Story of How I got Educated in Bhutan
Sometime in 1985, a
boy was born to a single mother while she was weeding in the rugged maize
field. A 34 years old woman squatted on
the ground as she was seized with labor pain. Hidden among waist-length maize
plant shoots waving lazily in the wind, she pushed hard. A baby fell on the
ground. It rolled down the slope before she could regain strength. Luckily, it
was struck on group of sturdy maize plant. She used her Tego to wrap her child
as she had no other means.
Tired, thirsty and
hungry, she stayed there not knowing whether to throw child or take her home.
She was afraid of her parents because she already had two children without
father as father had left them. The father of child in her hand was husband of
her younger sister who gave birth a few months ago. The man had double crossed
her. She almost made her mind to hide
baby boy in nearby forest but soft cry emanated from innocent face made her think otherwise.
When she took the boy home, her parents weren’t angry but sad for their eldest
daughter who was destined to be cheated and suffered.
After one week, a
villager astrologer was invited. Astrologer not very learned one wrote Keytse
forecasting child’s future and possible future obstacles to the child partially
through his guesses and partially referring to a astrology book. He was also named.
The village was remote and poor called Muktangkhar.in JurmeGewog under Mongar
district.
The boy grew up like
any other people under the care of his grandfather. When he was four years old,
her mother married a guy fromDungsam. He lived with his mother and step-father
for a year. After that he and his mother returned home and never went back. One
evening when he was around five years of age, he remembered his mother asking
him to wait for grandfather while she was talking to man who was carrying boy
of his age. He did as was told. Her mother never came back. Later through angry
grandfather, he found out that mother has absconded with a widower to another
village leaving him, elder sister and elder brother to be cared by grandfather
and their aunt.
His grandfather
passed away when he was eight years old. He remembered him as a loving man and
respected village Gomchen. His brother was already ordained as a monk in
Pemagatshel Dratshang. Only after demise of grandfather, he remembered knowing
location of where his mother lived.
After grandfather’s death, his fourteen years old sister became whole
bread earner. She also agreed to admit him to the school. He was nine years old
then.
He described his
first school as memorable and fulfilling but difficult. His sister had hard
time paying less than Nu. 16 as a school fee. Unlike other people, his lunch
would consist of plain boiled maize grain most of the time. In community
school, he also remembered stealing around five ngultrum from a well-off friend
to buy some biscuit crumbs from a friend. He was caught and DzongkhagLopen gave
a resounding beating. At the same time,
headmaster was also another challenge for students and villagers. He would
terrorize parents and beat students even when he was bored. Many students left
the school. From more than 100 students in his school, he believed around
thirty students might have passed from the school.
He was an
over-average student performing in academics above 90 percent of other students
in the village. When he was in class three, his sister decided to shift to
Pemagatshel with brother-in-law in search of a job. Asthirteen years old boy,
he tried to manage staying himself. In the village, 12 years old people were
considered mature. However, he couldn’t and decided to stay with mother and
step-father. He believed it was here he took difficult decision of his life. He
would be sent to school when school long duration bell ring for the assembly.
He would run to school without washing face and reached school when assembly
was over. He was expected to rush home right after class was over. However, he
loved to play marbles and football games and participated dances despite
beatings and scolding at home. One day his mother bowed to him three times as
if he was deity for refusing to come home early. As a boy in early teen, he
decided to give up dances and games for rest his life which he regrets now. It
was also here he decide to make income to buy necessities for school through
doing woola for other household for less than Nu. 10 per day.
His brother-on-law
got job as cook in Pemagatsheldratshang where his brother has now become monk-teacher.
After one and half year, he was called to study at Pemagatshel by his sister.
He felt relieved for two reasons. He didn’t have to live in a house where he
was not welcomed. He was also spared from almost daily ritualistic beating from
headmaster of the village. But life was no better at Pemagatshel. Although, he
consistently came among top three academically, he didn’t reconsider his
decision to participate in co-curricular activities anymore. On other hand, it
was difficult to survive in Pemagatshel which was a sleepy town compared to his
village. His village was three days walk away from road. He remembered living
in a makeshift hut where it leaked and earth worms crawled in summer. Till high
school, he lived with his sister.
During this time, he
also started working as unskilled construction workers on weekend and in winter
vacation. He also worked as road worker. By late nineties, he was paid Nu. 50
per day for hard labour. He would wake up at 3 am and walked to stone breaking
site and reached there at 7:30am. Supervisor would let them break for evening
at 5 pm. He would reach home at 9 pm. By 2000, he started working in rural
electrification programme carrying poles and diggings holes. By this time he
was adult and beating and scolding was what he loathed. He had picked up habit
of hitting back either verbally or physically. When a teacher mistakenly
believed he bunk evening social works and hit him, he hit back. As a result, he
was expelled from the school. He was in class eight and of seventeen years
then. Today, he regretted that action very much.He believed that injustice he
underwent as a child made him so short-tempered and arrogant.
In 2003, he was
transferred to Mongar School as he refused to be dropped-out despite lukewarm
support from two siblings. Though he had difficulty enduring scolding and
beating, he promised to himself that he wouldn’t get into trouble anymore.
Despite minor problems in school, he graduated class twelve in 2006. He was
also selected to study undergraduate course in Cinema through government scholarship.
The award was first step towards independence for him. But he regretted
accepting the award as college was not what was believed to be by government.
Three of us who got into same college decided to discourage scholarship
division from sending other students in future. It might be coincidence but no
students on scholarship were sent to that same college anymore. It was also in
the college, he believed, it spoilt himself academically. It was also during
that time, he learned about corruption in the system in both India and Bhutan.
For instance, a college accountant was asked to help them creating account in
Indian Banks as we didn’t speak Hindi. Accountant told us he couldn’t get us
open accounts despite three days of scouting different banks. However, after a
year, we picked up some Hindi. We found out we didn’t have problem creating accounts
in Indian Bank. Later, I realized that he had expected bribe.We were too
innocent to realize at that time. He also found out three other undergraduate
scholarships students from one of the government organizations. They were
neither poor nor have required marks for getting such award. Two were the
daughter of a prominent printing press owner in Bhutan and one liked to call
her father ex-Dasho. But they didn’t
explain what criteria for their scholarship were at that time. They even
confessed that one master scholarship was cancelled to make room for them as
there were only two initial slots. How true was their claims, he has never
investigated.
Health wise, he also
got greatest shock of his life in college when he found that he was paralyzed
in the sleep. After years of vigorous
physical exercise, he has improved now. After college, he wanted to compete in
Royal Civil Service Examinations but he found out that he had no means and
place to stay in Thimphu without burdening his distant relatives who had found
their own survival difficult. So he decided to look for other employment to
save enough money before sitting for RCSC examinations. After two months in
private firm, he was selected as Associate Producer in Public Broadcasting
Company. It was here an unplanned relationship made him a father. After two
years, he half-heatedly sat in his dream examination to see if he was still worth
called a graduate. He got selected to be trained as trainee officer. It was
also here that he tasted his first actual failure as he failed in a subject.
Now, he had clear that back paper and is placed as an officer in one of the
districts. Today he said, ‘I don’t have any plans for future. If I ever plan, I
will plan for my daughter. But I will live my life on my term.’
A nice retrospective write-up. Thoroughly enjoyed reading. At least you were able to understand some hindi words. I was totally blank ans even now i am not better than those days.
ReplyDeleteEvocative well written words.
ReplyDeleteI was born in 1985 too but compared to the what I just read about here I've lead a sheltered life. I've traveled to many countries and seen a lot of things, had my share of injustice and heartbreak but the hardships I've faced are infinitesimal in comparison.