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‘Who is re­lated to whom in this world, every crea­ture is born alone and he dies alone’ a very com­mon Bhutanese maxim reads. Re­la­tion how­ever in­ti­mate and close it may be, ev­ery­thing and ev­ery­one is lev­eled at the cre­ma­to­rium. Death may be un­timely but it is ul­ti­mate. For­get­ting what­ever one achieved and ac­cu­mu­lated in one’s liv­ing mo­ments is in­signif­i­cant when time for de­par­ture has come and when god’s will be done.

Now you may won­der, a sup­posed blog­ger preach­ing about death. As ob­vi­ous as it may seem I am be­gin­ning to think about what peo­ple do one of th­ese days, se­ri­ously on peo­ple be­ing very in­so­lent. I was on a week­end veg­gie hunt­ing at the farm­ers mar­ket and af­ter I got some, back in my small car I was wait­ing for the fa­mil­iar park­ing fee col­lec­tor. He is a boy with hu­mil­ity as I have known him for the last three years or so. Be­fore he could col­lect Nu: 15/- from the car be­fore me, I saw him ridiculed by the driver who was may be too proud to park his shiny Toy­ota Prado. He al­most punched him on the face and later threw Nu:15/- on the road and sped off.

Walk­ing to­wards me and af­ter grab­bing my charges, I asked him, “Gachi Bayee Nochu”, “Kho sir ghi hema park chapchi, ganta chi Yasi”, Teru ray mee­tay sa lap mey”. Shob chab mey” - (What’s wrong! He parked even be­fore sir came and left the car for an hour. He is un­will­ing to pay, He’s ly­ing). The Prado owed more than just 15 bucks. I felt sorry for the boy and handed an­other ex­tra ten to my charges to which he smil­ingly said, “Kadrinchey”.

On my way back home, I was think­ing hard to con­nect his Prado to a mea­ger charge of Nu:15/-. What would have gone wrong if he paid the charges? What would he pay if his Prado suc­cumbs to an ac­ci­dent? And many more ques­tions un­til I re­al­ized who am I to worry so much on the cruel be­hav­ior of an ill-man­nered wealthy. Af­ter all, he shall die, the park­ing fee boy’s time will come and my time also will be done. Con­sid­er­ing death as an ul­ti­mate equal­izer, there’s no time to be so in­so­lent and proud of one’s ma­chine which also comes with an ex­piry date. Be­ing hu­mane mat­ters! Re­mem­ber my tryst at the CFM, Thim­phu. Please be hum­ble! I know you will and yes have a nice day. A food for thought per­haps to tickle your con­scious­ness…

“Death is not the great­est loss in life; the great­est loss is what dies in­side us while we live”

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