Thursday, 20 October 2016


Assam strike called by some innocuous factions or groups and Bhutanese gates remains closed. I have traveled during the strikes and reached the destination safely to tell these stories. The aim of the groups calling strikes had got nothing to do with the Bhutanese and her vehicles. They are smart people. The highway was never barricaded and it will not be allowed to be done so unless it is a great national emergency. But the precautions from our side affects our people more than the intended people. 

I got stranded at the border town for two days because of the strike called by the group that I never heard before. As innocuous as it may be but it had the power to stop the movement of the people of Bhutan. The proper planning of the journey can never be done due to the same reason. My friend had bought vegetable, a carton full of it, and it lays spread out under the fan for two days. The freshness and the nutritiousness seemingly drained from it. Thank god that it was just a few kilos. There must be truck loads getting spoilt somewhere. And who cares?

A friendship at the strategical level and intimacy at Delhi and Thimphu level must percolate at the grass-root level. What has Bhutanese cars got to do with the communal disharmony? What has Bhutanese cars got to do with the fluid political situations? What has Bhutanese cars got to do with the religious and tribal clashes? The collateral damages may happen at the epicenter of the problem but not on the highway. If the collateral damages can be so huge and can spill over to the mobile properties of the friendly foreign countries, is it a failed state? We can see good law and order to not to allow rampant and unruly clashes happening. 

Whatever maybe, until the time there is good communication between our police and their counterparts a slight sign of turmoil and protest would bring the bars of the gate crashing down for six, twelve, twenty four or thirty six hours or more. The easier way for both the forces. Inconvenience caused would be hardly regretted. To be frank I am concerned because I am affected. I was affected before too but comfortably forgotten. 

The Asian highway- a huge double lane highway numbered 31, is best avoided if you do not want to miss appointments, waste leaves and man hours waiting for the strike to get over and praying for next group to not to call a fresh one. This is incidentally a few of the perks of serving at the southern part of the country. My colleagues were already home two days back and I am still watching the three hands to the wall clock move at its own speed; the speed limit stipulated, tuned and agreed upon by the whole world based on GMT.