Thursday, 30 July 2015

Going With the Flow

Sometimes it so happens that you do one thing and you get into trouble and you remember that you will never do that thing again but you get into trouble not doing just that. When you experience such catch twenty two situations you are made to remember the infamous Murphy’s Law – whatever that is supposed to happen would happen no matter what.

After coming back from studies in Singapore, Sangay tried to emulate the Singaporeans by being sincere to the core and not to accept any corrupt practices committed by the people above, below or at level with him. Sangay found that there were so many things that need to be corrected above all the word ‘adjustment’ needs to be rooted out from the system of accounting. Adjusting this amount with that bill and that bill with this bill was just ridiculous, but somehow he found out that adjusting system prevented loss, audit observations and some smart people gained out of it.

His pointing out the flaws of his immediate boss brought his wrath upon him. Sangay hated the place where he was posted but later, the realization dawned on him that it was the people and your own behaviours with the people around you that mattered and not the place itself. Sangay found it to be very difficult to be sane in the midst of insane people. Sangay wanted to get out of the place the following year but fortunately or unfortunately Sangay remained while the others were shuffled around.

Equipped with the wisdom and the futility of fighting a lone battle of correcting the system and caring for his happiness more, Sangay nurtured a cordial relation with the people above him and started swimming with the flow – you bet, he found it to be so easy doing that. Sangay turned a blind eye to all the unacceptable things happening around and later to his surprise it did not look like an unacceptable any more. The stay there was good and the place looked more beautiful.

When Sangay just thought that whatever he was doing was correct and the time for the country to be like the developed countries is not yet ripe, a visit from a senior sincere officer surprised him. Sangay have almost forgotten that such people are also here in Bhutan, who is sincere, honest and genuine and seemed like a very honourable man, who calls a spade a spade. For him, it is either right or wrong and there was nothing in between. How Sangay would have loved to serve with such people? And how they would have clicked? But alas, the damage to his understanding of the system and the people had already been done. Sangay had become a passenger and taking a ride wherever the driver was taking him, after experiencing the rough times in his life trying to be what we are supposed to be and expected to be.
                                                                                  Life had taught him various lessons, and he thought that is what experience is all about. He felt that, in fact it is the people who teach you various lessons and the situation dictates which lessons to apply when. He resigned to not objecting, until the action of the person directly affects his well being knowing full well that it may be good option for his own happiness but not good for the country as a whole.
Happier Sangay now just takes orders, whether it is right or wrong does not matter to him much. He surreptitiously thinks that if he rises to the position to give orders it would never be morally unacceptable and try to be as straight as possible. But then who knows by then Sangay would have been already infected by the virus, as it is human nature to fear singularity more than error.