Is my English strange?

Last week, I was watching the English segment on BBS TV. The TV anchor magnificently began the programme in pure British accent. She, then, fluttered her accent to American and more head scratching…sob, sob, she was caught into Drukpa accent. For the record, she was not even remotely aware of it. I don’t mean here to criticize her flamboyant anchoring style, but from this watching I just observed that how lost are we into different accents that we do not really distinguish. Or we’re rather not bothered; perhaps, we consider it least important or simply unimportant.

It’s little weird, but even we write we’re unsure of the American and British English. Labour or labor, realise or realize, criticise or criticize, centre or center...all mixed up, yuck! This probably, though woefully evidences that ours is lousy English-khutta bhache ko, broken English. If you flutter in your English accent and are unsure of the British and American English spellings, I wouldn’t blame you. I will tell you why. Listen.

As was the good intentioned national education policy, the education ministry strictly monitors the school curriculums in British English. We’re to follow the British English, stringently and religiously, both in spoken and written. You agreed with me? True enough, but the funny thing is that teachers in Bhutan were mostly Keralan (Indian). With them, they brought their own accent in English. They taught us lowe for love, yam for m, yan for n. Interestingly, they’ve further puzzled us with their typical Keralan da and ta suffixes. Good examples here, correctta for correct, notda for not, youda for you, okda for ok. It is what it is. Cliché, but true.

We’re also taught by Bhutanese teachers. At times Dzongkha lopoens did. Teacher shortage, they reasoned. But their accent has been badly marred by their non-stop doma chewing habit. Doma in their mouths, they say somm for some, wherrr for where, fayav for five, colock for clock. And each time they speak, they pause. An example here, “I, uh, will, uh, ahem, ahem [he spits in the dustbin and comes back] beat you, uh, if you eat doma,” he would bark good words at his students. Very ironical, right? And a slightly bizarre observation here: the way he frightens his students, he too murders the English language, for god’s sake.

Dzongkha words, like divine saviors, jump in between his English lecture and speech to replace the missing English words. That’s how the notorious Dzonglish came to existence. The brutal truth is that now we came to this sad conclusion that we cannot do without it.

You may not agree with me on all this. But you can do yourself a favour. Go to your home, swivel in your sofa, pick up the TV remote and flip the channels. I bet you that you will find almost all the TV programmes are American. Or put on your PC, open the Microsoft office word and you will see that also in American English.      

Joy to Behold!

Lingshi, the land of medicinal herbs, is also blessed with beautiful landscapes. Lingshipas depend on wages earn from collecting medicinal herbs and extraction of cordyceps. This place is also rich in cultural heritages and sacred places.Some beautiful photographs of Lingshi for you below:

   

Photo Courtesy: Sonam Dendup

Something quite out of the ordinary

Tashi Choezom, a teacher at Norbuling MSS, Gelephu, is my childhood friend. Last month, when I visited her place I was profoundly moved by what she is doing. At her place, my eyes feasted upon two little gorgeous kids stuffing themselves with delicious food. They looked identical: a boy and a girl. They’re chubby, neat hair cut and have dimpled face. I thought these kids are her students but just out of curiosity, I asked her. Tashi replied me, “I’ve a Mahabharata [long story] to tell you about them,” adding that these two kids are twins.

                                                               Pic: Tashi Choezom

Early this year, Tashi Choezom accompanied one of her school colleagues to Chuzargang, about two km away from her school, as she desperately needed a babysitter to look after her kid. The day has turned beastly hot. After applying sun block cream, they walked down the rice fields fighting against strong sun, leeches, insects, mud and sweating all along the rough road.

“People of Chuzargang are mostly poor,” said Tashi adding, “They solely depend on rice and maize which often being rampaged by wild jumbos and boars before each harvest.” She also discovered that shortage of drinking water is another major problem in the village. “I was shocked to find out that only elderly people live in the village. All young people have left for Thimphu and Phuentsholing,” she told me.

At the end of the day, they reached one bago, a hut roofed with banana leaves, walled with flattened bamboo which looks like crumbling down at any moment. A nervy-looking couple, seemingly drunk, marched out of the hut after they saw people outside. The world’s poverty was inscribed on their faces. There’s nothing inside the hut, just a frayed rug, a few kilos of kharang, a pair of mattresses, and a kerosene lamp.

When Tashi inquired about the babysitter, the couple (originally from Zhemgang who resettled in Chuzargang) instantly dragged out two kids from their hut. They’re twins, just seven-year olds. Apparently, Nima and Dawa looked unkempt, starkly hungry. Tashi and her colleague were stabbed at seeing this. They couldn’t imagine employing one kid of lesser fortune to babysit for another of greater fortune.

It’s even more shocking to Tashi on what this man had to plead them, “I don’t want any wages of my kids. Lopoen, jus take them away with you. Do whatever you want to do to them. I cannot raise them. We don’t have foods. We don’t have money. Look, we live in a wretched condition. I don’t want these two kids of mine suffer with me without food, without cloth, without education. Just take them away!”

To Tashi, it seemed like she had just stepped into a poverty-stricken state. She never knew that people in our country are so poor. She discovered that these people live unconnected and miserable in a perpetual expectation of external interventions/aids because their situation has become intolerable and out of their power. So, they came to this sad conclusion of surrendering their own children.

Tashi gave another curious look at the young twins, this time rather empathetically. She discerned that the twins were malnourished, without basic necessities of life and everything about their life was a struggle. And unhesitatingly, she took an audacious decision to adopt the twins. That evening, Tashi bathed them, and offered good foods. It’s perhaps the first time in their entire life they’re filled with good foods, clothes and sleep.

One weekend, Tashi took them to Gelephu town, bought them clothes, school uniforms and done nice haircut. Then, she talked to the school principal and enrolled both of them at Norbuling MSS in class PP.

Initially, she had difficult times as the twins have experienced behavioral and emotional problems and slight personality disorder due to lack of love and care from their biological parents. However, Tashi’s unwavering parental care and support enriched their life.  

                    Pic: A new family (From the left: Tashi, Phub Zangmo and the twins)  

Nima and Dawa’s arrival was boon in disguise for Tashi. The twins created a family in her house. Earlier, she was mostly alone, understandably reckless and lazy. Now her lifestyle is changed completely. She wakes up early to wash and cook for her kids and helps on their home works besides doing shopping for them. Above all, Tashi loves all this!  

Today, Nima and Dawa have grown up strong, beautiful, smart, and well-disciplined. Their favorite leisure time is watching TV besides reading. When asked whether they miss their parents, they replied me, “No!” Surprisingly, both wanted to become teacher because they think that teachers are happy, rich and kind-hearted people.However, the twins are in a dilemmatic situation. They’re not yet registered in the general census. But Tashi is trying all in her power to register their census as soon as possible. Meanwhile, Phub Zangmo, another teacher of Norbuling MSS is bearing the expenses of one of the twins.

Next week, Nima and Dawa will be sitting their life’s first exams. Let’s wish them a very best of luck!  

Phoja's Absurdity

I am a man. Bhutanese man. And phoja is a term that lauds the precious pride and honour of being the one in Bhutan. Some called it Kay phoja. Fortunate, I would be proclaiming certain personal merits and privileges by virtue of being born as phoja that my sisters are deprived of.

                 

“Tough guise” is the predominant ambience of being phoja. That being said, from my own granny, parents, siblings, teachers to my friends-they always wanted me to be tough, masculine, strong, controlled and powerful. In order to survive, to resolve problems and more importantly to prove the society that I am a phoja, I have to unmistakably show my strength. Sorry, I can never engage in dialogue and settle down any conflict coolly. I would say, “Who is that jhandey? I will hunt down him like a pig and slaughter him, jedhaaa!” Too aggressive and explicit violence, no? Perhaps this could be the sole reason as the international researchers have found out that 99 percent of rape, domestic and dating violence and murder come from men.

Meanwhile, wussy, wimpy and sissy are in stark contrast to my personality and they are unacceptable. Any of these traits had I imbibed, then the society would call me chakka or aumsu morem, a societal ego-bruising insult that I would better be a woman. Didn’t you apprehend here the societal prejudice to women as a lesser human over men? 
 
Pic: Typical Bhutanese foods to keep phoja strong. Perhaps 3 plates a meal

It’s even more interesting to note down another point here. In our society my personal merit is also determined by the number of women I would have sex in my life. Sorry for being overtly blunt, but, it is quite true. The mathematics here is very simple. As the number of women I sleep with increases, my merits and indestructible pride would climb on its graph and I hail it as a big achievement. Leksho! A lunatic achievement, though, ha-ha!

You may get ambushed, dare I say, married men are most active and never give up adding onto their number. Admire their sexathon, a sort of Casanova adventure.  

As our tradition would have it, a phoja must cut his kera after each hundredth woman he had sex. Sounds like crazy, doesn’t it? It is. Gosh, I came across many phoja who had cut their first and even third kera. They proudly assert to his friends or even to strangers about their coveted achievements. That’s also with real gusto. And there you see his listeners (even women) admire  his accomplishment and applaud and knight him, “Key phoja” I know it gave you a nasty shock.

However, the sad reality is that if a woman changes her boyfriends frequently she is supposedly the woman of low morale, slut-or in our own word, tshe-tom. It would cause me more head scratching if my wife or wives sleep with another man. Our society will consider me chochow, worthless that my wang ta lungta or shoey dha soenam, the self-integrity has been damaged irreparably and that I can never prosper or again live a happy life. This will be my inevitable fate. Just imagine what sort of chauvinistic fate my wife or wives would encounter? Even in this GNH nation, the gender discrimination is apparent and it is yet to fork out.

As a phoja, I wouldn’t whine so much. But much as I hated to admit, we gossip a lot and eve tease. And the women with whom we had sex are the talks or victims of our gossips.

I have this typical character. The next morning, my daughter would ask me Nu 10, for she needs to buy pencils. I get mad at her and shout, “Gachi gi tiru. Pha shong!” and I would chase her away. But when I visit a liquor shop (which I do it every evening), I would insist hard on my friends or colleagues to drink beers. Always, I am ready to sponsor. If they deny, I would even drag them to drink.  

And I am never old. Even in 70s I would be pleasuring myself in honour of the young ladies. Wealth is one of the factors. I would buy more kanchi with my wealth. However, to maintain myself sexually healthy would be a challenge in my old age. Never worry! I would order hornet from Tsirang and Dagana which stimulates healthier sex life.

I am proud to be a phoja. Are you?

Left unwanted in my own country

This article is written by an electronic and communication engineering (ECE) graduate from Delhi. He pursued ECE course after he qualified for the government scholarship in India. However, after returning from India with a degree in ECE, he desperately started hunting for job in Bhutan when he finally discovered that the degree he has is not at all required here. Also, he found out rather shockingly that the system of higher education, job fair management and human resource recruitment is flawed. Further, he is vehemently disgruntled at the way GNH is being formulated by the policymakers in Bhutan. Read it below:

A handful of us from Bhutan pursued bachelors degree in electronic and communication engineering (ECE) in Delhi. For the last four years, we banged our heads, cracked the equations, and lived within the world full of signals. With a degree in our hands and of course in a great expectation, we came home but only to meet with a hurricane of unemployment and disappointment. No company or agency in Bhutan recruits ECE graduates.

In a country like India or even in rest of the world, the ECE graduates are gainfully employed in the fields of electronic and communication engineering, IT, electrical and electronic engineering. It is because the same subject of electrical and IT are being covered up in the ECE syllabus. But it’s very sad to discover that in our country, companies and agencies do not accept our job applications for the post of electrical and IT. Just to let others know, the ECE is considered the toughest and very special among the engineering courses all over the world. But, alas, in our country, we are treated like a weed in a field. We are unwanted.

During the National Graduate Orientation Program 2011, we raised our concern regarding the matter and we did even through  Kuensel. However, our genuine concern is still unheard. It’s being blatantly disregarded by the concerned authorities. It’s sheer inconsideration of youth’s voice, I must say. Imagine the repercussions when we, the youth of Bhutan, raise our concern on the matter or decision-making processes or policies that affect us and our policymakers keep on ignoring it. This kind of system only makes us further frustrated, unhappy and under-utilization of human resource. More bluntly, this may breed anarchism and terrorism in our otherwise peaceful soil.

We did the preliminary entrance (PE) exam for the CSCE general very recently and we got through it, but it is more disheartening to know now that we are not allowed to sit for the CSCE 2011. The RCSC officials reasoned us that there is not a single vacancy for the ECE graduates in the government sectors. If there’s no vacancy for the ECE graduates or if they cannot recruit the ECE graduates for the electrical or IT slots then why the RCSC let us appeared the PE? They have wasted our precious time and indeed money. Let me give another justification. If there’s no requirement of the ECE graduates in Bhutan then why the education ministry sent us out for pursuing this course in India?

Funny thing is that the RCSC and MoLHR officials and even the agents hiring job seekers during job fair do not know that ECE course ever exists. Even officials holding high ranks are unaware of this course. For example, during a job fair in recent time, a representative of a company doesn’t know the differences of B.E and B. Tech.  More embarrassing was that they don’t even know about the procedure to recruitment. When we explained about the courses, they blatantly denied us saying that they are not qualified to accept our job applications. As a job seeker, I shall honestly throw this feedback to our concerned authority that the job fairs being held in Bhutan are not up to the expectation of the job seekers. It immediately requires improvement in professionalism and quality. 

It’s also frustrating to always hear our policymakers and senior bureaucrats giving their speeches and deliverance on upholding GNH values, but all in vain while implementing it. Ours is also a country where the voices of poor and youth are never attended to and where poor will become poorer and the rich richer.  Also, we see our policymakers delivering speeches and mostly they utter that youth are the future leaders and GNH the stepping stone to our country’s economic growth. But I see youth which consisted about 50 percent of the Bhutanese population are being sidelined and left uncared. The existing policies or any legal procedure do not support and empower our youth.  

Here, if you really care for the future nation builders, I keep my hand on my heart and hope that all the concerned authorities attend to our genuine concerns and bring necessary positive changes la.

Remembering her in my own words

You are wrong if you have this presumption that our local celebrities cannot do anything other than acting. But let me tell you what Tandin Bidha, a beautiful and talented local film actor did very recently would surprise you. 

                                                      Pic: Patients guest house  

Tandin Bidha visited the Patient Guest House at JDWNRH with Tashi Namgay, the founder of Bhutan Kidney Association (BKA) in recent month. About 33 patients, mostly kidney failure patients who are under dialysis, are sheltered in the guest house in a catastrophic condition. They are poor, homeless, orphans, without relatives  and no good food to eat. More sad to know that they are depressed, dispossessed and merely waiting for the end (death) in a lamentable display.  Each new day is one more day they win. These patients suffer every day without any means of escapism or outside interventions. 

                           Pic: Patients of the guest house with Tashi Namgay (4th from right)

Mind you, when they continue suffering and die we will be the ones who are guilty for not having done all in our power to love and protect them.

However, Tandin Bidha’s arrival has brought obvious instant renewed mood of optimism to these patients. She hugged each one of them, shared love and exchanged encouraging words and smiles. Also, she encouraged them to stay strong mentally and physically by taking medicines and meals regularly.

                                         Pic: Tandin counseling a patient 

A young girl, student of Rinchen HSS has been attending  to her mother whose both kidneys failed and is under dialysis at JDWNRH. This young girl has borrowed Nu 1,500 from her uncle to meet her schooling expenses and buy foods for her sick mother. She broke down in front of Tandin, "How am I going to pay back that huge money?" Tandin Bidha couldn't hold onto this tragic incident and altruistically placed Nu 2,000 in her hands. Tandin’s gracious action instantly brought an avalanche of smiles and relief in them.  She is one of those rare souls who aspires for no honour and politicking in her film promotions. She did this all at the request of Tashi Namgay.

                                          Pic: Tandin with the std of RHSS

Actually I can never muster the right words to convey what she did. But as a member of the BKA and for the good she has done, the joy she has spread and the love and compassion she has shown to the people living in wretchedness, we place on her highest honour and pray for her and person like her who try to love and serve the poor. 

Pic: With the youngest kidney patient in Bhutan

 

  Pic: Sharing photo with a patient

 

 

 

 

 

 

Note: Bhutan Kidney Association, a non-governmental public benefit organization, is still under registration process with the Civil Society Organizations Authority. Once certified, with its very committed members,  we shall establish office and begin raising funds and facilitate financial support for kidney patients. The association shall also support and improve health conditions of all kidney patients in Bhutan through comprehensive promotion, prevention and curative measures and necessary counseling. Today there are over 78 kidney patients in Bhutan.

A festival never to miss

I know most of you have celebrated Diwali with your lhotsham friends. This year, as Diwali will spark every Hindu house early next week, I also know what you love most about this festival. Isn’t cel roti the one? He-he! Others are "Deusi and Bhailo", “Bhai Tika” and the lights. I have this apprehension (but I may be wrong) that most Bhutanese love cel roti. Perhaps you already reserved it from your lhotsham friends, colleagues or neighbours.  And if you’re young, supposedly a student, you would gang up with your friends, run away from your house or bunk hostel and all night play "Deusi and Bhailo". The stimulating josh is that you’re paid with money and certainly get plentiful of cel roti. Ha-ha!   

                                                              Pic: Deusi & Bhailo

If you really crave for the roti, I bring here for you the cel roti recipe. But before that, let me tell you briefly the significance of the festival. I will try making it short and yeah, very interesting. Mind you, I will not chant like pundits. 

Forget about the history. Ram, Ravana, etc. etc. Myth will take its toll and it's going to deadly bore you. Diwali falls on one new moon night between mid-October and mid-November and is celebrated for five days. On the first day (Kaag tihar), crows are given offerings, considering them to be divine messengers. On the second day (Kukur tihar), dogs are given food for their honesty. Don't worry, all animals won't come. On the third day, Laxmi puja is performed; the day businessmen clear their accounts and worship Laxmi, the goddess of wealth. The fourth day is celebrated as New Year where Deusi and other cultural processions are observed. On the fifth and final day called "Bhai Tika", when brothers and sisters meet and exchange gifts. Interesting, na? 

                                     Pic: Bhai Tika (Brothers & sisters exchange gifts)

During Diwali, lights illuminate every corner of Hindu lands and the scent of incense sticks hangs in the air, mingled with the sounds of fire-crackers, joy, togetherness and hope. People in the community play "Deusi and Bhailo" which is a kind of singing and dancing forming a group. The groups go to all the houses in the community and play songs and dance, and give blessing to the visited houses, whereas the house owners offer foods like rice grains, cel roti, fruits and money. After the festival, they donate some amount of the collected money and food for charity and with rest of the money and food, they go for picnic. 

                                           Dan (Money, roti, drinks, fruits) after Deusi & Bhailo

Remind me, if I have bored you. Ok, I have a trick here to trigger you active. Recollect those days you went out with your lhotsham friends playing “Deusi and Bhailo” or imagine that you’re young and had already formed a group and going around playing Deusi snacking on cel roti non-stop.

With each Diwali and the lights that illuminate homes and hearts, its significance is "the awareness of the inner light". The light empowers us to commit ourselves to good deeds which bring us closer to divinity. Hindu philosophy asserts that there’s something beyond the physical body and mind which is pure, infinite, and eternal. It refers to the light of higher knowledge that dispels all ignorance. With this awakening comes compassion and the awareness of the oneness of all things.

                                                                    Pic: Cel roti 

Now I will get your hands into the cooking of cel roti. Trust me, I asked this recipe from my sister who makes best cel roti among my family members.

Ingredients: 

25 gm suji, ½ kg besan (optional), ½ kg maida, ½ kg rice flour, 200 g sugar, 5 pieces of crushed elaichi, ¼ teaspoon of baking soda, and 1 liter refined vegetable oil.

Recipe:

Step 1: Mix all the ingredients in a bowel, except refined veg. oil.

Step 2: Add half liter of warm water in the bowl and stir it with your hands for 20 minutes until it becomes smooth and thick liquid.

Step 3: Heat the vegetable oil at 100 degree Celsius in a pan.

Step 4: With the help of your one hand, grasp a half handful of the liquid ingredients and pour it in the pan clockwise or anti-clockwise until one end touches other end.

Step 5: Take it out immediately with the help of a two feet long bamboo stick when it turns dark red.

Cel roti is eaten with chutney, aludam and even with non-veg. curries.

Symbolism: Since this roti is prepared during Diwali, a time when all family members come together, the round-shaped cel roti symbolizes that wherever the members of a family go or settle down (though very far away), they would be never forgotten and ultimately come together back to their village, their root, during the festivals or in times of need or adversity.  

Photo courtesy: www.anqc.org; Phalono.com