Kwangchuk

"I’m sorry, but I don’t want to be an emperor. That’s not my business. I don’t want to rule or conquer anyone. I should like to help everyone - if possible - Jew, Gentile - black man - white. We all want to help one another. Human beings are like that. We want to live by each other’s happiness - not by each other’s misery. We don’t want to hate and despise one another. In this world there is room for everyone. And the good earth is rich and can provide for everyone. The way of life can be free and beautiful, but we have lost the way. Greed has poisoned men’s souls, has barricaded the world with hate, has goose-stepped us into misery and bloodshed. We have developed speed, but we have shut ourselves in. Machinery that gives abundance has left us in want. Our knowledge has made us cynical. Our cleverness, hard and unkind. We think too much and feel too little. More than machinery we need humanity. More than cleverness we need kindness and gentleness. Without these qualities, lif

Khina Maya Tamang, 45 She is from Dagapela and lives at Walakha ( 2.5 Kilometres away from Khuruthang Vegetable Market and the Public Toilet ). She has a child and earns around 6450/- per month and her last month's salary is yet to receive. She sweeps the entire vegetable market area and also looks after the only public toilet at Khuruthang. It almost takes a week for her to sweep the entire market. Sometimes she finds it unmanageable when vegetable vendors starts coming in for the weekend sale before Saturday.   Maintaining the only public toilet all by herself is also difficult. She can't help but helplessly watch as people come in and go out of the toilet. She watches them helplessly for she can speak no more than a word or two at a go for she suffers from speech impediment. Her ability to hear is also very low. Tears fills her eyes when she narrates how people as if like animals uses sticks and stones instead of water (for there is continuous flow of water in tap

Volunteering for #UrgentRun# The Bhutan Toilet Run was not as easy as it sounded. From scornful colleagues (When they heard about ‘cleaning toilets’) and my own tight teaching schedule made me really run. More apprehensive than that was not getting enough materials for the final #UrgentRun# which literarily made me run into shops seeking sponsors. Listens only half to what I explain to them, not exactly paying attention, call out their sales boy and give me a solitary brush and a water jug to wash the entire toilets of Punakha. Being my first experience in seeking sponsors, I knew not how to go about and where to start. After spending some time, I gathered my guts to approach no matter what the eyes and ears around me think. I stepped into shops asking for material donations. The experience was my worst nightmare. My expectation of their reaction to our cause did not justify as a human being. How should I describe the experience? Shameful? Disgraceful? Awful? Appaling? Disrespectful?