
Friday, July 31, 2009
Royal Address at the Concluding Ceremony of the 3rd Session of Parliament

Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Dreams are not always true
Monday, July 27, 2009
Misconception of democracy in Bhutan
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Army officers promoted

Bhutan got the Swine Flu
The egos and me
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Service and its return
It has almost been nine years that I started serving community on selfless foot, which started with the initiation of The Shangrila Sandesh monthly newspaper. Even before that as a child rights activists and HIV AIDS awareness campaign volunteers, my service to the community continued for four years. Subtracting one year of overlapping my service at TSS and HIV AIDS volunteerism, I have received not a penny in the last 12 years.
In contrast, had I summed up my monetary expenditures, it will cross well over 200,000 in Nepalese currency. Family pressure to leave the work and health damage all through these years are never taken into consideration. Can anyone believe how malnourished had I gone in my early days of these services? When I passed my secondary level, my weight was 36 kg.
It was my tryst to get organized for social cause – public awareness. My involvement in awareness campaign for child rights gave me impetus on importance of media for public awareness on any issues. Well before me and my nearest friend Tej Man Magar (now in Germany) began publication of TSS, we had attempted similar publication through the formation of Bhutanese Youth Literary Forum but failed due to fund crunch. My tryst with TSS was rather quite successful until I remained in Jhapa but I am very much panicked when I heard the closure of the paper whose whole responsibility was handed over to C. N. Timsina and Indra Timsina yet I appreciate their effort to keep it alive.
My efforts for bigger media campaign could not be materialized through the formation of Bhutan Press Union. As a young boy, my repeated appeals for regular activities were turned down by BPU seniors though it was me and Tej Man who coined the need for such an organization. The only option for me to put my plans into action was formation of APFA.
With the formation of APFA, media in exile took a magic turn, in fact, I say it proudly. Most of my earnings in Kathmandu have been invested in APFA activities but I never came to public as APFA executive. I had experiences of living several hungry nights and days as I invested all my earning to APFA. In one instance, I even failed to get Rs 500 credit from my nearest neighbor whom in promised to pay in week’s time. That’s how APFA came to surface but I never. I remain hid and many of the reporters working with us did not know who I am.
I wished to work as backbone, which now I think has turned to be bad for me. It was my compulsion and still is. Fruits of my hard work were being reaped away. There are rare people who know of my contributions and efforts. The more I worked, more I became panicked, miserable. My economic conditions further worsened and my health continued deteriorating.
Of late, I began to feel being sidelined and ignored, which has exhausted my energy for additional social service. Rejection of my proposals for good works, lack of cooperation and support from whom I seek are some of the reasons I remain quite desperate and silent these days. Most reports that I prepared over the last few years had to be a personal toil. I think, it is due to differences on how an advocacy is done. I believe in production of reports, based on fact, not at least surfacail, and then countering the facts produced by the Bhutan government. Whether I am wrong or my approaches, I only face rejection to my missions. Yet I don’t get suggestions on them. Most reports produced in APFA’s name have to be finalized with my single efforts. It is my claim that more than 75 percent of the news produced from APFAnews and BNS are my creations, yet I get little credits for all those efforts and far less support.
I fell now that time has come to see for personal future as well. 12 years of service, not only physical but with personal investments, yielded less fruits for me. I promoted many from who I received nothing, not even thanks. Hopes have all gone, and likely that they will be regain only for personal benefits.
One thing I learnt by this time is: work is not how people are recognized. The more you talk, people pull you to the top of the list even with little contribution. I lack skills to talk and thus is why I am sidelined.
Friday, July 17, 2009
Bandh culture - as seen in Itahari
Bandh - it’s culture now in
Biratnagar was not closed on Wednesday when I landed there. But as passenger buses were less than usual, these overloaded bus conductors were still luring passengers standing on the highway saying there is likely to be strike shortly. No one seems to be asking who will announce bandh but seen hurried to catch the one at their hand to get to the destinations at the earliest.
Fewer buses plying on the road turned out to be an opportunity for private van owners for earning. A van stopped at the airport gate agreeing to drop me at Damak with just Rs 80 charge. The van plying without number plate received four passengers for Damak. I boarded it and the murky journey started.
For this van, Rs 100 was enough to escape the grip of traffic police near Duhabi who were checking licenses and blue books. Every vehicle driver had a green note on hand waiting for the police to ask for license.
An unexpected bandh at eastern side of Itahari ended my journey on van. Interestingly, there were less than a dozen people blocking the highway. Two young men having grey colour-hair, with a mobike parked at the middle of the road and some others shouting for closure, normal transportation along the highway halted all of a sudden. The policemen on the scene could do nothing but to walk along with the youths shouting for closure. The passengers and the passersby were unknown about the cause yet no one dared to ask for it.