Skip to main content

A Sweet Narrative Talk with Elated Educated farmer


SonamChoden made a worthy choice to get out of school and attend her farm

When a parent enrolls their child in school, their first advice usually is, “child, I want you to go to school so that you can become big Dasho in future and live comfortably”. But with change in time and with almost over many thousands of children in school and little more than thousand graduates completing their schools every year, how many jobs can government give? What is wrong with going back home and this is what Sonam Choden says.

The concern of the hour is the unemployment. With no job of their choice, youths are resorting to drugs and other social nuisance. But given the time to stop and think, our farms back home are getting fallow, the villages discarded and yes there is acute shortage of farm employment.

Sonam is a happy, educated and successful farmer in Shegoen in Chukha and she is a school dropout. She leads comfortable life with not much of worries. She is a boss and the subordinate herself. She attends her farm on her own will not necessarily from 9:00AM in the morning till 5:00PM in the evening. The 3 acres of land she owns an inheritance though gives her all basic needs. She cultivates red carrots and potatoes in it and every harvest time, she is most elated farmer. She lives in comfortable 2 storied typical Bhutanese house and owns good number of livestock. Her favourite Jatsam in lactation period gives her good milk and the products, her pig in the sty is rapidly gaining weight, she picks almost couple dozen of eggs from layer house. She earns good amount of money, eats quality food and wear decent clothes. Hence, she has no complains or regrets whatsoever.

Like any other kids, she had the option of completing her studies and serving the nation. “Serving nation do not necessarily mean working in civil service”, pointed out Sonam. She added that refraining from being the social nuisance rather working gainfully in the farm is an undefeated way of serving nation. And she has a point here.

Four years ago she left her school, when her parents and most importantly herself realized that she is more important to be home with her aging parent than in the school, she is content in her own standard. She is the only child born to her parents and if she says if opted otherwise, the land her parents own would have turned fallow and the house ruined. Hence, one day she found herself quitting the school and coming home for best possible cause.  

With no exception, she was sent to school. She did fairly well in studies in the ChapchaMiddle Secondary School. In 2004, she was studying in class X and when she was bogged down preparing for her board exam, there was a call from her parent, the call that will never come again, the call she could not refuse, the call asking her to come home and the call that decided her destiny. After serious contemplation she opted going home and surely did she headed home.

Soon, Tashi Lham and many other friends followed the suit. They are now content working afterall all works are works. At the end of the day is living comfortably. The green field almost glaring in the clear summer sun, with all the fields filled with leafy potatoes is any indication that Sonam more wanted at home than in the metropolis city. If her precious ‘phazhing’ is saved from discarding, Sonam Choden is the cause of all and she alone deserves the credit. 

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

A Long, long, long journey to Education

“Root of the education is bitter but the fruit is sweet” no one would know about it better than Kado. The fatigue of having to toddle to the school, fever of unending exams, the torture of having to burn the midnight oil, dozing in classes and the stern rigors are hard to endure, few even give up on the way but many endure it with utmost determination and commitment, because deep inside everyone knows it pays later. “Root of the education is bitter but the fruit is sweet” no one would know about it better than Kado Kado in the tender age of 12 is negotiating the lazily meandering footpath along the steep mountain. His school bag, full of books, pulls him back. His black naughty boy school shoe is all soiled, indication of how many times he has trudged that same footpath. He is on his way to the primary school in his village, almost 5 kilometers away. He has to make sure he is in the school before morning social work starts; else he gets penalized. Unlike the students who reside nearb

Defining Tsa-Wa-Sum in One’s own Perspective

If I am asked, I would boldly answer, “The Tsa-Wa-Sum is “Gyeb, Gyelkhab and Meser”, (King, Country and People). But not everyone knows about what tsa-wa-sum is. Hence, when the superior ask them, they are left to conceive their own tsa-wa-sum. Once a meeting was convened by the Dzongdag. In a large congregation of illiterate rural people, the Dzongdag thundered, “do you know what tsa-wa-sum is?” “Can anyone from the crowd tell me?” The crowd went to pin drop silence and no one seems ready to answer. Are they scared of Dasho or no one has the slightest idea what it is? Suddenly, a Ngalop man sitting in the last bench, for whom Dasho is hardly visible, stood up. With his head bowed low, he answers, “The three tsa-wa-sum are Ngalops, Sharchops and Lhotsampas”. “This is because they are the three race in Bhutan” Dasho went into bout of annoyance but before he fired the man, another Lhotsampa (Southern Bhutanese Man) supplemented, “the three tsa-wa-sum are Royal Bhutan Army (RBA) Royal B

Eternal Enemies

The Cats and Dogs are often adopted by the people in the metropolitan as pets. They go pretty good as pets since they are known to be endearing animals. Some set of folks have their paramount love and passion for these animals. But back in the village, these two creatures are mainly spared space in the home to shoulder their own responsibilities. For instance, the cat is entrusted with the job of dwindling or keeping at the sea bed, the number of rats referred to as naughty rodents in the village. And the dog cannot keep eating what the owner provides and sleep. At night, they have to escort the owners into the corn field and keep barking to keep away, the lurking night’s ambusher (deer, bears, porcupine, and wild pig etcetera). So, I see no overlapping of their right to food and duties. But, many might have surely taken the notice of these two four legged animal never tolerating each other’s presence. One fine day they meet but await a big confrontation. The sight of one another inv