Editorial
Had our leaders during the time of our 1990 peaceful movement been politically conscious and matured, we would not have fought the losing battle as a ramification of which we have been evicted from our small out-of-the-way land for good. Their worst and unpardonable actions did not end up in the deportation only it had further made us disperse across the world owing to which sword of Damocles has been hanging over our identity in diaspora for some time now. Mistakes made by a handful of persons in some period of our time broke many of us up into various parties and principles. In addition to this, some met their maker and got nothing in return; some died heroic death but their pluck was never sung; some died several times and are still impatiently and miserably waiting for the icy hands to caress them.
We have travelled a lot from our tiny country to the titanic world. By this time, we should have broadened our faculty of thought, seat of emotion and rational barn as an adage goes “Travel broadens………………………” Today we hear a lot about community organisations in the places of our resettlement. To be organised for common welfare is not at all appalling but into more than one group where one is as much as necessary is something malicious. There should not be anything left now to further divide us when we have been geographically split at least for an epoch if not for keeps.
By throwing limelight on the aforementioned sour perspectives, we want to arrest everyone’s attention to help ourselves not have partition among the literary workers. The Bhutanese literary history will deem it another weakness in our part if don’t move forward in the direction of promoting and preserving our literature. Going astray would even be more counterproductive. In other words, it will be our utter illiteracy to literarily crack. But if one hungers after becoming a pioneer of some literary group simply by throwing dust in the public eye, we run short of words. We have nothing to say if one believes more in words than actions. If one craves for labelling herself/himself with some title for selfish motives, we turn deaf ears to them. We know this for sure that daydreams are short-lived and the ones who have their heads in the clouds are never pragmatic and business-like. We don’t mean that Bhutaneseliterature. com is all in Bhutanese literature. We are doing something so as to bring together our creators and creations. We have been exercising in making the one and only literary body,Nepali Sahitya Parishad Bhutan, our leader in our movement with some timely and apt amendments. We never fail to express our high opinion to the volunteer service it has rendered for the development, preservation and promotion of our language and literature. If there is any body which excels us in the literary works, at the moment, we are ever ready to be under its refuge and guardianship in that we are desperately looking for our excellence and perfection not others’.
It goes without saying that we don’t have any laudable history of our literature, not even one veteran writer when we consider the spirit of contemporary letters and not to mention about the possession of literary pundits. We are not in the position to pronounce that we have literati either. To be honest, we are in the course of carving out trail of our letters. In this phase, if we compete, nobody wins. If s/he really does, we wonder who awards. Awards what? Competition, in its real sense, is held to draw a line among the contestants when their intellectual or terrestrial strength is abundant, far above the ground and different in negligible state only. This is carried out so as to classify their potency distinctly which gives a great satisfaction not only to the participants but also to the souls who know about the contest. Let’s not leave any room for our literary generations to come to stand for spitting on our face and curse us. We are all frail at this stage. So nothing is wiser than co-work. Quality literature is what we always underline and the quality lies hidden among quantity: all literature loving Bhutanese.
Editors