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Just a wild thought. 

What if our RSTA does not fix taxi and bus fares? Because I think doing so limits competition, which is bad for the general public. Let the drivers decide. Who knows the rates might come down even below the ceiling fixed by the authority? And this is good for the people because then they will choice to ride the cabs that offer them the best prices. They can negotiate with the rates too.  

Instead can we control and fix house rents like taxi and bus fares? House rent fixation is solely left to the whims and fancies of the house owners unmonitored.   

This is something we need to ponder.

Comments

  1. Great point.
    I think the subject warrants discussion. For taxi and bus fares, competition would definitely reduce the price but house rent, NO.
    As suggested by you, I also second you that, government must intervene in the process of fixing the house rent. The rampant increase in house rent is slowly sucking the blood of those facing the music.

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  2. Blood suckers won't let that happen with their houses. I feel like killing the slow and painful deaths to all these blood suckers whoever they are.

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  3. Thanks Sangay and Anon...marked your points and noted your comments. Kadrinche for stopping by my blog.

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  4. u can never know... last July my friend ended up paying Nu.500 as a charge for her mattress for the bus plying frm Pling to Bumthang... Imagine the plight of poor farmers if the fares are left for the drivers to decide.
    Another incident that happened recently. I had to send some things to Tgang. upon reaching the bus stand the bus conductor asked for Nu.50 for that small bag (which was about 7 kgs). After having paid nu 50. the conductor took the bag and next moment the driver showed his face and shouted..."ask additional Nu.30 for the bag!" Such incidences makes me feel that the RSTA should also decide on the luggage fare coz we end up paying huge amount for a small cartoon or bags.... (just my thought)

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  5. Quite true, but the point is I am not trying to say we need not control the bus or taxi fares. I was hinting that we need similar rules with the house rents.
    Thanks for reading and yo madam, keep reading and blogging.

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  6. ohh the house rents :d higher than monthly income earned by probably 50% of the population. this figure is just a guess

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