The
true face of poverty
Tanden
Zangmo
If anyone in the Country understands what poverty is,
it is the family living in a ramshackle hut in the far corner of the country. A
family that finds solace in a temporary structure just bare enough to shield
them from the nature’s wrath.
The roof made of banana leaves can hardly drain heavy
shower in summer, resulting in rain water infiltrating right inside the house.
The bamboo mat railing of the house does any better job. The cold in winter
seeps directly inside from the wide holes in the railings as well as the bamboo
floor. But this is the best the family can afford to build.
If they have had first meal of the day that too very
hardly, they are oblivious from where would the next meal come from. The ration
stock in the small granary has run out long time back and remains empty. There
is not a single grain coming out from the granary.
It is the toughest time for the mother when all she
can do is stay watching at the pots with her children. The children nag her for
food, but their only hope is their father who went out to borrow few kilograms
of grains from the neighbor. If only he is lucky.
The fields remain barren hardly bearing anything. The
soil is infertile that no matter how much they toil, very little can be reaped.
What little they can grow is constantly ravaged by wild animals. Their home
located on the lap of towering mountain with thick forest right in the fringes
of their field provides perfect hideout for the wild animals. They attack the
field in every opportunity and by the time they harvest, there is only little
yield.
The harvest last only for few months and they get
drowned again in the poverty. They could save very little crops from the wild
animals with even with so much hardship. Whole season of sleepless night,
guarding the field was what they did the whole season. If not, not even a
single corn of the maize can be harvested.
Hence, buried deep in the poverty, this is no other choice for the family
but survives against all such odds.
This is the plight of a family in a remote village in
Mongar, a part of the country, so far flung that it takes ages for the
development to take place. Surplus is a word they have never heard of when even
subsistence is rare thing. The world to them is what is within the four
mountains and beyond is only the space.
Bhutan developed so much just in few decades, which
other countries have taken a century. With planned development having started
only from 1960s, many communities were brought onboard and benefitted immensely
from the developmental activities. The government aggressively pursued and took
poverty eradication head on. But, there is no denying that there is lot many to
reach out.
The figures are
comforting when it reflects that, the poverty rate has been halved from 23% to
12% in last few years. For an educated lot, it is a big achievement. They can relate the numbers to so many people
freed from the poverty. But the family in the remote Mongar, they know nothing
about the figure. Even if they can, they care least. What they care most is, how
will they get to eat the next meal.