I have always believed that ‘what fragrances are to roses, making aplenty promises are to politicians’. Strangely one need not commit anything to become one. By virtue of being human, I think, we are all born politicians; We are divine promise making machine.
I don’t know to what end and for what, but of late I think I have become a promise maker like politician. It all started when I promised to buy goggles for my wife. With that, I even promised to take her for driving classes. After that it was for my daughters. I promised all three of them a very special birthday gift. I even promised to buy a small nokia phone for my mother-in-law.
Last month I took my father and mother for a shopping in Sunday market. My father was still in a state of recovering from his illness. On seeing a pair of beautiful drum, he appeared engrossed. He said he wanted to buy those drums. But sadly neither of us had enough money to buy both. So I promised to buy him the drums after few months.
Recently, I was in Thimphu at my father-in-law’s place. Since I stay In Woochu, we discussed extensively on the best quality tools including knife, sickle, spade that we get from there. And traditionally Wochu is a place known for legendry blacksmiths who were once known for the production of quality local tools. He told me about a serious requirement of a pair of sickles with ling handle back home for grass and bush cutting in summer. Without even thinking much, I promised him a pair of long handle sickle from Woochu.
The last promise I made was the most recent one. But however it was nothing new. It is indeed a promise I made long before I even got my job. I promised my father and mother that I will become a very responsible man in my life. After I become one I even promised to come home and acknowledge them in a grand manner.
Yesterday, my sister called and enquired about the well being of my family. I told her that we are all doing well. In return I asked her about her whereabouts and her well being too. She said she is looking after our yaks in the mountains of Shingkhar. She said she is alone most of the time so I told her to take good care of herself.
Before, I put off the phone; I asked her if she needed anything from Paro. She said “nothing”. But she said she wanted to discuss one thing with me. It was about her plan and dream of making one of her son become monk. I felt elated about her divine wish.
I told her that’s a very sublime plan and I assured my support for her and her son. I even told her that I will take the full responsibility of renovating our Chhoshom. Not only that I promised her to replace all the old statues with new imported ones from Nepal. She sounded very happy and put off the phone.