I’m not a misogynist; nor am I a macho man. My marital status is not a testimony to either. I am a New Man. I take pride in the fact that I am a citizen of a nation where gender equality is not much of a talking point for good reason. (more…)
I recall reading in Kuensel a few months back about a female civil employee’s decision to walk to office as she found it too disturbing to drive around. Nothing could be closer to this. With time I am getting perfectly rounded in my conviction that there are certain things that we Bhutanese simply cannot be trusted with, and getting behind the wheels is one that invariably tops my list. If our driving ethics (if there is anything ethical about it in the first place!) is any indication of our inner selves, we are a doomed lot - short of the basic rudiments of a civilized order!
Today gender equality is an occasional talking point everywhere. There are women’s movements, and the thrust of all women’s movements is female emancipation. Feminism is heartening. Both genders like to talk about gender equality – one gender feels there is, the other feels there isn’t. But something is seriously amiss. I think we talk a lot about the shell and totally forget about the kernel. I do not know for sure if we actually forget or simply do not want to talk about the kernel. (more…)
The night was cold and windy. Everybody was in blissful oblivion of deep slumber except for 16- year- old Thinley who tossed and turned in a vain attempt to sleep. He could hear the wind whistling through the leaves of the massive peach tree in front of his dilapidated mansion. In the lulls between the gusts, he could hear the leaves drop from the oak trees on that mid-November night in Bumthang. Somewhere in the night an owl hooted.
