Image by ecstaticist via FlickrEven as deliberations continue ad infinitum on any number of issues, clauses and fractions, the one disturbing factor has been the blatant and blunt disregard of the roles each segment is supposed to play.
This is certainly not encouraging for the Bhutanese as a whole, for whatever is discussed in the two august houses of government affects each and every one of us.
The dereliction of the government as a ruling party that seeks to fulfill its own minimalist and maximalist ends through any means necessary, by the opposition and the upper house, does not bode well for a government that has the mandate of the people.
Conversely, the government’s granted supposition and presumption that whatever it does is for the ultimate good of planting the roots of a democracy on terra firma and the disregard thereabouts of the upper house, a house of honorary appointees from His Majesty the Druk Gyalpo and representatives that fought elections much as the ruling party did, to bring about what they see as their solemn role and duty as custodians of the apolitical sort. To belittle their status by calling them a ‘defacto opposition’ is sending out the wrong message.
The majority that voted, for both houses, did so on the grounds that in the end, common consensual agendas beneficial to the majority would prevail over vested little interests and fighting turf wars protecting one’s own.
A complete agreement or consensus on a varying degree of issues and subjects is nigh impossible but to let those differences become the very reason and not the process itself is mistaking the trees for the forests or the forests for the tress – whatever way you look at it, it does not bode well. Because if the two houses cannot work as a family, really, when the opposition seats swells one day, then one imagine the eternal lover’s triangle - with tragedy often the main theme of the film and the narrative. If we can picture that right now, then we should know better and try working out our differences instead of pointing fingers and casting labels and be party to a sad tragedy that was always avoidable.
It’s like that line from an obscure movie with a fine one liner: cast your vote, don’t vote your caste.