18 May 2015
The Picture of a Lifetime
My mother received the honour of offering tshogchang to His Majesty the King, Her Majesty the Queen and the Prime Minister during the tokha in Yangthang Tshakha. My mother would not have dreamt about a day even faintly close to this, to see their majesties up close, talk about her life and children, and pose for a photograph, with His Majesty's hand on her shoulder.
12 May 2015
Portable Toilet
Last weekend I have finally met Lavish Madiya with whom I had shared my aspirations of bringing home prefab toilets. In fact we met online because of my very interest in toilets. He has just ventured out to produce exactly the thing I wanted, just some 30 km away from our Phuntsholing gate.
He has come to market his products in Thimphu, which includes among other things park benches, tiles, window frames, door frames etc (See his company site) but I went to meet him specifically to understand about the prefab toilet.
His wife Neha, who's also a writer and social worker, used the cute little prototype to explain to me the composition, features and management of the prefab toilet. They knew I was their most potential client with no money. But they have seen Bhutan Toilet Organisation on the top of Google rating in Bhutan and knew how passionate I was about it. Neha kindly shared with me the basics of getting the organisation started because she has been part of many such initiatives in India.
The real toilet they are intending to bring in will have:
By the way, I am told that during one of big events in past years we brought in quite a number of prefab toilets from China, can anyone please enlighten me on where and how they are kept? Lets use them, if they are still there.
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He has come to market his products in Thimphu, which includes among other things park benches, tiles, window frames, door frames etc (See his company site) but I went to meet him specifically to understand about the prefab toilet.
My Little one with the Little Toilet |
His wife Neha, who's also a writer and social worker, used the cute little prototype to explain to me the composition, features and management of the prefab toilet. They knew I was their most potential client with no money. But they have seen Bhutan Toilet Organisation on the top of Google rating in Bhutan and knew how passionate I was about it. Neha kindly shared with me the basics of getting the organisation started because she has been part of many such initiatives in India.
Lavish and Neha |
The real toilet they are intending to bring in will have:
- Net weight of 70kg
- Everything is detachable
- Attached tank can be used by 25 people for a week
- But the tank can easily be connected to a styptic tank
- It will come with a water tap, wash basin, and urinal
- Tallest person in Bhutan can easily stand inside it
- Can be customised for people with special needs
- But the scariest part is the price- without the tax it sells at about Nu.30,000 in India
By the way, I am told that during one of big events in past years we brought in quite a number of prefab toilets from China, can anyone please enlighten me on where and how they are kept? Lets use them, if they are still there.
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04 May 2015
Bumchu Talozam and the Spiritual Copyrighted Songs
First, congratulations to Au Kencho Wangdi for successfully
running four seasons of Druk Super Star singing contests and discovering many
national treasures. I wish him health, knowing he has all the other factors in
himself, to continue entertaining the nation and bringing out the best in our youths.
Among the many singing talentshe discovered, Bumchu Talozam
has become a household name in the last many months. I have heard her name in
towns and villages; I have seen people stop on the street and crowd over shop
windows when she appeared on the TV, and I have seen humble villagers spend
their hard earned money in voting for her.
Her melodies from Talo charmed the nation and rejuvenated people’s
love for Zhungdra, which was earlier only appealing to the elders. Zhungdra was
disappearing because of its difficulty in singing, slow pace, philosophical lyrics,
length, and it could only go well with one musical instrument, Dramney. Younger
generation found it hard to like, since our times, and had to be
compelled into preserving it by making it a mandatory item on school stages.
But Bumchu Talozam suddenly made Zhungdra sound like a new
genera and people started humming. History shall remember Kencho Wangdi and his
treasure Talozam for the great Zhundgra Revolution.
Talking about history, it’s said that the reincarnations of Zhabdrung
composed the songs Bumchu Talozam sang. Since 1705 four reincarnations of
Zhabdrung lived in Talo; Zhabdrung Jigmi Drap, Zhabdrung Jigme Chogyel, Zhabdrung
Jigme Norbu and Zhabdrung Jigme Dorji. I knew about this from a Bhutanese
scholar who presented on Talo Tshechu during the 7th Colloquium on
Culture and Environment in March 2015 at Kichu Resort.
The songs, believed to be very holy, were heard widely by
the older generations from Ap Dopay, who is also from Talo. But it’s said that
the songs though exceptionally melodious never went beyond Talo. Ap Dopay, a
natural singing star never taught these songs to his students from outside
Talo. It’s believed that Ap Dopay respected the spiritual copyright, a Kasho
issued by one of the Zhabdrungs, which apparently said that the songs and
dances from Talo should not be reproduced by any person or community outside
Talo. (Need to find out which reincarnation of Zhabdrung)
Today, Bumchu Talozam won runners up prize and I am very
happy for her. What she won from the show is far beyond any powertiller, she
has spread the love and melodious history of Talo that was dying a natural
death, and that without breaking the Zhabdrung Code (After all she is from Talo and it’s
her spiritual right). She has become a cultural ambassador. She is Kencho Wangdi’s gift
to the Nation.
29 April 2015
What Can Bhutan Learn From Nepal Earthquake?
Earthquake in Nepal on April 25, 2015 measuring 7.9 magnitude almost flattened the populated city of Kathmandu. As I watched the news unfold on TV, the Death toll rose swiftly as bodies were dug out of endless rubbles days after the first tremor.
The earthquake triggered avalanche on the south face of Mt. Everest killing over a dozen climbers and injuring many more. Few hundred mountaineers are believed to be lost.
It's reported that over 31 aftershocks and 2 fresh earthquake happened since then some of which we felt here in Bhutan. These hindered the relief efforts and sent waves of panic among the already devastated survivors. Bad weather made the lives of homeless victims and their search for loved ones excruciating.
As the cameras go beyond Kathmandu and below the Everest I fear the death toll will sky rocket. It's already 4600, rising at the rate of over 1000 per day.
As is always said, earthquakes don't kill, just imagine, our cars shake more when travelling on rough roads than any violent earthquake. It's the collapsing structures that bury people alive and take hundreds of lives. We have to assess our homes and move into better homes because we don't know when the next earthquake will strike.
Temples can't protects themselves though thousands of devotees for ages have gone to seek protection from them. In fact, ancient temples are sure burial places because they don't have load bearing columns. Our heritage buildings like Dzongs and Lhakhangs will face the same fate if we don't reinforce with steel columns. Buildings in our new towns may survive because of our stringent construction laws.
When the earth shakes we are just concerned about our house and TV but we have to know that high up in our mountains we have himalayan tsunami of snow and glacier waiting to happen. Avalanches could burst our glacier lakes and when we lest expect our valleys could be flooded. Are we prepared?
Our telecommunication gets clogged even during a regional event like Tshechus, and during the 2011 earthquake we have seen how badly prepared we are in that term. We haven't improved an inch. Power lines will fail us too and roads will be disconnected. In fact, Nepal has shown us all the horror we too could face, all we need to do is prepare beyond duck, cover and hold.
What will make the everything worse is the rumours some evil minds cook up. If someone knew when the next earthquake would happen, world would pay him million dollar for his service. It's also the fault of people who help spread the rumour by calling all their relatives and friends to tell them to sleep outside, and interestingly they obediently follow and make an extra effort to call more people. Be informed that no prediction, no matter where you heard from, is true when it comes to earthquake therefore just avoid them.
My post from 2011 Earthquake in Bhutan
The earthquake triggered avalanche on the south face of Mt. Everest killing over a dozen climbers and injuring many more. Few hundred mountaineers are believed to be lost.
Remains of Iconic 19th Century Tower, Nepal (From WSJ) |
It's reported that over 31 aftershocks and 2 fresh earthquake happened since then some of which we felt here in Bhutan. These hindered the relief efforts and sent waves of panic among the already devastated survivors. Bad weather made the lives of homeless victims and their search for loved ones excruciating.
As the cameras go beyond Kathmandu and below the Everest I fear the death toll will sky rocket. It's already 4600, rising at the rate of over 1000 per day.
As is always said, earthquakes don't kill, just imagine, our cars shake more when travelling on rough roads than any violent earthquake. It's the collapsing structures that bury people alive and take hundreds of lives. We have to assess our homes and move into better homes because we don't know when the next earthquake will strike.
Temples can't protects themselves though thousands of devotees for ages have gone to seek protection from them. In fact, ancient temples are sure burial places because they don't have load bearing columns. Our heritage buildings like Dzongs and Lhakhangs will face the same fate if we don't reinforce with steel columns. Buildings in our new towns may survive because of our stringent construction laws.
When the earth shakes we are just concerned about our house and TV but we have to know that high up in our mountains we have himalayan tsunami of snow and glacier waiting to happen. Avalanches could burst our glacier lakes and when we lest expect our valleys could be flooded. Are we prepared?
Our telecommunication gets clogged even during a regional event like Tshechus, and during the 2011 earthquake we have seen how badly prepared we are in that term. We haven't improved an inch. Power lines will fail us too and roads will be disconnected. In fact, Nepal has shown us all the horror we too could face, all we need to do is prepare beyond duck, cover and hold.
Bhutan's Last Earthquake |
My post from 2011 Earthquake in Bhutan
23 April 2015
Sorry State of Lhakhang Karpo and Merciful Ap Chundu
Haa doesn’t have a Dzong, Lhakhang Karpo is still on the
ground, Prime Minister is from Haa, Foreign Minister is in the court, and
wrathful Ap Chundu is still merciful.
Pic Courtesy: BBS.bt |
Who cares about a Dzongda using Dzongkhag DCM for private
purpose, in fact we always thought higher officials could do that because they
have always done that. Lynpo Rinzin Dorji should just stop lying and face the
consequences because everybody knows he is lying about the ‘emergency’ and
playing with words in the law book to suit him. Though it's for the court of law to decide how serious it is.
I am more disappointed that one of the holiest Lhakhang in
the country is torn down with a promise of better future but became a
playground of corruption and left in that pathetic state for ages under his
leadership. And I am dismayed that he had been busy transporting his ten truckloads
of timber in emergency while his efficient leadership could have given the Lhakhang
a glorious reconstruction it deserved.
Question also has to be asked about how so much timber could
be taken from Haa by one person. Haa has become a timber heaven, legally or
illegally. Timbers are transported away during the day and smuggled during the
night. Once a thick forest above my village now looks like a park with few
trees. Water sources are drying up and people think the time has come, they
don’t know it’s because the trees are gone.
We Haaps also enjoy a certain annual income called “Khapsang
Paysha” Which translates to ‘Profit Money’. It comes from the IMTART for all
the trees they have taken from our Dzongkhag in a year. When I was a child, I
remember receiving Nu.512 as Khapsang Paysha, which was huge those days. So
there go our trees.
What are trees when people won’t even spare the revered
abode of gods and deities. Lhakhang Karpo is more than just an ordinary temple
for people of Haa, where we don’t have a Dzong. Haa Tshechu is performed there
and now it has been a messed up construction site. It’s emotionally damaging.
Lhakhang Karpo is also considered the abode of the mighty Ap Chundu and I don’t
know how he allowed all this to happen.
This seemed to have taken its toll on the monks too. It’s
rather easier to look for snow leopards on the mountains than to get one monk
from Lhakhang Karpo to perform rituals. If by luck or connections you get a few
monks in the morning consider yourself the luckiest if they don’t abscond by
midday. What type of monks practices such rowdy livelihood?
One thing leads to another and nothing good seems to be
happening in and around Lhakhang Karpo. It’s supposed to be a national heritage
and not a newspaper headlines every week for all the wrong reasons. Therefore,
I pray to Ap Chundu, the mighty protector of the nation to unleash his wrath and
settle everything in his way.
22 April 2015
My Battle with Academic Writing
Even I am surprised that despite not blogging for so long I didn't go into depression. But I have been constantly unhappy and experienced mood swings that weren't part of me before. The irony is, writing kept me away from writing. It occurred to me that all writings are not same. Some writings can actually make you feel completely jobless. They call it serious writing, but I found it extremely funny. Perhaps I am never designed to write anything so seriously funny.
I have been writing academic pieces for past many months, knowing fairly well that no one other than my tutors will ever read such craps, but at least they will read word by word. Those pieces are basically thousands of words put together to beat loudly about the bush that can be simply communicated in less than 200 words for better human consumption.
In every paragraph I have to prove that I am completely incapable of thinking on my own, therefore even if I have written something I have to cleverly find someone who has said that and say he said so. At the end if there is any indication that I have tried to think at all, then I have to revise and subdue the last whisper of my voice. I have to operate exactly like a search algorithm that puts together everything related to the keyword written by anybody born before me.
To push you at your wit's end, those thousands of words should be like soldiers marching, with an inch wide margin, font size 12, a running head that's caps and that's not caps, single space here, first line indent there, this title bold and that centred. Because people who are going to read our paper are specially challenged. That's just one formate among many. There seems to be many people and institutions that have all the time and intelligence to work on such nuisance.
In the age of Twitter triggering revolution with just 140 characters if we still think that someone will read our 10,000 words research papers, then there is something wrong in the research that said so. Only few research papers make it to some filthy rich journals and others just become references to future academic writings. Great ideas don't need 10,000 words to make sense, it will remain great even if written on a piece of toilet paper. And great ideas don't need a journal to approve them, it's age of Facebook and Blogs. After all, the greatest inventions were result of human action and creativity not sea of mere words and reproduction of ideas.
All the research writing classes, at best, made me so insecure about my own writings but I am coping to overcome and remember my blog in my conscious moments. I hope I will survive to write stories that matter, and I hope I will never torture my readers beyond 500 words.
I am trying to make sense though, to go with the crowd, and if there is someone who can not only convince me but also make me a good research writer then I will be most happy, because so many theories are not helping as of now for a man who hasn't seen much across the border and much above a general maths degree.
I have been writing academic pieces for past many months, knowing fairly well that no one other than my tutors will ever read such craps, but at least they will read word by word. Those pieces are basically thousands of words put together to beat loudly about the bush that can be simply communicated in less than 200 words for better human consumption.
In every paragraph I have to prove that I am completely incapable of thinking on my own, therefore even if I have written something I have to cleverly find someone who has said that and say he said so. At the end if there is any indication that I have tried to think at all, then I have to revise and subdue the last whisper of my voice. I have to operate exactly like a search algorithm that puts together everything related to the keyword written by anybody born before me.
To push you at your wit's end, those thousands of words should be like soldiers marching, with an inch wide margin, font size 12, a running head that's caps and that's not caps, single space here, first line indent there, this title bold and that centred. Because people who are going to read our paper are specially challenged. That's just one formate among many. There seems to be many people and institutions that have all the time and intelligence to work on such nuisance.
In the age of Twitter triggering revolution with just 140 characters if we still think that someone will read our 10,000 words research papers, then there is something wrong in the research that said so. Only few research papers make it to some filthy rich journals and others just become references to future academic writings. Great ideas don't need 10,000 words to make sense, it will remain great even if written on a piece of toilet paper. And great ideas don't need a journal to approve them, it's age of Facebook and Blogs. After all, the greatest inventions were result of human action and creativity not sea of mere words and reproduction of ideas.
All the research writing classes, at best, made me so insecure about my own writings but I am coping to overcome and remember my blog in my conscious moments. I hope I will survive to write stories that matter, and I hope I will never torture my readers beyond 500 words.
I am trying to make sense though, to go with the crowd, and if there is someone who can not only convince me but also make me a good research writer then I will be most happy, because so many theories are not helping as of now for a man who hasn't seen much across the border and much above a general maths degree.
10 April 2015
The Best Public Toilet in the Country
If something is not good enough, go and change it. If you
can’t change it, seek help but change it.
It was my turn to design a social service activity yesterday
afternoon at the Royal Academy. My team knew I would certainly point at a
toilet, because ever since I founded Bhutan Toilet Org I have been after
toilets like Romeo.
Dr. Prabrat was after me for days, wanting me to plan the
program in detail and on paper, in his very Oxford way but I assured him about
how I had everything on my fingertips, after all it was a toilet we were
talking about.
The plan was to whitewash the wall, scrub the pots and
tiles, educate the caretaker and make the only public toilet in Paro town worth
Nu.5 it charges per use.
I requested Dasho Dzongrab, Kinley Gyeltshen for approval
and he in turn instructed Municipal authority to assist us. From the municipal
we understood that Paro didn’t have a wet sweeper after the one they had, died.
The current caretaker is an employee who is assigned toilet duty only on
Sundays. The only sewage truck in the valley is broken down.
But I made it clear to the Executive Engineer of the
Municipal office that we were going beyond complaining, by becoming a part of
the solution, something I learnt from BCMD’s media nomad workshop last year.
The condition of the toilet however shocked my team; my
worst description was just the tip of the shit-berg that even I, who made few
inspections before, couldn’t believe. The door was locked with countless dents
of break in attempts. There was a fresh poop right at the door. No portion of
the wall was spared from doma stains. The two sinks and four toilet pots were
coated with thick layer of deposits. God knows how some poop went right up on
the wall. The only remaining two flush tanks were filled with bottles and
sanitary pads. The caretaker used the useless bathrooms for scrap collection.
The worst was what lies behind the toilet; all the connections to septic tank
were blocked and therefore sewage has been overflowing straight into open drain
for years. The drains have eventually disappeared under overgrowth and you can
see fresh yellow all over the green.
Any logical person with authority would recommend demolishing
of the out-of-hand eyesore standing in between taxi stand and vegetable market,
two populated areas. But we were there to rescue it. We whitewashed the wall
first and our artist Nima Tshering wrote “A Clean Toilet!” and that was what we
went there for.
The Driving Force |
The 14 of us dug, swept, brushed, scrubbed, and washed in
our effort to make this toilet worth paying Nu.5. After three hours the inside
of the toilet started glittering but tones of poop behind the toilet didn’t
seem like something we could deal with.
God Knows, how this could happen |
The only institution that could help was fire department of
the Police. We made a few calls and big red fire truck appeared. Three rounds
it took to wash down the whole history of shits in Paro. The three firefighters
went out of their ways to help us. We can never thank them enough.
Help from Police Department |
The clean toilet that we aspired was ready. But in two days
we didn’t want all our effort to be covered in shit. Municipal already said
they were running short of manpower to look after the toilet. But the executive
engineer readily agreed to allow us to hand it over to some organization that
could take better care of it. That’s when my team thought of Chithuen Phenday
Association, with whom we share close ties. We called them over to consider our
proposal and right there standing near the toilet Paro Municiapl Authority
agreed to handover, and Chithuen Phenday agreed to takeover. The orphan toilet
finally got adopted and hence it will be open throughout the week and a gate
will open to taxi stand too. Anybody misusing the public property will be held
responsible and if the culprits are not found then the association will be help
responsible.
The toilet will be handed over formally in few days after
the plumbing damages are fixed but ownership and accountability are transferred
with immediate effect. Paro will hereafter have the best Public toilet in the
country. Other Dzongkhags are encouraged to follow the Paro model or innovate
better strategies to make their public toilets less terrifying.
Here we Go! |
The Royal Academy would like to thank Dasho Dzongrab, the Police Department
in Paro, Paro Municipal Authority and Chithuen Phenday Association for coming
together for a cause. Together we did it.
And I personally would like to express my greatest
appreciations to my colleagues Nima Tshering, Pema Chhomo, Sonam Ura, Dr.
Prabrat, Sangay Wangchuk, Deki Pem, Sonam Palden, Ben, Hemant, Penjor Ghalley,
Karma Tenzin, Ram Dahal, and Tshering Nidup for job well done. You guys cleaned
the hardest shit!
Following are some memories we cleaned and washed away:
06 April 2015
A World Class Flower Exhibition
I overheard a foreign tourist asking his guide at least three times, "You mean all this is put up in a week?" The guide was as proud as me, "Yes, all in a week."
For the first time in a long time I have seen something done by Bhutanese that's truly world class. We always had that excuse of being Bhutanese that gave us the license to under perform and still be proud. From a crude machine made of wood to some funny software or animation, they always made it to headlines despite being no better than anything the western world made half a century ago, but we still say, "come on, it's Bhutan. A Bhutanese doing so much is amazing." Which is why we are considered third world.
But the Royal Bhutan Flower Exhibition was something that proved to ourselves that we too are living in 2015 along with the rest of the world, and that no form of excuse can justify why we should be lesser country.
Besides, in my wildest imagination I couldn't have guessed Bhutan had so many passionate florists, let alone the vastness and variety of their collection. And the timing is magical, with almost every flower in full bloom, which remained continuously glorious the entire week.
Thank you your Majesty, your visions are always clear and beautiful. Heartiest congratulations to every beautiful soul involved in creating that heaven on earth. Next year is going to be unimaginable.
Following are some shots I took to celebrate the grand success of the Exhibition and to remind myself from time to time about how much our people can do.
Are you convinced now?
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