Bhutanese will be the only people in the world who
criticize their own race (?). Often do we say what we don’t like about Bhutanese,
at the same time, we say we are proud to be Bhutanese. Ironic! We say, “Bhutanese
don’t know the value of blah blah blah.
Bhutanese don’t care about blah blah
blah. Bhutanese... Bhutanese”. And sadly, it’s a fact. I don’t know how many
Bhutanese realize that they are Bhutanese at the end.
“Two men looked out the prison. One saw the mud, other
saw the stars”
Most of the time, I see stars in everything. That’s why I
criticize seldom. I always wanted to express the good nature of Bhutanese
despite listening to everything that others say about Bhutanese.
[By the way, I’ll be talking about pure Bhutanese. Not Westernised
home is your home too! I don’t remember the number of unknown people who came to my house whom
my Mom served like her own child. Bhutanese have a habit of inviting people we meet to our own house and we make
them feel like it’s their own house. We give them life!
can talk to strangers! Adults always say that talking to
strangers bring curse on us. Oh! Till now, the more strangers did I talk, the
more luck they brought to me! And more strangers meant more friends, more
friends meant more happiness! Who on this earth would have thought strangers
could bring happiness to us?
If you are a Bhutanese, you are my sibling.
Bhutanese has more preference to calling Acho,
Ashim, Nuchu, Num and they smile when they hear themselves being called
these name.I can’t imagine the joy
in my heart when little ones call me Acho
and elder ones call me Nuchu.
friend means more than our siblings! Whenever we go to other
places, especially urban places, we always think about what we can take to our
friends. And even as being someone’s friend, we expect something from them
wherever they go!
is loving. Charity begins at home. My parents taught me
to share with others whatever new-food we have to eat. I’m so tired timely
running here and there taking my mom’s share to her friends, though it may be a
little bit, though it may be a fancy one.
feel the same prick when someone passes away. Being
an easterner, this actually happens more in east. If someone permanently breathes
the last, we feel the same pinch. And we attend their funeral even though they
are apparently our strangers.
“It was a mourning period. It is amazing how the
Trashigangpas came together during such moments of life, living the profound
moments in picture perfect ways. Every neighbour walked around as if it was
their son they had lost and not just my brother.”
– Mrs. Chador Wangmo, La Ama ...a mother’s call
[Mrs. Chador could explain the best about easterners]
There are uncountable numbers of good things that
Bhutanese possess. But I have just written briefly to let the readers feel
lucky being born in this heaven-on-earth Bhutan.