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A man in thirties who still Crawls like six month old baby

All are not born equal. It is rightly said that being even able to be born as human is like a blind tortoise hitting the hole of the yoke in floating ocean, a tortoise that emerges once to the surface in million years. And sometime that too happens to be one bad hit.


This is about the man who is in late thirties yet crawling like a few months old baby. Goshing, is a fairly remote place, a day walk from Panbang in Zhemgang. In the heart of the village is a family who’s first born came out surprisingly as a handicapped boy. In the words of his parents, he was born in a hut which served as farm guard house. In one summer night, the couple was out in the field guarding their field from the wild animals. Amongst the shouting and cries to drive out the attackers, a couple gave birth to a baby boy who turned out to be abnormal.

He grew up like any normal boy. But he didn’t stand up the time he was of the age to walk and he didn’t even attempt to utter the word to learn to speak. However, his parents devoted top priority to his upbringing even at the cost of their farming duties. They stayed at home to spoon-feed and raise him with utmost love and care at the cost of their acute labour shortage.

Now, the child has grown to be a young man of 30 or so and though his hair and beards are greying, he still crawls like six months old baby. Incredible to tell, this disabled person is locally acknowledged to be a reincarnation. He is the village oracle who is able to predict phenomena like drought & crop failure. People come from far & wide to consult him in the event of illness and ill fortune.

Dorji Phuntsho, now a teacher at Sinchula Primary School in Chhukha shares his personal experience he had of his prowess. He said, “After my Class XII exams and immediately prior to my teacher interview, I’d approached him for astrological forecast of my prospects. He assured me that I’d succeed in my examination and qualify for selection”. And he was right on both counts. He became believer.

On one account of his prowess, his grandfather and a neighbour happened to have picked up quarrel over the theft of a knife with the former accusing the latter of the misdeed. They were nearly exploding to blows when the physically challenged intervened. He admitted his grandfather that he was committing a sin by falsely accusing an innocent man. He went on to tell him that the knife had fallen from his hemchu after work and was presently lying in a drain just below the house. When the man checked, he found the knife. Many such tales abound his prowess. Small wonder the local people treats him like a Lama.

Ap Hadala, the father to whom he was born said, “from the time he was born we had a good harvest. We never had to endure the famine and starvation which we used to confront before. He is more of a asset to the family than the burden”.

Now many people in the village pay respect and revere him more as a lama. “Whenever I fall sick, it is to him I go to seek help first”, said a villager who is on his way to pay him a visit. Ap Tashi from Limapong village said that the words of his power have spread and people from many other villages visits to pay respect and seek his help.

He receives many parcels from the civil servant believers. One parcel he was presented included clothing monetary and a radio by one civil servant who happened to visit him and believed what he predicted of him.
He still crawls but now ordained in the monks robe, he really looks like the genuine reincarnation of someone elite person. He is an asset to the village than the burden.

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