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Change in work and the clothes I wear

I honestly want to divulge here that I've not been after the greener pasture albeit I'm presented with an opportunity to work in Capital city for that matter at the HQ of the parent Ministry. I know many – atleast those who know all about my professional background would have concluded the way I fear they'd have. This is because after serious and exhaustive contemplation, my change of workplace has even resulted in change of the major occupational group (MOG). And not necessarily hindsight of such change, it is also to do with clothes I wear.

"On the lighter side, all I needed to buy was the underwear and few other undergarments"

I was working with the Department of Forests & Park Services in one of its field offices spread across the Country. For the services I rendered, I was endowed with forest uniforms which includes cloth piece, jersey, jacket, shoe, beret cap and almost all that is needed to work in the hostile environment. On the lighter side, all I needed to buy was the underwear and few other undergarments. I mention this with my earnest gratitude to what I've received from the government.

"However, from my last eight years of its receipts, today I've not a single piece of fresh assortment"

I first became the beneficiary of such assortments in 2002 when after I completed my formal training was fully endorsed as one of the family in RNR sector. From then on, I've benefitted from such 'soelra' almost every year with its own modality of issues. However, from my last eight years of its receipts, today I've not a single piece of fresh assortment. This is vindictive of how judiciously I've used them.
Today, after my relocation to the information and communication wing of the Ministry, I am delisted by the benefactor. This is because I'm no longer under the lots that are entitled too. Is this regretful? Did I leave behind my belongings in pursuit of greener field?

"For sure writing is my in-born zest and a hobby I love indulging in, no matter what..."

It's almost a source of remorse when digging my wardrobe; I come across only number of ghos. It's even worst when I've to relearn how to wear gho, not that I do not know how to do it altogether but it has been last many years I wore one. But it's only justifiable to concentrate more on works than the clothes I wear. And for sure since writing is my in-born zest & enthusiasm, (I leave for readers to judge), I'm definitely having a gala time savouring it full time. This is because my current job entails running after people to interview and coming up with a report – close to saying I'm a reporter.

Not to forget that I'm one more contributor to already overfilling Memelakha landfill, polluter to already blanketed Thimphu atmosphere and addition of a family to already populated city.

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