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Bhutan's future gunning citizens

It's been a long time since I last updated this blog.  But don't worry I have been thinking about it for a long time now. I just have had no time available at my disposal to post things as I am used to in the past. And added to this was the fact that blogspot.com was blocked on our network. It has not been long since the site was unblocked for us. 

It is good that they did. Otherwise it was morally discouraging for me. Now my words are already failing me. This powerful mental and writer's block is killing me.  But I am determined to keep it going. And what I saw at Paro Tsechu forced to write this post. It is nothing big.

But I was just wondering, if we have youth who are fascinated by guns and bloody wars, what will happen to this Buddhist country?  Sometimes I think our country is safe in the hands because our young children are getting the taste of guns and hitting people in their heads and ears, chasing someone around with guns until he catches his opponent to shoot him dead. It is not parents' faults I know. But then whose is it? 

I don't know what tourists might have felt about the scene but I was both alarmed and shocked. I have never seen children play with plastic guns with that vigor and energy. Paro Tshechu was a unique experience.Thank God they did not allow children carry them in the Tshechu ground. Well, let's say not openly. But these children kept on shooting.

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