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We believe that when a person dies his soul has to revisit all the places he had been to when he was alive. My mother told me that the dead person’s soul has to collect all the footsteps in all the places he had visited. Now isn’t that belief wonderful? Many of us in Bhutan may not have to go far to collect our footsteps unlike high officials. How many footsteps will they have to gather from USA, Europe and Australia? Some of us of course might have left a few footprints in Jaigaon, India.

But sometimes I wonder what if we cannot collect all the footprints in a given deadline? What if some of us have not much to gather? The point is some people would have recorded far more places in their office record than they might have actually visited. In such cases, what will the mighty Lord of the Dead tell them?

And there are some of us who have actually travelled far although some high officials think they are not worth recording in the book of accounts. What the Lord would tell us is pretty clear. But that’s not fair - because we will have to gather much more footprints than it was recorded.

I don’t know what to say.

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  1. PaSsuSeptember 17, 2009 at 12:59 AM

    "many a truth are spoken in jest" Mark twain, I hope he really said that, anyway, you are becoming something like him, How wonderfully you have merged the two subjects into a big serious joke. Loved you pieces so much,more by the day...keep going man....

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