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Reason for anxiety

Kuensel dated October 7, 2009 reports a case of daylight robbery at Phuentsholing where 5 armed men who seemingly were from across the border robbed. It seems the residents have responded to a knock and opened the door, which any polite Bhutanese would do. Thank, Buddha the lives of residents were spared although they had to part with Nu.8,000.

But how safe are we? How is safe is Phuentsholing? And how safe is Bhutan? I am scared. The moment I read the news fear bore holes in my bones. It should scare and worry any sane people living in the vicinity. Why? Because the moment you open your doors, you really don’t know whether it would be your friends or fully armed men. To open or not to open our doors is the question.

Kuensel finds that the house had “no door chain or peephole” as the police recommend. Maybe the City Corporation should take this as excuse to insist all houses in the locality to have such provisions. But again, how many of us remember to use them even if we have them? Our involuntary muscles force our hands to the doorknob the moment there is a knock. We are used to being safe.

It is sad I know, but it is happening in Bhutan.




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  1. You do have a reason to worry if you are in Phuentsholing but let's hope for the best. Let's hope that was the last time and it won't happen again.

    one wonders what's the world coming to. so many problems everywhere.

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