Local Government Election-2011

Yesterday, viz 27.06.2011, Bhutan saw yet another historic moment when the Election Commission of Bhutan successfully conducted the first ever Local Government Elections after the Bhutan transforming into a Democratic Constitutional Monarchy in 2008. The general election for the Parliamentarians were conducted in December 2007- March 2008, but somehow the Local Government Election got delayed by almost three years and in the final stage too, it was further delayed by another one month due to the issue of former political party members being present in the contest without completing their one year cooling period. However, we are lucky to have our benevolent monarch to guide us and divert us towards the right path by compromising all odds into goodness for the general benefit. So finally, an important milestone was crossed in the transition to democratic Bhutan yesterday when all the 205 Gewog's elected their Gup's, Magni's, Tshogpas, and Thromde Thuemi's for the urban centers.

I have heard and read in newspapers that many urbanites are not aware of who their village representatives are and who would best benefit their village since most of them resided away from home for the service of nation or for making their own lifestyles better. Still then, they exercised their duties of voting either by traveling home with the purpose of voting or voted through postal ballots for the benefit of their relatives, friends and acquaintances. 

But sadly I could not take part in this Local Government Election in neither ways, though I know my village representatives in person. When I went for pressing the Electronic Voting Machine during the election of National Council candidates and National Assembly candidates, back in December 2007 and March 2008 respectively, I felt a sense of pride and euphoria for having participated in such a great event. Every single vote counts and as such having participated in electing our representatives for the parliament is an embodiment of true citizen.

The whole day I was thinking who could be my Gup, and Magmi. At around 9:00 PM I was checking into Kuensel online and found a tag “LG Election results for Gup and Mangmi June 27, 2011”. But despondently I could see the name of elected representatives of my gewog. Today morning somehow I managed to learn that Rinchen Penjor is the new Gup, Gyem Tshering the new Mangmi for my Gewog, viz. Sephu, Wangdue Phodrang. CONGRATULATIONS to them.

Rinchen Penjor the former Gup has already served the Gewog for almost nine years and this is his third consecutive win. It’s an indication that he is the best and he serves his best. I have never heard anybody speaking against him regarding his shortcomings while in village as well. Being a seasoned Gup the people would be now anticipating new changes and developments under his leadership.  Its an opportunity for him to complete the developmental activities that were initiated during his previous term as well.

As a son of the villager myself, one thing I would expect for my village, Darilog, is a good cantilever bridge to link my isolated village from rest. Nikkachu is the only barrier for my village in particular. However, our representatives would best understand the needs of our people so as the developmental works commences, I am sure that our people at grass root level would reap the best fruit of their votes.   

There were 194,357 voters turnout from the 347,938 registered voters (56%) for the local government election, as per news reports. Having elected all the Local government post the government structure under the Constitution is complete.

May peace prevail forever on the soil of Drukyul forever.

Change - Fates Cruel Game.

Change is something that is inevitable. As the sun begins its journey from east to west, the clear dawn would slowly get replaced by a day bright or gloomy and finally comes the dusk, leaving the world in darkness, as such the day’s changes. 

The beautiful spring days of hopefulness with myriad of new beginnings, the natures greenness, the blossom of flowers, the chirping of birds and hatching of young ones, never remain same. Soon it will be replaced by the lengthy days of roasting sun and beats of torrential rain. The summer will not leave us idle but we have to gear ourselves to make the best use of the growing season. The farmers would sweat in field, in schools the children thrive to get the best result. The bankers will not let the heat dry their ponds of money and the businesspersons would swim with the swelled tides of ocean to expand their business. As such, summer of busy-ness would replace the pleasant springs. Soon summer would give its way to the season of bountiful and every one would reap the fruits of their toil. Just like the colourful autumn, it is season of merrymaking and celebration. The days would soon give way to aridness, the parchedness, and emptiness. The winter would come without delaying for an hour. This is the punctuality of natural changes, from which we need to learn a lesson.  

The metamorphosis would occur everywhere like a tiny egg turning into a greedy caterpillar, then into a sluggish pupa, before finally turning into a beautiful butterfly. However, unlike the cycle of life the butterflies enjoy, changes in our life are not always positive and warm. In times, a quirk of luck and swing of fate would replace our days of cheerfulness with unexpected misfortunes. And such changes I call it fates cruel game. 

The lives of innocent family would get shattered when unexpected death knock the door and drag away their sole bread earner, leaving behind the family members helpless and in state of temporal damnation. Neither does God hear their prayers, nor fate diverts their path but leave them without mercy, making them rejuvenate their own strength to make their living. 

An enthusiastic and innovative child with an ambition of pursuing and achieving a different field of study of his interest would land up jobless and unsuccessful when his dream tarnishes as the parents and relatives consider it silly and unreliable, without giving him a try to prove his worth. Simply fate didn’t favour the child in pursuing his dream.

A laborious and intellectual student goes abroad with the purpose of getting the best education but lands up in a wrong place, acquainted by wrong people and thus his acts would tilt towards the edge of negativity finally plunging into the blood of pain and agony, without much hope to regain the inherent strengths and talents.

With the first felt genuine love rejected, terming it a teenage infatuation from the other end without giving a due respect, it would leave the lover doomed into the dreariness, losing the faith to the rhythmic beats of one’s own heart. ‘Sorry, we can be good friends as before,’ indeed becomes the aching sentence to hear to the eardrum. The perception of love changes, attitude and sensation towards love changes, a cruel game of fate. 

But this does not mean fate always plays a cruel game but fate does favor us in with positive changes as well.

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Season of Varied Sentiments.

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Far gone is the season of hopefulness,

With the blazing sun replacing spring warmth.

With seeds sprouting into luxuriant greenness.

And rivers turning brown with increased depth.

The rains fill the air misty and paths muddy,

The water floods drains and erode roads off.

Helpless and vulnerable, the travelers lie handy

Only with prayers and hopes, to reach their home safe.

Yet on the hills cast the multihued rainbow,

As through the window, I gaze and gazed

With blossom waving and dancing with its shadow,

Ah! What a pleasure of summer I have sensed.

The clouds drift from vales to beat the sun,

The breeze swirls in air and rustle the leaves,

Thus relishing the sweats and moans of man

Who toiled day and night, for the life they lives.

Like the infinite radiance of summer days so long

It’s season of endless fun, watching the ants march.

And mosquito enticing our ears with sweet song

Only to get killed the tiny creature, as palms clash.

Descends the cool night with shining moon,

Its’ silver beams reflecting from infinite star,

So peaceful and blissful, with hectic day gone.

Yet too short as the night itself, permanence seems far.

Caressed ardently, our face with chilly morning airs,

With kids swimming and merrymaking summer camp,

In times with unrequited love and wetted tears,

It is a season of Varied Sentiments, under heavens Lamp. 

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Forests Keep Drylands Working.

In 1994, the United Nations General Assembly declared June 17, “The World Day to Combat Desertification” to promote public awareness of the issue, to sensitize the public and policy makers about the dangers of desertification, land degradation and drought,  and the implementation of the United Nations Convention to Combat Desertification (UNCCD). 

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This year’s theme for the day is “Forests Keep Drylands Growing” to specifically focus on the importance of forests in drylands areas. 

Land degradation and desertification are generally caused by direct factors such as overgrazing, poor drainage, poor water management, and deforestation.  These factors if not prevented or controlled, may lead to loss of our pristine natural forests, turning our land barren, deserted and degraded. Such situations threaten the security of decent livelihood of our people. Drylands are generally rainfed areas, so when the forest areas nearby are disturbed and land turns deserted, the seasonal stream flow is disturbed, and the area becomes drought hit. This undercuts food production and access to clean water and air. Without water, the land sinks into aridness and famine hits the locality leading to poverty, followed by epidemics, as stated both in science and religion.

“Forests are the first step towards healing the drylands and protecting them from desertification and drought.” Stressed Mr. Luc Gnacadja, Executive Secretary of the UN convention to Combat Desertification. So dry forests are imperative in maintaining the sustainability of drylands. Besides trees always play a multiple roles for the communities. So filling our drylands with trees meant not only protecting the land resources from desertification and degradation but also deriving food and medicines for people and animals and many other multifarious uses. Dry forests and scrubland provide the backbone of arid ecosystems says UN Secretary General, Ban Ki-moon on the World Day to Combat Desertification. In the long run we are also combating the impacts of escalating climate change. 

The kingdom of Bhutan, under the guidance of our visionary monarchs, have never gone to the extent of exploiting our rich natural heritage in name of development. Therefore within a small geographical area of 38,394 sq.km we are proud to say we have 70.4% forest coverage. Such forest areas spread over nine major watersheds in wide range of ecological zones (100msl-7500msl) formed by four major river systems and its tributaries, played a vital role in protecting our land resources. As such Bhutan has never faced serious consequences of land degradation. Rather Bhutan always derived enormous benefits from our forest and it serve as an invaluable natural asset.

Bhutan has less than 8% of the total area arable and more than 70% of the arable land is under dryland farming system. This limited arable land should have the potential of feeding the population of nearly seven lakh people of the country so in order to keep the land productive with its natural fertility, conservation of forest becomes imperative. Trees with its deep root system hold the moisture and nutrients intact. The tree canopies reduce the force of precipitation hitting the ground thus preventing erosion. Trees serve as wind break and reduce the intensity of wind erosion. Thus it prevents the limited land resources from degradation.

Realizing such importance of the forests and keeping in mind the consequences of land degradation, its vital that before the problem becomes pressing, we inculcate the habit of working together through our combined participatory efforts to mitigate the drylands from becoming unproductive. Every year if every one of us plant a single tree and take care of it for a year, then we are not only combating the land against degradation and desertification but also sustaining our resources for our future generations.

For Now I will take my own Pace.

It’s already mid June and by now, our schools in Bhutan might be on their way to do the midterm examinations.  Soon the torrential rains of southwest monsoon will hit our Himalayan kingdom and the best way for the children to enjoy the pitter-patter is peeping through the windows during their midterm vacation.

Whenever I come across friends on social networks, they say it is time for the semester exams and soon they would be enjoying with their parents and loved ones during their semester break. The trend is same whether the colleges are in Bhutan, India or some other places but not in my case. While chatting they ask me when my exam will be starting and look for some good times of congregation during the vacation but my answer remains negative. 

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It has been a couple of years now that I last saw my classmates and whenever I go for vacation they are in colleges and our time for break never concurred together. Anyway due to the access to internet and mobile phones we can always chit chat and share information about each other but it does not satiate the joy of being together physically. That is why we tend to miss our parents, relatives and friends more than we usually do when we hear about them or think of them. The state of being together is always more joyful than hanging on phone or net for hours.

It is at this time of the year most of our friends complete their Bachelors degree. After a few months, they would be gearing their life towards the real destiny of works. Complains and excuses won’t work anymore in the case we fail to perform our duties, as one will be attaining adulthood and no more a student.  Parents will be now expecting something from their children instead of paying them. Indeed by the time we complete our studies, our parents would have served us and nursed us no less than twenty five years so obviously they would expect something from us. And it’s at this time of the year the graduates prepares themselves for the upcoming BCSE to get a secure job in government service. 

My session being late comparing to other colleges makes me worry a bit. Regarding the vacations, it is not a problem because they enjoy the monsoon rains with roads blocked and the Losars but I enjoy the spring blossoms and the Thruebab and Thimphu Tsechhu. But coming to the final year degree, if I fail to produce my degree before August, there are chances that I might have to wait for another year, which is going to be a big loss. Am I placed in a wrong college? Or is it a blessing in disguise? Is my fate not favoring me? Or its just a way of life? Many such questions arise in my mind, not only because the session is late comparing to other colleges but due to many more reasons. Still then for now I am done with the midterm exams, when everyone are done with their end terms. Well I will take my own pace for now and wait until the next dawn cracks. Go ahead with your tempo friends. :)

Lunar Eclipse Coinciding with the Night of Lord Buddha's Parinirvana.

I heard that the there will be a lunar eclipse at around 1.00am on 16^th June, and it would last around 1oo minutes,  the longest and darkest total lunar eclipse of the century in the morning. Therefore, I was eagerly waiting to see it and waited enthusiastically for the day to end though the fantastic show is to take place only at mid night. By that time when everyone would be snoring in fact.  The day was not so bright yesterday. It was cloudy most of the time and there was a little drizzle towards the evening, bringing down the heat of soaring temperature to the minimum. At around 11.00pm the sky was clear and moon was shining brightly but soon clouds rolled in and I could not wait further to see the incident in the heaven.

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Lunar eclipse though, it’s a phenomenon involving the sun, earth and moon where the three lies on the same horizontal plane with earth in between sun and moon and Earth casting its shadow over the Moon, our ancestors never knew the cause of it and remained in the realm of superstition. Though most of us are aware of the facts of the such incidents like the earthquake (caused due to the collision of plates under the earth), the solar and lunar eclipse, the rotation and revolution of the earth causing the day & night and seasons respectively, many of our parents who are uneducated and illiterate would still remain in the realm of superstition.

When I was a child, I saw one such incident. It was a solar eclipse day. As the eclipse grow stronger, the sun was slowly getting dimmer. Then I saw people climbing on their roofs and shouting and whistling saying that free the sun. From the temples, they beat drums, blow the trumpets, and prayed for the freedom of sun. It was believed in my locality that a monster known as “Zaa” is eating the sun (solar eclipse) and moon (lunar eclipse) to satiate its hunger and if not requested by the people from earth, it may end up eating the entire sun, leaving the earth in total darkness. As such, there are many myths in different religion worldwide. One such myth states as follows:

“Hupa Indians of northern California

The Moon is a man who has twenty wives and a house full of pets consisting of mountain lions, bears and snakes. To feed his pets, the man goes out to hunt. After the hunt he carries all the game back to his house for his pets, but they are not satisfied with what he has brought them. In anger, the pets attack the man, who begins to bleed. This is represented by the Moon turning a reddish colour during a lunar eclipse. One of the Moon's wives is Frog and when she sees the predicament her husband is in, she rushes to help him. Frog beats away the pets. Then she and the other wives collect up the Moon's blood and he can then recover.”   

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Unfortunately, for those who believe in such myths and superstitions, the lunar eclipse this year coincided with the Lord Buddha’s Parinirvana, which is a bad omen.  Their minds would be filled with apprehensions that the world might end up very soon, (in 2012 as heard in rumours) or they might consider it as an inauspicious year prone to face lots of calamities and natural catastrophes, as happened in Chamkhar or Japan in the case of world. Some might have even thought that the spread of Buddhism will be confronted with devilish acts with man afflicted with tobacco, alcohol and drugs and land sinking into poverty with excessive drought and famine. Some might have gone to the extent of thinking that the moon is going to be finished yesterday night when the duration was too long. 

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Today morning when I woke up, the sky was overcastted with clouds and day seems so gloomy. The lawn was filled with mist and soon there was a downpour. Is God weeping and earth sinking into his tears due to prolonged lunar eclipse? Or is it a good omen that the monsoon will be timely and the yields will be bounty?

For now forget all such superstitions and myths and wait another such lunar eclipse later this year in December. The next such eclipse (Long duration) will occur 130 years later – only in 2141, according to planetary scientists.

Melancholic Reminiscence to my Distant Angel.

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Far beyond the rolling hills and lofty peaks,

At the blissful home, lay the princess of my dream.

And here in the foreign soil, amid strangers do I dwell,

My body though free of ailment, my soul twinges for want of you

In the glorious garden of limitless gleam,
Glitters the petals of beauteous gladiolus,
When the humming bee sinks into the fragrance,
I am overwhelmed by memories of our togetherness.

The crescent moon gazing from the azure sky,

The golden fish swimming with tides of flowing rivers,

The rhododendrons growing on the lushly hills,
Glimpse of all of which rings the bell of you.

Beneath loftiest snow mountains of whitish nature,
Amidst the woods, from branches of holy juniper,
When the cuckoos sing dulcet songs with haunting tune,
I am sunken in the reminiscences of your presence.

The dazzling peacock from the tropical plains,
Angelic fowl of heavenly abode, the alpine crane,
The melancholic songs of the temperate dove,
Such forces of nature when sensed,
      my heart aches for want of you.

The chromatic combinations in rainbow on eastern hills,
The monumental paradise of the western regent,
An exceedingly enamored earthly materials of colossal value,
Such elements when beheld, when brought to mind,
     our moments of togetherness are flashed back.

For meeting cause departure, and birth cause death,
Thus impermanence is the only uncertain certainty,
Yet before the impoverishing earth sinks into doomsday,
I pray to almighty, that sooner than later, we be brought together.

P.S. This art of work, I do not claim the originality in my name as it is a translation of the Bhutanese song "Choe Cheri Tang Mey Mo,"  from the feature film "Sem Gawai Tasha."   I would give my full credit to the composer of original Dzongkha lyric. I have the lyric in Dzongkha posted in my previous post.  The song is one of my favourite Bhutanese romantic music, so I and my friend Namgay, in exchange of our words could produce this version in the form of poem. The first and the last stanza, I have added as a prologue and conclusion to the original content.

Dzongkha Lyric

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མོ་སྐདཿཁྱོད་དཔྱད་རིག་གཏང་མས་སྨོ།། ཁྱོད་དཔྱད་རིག་གཏང་མས་སྨོ།།
ལྡུམ་རྭ་ཀུན་དགའ་རྩེ་ནང་ལུ།། 

ཕོ་སྐདཿ ལྡུམ་རྭ་ཀུན་དགའ་རྩེ་ནང་ལུ།།

མོ་སྐདཿགསེར་ཤོ་མོ་ཏོག་སྦུག་ལུ་སྨོ།། གསེར་སྦྱངམ་སྣ་ཚོགས་འཇིབ་ད་ལུ།།

ཁྱོད་དཔྱད་རིག་གཏང་མས་སྨོ།།

ཕོ་སྐདཿ ཡར་ནམ་མཁའི་དཀར་གསལ་ཟླ་བ།། མར་ཆུའི་གསེར་མའི་ཉ་མོ།། ཕར་གངས་ཀྱི་ཨེ་ཏོག་མེ་ཏོག་ཚུ།།

ངིའི་མིག་ཁར་ཚར་རེ་མཐོངམ་ད།། ངིའི་སེམས་ཁར་ཚར་རེ་འཆརཝ་ད།།

ཁྱོད་དཔྱད་རིག་གཏང་མས་སྨོ།། ཁྱོད་དཔྱད་རིག་གཏང་མས་སྨོ།།

ཕོ་སྐདཿམར་རྒྱ་འི་རྨ་བྱ་གདོང་གྲོ།། ཡར་བོད་ཀྱི་ཁྲུང་ཁྲུང་དཀར་མོ།། ས་འབྲུག་པའི་ལྷ་བྱ་གོང་མོ་ཚུ།།

ངིའི་མིག་ཁར་ཚར་རེ་མཐོངམ་ད།། ངིའི་སེམས་ཁར་ཚར་རེ་ཆརཝ་ད།།

ཁྱོད་དཔྱད་རིག་གཏང་མས་སྨོ།། ཁྱོད་དཔྱད་རིག་གཏང་མས་སྨོ།།

མོ་སྐདཿཁྱོད་དཔྱད་རིག་གཏང་མས་སྨོ།། ཁྱོད་དཔྱད་རིག་གཏང་མས་སྨོ།།

མོ་སྐདཿམཐོ་བའི་གངས་རི་དཀར་པོའི་ནང་།། མཐོ་བའི་གངས་རི་དཀར་པོའི་ནང་།།

ལྷ་ཤིང་ཤུག་པོའི་གུ་ལས་སྨོ།། ཁུ་གྱུ་ཞབས་ཁྲ་འཐེནམ་ད་ལུ།།
ཁྱོད་དཔྱད་རིག་གཏང་མས་སྨོ།།

ཕོ་སྐདཿཕར་ལྷོ་མའི་འཇའ་མཚོན་འདྲ་བ།། གྱང་ལོག་གི་ལྷ་ཡི་དེབ་རི།། སེམས་ཧིང་ཁར་ཚུད་པའི་ཅ་ལ་ཚུ།།

ངིའི་མིག་ཁར་ཚར་རེ་མཐོངམ་ད།། ངིའི་སེམས་ཁར་ཚར་རེ་འཆརཝ་ད།།

ཁྱོད་དཔྱད་རིག་གཏང་མས་སྨོ།། ཁྱོད་དཔྱད་རིག་གཏང་མས་སྨོ།།

This is a lyric of a song from the Bhutanese feature film Sem Gawai Tasha featuring Tsokye Tsomo Karchung and Kelly Dorji. The is one of my favourite Rigsar songs, which takes me to the imaginary world of love and happiness. I tried to translate this song in my own style of writing poems, which I thought of sharing with you later. I won’t be claiming the originality of the translated work. Rather I would give my full credit to the composer of original Dzongkha lyric. 

My Tiny World.

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The path I walked
Was fragile and thorny.
The journey I travelled
Was an Adventure of Robinson.
The dream I dreamt
Was a dream full of disarray.

The friends I acquainted,
Turned out to be a foe.
The air I breathe
Is but a stink of cigarette.
The destiny chosen by me,
Drenched me into sufferings.

The radiance of smile
Was a venom in disguise.

Without much hope

The life seems wasted.
Even the call of silent heart,
It produced no echo.

The time is ticking away,
And so is my life.
In the land of aridness,
My lushly leaf is to wither
Before the moon
Complete its waxing phase.

Thus the tiny world of mine,
Is shrouded in gloominess
And my mind no more in peace
But in muddled state.

Now Shall I weep,

Or wipe off my tears.

Now to the guardian deity,
I seek my refugee.

For your bless I pray
Oh almighty! Guide me

And me like sentient beings
Towards the horizon of silver lines.

Partition

In my opinion partition is a sort of barrier that separates or divides two or more things from each other without letting it mix and the reasons for such partition is obviously due to distinguishing characters each group possess. In a set of flowers, we group roses into one set and gladiolus into another thus our instinct is such that we tend to create barrier by differentiation and separation. Well this is in regards to objects of inanimate nature.

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Such partition does exist in the society we live. Man is a social animal yet they tend to create a society of homogeneous nature. Blacks in one region and whites in another thus bringing the situation of racism and social prejudice. Racism is a problem across the globe since ancient periods. It is said that America was a country torn by racism, the native Americans generally the whites discriminating the African immigrants who were blacks. Such a foul instinct of we human create a partition and as such is a cause of social disharmony. In the recent days also, there are instances where Indians are considered inferior by the Australians that results in the assault and harassment of Indian students studying in Australia.

Within a society of same ethnic civilization also, there are certain sorts of partition among the people. Riches and landlords ill treat their fellow workers and poor families considering them mere slaves. Even Bhutan through the ages, I believe, passed through such situations. There were people considering themselves of higher class and they use to employ slaves to work under them. Just for an instance, Choeje’s were considered superior and Khoe & Joow an inferior group in the society. “Cut our flesh and you would see milk oozing from it” such a saying do exist in our society as well but it is a story of past. Our third king and father of modern Bhutan, His Majesty late Jigme Dorji Wangchuck totally abolished the practice of serfs and put an end to the age old practiced feudalism. Bhutanese are Bhutanese and there is no distinction of caste, colour and creed as such. While people coming from different regions might be referred by name corresponding to their locality like, Sharchop, Ngalong and Lhotsampa, this are just the ethnic identity which we possess but we enjoy the freedom of equality as enshrined in the Constitution of the Kingdom of Bhutan. The sensation of equality is the charm of Bhutanese and peace is what we enjoy together. 

If we look into Indian context, caste-cism is a common phenomenon. There are instance where the North Indians, generally the people from Bihar are insulted and harassed when the travel to southern states of Karnataka and Maharashtra (Such scenes are depicted in Bollywood films). Such an inhumane perception in the mind of people is the biggest weakness of we thinking beings. 

Well, as days passed by I am really fed up with this thing called caste system in the hostel where I am residing. The Indian society is such that they are categorized as ST (Scheduled Tribes), SC (Scheduled Castes), OBCs (Other Backward Castes), Generals and the list goes on. Some of the fellow students, they blame Mahatma Gandhi (which I presume to be the man behind the Independent India) as an man behind Indians being categorized into such a system but then he did for a good cause, upliftment of the minorities. Now the Indian administration is such that the people of lower castes have to adhere less obligations but enjoy more opportunities. They have quotas reserved for them in civil service as well. Yet in certain corners of the country many tribal peoples remain so backward totally ignored by the majority The generals on the other hand have to pay huge amount for everything they do (be it taxes, college fees, price for rations et al) and finally when it is time for employment and other opportunities they have to fight the toughest competition yet they consider themselves superior.

Such differential castes have caused partition among the students studying the same course, sitting in the same class and this is one reason, which leads to lots of unpleasant fumes in the atmosphere in which I dwell, sometimes even leading to quarrelsome and fight among them. They term it Phylum Bazi, (differentiating themselves according to phylum) and they seldom stay united. There is scarcity of water in the hostel, power is a major problem which cuts off any time leaving us in the dark swamp sweating like anything. Unless the students come to a single term, such problems will persist because nobody would proceed to the head of institution for reporting the problems and the institution wont never look into students welfare. Many a times groups fail to come to a single conclusion in achieving a purpose for the goodness of both. The term unity is lost and finally everyone suffers be it the Generals or Scheduled Tribes with international heads like us, what a joke. The negative impact of such a partition is thus huge.

Breathing an air in such an environ makes people like me sick mentally though my body free of ailments and my TINY WORLD seems completely shrouded by GLOOMINESS and this is the real mundane of suffering.

“My heart aches and a drowsy numbness pains,

My sense, as though hemlock I had drunk,

Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains...”

unlike the pains endured by John Keats due to songs of Nightingale, for me it is a pain endured due to what we call wilderness and lack of unity, the PARTITION they have created amongst them. Living in a competitive world of twenty first century, equality should be the principle that we should stick on and united we should stand for unity is strength, rather than staying wild with the ego of superiority in the society.