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Like finding grain in the stack of hay

Ever tried looking a single grain inside that giant heap of hay? I personally cannot imagine even thinking of the job. I would rather opt to dig a whole field than doing that. Finding rental apartments in Thimphu is no better.


Climb to the strategic point of the capital city and scan the horizon, you’ll see that the city is the concrete jungle. The buildings of different makes and models remain crammed within the permitted space of the area. Going by such deceptive look of the town, any first timers would think there are enough space for people of whole Bhutan. Bhutan has a mere population of the little less than 700,000.

But the reality in Thimphu is much harsher than it looks. A decent roof over head to shield from sun and rain is every human’s necessity. I would choose pitching a tent or putting up in a temporary makeshift if permitted by the nature’s law. But there is not much of choice offered around.

Thimphu is gateway to bliss. Is it? With my coming to Thimphu on transfer, the first thing that worried me to death is a decent apartment for a rent. For last many days, I’ve been trying to look for a shelter and I still cannot claim I’ve won the war. From Babesa in the South to Dechenchling in the north, I more of wasted my car fuel than being able to find a place.

Those apartments in proximity charges exorbitant rents irrespective of the quality while those further away are still not free of limitations. I’ve tried my hand with those around in the proximity but if I’ve to invest everything for rental, what is left for feeding? Those offering a negotiable one are hardly habitable. I won’t deny divulging that houses located beyond the municipal jurisdiction are offering better apartments for cheaper rents. But what about the expenditures that will incur for car fuels? Do I’ve to do an economical analysis here?

Why didn’t my great grandfather own a land here. Why can’t you carry your own home like tortoise does? Why does government do nothing with sky rocketing rents? Why is tenancy act merely collecting dusts than getting implemented? Whatever, fact is, Finding apartment in Thimphu is looking for a grain inside the heap of hay. I don’t know if I will succeed to find one?

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