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The editor in your pocket

This is something I wanted to write about for a while. One of the common complaints about generative AI is that everyone suddenly has access to a tool that helps them write in flawless English, or for that matter, in any of the many languages AI works with. People who once struggled to put together a proper email, letter or article are suddenly producing perfectly readable prose. I do not see this entirely as a bad thing. If more people can communicate better, written communication becomes much more effective. Struggling to express ourselves clearly is no fun, either for the person writing or the one trying to understand. A good idea can easily get lost because the person who holds it struggles to put it into words. But let us remember how things were before AI came along. Back in those days, people in positions of authority or power often had people with a good command of language working under them. In Bhutan, someone who was good at Dzongkha or English would draft a letter, prep...
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The Search for Ramji Lall

Back when I was a student in a remote school in Bhutan, English textbooks were not always easy to understand. English was a foreign language to us, and our comprehension was limited. A difficult poem remained difficult, while a complicated story sometimes became even more complicated after we had read it. Then, sometime during junior high school, I came across Ramji Lall. More precisely, I came across his guidebooks, and they came as a relief. Difficult plots were explained in simple language. Poems had summaries, characters had descriptions, and themes were laid out clearly. Suddenly, some of those difficult texts began to make sense. What surprised me was that Ramji Lall seemed to have a guide for everything. Poetry, short stories, dramas, novels and even some of the English texts we studied. If a literary work was prescribed in school, there was a good chance Ramji Lall had already written something about it. I sometimes wondered how one man managed to read so much, let alone write ...

10 Things You Should Know Before Visiting Bhutan

Most people who have visited Bhutan before often tell me that the country felt different from anywhere else, they had travelled in Asia, and they usually cannot explain why until they have been here a few days.  The pace is different. So are the customs. And honestly, very little here works quite the way you expect it to. If this is your first trip, here is what I would tell you over tea before you go. 1. Sustainable Development Fee (SDF) Most visitors pay an SDF for every night they spend in the country. The rate depends on your nationality and age, and it changes from time to time, so check the current figure before you book anything. This fee sits completely apart from your hotel bill, your meals, your driver. Nothing you do will lower it. 2. Travel with a guide This surprises people who are used to wandering off on their own. In Bhutan, most travellers move around with a certified local guide, who handles transport, sightseeing, entry into monasteries and the small cu...

When Discipline Leaves a Mark

Some memories refuse to fade.  Three of us had been assigned a task. While the teacher was giving instructions to other students, we began walking towards the place where we had been told to go. He suddenly called us back. We had no idea what we had done wrong. My friend went first. The teacher took a bamboo stick and struck his open palm three times. Hard. Then came my turn. I stretched out my hand, expecting the same punishment. Instead, the teacher struck me on the head, again and again, until the bamboo stick broke. By then, blood was dripping from my head. I remember forcing myself not to cry because younger students were watching, and at that age I somehow believed crying in front of them would make the humiliation worse. The physical pain eventually disappeared, but the memory lived on. Decades have passed, yet when I think about the incident, I still remember the shock, anger and helplessness. What troubles me now is perhaps greater than what I understood then. An adult ent...

Chuti-Gang: Where Villagers Met

Photo copyrigh t:  Shejun There was a time when almost every village had a water mill, known locally as a Chuti , and the place was called Chuti-Gang . If you stood nearby, you would hear rushing water, the steady rumble of stone grinding grain, and the voices of people waiting for their turn. Today, those sounds are rarely heard. When I was growing up, villagers carried sacks of maize or buckwheat to the village chuti . The mill ran entirely on water. A short distance above the mill house, water was collected in a small dam. From there, it flowed through a long wooden trough that sloped towards the mill. As the water gathered speed, it struck a wooden wheel below and set the whole mechanism in motion. Inside the mill, two large circular stones ground the grain into flour. One stone rested on the other. The upper stone had a hole in the centre where grain was poured. A wooden shaft connected the water wheel to the upper stone, causing it to rotate while the lower stone remained...

The Vanishing Currency of a Bhutanese Village

Growing up in rural Bhutan, the richest people in the village often had very little cash. They were known as chukpo , 'the ones with cattle'. And no one asked how much money a person had in the bank. No one or only a countable few had bank accounts, anyway. Wealth was measured in fields, cattle, grains, and the ability to carry a family through the seasons. Cash existed, but it played only a small role. Most exchanges happened through barter. Rice for chillies, soya beans for Sichuan peppers, cheese for eggs. I still remember that a ball of homemade cheese was worth two fresh eggs. Nobody needed a calculator because people simply knew. The most remarkable part of the system was the exchange of labour. During sowing and planting seasons, families needed extra hands, yet labour was rarely paid in cash. If I spent three days helping on your farm, you spent three days helping on mine in return. No contract was needed to be signed. No money changed hands. Wealthier households so...

The Bhutanese Way

Living away from Bhutan reveals who we are in unexpected ways. Here in Perth, we often notice this in ordinary conversations. When someone learns that we are Bhutanese, her face brightens.  Almost every time, they mention a Bhutanese they know. “They are kind, respectful, hardworking people.”  Those few words always stay with us. Even far from home, Bhutanese continue to live the values we grew up with. Helping others without being asked. Working sincerely. Treating people with respect. Without realising it, we become representatives of our country through the way we live each day. At a time when Bhutan is opening itself to the world through the visionary Gelephu Mindfulness City , this matters even more. The world is beginning to look toward Bhutan with curiosity and admiration. When they meet Bhutanese abroad whose actions reflect compassion, humility, and integrity, the image of Bhutan becomes something real and human. At the same time, living abroad also tests how much of ...