Sunday, August 23, 2015

Building a Nation: Reflection of Bhutan's Journey

It's been over 2 years since I came to Sri Lanka to pursue my undergraduate studies and have lived here ever since. During my stay here, I have had profoundly enriching and sometimes thought-provoking experiences! The most recent of these has been the Sri Lankan parliamentary elections just this past week. It compelled me to think and ponder over the topic of nation building and what it takes to steer a nation towards its destiny, especially in the 21st century. I am not a political pundit or an expert economist (having studied the subject of Economics only briefly during high school nearly half a decade ago) but I present the humble opinions of a common man and a young citizen as I see it based on my experiences and limited knowledge so far. 

A village in Bhutan, Sakteng in the eastern district of Trashigang (Photo Courtesy: Her Majesty the Druk Gyaltsuen's Facebook page)

Bhutan and Sri Lanka share many common things. For instance, Buddhism is the dominant form of religion in both nations. Health and education are provided freely by the state in both countries. But there are stark contrasts between them as well. One is a landlocked kingdom high in the Himalayas while the other is a republic island in the Indian Ocean. Sri Lanka has a long colonial past while Bhutan takes pride in never having been colonized by any power in its years of existence. Sri Lanka was the first country in the world to have a democratically elected female head of government while democracy itself took roots in Bhutan less than a decade ago in 2008. So for a young Bhutanese like myself to live in Sri Lanka has been a great learning opportunity - not only medicine which I am pursuing as my career but in so many other aspects of life. My experiences here compel me to think, and I can't help but compare and contrast the two nations time and again. 

The most recent event that stirred my thoughts was the Sri Lankan parliamentary election. The forms of government in the two countries are quite different. Bhutan has a bicameral parliament and is a constitutional monarchy whilst Sri Lanka has a unicameral parliament with a presidential system of governance. But like all nations that resort to "democratic elections" of people's representatives to a parliament, election times bring a palpable sense of the whole country engaged in heated debates with plenty of rumor-mongering and rancor. Such was the case in the island nation of Sri Lanka these last few weeks leading up to the polls on August 17, 2015. It reminded me of the first parliamentary elections held back home in Bhutan in March 2008. It was a historic event for us, the Bhutanese. The peculiarity of it being that the change in the form of government from a traditional monarchy to a democratic constitutional monarchy was initiated by our King Himself, His Majesty the Great Fourth, Jigme Singye Wangchuck. We were very cynical about democracy coming to Bhutan, the general feeling was that we weren't ready yet. And as if to validate this feeling, there were only two political parties that eventually got registered to contest the polls and a one-time special decision to forgo the first round of Primary polls and directly conduct the General round was implemented. We had frowned at and disapproved the divisions that allegiance or preference to political parties had made within our social fabric. For too long we the Bhutanese had been united under our beloved Kings, such divisions along political preferences hitherto unknown to us. We were dismayed by the "dirty politics" that seemed to emerge as the election campaigns caught pace. And just when we had thought that the nation had had enough, the second elections in 2013 brought forth more drama as political parties formed and merged, and candidates (sometimes even party leaders) switched sides. For the Bhutanese, these were sinister acts, only more evidence towards what follies democracy and the accompanying party politics brought with it. But in Sri Lanka, the oldest democracy in South Asia (according to Wikipedia), such events seemed so normal that I was pleasantly surprised by how much at ease the people seemed to be. Perhaps, it was a sign of the maturity of the electorate or simply them having turned callous to such events. There was no fuss about the divisions political parties brought to the society or the sense of hatred it created among the people; or maybe, as an expatriate, I failed to see it clearly. However, I didn't fail to notice the vigor with which supporters of candidates, and in turn the political parties they represented, went about in expressing their allegiance. There were queues of buses, filled to the brim (or the doors rather) with supporters, young and old alike adorning the party-colored T-shirts with smiling faces of the candidates of their liking, flags in hand running up and down the country. I was amazed by the enthusiasm and fervor with which they seemed to rally for their favored side. To a Bhutanese like myself, where our campaigns are much more silent and such loud rallying unheard of (and even prohibited to some extent), I was amused by these happenings. But even back in Bhutan, passions ran high sometimes like during social gatherings when politics was discussed. Of course, often times, the discussions centered around the personas of the party heads rather than ideologies (which in essence were pretty much the same for all parties, just worded differently). 

All this made me think about why the common people went to such great lengths to defend their political parties of choice, especially around election time? Well, because the winning party forms the government, some might answer. Indeed, the opportunity to govern is at stake. Being able to form the government means having the paddle of your country's future for at least the next 5 years in most countries including Bhutan and Sri Lanka. But is that so? Is the direction a nation takes really in the hands of the ruling government? To a certain extent, maybe yes but I'm afraid it takes more than a handful of individuals to chart the course of a nation's path. For we must always bear in mind that a nation is a large family, a very large one indeed, and it takes the efforts of every single member to keep it moving forward. 

As a medical student, I can't help but draw a scientific analogy: all higher living beings exist as a result of the successful reproduction of various cells in the right part of the body in the right proportion to form tissues and organs, and their working together. This is possible due to the extremely accurate reproduction of cells day in day out. At the heart of it all lies a chemical compound called deoxyribonucleic acid, DNA that holds the code to all of life's marvelous secrets and wonders! Without the DNA coding, cells cannot be reproduced correctly. Similarly, for a nation to function properly, its DNA must be strengthened too. And I believe that a nation's DNA are the values and principles that her people have. It can be easy for us to listen to the promises that politicians make during their political campaigns and then later blame and grill them for not keeping them. It is easy to sit on the couch at your home, holding the day's newspapers and pass your commentary regarding the pathetic state of the nation, placing all the blame on the politicians. Seldom does one think that maybe we are expecting too much from them. A government is a machinery. And politicians are but one component of that complex machinery. The machine needs to function in sync under various laws, rules and regulations that govern its working. The politicians need to act within the premises of the machinery to serve our needs. One should not expect to replace the wheels of one's car in the garage today and expect it to become a racing car overnight. Whenever we think of the people who run our country, we should think not just of the ruling party who form the set of government ministers but all the people who run all the machineries of the state. The state encompasses not just the parliament, some of its esteemed members eventually forming the cabinet of ministers, but so many others such as the eminent judges of the judiciary, people who man the numerous autonomous government agencies and so many other institutions within the state's purview. All of them together are responsible for running a country. Of course, as they say, money runs the world, or the world runs after money. So the corporations and various business organizations who may not even be run by the state (merely regulated at most) play a vital role in the development of a nation too as they are the powerhouse of a growing economy. Ultimately, the responsibility of running a nation lies with all its citizenry. For all the people who eventually fill these important offices and run these organizations are the citizens of that nation. Therefore, the character and temperament of the citizens will eventually determine the fate of a nation. It means that if we want our country to stand tall among the league of nations in the world, our people must develop first.

Our people...my fellow Bhutanese, that is when my confidence begins to stammer at times. We take pride in being among the happiest nations on earth. But I often wonder how long this happiness will last. Sometimes I even wonder, if this state of happiness which subsequently brings a sense of contentment is our biggest enemy. Our habit of being happy with the status quo is often the source of our complacency. I guess, we can't help ourselves because we are a family of just over 700,000 people living in an area roughly the size of Switzerland; we thus have one of the lowest population densities in the world, we never really had to compete too much among ourselves for anything. This, combined with the Buddhist philosophy of compassion towards others and the need to rid ourselves of jealousy has meant that we Bhutanese usually don't compete fiercely. And where there isn't competition, there never is progress. After all, it takes lifetimes of great pressures and unbearable conditions for the black coal to become diamond. His Majesty the Great Fifth, Druk Gyalpo Jigme Khesar Namgyel Wangchuck, during an audience granted to students among whom I was a fortunate listener, remarked that there is a word in our language that is probably the worst of them all embedded in our Bhutanese nature which we must rid ourselves of, the word kheymey (Dzongkha: ཁྱད་མེད) - loosely translated as 'it doesn't matter'. This easy going nature has given us the resilience to rise out of many hardships and difficult times but it now threatens to turn us into a bunch of lazy, complacent lot. Whenever we see someone indulge in a corrupt practice in our workplace, we say kheymey, it doesn't matter, (s)he has a family to feed, penalizing him/her harshly will be bad. Whenever a student is caught cheating in exams, we say kheymey, it doesn't matter and shy away from correcting the student with a stern punishment. I am not saying execute a corrupt official or expel a cheating student right away, but these are simple examples of how we fail to set an example and correct our behaviors assuming them to be trivial trespasses not realizing that we are refusing to inculcate the right values and principles within ourselves. If good values were instilled in each of us firmly, then we wouldn't have to worry about the kind of representatives we elect to our parliaments or any other institution. Complacency and tolerance to complacency is what holds us back from moving forward. Investigating corruption cases by the Anti Corruption Commission (ACC) or discovering lapses by the Royal Audit Authority (RAA) will not eradicate corruption or malpractices, they are just temporary relief for the symptoms (to draw another medical analogy) of a disease whose roots are deeper, within our conscience which must be cleaned through proper values and removing complacency from our work ethics. 

As a small developing nation, we rely heavily on donor funds. In fact, more than half our development activities are funded through external sources. Of late, most of these donor countries have announced that they will phase out of our country in the coming few years, and with that, we've been forced to face a grim, inevitable fact - that some day we will be on our own. I do not run the nation but I know how that feels because I stand at a similar juncture in my personal life as a young undergraduate. For years, I have depended on my parents to take care of all my needs and the prospect of having to start a job and be independent in a few years is a daunting thought. Our nation perhaps is at a similar crossroads. But unlike me who's being trained as a doctor and feel pretty confident of being able to earn my living eventually, I'm less confident in the training that our nation is getting. Let's face it, if all the donor countries (including our bestie down south) were to leave tomorrow, we face a very grim prospect of surviving on our own. We barely have any resources to rely on. The best gamble we have at our disposal is our human resource which I fear is far from strong enough to shoulder the responsibility of steering our country forward. With a population that is dwarfed in comparison to our two ginormous neighbors, we have very few options but to strive for excellence in everything that we do as our Beloved Monarch often points out. But excellence is far from what we Bhutanese strive for most of the time. Besides the kheymey that we use as a pathetic mantra to justify our incompetence, we often rely too heavily on the government - the noble Bhutanese tradition of expecting some form of kidu (Dzongkha: སྐྱིད་སྡུག) , translating as 'welfare' from our "rich" government. As an example, I won the Royal Government scholarship to pursue my medical degree here in Sri Lanka. As part of the scholarship entitlements, the Royal Government pays my annual tuition fees, a handsome amount of monthly stipends to cover my living expenses and an annual sum as book allowance. Besides this I'm also entitled to claim the reimbursement for my annual residence visa fees which I pay to the Sri Lankan government; I dutifully and without fail always submit my receipts to claim the sum from the scholarship office back in Bhutan. I never thought much about it for I believed I had earned it through my hard work during school days and winning the scholarship. In contrast, during my second year of studies here, a few of my Lankan friends went to represent the University at an international quiz competition in physiology held in Malaysia. Imagine my shock and horror when I discovered that they had paid from their own pockets for the air fare and also the expenses for their stay there. I asked my friend why was it so? Shouldn't the University have funded it all, after all they were representing the University (by the way, our University is state run) or perhaps even the Lankan government should have funded them for they represented Lanka too? To this, my dear Lankan friend calmly replied "Oh no, our University isn't that rich and their funds are spread too thin as it is providing free education to us all! And our government isn't in a much different condition either". I was truly ashamed of myself on that day. Here I was (the writer of such articles and future professional-to-be) with such narrow minded, selfish thoughts. I can't help myself, I'm a Bhutanese after all, it is in my blood to expect everything to be done by the government. If you want more evidence, then just switch onto the the national television, BBS right after some natural calamity has struck a part of the country and listen to the bereaved families, you'll know what I mean. Until the day we change this very Bhutanese attitude of the expecting the government to clean our mess up for us, we are bound to remain perpetually shackled to the tag of being a developing nation.

Unemployment, and in particular youth unemployment is a hot topic of discussion during election times. Such was the case in both of our elections in Bhutan. Every young citizen, be it a degree holder or a high school dropout, clung onto their seats to listen to what each party had on offer. And if what I said about corporations and business organizations being the powerhouse of an economy is true, then I'm afraid our Bhutanese powerhouse is like a steam engine full of cold, wet coal that wouldn't burn easily or even if it did, it would burn inefficiently producing more smoke than actual fire. I say this because in any economy, the corporations and businesses are enterprises which are run by entrepreneurs. Generally speaking, Bhutanese are the worst kind of entrepreneurs, mostly because of our complacency and unwillingness to work hard, and our contentment with the status quo. Walk into any Bhutanese shop and one shouldn't be surprised to be met with cold indifference by the shopkeeper, hardly even acknowledging your arrival in their shop, as if you were there not to buy something but rather to steal. Owing to our close proximity to India, most of us are very fond of Indian television and are fluent in Hindi. Ironically enough, while we have learnt lots of things from our giant neighbor, we have failed to learn the art of entrepreneurship from them, Indians being renowned for this very vital skill. In fact, I myself am guilty of being a bad entrepreneur, having helped my mother run a small grocery store a couple of years back, I hardly treated my customers more differently than my description above. (But then again, I could argue that enterprise was not my thing and I was destined to become a man of science). Although clichéd, it might be most appropriate to quote former American President John F. Kennedy when he said "Ask not what your country can do for you, but what you can do for your country". Self employment and enterprise will be what will eventually draw us out of our present predicament. 

View of Sri Lankan hills in Kandy, Cental Province (Photo by author)

Living in a different country has often helped me realize and strengthen my Bhutanese identity. It has made me see things from a different perspective sometimes, and question some of the things we take for granted. There have been times when I've been proud of some of the way we do things in Bhutan too. I guess this is what my teachers often meant by exposure when they spoke of travel and living abroad. But for this piece, I have chosen to highlight a few of the many problems I see facing my motherland while utterly disregarding all the positive facets of our country and our people. I did this because, like I said earlier, we are too comfortable with ourselves and many before me have already exalted the many good virtues of us, Bhutanese. I wish to take a more critical stand and hope to evoke a few minds. The rise of nations such as South Korea and Singapore from the ashes to become the Asian tiger economies within the past few decades serve as living sources of motivation for our country. Our time has come, and it is time to answer this great calling, especially the younger lot of Bhutanese! 

Monday, June 22, 2015

FATHERS' DAY!!


Today is the 21st of June 2015, and as I scroll down my Facebook news feed, I see the social network site flooded with pictures of fathers posted with lots of grateful words. For once, it feels real, all those things posted on people's wall (funny how a virtually existent, intangible thing is given such a tangible name). Anyway, unlike most days when girls would post photos with one of their numerous "besties" (yes, such a word exists now - check the Oxford dictionary), reading through these words of how much their fathers mean to them feels more genuine. And even the smiles on their faces or the moments captured by those photos taken way back during an era when cameras were few and far between, when the word "selfie" was not conceived of yet and when pictures actually captured moments, and weren't taken in a whim of boredom or deleted just as easily, these pictures are much more beautiful (and real). 

Truth be told, I didn't know it is was Fathers' Day today, and I'm not sure if the majority of those who have posted these pictures did either or simply joined the bandwagon after seeing someone or a few of their friends do it, who in turn possibly might have done the same mindless mimicking themselves. I like to pretend I am smarter than most people, so I quickly Googled (another real word) it up and began reading a page on the ever informative Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia. Turns out, it is unofficially Fathers' Day in some countries where it is observed on the 3rd Sunday of June (I never understood why people kept some days - important ones at that like Friendship Day & today - on such ambiguously defined days? Why not have a specific day like the usual World Health Day (7th April), International Day for Elimination of Violence Against Women (25th November) or the likes of it? That's besides the point anyhow. Like I was saying, it could be said to that is Fathers' Day today – fathers play such an important role in our lives, we could have it every month. So did I post something on my "wall" too? No, I didn't! Why not? Well, firstly because I once again wanted to feel smarter than others and not simply do what the masses had done. Secondly, and more importantly, because I thought of my father, and what he might  have said. 

I often find it odd to discover the Facebook accounts of older people, especially my relatives like uncles, aunts, grand uncles and grand aunts. To think they are Facebooking (again a completely valid, meaningful word), it just boggles my mind. To my ignorant and narrowly-thinking mind, Facebook has come to be associated with the younger generation. A sort of platform of young, lost souls to feel "connected" where they clutter up their lives with useless chatter in the name of posts, which are mostly nothing more than cries of exaggerated hopelessness, despair or happiness in their desperate bid to gain some attention while others feast on these spicy, juicy stories as a form of entertainment, or with endless "chats" (rightly termed I think) with hardly any meaningful, true conversation. Do not get me wrong, I am not simply accusing others of such follies, if anything I too am guilty of having committed them. Nor do I think Facebook or any other social networking site is utterly useless (funnily I met the love of my life through it). I'm not even against adults having Facebook profiles. I'm simply pouring out my honest thoughts on some days when I reflect on what we are actually doing on Facebook. But to continue my earlier discussion, I find adults having Facebook profiles odd because to me it (FB that is) has come to symbolize a sort of platform for the immature, youngsters who are still trying to discover who they are, trying to feel less lonely or insecure by counting all those "Likes" on their statuses, profile pictures or cover photos. And I always thought adults are very different from us in that sense; I know that it is a naive thought but it is an enduring one which I find hard to get rid of despite much pondering over it. It is further reinforced by the fact that my father himself does not have a Facebook account (now you know why I'm so heavily biased against adults having FB accounts). 

On Fathers' Day, I didn't post anything about my father or change my cover photo or profile picture having him in it. I didn't even wish him. I simply closed my eyes and thanked God (as a Buddhist there really is no point in it since we don't believe in a single God or creator per se). Nonetheless I expressed my gratitude. (Of course, I'm writing this article besides praying, some might argue). So why didn't I, the original question is still unanswered. Even if I had, my father wouldn't see it since he isn't on FB. So what's the point of writing it so publicly when all except the one person I want to convey how much he means to me can see it? But I guess that is the point nowadays, isn't it? Instead of a real conservation over a phone call, or better still, a visit in person to our loved ones, we post it publicly on their FB walls for all to see. Instead of enjoying the moment with the person we care for, we are busy trying to get  the best shot on our front cameras for a selfie (or Wefie - another nearly real word) to be later posted on FB! So while we are together, we talk less, instead we chat with someone else eagerly bent in front of those tiny screens, and later post a photo with big smiles on and write a few lines on what a wonderful time we had together (can't imagine a greater irony)! So for once I thought I needn't let the whole world know what I felt through FB, how much I loved my father in this case. But why didn't I message him directly then? Well, you see I don't even wish my father on his birthday. No, there is no tragic past or a flashback of father-son rivalry or anything like that found in a typical movie script. It's just that in our culture, we don't do such things. We don't say "I love you dad", or "I miss you dad" or "Thank you for everything", we simply don't. That is why we don't have words in my mother tongue that express these things. "I love you" only denotes a romantic sense in my mother tongue, nothing else, so certainly sons don't say it to fathers. We express it it differently, or rather silently I suppose. Me, for instance, I express it by speaking to him respectfully, that is perhaps why we have special respectful words that are used specially for elders in our language. These verbal expressions and these special days are a Western phenomenon which I find difficult to embrace with my father. Perhaps my son (yet unborn) may say such things to me some day and I may find it perfectly normal but I don't seem to be at ease saying it to my father yet. Of course, if I had mentioned to my dear Appa (father), he probably would have said, in his usual calm expression, “So what?”

So on Fathers' Day, I am writing my very first article for my blog, dedicating it to my father, to let him know that he is my idol, my inspiration and my hero.

To all fathers, who are heroes to their children - CHEERS!