When I was preteen I used to feel ill about the person who was long victimized as Poison Giver (kha phog mi), I dread hitherto, I feared
till now. Such is the strength of inculcation and unreformed culture.
But now I analyzed that something is fallacious in the societal belief.
And I feel wrong severely; victims are neither
considered nor put to front as a subject of praise and there is no education
and awareness to purge negative conviction in the society till now, and hither
to victim was neglected by the multitude. The emotional exploitation of being
neglected from the society would even leads to taking one’s life as recent
happiness rate index calculated that 80 percent of the people who took their own
life were from rural areas. I felt that it could be the rationality behind tragic
suicide for there will be more than 3 victims out of 40 households in rural village
and as a fuel to fire many people in rural areas were robustly intertwined with
the orthodox belief that they ought to avoid victims even with regards to
communication to prevent themselves from ill affecting. The victims’ generation would be in pains, problems and
would feel severe depression if we do not make them now physically and
psychologically balanced with societal egality and further more due to
multitudinous negligence, some of the victim’s children indulges in abusing suppressed
sycophantic substances which ultimately leads to the loss of handful of country’s
productive asset. Something must be regenerated in our society
in order to foreclose an inequality to the victims due to social-conventional
thoughts and conviction that has been passed down innumerous generations. Now it
is an era to alter the nature of our thoughts and belief upon them as the generation
changes and so when our nation trots along the democratic path abiding the
principles of Gross National Happiness.
Think: why there is poison giver per se only in Bhutan? Did you ever hear such cases in foreign land? No one has
undergone case study about it till now. It is incredible if it is only in Rural Bhutan!
I capture thee with the film of my eyes
Inside the cotton frame of my heart
Dwells like a unknown sound in the wood
Like a untitled painting in the old museum.
I see thy clear face and crystal eyes,
whitish jeans and bluish jeans coat
Fitting you perfectly to glisten back to film
The one I want to recapture thousands.
Yet the darkest background as nightfall
Provides no ample stories of the picture
Albeit, I recapture hundred time
The darkest background,it always there.
Nonetheless,I want to recapture thou
Before the dusk and breaks other day,
After knowing more than thy eye-fulness
That shows the background titled and vivid.