However, this tranquil morning took an unexpected turn as my phone rang, bearing an unfamiliar number. Intrigued, I answered the call only to find the principal of Tsaling Community School on the other end. This esteemed institution was my apprentice stomping ground. The principal extended an impromptu invitation for me to assume the role of chief guest at the school's elaborate celebrations that day. This unforeseen request stemmed from an unforeseen emergency, causing the original guest of honor to withdraw. Understanding that I was a familiar presence and fitting substitute, I hesitantly agreed to step into this prestigious role, all while being conscious of the fleeting time.
Upon arriving at the school premises, a lively scene greeted my eyes – students, parents, and faculty members had gathered, forming a vibrant tableau on the modest grounds. The principal, along with a few teachers, extended warm greetings, underscoring the camaraderie that marked the academic community. Together, we proceeded towards the designated celebration area. Following a harmonious rendition of the national anthem, I had the honor of raising the national flag – a symbolic act of unity and loyalty.
While the expectation was that I would deliver a prepared speech, circumstances found me unprepared in that regard. Yet, I adroitly adapted, weaving a spontaneous narrative drawn from my personal experiences. Addressing the distinguished principal, esteemed educators, parents, and beloved students, I expressed an overwhelming sense of privilege and honor in being present on such a significant occasion. With sincere gratitude, I acknowledged the warm reception extended to me, as we collectively paid homage to the Fourth King's 60th birth anniversary. In the spirit of this auspicious day, my words resonated with a fervent aspiration for prosperity under the benevolent reign of our monarch.
In the course of my address, I ventured to share an intimate vignette from my life, an anecdote that mirrored the transformative power of the King's benevolence. In my formative years, I had witnessed the influx of non-national workers into our region, drawn by opportunities in construction and other endeavors. These individuals, primarily from Assam, India, gradually became integral to our community. The gradual integration and mutual exchange of language and culture were emblematic of the rich tapestry of coexistence. Their stories of seeking a better life in our land while leaving their own behind left an indelible mark on me.
Against this backdrop, the tale of our local orange trade unfolded – a livelihood that connected us with the bustling market of Nganglam. However, this journey was not without its perils, as criminal activities along the route cast a shadow on our lives. I recounted a disturbing incident involving truck robberies, marking the incursion of mischief along our borders. The increasing presence of these elements heralded more sinister events, which I chronicled on my blog, www.kingyen.blogspot.com, providing an avenue for further exploration.
As my narrative evolved, I transitioned to the darker chapters of my region's history, recounting the harrowing infiltration of terrorists from ALFA and BODO groups. Their presence had plunged our lives into turmoil, compelling us to face a stark reality that disrupted the daily rhythm of our existence. Their menacing actions left an indelible scar, the memory of which still reverberates. These events culminated in the tragic loss of young lives, including a dear friend's, reminding us of the gravity of the situation. Amidst this turmoil, a beacon of hope emerged – our Fourth King, a figure of solace, whose sacrifice and empathy encapsulated the spirit of a true leader. His intervention and relentless efforts underscored the lengths to which he would go for his people.
On this sacred occasion of the Fourth King's 60th birth anniversary, I extend profound gratitude on behalf of our community. His unwavering courage and leadership have lifted us from despair to prosperity, nurturing an environment where industries flourish, educational opportunities abound, and lives are enriched. Today, as we join hands in celebration, let us echo the rallying cry of "Pelden Drukpa Gyello" with unwavering pride.
The dream-like narrative I shared was a testament to the impact of the Fourth King's reign, a testament that culminated as my hand instinctively lifted in the heat of the moment. Yet, it was not a flag but my blanket that yielded to my grasp. The dream had ended, and it was time to embrace reality, as I prepared to partake in the actual festivities at the Bhutanese embassy in Bangkok.
