Thursday, 7 May 2015

The Sympathy



My friend goes for a lunch to Dadgari, an Indian town adjacent to Bhutanese town-Gelephu. We were chatting in wechat just like that with no particular topics – when we chat with best of the friends there need not be any topics, the chat continues without saying anything in particular, and something he said that time moved me so much and I promised him that I will be writing a piece of article on that.


When he was about to get settled for a sumptuous lunch in the small town of Dadgari which was cheap, he noticed the things that he never cared to or bothered to give a second thought about it. In military we were taught to be merciless not through the formal classroom lessons but subtly through numerous process of brain washing programs.  



He frequently goes there to have lunch not because he can’t afford lunch in bigger hotels in Bhutan, he goes there because he likes to have the taste of the Indian made curry with flagrance and flavours of so many masala mixed together that can be conjured up only by the Indian cooks. The aroma of the spices mixed with the fried onions beckons anyone passing by and is hungry enough. He was not mesmerized by the aroma of the food but his digestive system forced him to go there overpowering all other senses.  


He called me and told me in wechat that when he was about to eat he could see so many half naked kids around, watching him eat. He had become aware of the surroundings and felt sad for them. They are the ones who require food more than him. Though he was well to do, he could not take care and feed all the people that were around him. The feelings of sympathy had taken away the appetite in him and he left the food half eaten.


What moved me was the feeling of the sympathy from an officer of an elite commando force for the mankind. It is not the gun that won the war. It is the human touch that wins the hearts and minds of the people; WHAM - (winning hearts and mind) operations is included in the military training for a reason. It also signals the maturity that an officer has to have such feelings for the fellow human beings be it from any race or country.  


He stood up from there and started giving whatever changes and cash he had to all the kids present there. For once he did not care whether his action would encourage begging or not but he just felt like giving. That was the only thing he could do at that moment. All religions teach us to be kind. He was Buddhist officially, but he reveres none in particular and he is too tough for any religious man to manipulate his feelings religiously. Like all his comrades in arms, his religion was to serve the king, country and the people to the peril of one’s own life.  


That night my friend may have to forgo his usual drinks and pretzels and maybe for many nights more for he had emptied his wallet there with the attack of sympathy for the mankind.


(This is the least I could do in appreciation for the good work that you keep doing every time my friend Major Dorji Lotey; as partly narrated to me through wechat and the rest are the works of my imagination knowing him full well about the moves that he would make.) All the best commando.