that he would stay with them for the rest of his life. Pema's happiness reached its brim. That day had chosen him—life had chosen him, God had chosen him. He was the chosen one, the most important one on that day. The day was unlike any other because of the series of momentous events. Pema soon narrated his day's events to his father and concluded with the remark, "This white bird is my white laptop." His mother laughed and said, "This white laptop is not a white bird." And his father said, "This laptop is a white bird." Everyone laughed.

That day was the most important and most colorful day of his life. If he ever had a remote control for his life, he would rewind and pause it to enjoy it slowly. He wondered if he would ever have a dream as beautiful as the one he had on that day. And he hoped that one day, the white bird would take him to the real world, where he could hear that beautiful music again.

Saturday, April 13, 2013

NOW

I can foresee my time, sometimes—
my life.
It's as simple as we come and go,
ending days and nights.
And it is ceaseless:
thinking of the past,
thinking of the future—
days and nights
of darkness in my going forward,
it seems:
desolate, depressing, dying, penniless,
no one to turn to,
sunk in swarthiness, no one caring.
And the past was more dreadful than the future.

So why worry now?

Who needs yesterdays?
Who needs tomorrow?
Look at the stars
shining tonight.

Those thoughts—
I leave them all now,
and live now.
Now, it's bright
with self-love and self-care,
and with the trust and truth inside
that keep me alright—now.