SUCH A THING IS PROGRESS, IT’LL HOLD YOU BACK

A modified expression of how certain views were discerning of the now four-year-old democratic institution. They hinted: “something in the skies of HAPPINESS is rotten…” Maybe the back-kick was too much HORSE power, or perhaps the CRANES flew-by, only for a dropping.

Most striking, if heard correct: Women hit Khuru-grounds… supposedly, this offended Deity-Groins. Therefore, bombs exploded, fires spread, and floods flourished… windstorms came-a-blowing… glaciers melted and earthquake happened.

Agreed… it’s a confusing matter-of-fact. To laugh it off, or cry out loud? – “in shame that is, moron!” And nothing good comes out of such thoughtless propagations. The ignorant classes being the bigger masses, and the huge masses being huge in numbers and being hugely receptive to such concocted revelations, they will not head for the exits in an orderly fashion – PANDEMONIUM!

Although, post-calamity names for the places were quite catchy: Bumthang to Meh-tang, Phuentsholing to Bomb-tang: [Name calling!!!] ‘Haa’ seems awkward enough, it was spared.

Always the good-for-nothing-creative-lot when it is about mindless nomenclature… (not that the names put in place out of dead seriousness are doing a bang-up job; cross reference - flamboyantly named streets which miserably fail to serve their basic purpose (of addressing locations)

BUT... YENU RASCALAs… MIND iT!

This is also an honest-to-God, a Good-lot, easily bent toward Goodness. We will come to the rescue of a suddenly ailing neighbor; No questions asked, no second thoughts. We will stop on lonely stretches to help people whose… motors and morals are on a breakdown, on or off highways or ‘anyways’ and set them on their way… Up and on the emotional mainstream- No strings attached!!

All that established, we will still speak English, even when among Bhutanese , in a room full of Bhutanese . We will always promote the infamous oriental ancient Bhutanese art of smearing tsuney on flag poles and electric poles, on park benches, on pillars and walls of public infrastructures etc.. etc.

We will always pee on our neighbor’s wall, staring at the moon while we hum… “khoya khoya chand..” But we will never pee on our neighbor’s house.

Reason: because we are not petty jealous people, reason also because… neighbor owns big black dog…

It almost seems like; the more advanced the grapefruit gets, the more regressive, all internal functionalities get, inside our noggins. And all that is just toward maintenance of that status quo. Maybe it’s true...

Where visions are mechanically synchronized to be real, and promises are seemingly meant to be kept, it is still at best, and in one’s best interests to handle all businesses up-front, personally! This is the new world.

That means, not flying off the handle, leaving unresolved issues in Trust and Faith’s hands (and those are not the names of the cute chicks you saw at the bus stand). Every day, and then every new day, is proof of how a little push is most necessary from within, to fuel that spark, which only later… very much later becomes the self-sustaining fire or the unwavering drive of excellence.

Collectively, such an event has not been witness to History, and thankfully it has also not been witness to collective buffooneries either. A person no matter how deprived of welfare should always retain that vital reservoir of bitter but rewarding wisdom, of truth.

The lame excuse is broken… the broken lame excuse is handicapped. The handicapped broken lame excuse is now terminally ill…

In this great future now in existence, the promised greatness is the one you should be painfully prepared-for, Otherwise, the profound negations will withdraw your numbers and, the withdrawn numbers will inspire profound negations.

Now showing Live - PLAYING DEAD

When living, if we are destined to die, while dying, the few lines we leave behind would immortalize us, and that is the only shot everyone supposedly gets.. at immortality.

When we return to being the dust from where we sprung, or when we are finally on the verge of becoming the dead owner of a head-stone, the few words mumbled under fast fading life-conditions, would remain forever the words people will recall as the words to remarkably and memorably mark your life.

Now that really does place some grave urgency on our 'last words!' But, with what words would we part from this green earth? Would we even gather enough breath to utter those few final words.

There would be a notably impressive account of how you pulled your plug and with what final words a great soul came to pass, if you are world famous, and a personality of commendable influence or reach, and one that did not commit any socially malignant crimes.

They'll deck the halls with such grandeur, through which your lifeless body will be displayed for those eyes who came to witness a final glimpse of you.

The lovely words, spoken one last time of you,  will be those that the speaker has carefully sifted through from your passed life (prior to their final visit to you), in order to pick one quality of yours they recall or that one instance recollected about you which puts you in good light with them.

If they find none, well...since you're not gonna be around anymore, they will utter the first dozen beautiful adjectives that pop out their heads; no harm done!

If you were a most evil man or woman that ever existed or a most infamous personality who did nothing but suck the living life out of the good people around, there will definitely be great numbers marking the end of you, with a lot of joy and fanfare!!

Of course those closely knitted with such a person in terms of ideologies, sadistic thinking, and the common need to put one's singular needs over those of the remaining six billion or so; they will miss him/her with all genuineness.

Personally I can give comprehensive description and location of a certain spineless Machiavellian, a highly-functioning reprobate and his nefarious accomplice, who would fit this category (like a set of jigsaw pieces). No bounty on their necks so, I'll skip the Intel-proliferation.

The average person who earns his daily rights to eat, drink, breathe..with honest grind and toil, one who never compromised other's well-being to push forward their own prosperity, is among those whose birth and death, just revolves in the giant wheel of existence,..but makes no marked difference or impression on the rest of the world.

They will be remembered by a handful, but they, will be truly missed.. and maybe missed and reminisced by others until their own time arrives, to leave the world. - I want to be that..

Scratching at such a figment of fact though, is not only lobbying for demotivation, but also a sad waste of time. When the switch actually flicks, no one is best rehearsed or dressed. The whole train of thought seems pointless at this point, but its life on earth and its worth writing about or pondering.

Such an odd topic- Death!.. despise it, loath it,fear it.. it will but creep into us and our daily doings. Mocking death (our mortality) obviously makes everyone feel immortal, so let us all grow FUNNIER bones.