The article below was written for my maiden column for Business Bhutan, published in yesterday's issue.

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First, it was the freedom of speech – to opinionate freely in any public forum or media. Now, the issue seems to have elongated into the principle of net neutrality. The whole world is debating on this issue but here in Bhutan, as in almost all other cases, perhaps this too will arrive at the pace of a sloth. By the time BICMA takes rebirth and open its eyes, this issue would be served up to them on a plate. It is just a matter of time really.

Have you ever had moment when you look at somebody furiously raging at you and all you do is mute your giggle because you think the person looks so funny in anger?

Well, I was trying to combat my grogginess from a drink, OK maybe two that I treated myself for a long day yesterday and in barges a furious lady, almost lunging at me this morning. She goes on and on about how loyal to the service she has been and how betrayed she is by our lapses. I open my mouth to explain that there are no actual lapses that she mistakenly believes so but all she lets me do is allow my lips to firm an O as she goes on and about.

I have a handful of siblings none of whom resemble each other, not even our parents, almost as if we are all genetic islands. Anyone who sees us together would drop their jaws askance at our physical differences. I feel as if they squint their eyes harder and look for some sort of similarities once the introductions are made and before you ask me, I will confirm that we all share our father’s blood group and no Sirs, no neighbour's evil gaze befell our home.

Keeping the oddity of our family case aside, I am often baffled by siblings who are the exact double of the other. I have had funny incidences with a set of twins that I gave up dealing with them. The miracle of DNA fortunately makes this phenomenon easy to understand.

My jaws were hurting from all the anxiety and stress held in there throughout the game and boy, was that a victory well deserved! I jumped, screamed and rolled in between, all by myself whilst watching yesterday’s world cup qualifier game between Sri Lanka and Bhutan. Whatever reactions I must have expressed certainly had a suiting remark from my daughter who looked up at me in the end and said “Mommy, are you a boy?” that had me think for a moment if that was the line I would have normally used on her.