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Bend it like a bamboo


Today a disturbing piece of news featured in Kuensel. It surely created outcry in Bhutanese residing in the Land of Gross National Happiness. With passing of the latest judgment by Paro Dzongkhag Court on tobacco-related case, wherein two army officials and a Druk Air engineer were granted one year bail. They had to pay Nu. 36,000 to excuse themselves from being locked up for a year. Well, it is an act of compassion rendered to three accused. This is what we need in a Buddhist country. And finally a different interpretation by Paro Court gives us hope of emancipation for the remaining ones painfully waiting – probably this would help us re-look at our judicial approach.

But we can only wonder what Sonam Tshering in particular has done in his past lives to deserve being the first victim of the Act. But now really I am worried – extremely worried if Sonam Tshering and 20 others would forgive us all. We have bent justice like a sali bamboo. (Sali bamboos are used in making traditional bows)

The stage is set now. And a new tobacco drama is being enacted. Have patience, people. Let the story unfold. 


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  1. Bend it like Beckham sa lab dray noie...ha ha ha, there are many disturbing things happening in our country, and if you are a concerned citizen then you are bound to be frustrated. But there are more others who don't care, which makes it sadder...yes "Let the story unfold"

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  2. Hey don't forget the Officer has been court martialled...a punishment meted out to the worst of service personnels...That is a very big punishment for a few sticks...

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