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.
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