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An Uninvited Hamlet Immigrant

Bhutan, the land of thunder dragon has witnessed itself undertake development at an incredible pace under the wise and dynamic leadership of His Majesty the fourth king, Druk Gyalpo Jigme Singye Wangchuk, the monarch of his people.

With the Ministry of Agriculture according the maximum thrust in mechanizing the farm, many sophisticated farm technologies has found its way to the Bhutan. The machines have now taken over the farm saddle from the animals. Today, instead of oxen pulling the plough, you will see that the power tillers have substituted them.

Despite such dynamism taking roots in the country, there are some parts in Zhemgang where developmental activities have hardly touched them. In such parts of the country inhabit the people who have never heard of about the advent of such farm technologies.

A 35 year old, Mr. Galang is a progressive businessman in Goshing. His commerce trip took him to other parts of the country. During one of his such trip, he encountered with the machines working in the field serving farmers execute the farm work more professionally and at faster velocity, thus cutting back labour, time, energy…. what more, you list them. From that instant, he made up the mind that he would one day drive one of them to his native village.

He went on hunting for ways and means to do so because it was far beyond reality to embark such weighty device crossing rivers and valleys where there are no road networks. But he remained adamant in making his wild daydream become factual.

Once finally, he grabbed the opportunity when he, out of the blue, came upon his associate, willing to put on the market his second hand power tiller. He negotiated the worth to finally procure it. But now, the challenge was how to reach it manually to the destination.

He availed the help of his hamlet mates to reach it with great exertion to the destination by dismantling the machine into pieces. And when it was all set to work, his hope dampened to find out that the geography of his land do not qualify to bring into play such technology which demands for little plainer than his land. For that reason, he switched it on to the transportation of the stones for BHU construction, which was the then at full swing. For the fuel, he bought it all the way from Gelephu and stored it enough to last till the new stock replaces

But to his bolt from the blue, people in the village started putting up scores of complaints in disagreement to the ‘monster’. The older folks opposed that it is too strident while some populace even vomited with the stinging exhaust of the power tiller. But among all, it is the kids who enjoyed ecstasy riding in it.

Eventually, as the ‘monster’ was put into its own purposes for which it is manufactured for, people realized that it infact is not actually a ‘monster’ but the docile servant of the farmers. People then learnt to coexist with such ‘uninvited hamlet immigrant’.

They now seem convinced that such technology is worth having. And who would believe to hear that some farmers are even preparing to buy one, given that it is a submissive servant of the people. One day, you will be surprised to see that once ‘uninvited hamlet immigrant’ has become something everyone must have.

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