Whether to take it or leave it, My Indecisiveness
I am into my eighth year of service and nature of my job is to serve the people in the remotest corners of the Country. In the history of my job, I have been to the place where for the native there, I have been the first civil servant, for that matter government representative in their locality. Imagine how far such place could have been. However, I have served with determination and commitments forgoing all my own comforts and realities of life.
With not much to do in such secluded place, reading of all sorts became my companion. If there is anything, reading was the only sensible source of entertainment. There was no choice of book, anything printed with alphabets served the purpose. Television, Radio, Telephone, Cars and cable would be few times experience in a year when visit has to be made to report to the Dzongkhag headquarters virtually to report that I am still alive. For most of the year round, the path through the impenetrable jungles, swelling rivers and high mountains would remain blocked.
Even during such rare visits, my luggage back home would be predominantly of newspapers, magazines, Novels, books and anything I can lay my hand upon. I read them over and again literally like a monk would read his prayer books just for the sake. The rations were an option when I can manage from any villagers with myself being the one and only family member. The regular visits at the household level stocked me enough when the native out of their sheer humility would present me with whatever they grew. In return I left them soelra, in the gratitude. We literally co-survived in such environment.
Unknown to me, my voracious reading helped me hone my writing skill. Day in day out, the habit rewarded me with increasing vocabularies. Although I had just the basic of the language during my educational period, I developed a good command over the language solely due to my reading through the lines. Atleast among the peers of my standard, I outshone each of them.
I still continue reading since I have learnt the lesson that it has rewards and moreso I am still in one remote gewog. But for these time around, I atleast have the access to GPRS, a B-mobile internet facility. I also utilized such proficiency of mine to the best benefit when combined with my regular job, I offered service out of box. I kept on continuously contributing all field news to the web and print media of the ministry I work. My proficiency came to limelight and I am now being offered the permanent job there. I would be then based in Information and Communication wing of the Ministry which my job primarily be of writing journals which fits my passion like a round peg in round hole.
Now it is like a morsel of quality food dropped in front of stray dog. How can he ensure it is not poisoned? Is it worth relishing the morsel? Can stray dog be able to digest such quality food since he has never eaten it? Similarly, it is an opportunity for me to work in Capital, the dream workplace for every one. But will I be able to survive there, only because I have been in the remote for so long? Will I be able to cope up with
Darn, I have more questions than the answers. But as an old Bhutanese adage goes, “discuss with other, decide yourself”.