In
the class today, we were informed that there will be a mass demonstration of
Red Shirts starting from tomorrow in the vicinity of our University campus. Consequently,
we were warned to shut down any plans of moving out at least for this weekend.
Frankly
speaking, ‘Protest’ is one word that always numbs and paralyzes me with phobia succumbing
to an extreme anxiety mode. Needless to mention about participating or observing
it in reality, I haven’t heard of it anyway back in my country. Thanks to your
Majesty the Kings!!! Heaven must have been stunned to discover that a small
nation like Bhutan possessed a king of kings.
That moment after my ear was injected with such a piece of report, weakened
the muscle of my attention. I experienced the rush of blood into my brain
because the thunder due to the march of more than 50,000 pairs of legs will be heard
and seen this time. I was not armoured in anyways to confront such circumstances
since I have never seen one during these 3 decades of life on earth. But, no
newspapers ever escaped from my eyes regarding the conflicts clashes and
death tolls ensuing due to the protest. Therefore, to a layman like me, the protest
was deemed as an equivalent term for ‘gambling a human life.
“The
United Front for Democracy Against Dictatorship (UDD) begins a three-day rally
Saturday that is billed as a show of strength in light of moves by independent
agencies which threaten to strip Yingluck Shinawatra
of her caretaker prime ministerial post”, the Bangkok Post read. My inbox was
already flooded with the alarms of the demonstration which was scheduled to take place
soon.
Normally, I and my friends always shop for groceries and vegetables during the weekends. Fearing that we might miss the market the next day, we planned to fill our stocks that evening. Hence, we headed to the market donning with the same tune of mood and excitement as before.
As we were waiting to cross the road, I saw an armed policeman
spying on our moves. In the fear of suspicion, I remained dumb without even knowing
what to do. And eventually, when the traffic was clear, we crossed the road to
pass nearby him.
He strolled towards us and said, “You China?”
The kind of language he spoke was not very strange to
our ears anymore. Being here for the last 8 months, we are accustomed to the kind
of English Thais speak. So, I assumed that he must have to mean whether we were
from China. So, I quickly responded, “No, sir. From Bhutan”.
He seemed to have missed what I said. So, clearing the
throat, he took a few steps closer. I scanned him and saw his waist surrounded
with weapons and shotgun. On seeing this, my nerves started to shiver and my tongue failed to pronounce even those daily words.
I repeated saying ‘Bhutan’ and my friends added it all together. Hearing the word ‘Bhutan’ repeatedly, he took back a few steps and
gazed with his left hand scratching the few moustached chins.
We looked at one another for some time without any clues
on why we were interrogated. But suddenly, the serious interrogating face of
this armed personnel donned with a smile and said,
“Oh,…o ….o…… Buuu..taan”
“King Jigme”.
And within no minutes, we echoed his words.
"Yes, King Jigme. King Jigme"
"Yes, King Jigme. King Jigme"
In fact, we clung firmly to the word “King Jigme” as a license to free us from further questioning.
Further, I took out my university student card and passport
copy from my bag and explained to him that we are from Bhutan and are current international students at Mahidol University.
He pretended to scan the documents and murmured ‘King
Jigme’ for few more times and let us go peacefully.
We still could not understand the reasons for the interrogations
but we laughed at ourselves for being questioned. My friends further chuckled when
I related to those ‘Banged Up Abroad’ television
shows.
It was funnier that “King Jigme” served more than the university
student card and our passport from further probing.
“King Jigme” by the way is the name of our beloved
fifth King Jigme Khesar Namgyel Wangchuck.
Popularly known as the ‘People’s King’ in our kingdom
and as ‘Prince Charming’ in Thailand, His Majesty is very popular in Thailand
after his visit in 2006. His Majesty the King, then the crowned prince, joined
with Thais during the 60th-anniversary celebration of King Bhumibol Adulyadej's accession to the Golden
Throne.
Thank you, Your Majesty, for everything
you gave to us. You are truly an incredible human blessed for the Bhutanese. The
great Indian leader, Mahatma Gandhi was not mistaken to remark,
“I
suppose leadership at one time meant muscles; today it means getting along with
people”.
LONG LIVE OUR KING.
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http://dumchowangdi.blogspot.com/2014/02/a-humble-message-to-servant-leader.html
“A leader is one who knows the way, goes the way, and shows the way”
- John C. Maxwell
His Majesty the King Jigme Khesar Namgyel Wangchuck and the Queen Ashi Jetseun Pema Wangchuck |
Great quote by John Maxwell. Loved the picture of your King and Queen.
ReplyDeleteThank you Rachna for reading my post. Yup, we too love our King and the Queen. Thank you for visiting.
DeleteWow...so interesting, as ever, Dumcho.
ReplyDeleteI love to visit your wonderful blog...I always learn so much here.
The picture of your King and Queen is simply amazing...such fabulous colourful costumes!
Hope you are having a super weekend.:)
Thank you Ygraine. The beautiful comments from a faraway people who seems more close encourages me to write and update despite my tight study schedule here. I am grateful for your comments every time. Thank you for the visit.
DeleteAs always very insightful post. Loved it thoroughly!
ReplyDeleteThank you for your regular visits. I am humbled and encouraged.
DeleteSuch a nerve wracking incident... I am happy to hear it went well;-) Take care of yourself ;-)
ReplyDeleteThank you for your comment on my blog.. have a great week ahead :-D
Thank you Launna for visiting my page. Thank you for the comments. Yup, now I am already at home. I am doing fine. Have a great weekend too.
DeleteI found you in a comment during the A-Z Challenge and I'm glad I did. Adding you to my blog roll. So sorry you had yo go through that but I'm glad that you are okay and can look back on this experience without negativity. Protests seem so simple in Jamaica. You can just go out and demonstrate though wild demonstrations do get police intervention.
ReplyDeleteThank you Sheena for your words of encouragement. I am humbled. I am doing great these days anyways. Thank you for visiting my page.
DeleteNice post Dumcho! :)
ReplyDeleteThank you madam Rima
Deletenice post !!
ReplyDeleteThank you la.
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