The Talking Mountain

  With almost 24 hours of serious thinking and re-thinking, questioning and re-questioning, I'm back in the same spot.  Thinking of more and more for less and less. I was in the mood to seriously get some free sharing and feeling of someone who has worked more than two decades for Bhutan.  My two kids are back in their play. I did not bother more with dust and dirtying them. It is part of their learning and growing. I don’t want to shadow them too much inside the room. Once I heard someone said this –these days kids are better fed, better looked after, and better cared than our monarchs. True to this fact, often and largely this culture has become a norm these days raising kids.    I slowly parked myself nearby Indian  Bhaia , who put me through a serious adrenaline rush the day before on the length of Australian Rush and more.    By far he looks like a patriotic and lovable person.    This time I picked a discussion.  Bhaia , how was Bhutan decades ago? Or previously how was Bhuta

I rushed outside with my two kids to catch the precious winter sun around the parking lot. Instead, I made a mind to head directly towards my house owner's new building construction site thinking that I can hang up my kids outside longer.    Like no other place on earth, my two kids like this site because they get to see, touch and play with different things. The shrilling and occasional hammering sounds attract them even more in the area. Apart from this, they also get to interact with different faces and the languages.    For the past few months, the site has become a favorite spot not only for me but also for my two kids for many good reasons. As we watch them work, we get to learn the art of carpentry, masonry, lifting, loading, carrying, mixing, fixing, etc. Above all, the fine hands of Indian  Bhaias . The sacrifice they make each second to lift our country to greatness.    One  Bhaia  in 40's who has worked all his life in building construction with courage picked an unu

What have we learned from Japan's Grant Aid Bridge Project? What have we learned for the past 25 years has gone merely by mystery and we have just learnt to fail ourselves?  Travelling by Tsirang-Wangdue highway for some years now has become more of a distraction than enjoying the journey. As much as the roads are narrow and in bad shape with potholes, I was quite bothered by the Nyara-chu Bridge at Tak-sha becoming ugly with potholes and bruises.    The poor road conditions on the right bank has led to spreading of potholes and other roadside damages. In such conditions, it won't take long to damage the remaining bridge road. In this case, do we have the expertise and knowledge and commitment to redo like the Japanese fine hand. It gives me some awful memories. Not long ago, this river used to pose a huge risk for travelers having to pass through a scary bridge. Much to our relief, JICA has come as a blessing. But it looks like the pain is long forgotten.   This is too much

I thought the days and time were gone, but  Kuensel  covered an interesting story on January 20, " Double ticketing and excess passengers in public transport continues" .  To my little knowledge and with my own experience of travelling in a public transport, this is so true. No investigation is required. No document is required. No explanation is required.  No further evidence is required.  This is an above correct and long standing issue to address especially in our public transport service.    I could sense some foul response given by the ticketing incharge. They are the sole responsible person with regard to issuing tickets whether it is to do online, or through call, or call made to the driver. They should confirm before issuing a double ticket. Or is it that the online app is so foolish, or the ticketing incharge is too clever to adjust the extra funds? This needs to be fixed!   As I read the  kuensel  article, there are many forgotten and blatant lies from the counter i