To my shock and surprise, the flight early morning at half past two. I searched for official of the airline but no one could be traceable. So the drama unfurled and I wrote this end at the end of day.
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Saturday, 14 November 2015
Expect the unexpected in my Journey: Drama Part 2
To my shock and surprise, the flight early morning at half past two. I searched for official of the airline but no one could be traceable. So the drama unfurled and I wrote this end at the end of day.
Expect the unexpected in my Journey: Drama Part 2
Expect the unexpected in my Journey: Drama Part 1
After listening to fans supposedly serve as air condition I arrived my destination, Dadar. I booked a cab online to avoid the drama of regular cabs at stations who often serve more like legal robbers than cab driver. The cab was confirmed and I called the driver. He picks up the phone and replies "I am not coming' and that's it. The next option is to take local taxis. A man comes and convinced me that he will travel by meter system. I agreed and another driver negotiates with him and I was dumped in other cab. The driver looks very young and thug type, normally would describe him as bhai. He asked me to give two five hundred notes to exchange with his thousands note. I relied " sorry I don't have" but he keeps on insisting until I told him that why should I carry Indian notes when I travel abroad. He then asked me to show him some foreign notes. I denied having any. I did have but knowing how this society is, I his those notes in a different purse. I told him, I use credit card and don't carry any currency. Be then tells me that since his car is Air Conditioner and would charge me 800 which could be three or four times the norm rate. Instantly, I got out of the vehicle and travelled in another car. The driver to that cab had no respect for his customers from the way he drives and seems life is nothing to him. I was finally relieved that I reached the airport well in advance. The two drivers already disturbed my mood not realizing that I would be spending the entire day in this Airport with drama and trouble. And i would be stranded in this Airport for 19hours and another 13hours in Kuala Lumpur Airport.
Expect the unexpected in my Journey: Drama Part 1
Thursday, 5 November 2015
Language is not born with all terms and phrases but developed through use. Dzongkha is not exception
shown even by our national public broadcaster and their perception on our national language.
The report furthers seems to convey that Dzongkha is becoming useless since we use English everywhere and its standard is enough. Are we serious? Honestly, ask ourselves, how many of our MPs can speak in the parliament raise one issue without flipping up and down through English-Dzongkha Dictionary in the Parliament searching words and phrases. Some even struggle to read basic sentences in Dzongkha which is telecast live. And how many of our Bureaucrats, corporates, even our senior officers who are considered to be elite and highly educated can conduct one simple meeting completely in Dzongkha without the help of English jargons which are often archaic words they learnt in 1980s or 70s some of which no longer live in English Dictionaries. The reality is that if we write a single phrase in English, there would be countless corrections and if we write in Dzongkha, often there will not be a single comment because no one is even bothered to read.
Now, English!! Do we really think we Bhutanese are good in English? How good is our English? Do we ever ask ourselves which English we are using, British, American, Australian, Indian or mixed? We would only realize when we actually talk with the foreigners that our English is not as good as we may presume from those who think they are perfect in English. The reality is that our English has not been recognized by anyone, no institutions, not even our neighbouring countries like India, Sri Lanka, or Bangladesh or even countries like Japan and Thailand where English is rarely used even as a basic form of communication.
Even after more than half a century of our entire education in English medium has not been able to convince single nation in the world which recognized our English without showing them one of the certificates of international English Testing Institutions (IELTS, TOFEL, GMATS etc) even for obtaining visas.
India is not only a nation with billion people but also is a nuclear power nation with one of the fastest growing economy in the world with half of Billion of them speak English, to be precise British English and their English is recognized by many countries and renowned universities where they can apply without any English Test certificates like us, the Bhutanese. But, if we look at their strength in Hindi and their Regional Languages, its exceptionally impressive. From the greatest lawyers, Judges to scientist, Doctors to Politicians, Business Tycoons to Celebrities, everyone can and prefer to communicate in their own Language and their whole education system and official correspondence are still done in Hindi or their Regional Languages. So is true for all our neighbouring countries, Nepal, Bangladesh, Sri Lanka, Maldives, Pakistan, you name it.
Unlike other countries, our only identity to show to rest of the world is our culture and identity and language is the soul of our culture and tradition. We have nothing else than this.
Therefore, unless we start to use it, Dzongkha will in few decades die a slow, painful and natural death and may remain as a mere symbolical language with monastic bodies. If we use it, there is no way that we can’t have adequate terms and phrases. We must remember that English is still evolving Language and has borrowed millions of words from various other languages to evolve to this level.
With my stay being away from Bhutan for years have convinced me even more how important is our culture and language. Any stranger we meet, the first question is, where are we from and next is often what language and ask us to teach them.
The bottom line is that, if we stop today, tomorrow will not be far where its extinction would happen before we even realize.
Note: I know many readers would have already saw, so many mistakes in what I have written, because it's written in English. But if I have written in Dzongkha, I am quite sure, there won't be any comments because, most won't bother to look at it, forget about reading.