A week or two after we squeezed in into a friend’s dwelling here, a friend lost all his valuables – thousands of dollars, laptop, passport, external drive and even the pair of jeans that he had neatly kept on the table next to his bed that night. A lot of aboriginals live in the locality and it went without saying who caused our friend’s loss and the numerous headaches thereafter.


Aboriginals, they say, are the original dwellers of Australia until the whites took over. Before my trip here, I was warned about them. Obviously there have been incidences of having Bhutanese having to face them only to be at the losing end of the tug war. A woman’s earrings were tugged at or a man threatened to the worst case of getting raped in a place just above where I live. They are everywhere – in the buses and trains, in the city or in the suburbs – begging for a change and reeking of alcohol if not drugged and looking like delirious ancient pieces that had gathered dust and grime over the centuries. There was only one advice to stay safe from them – don’t look them in the eye! If you do, you have them pouncing on you like a menacing bull dog with the intention of ripping your innards.

It was unbelievable that not one or two but the whole population of these aboriginals were being the atrociously eejit types that when they celebrated the Australian National Day, the real Aussies went and broke into decent homes through the front doors and backyards. They are hardly spotted at workplaces or in the schools and universities or any other decent places where the normal ones go to.

What had become of them?

A friend of a friend settled here was the first person I have seen to deeply sympathise with the aboriginals. He showed us a documentary – a version of the aboriginals to what would be our Gasa Lamai Singye and Chang Gi Bum Galem. It reveals a bit of the history where aboriginal dwellings were used as bomb test sites and two love birds among the aboriginals flee to the bushes, emerging only years later looking like monkeys without fur. There was more to the story than the apparent and beyond my mentioning here. They were evidently on the verge of being wiped out from the face of earth.

They are given monthly allowances and a place to live. No one needs to toil hard for sustenance. And thus, no one is of service either. It makes a bystander like me want to dig into history – but then what is the real history in print if not polished, magnified or distorted? Real history has to come from the ones who have seen it, maybe even felt it.

In one of the events, a man who introduced himself as Eric, an aboriginal leader of sorts said to us that the first thing that an outsider probably must feel at the sight of the aboriginals must be disgust. Eric also said something in the end that touched me deeply - that they have seen a bit too much in life to hope for anything.

How must it be to be drained of hope, to be able to exist and not live? Hope – the one thing that brings out the best in people and makes them invent, create, survive and be different from all other things that merely breathe! How does one live without hope?

5 Responses
  1. Langa Tenzin Says:

    A nice post but sad to know of what had happened. Finally you have come with a post. I thought you left blogging. I like your writings and always look forward to read one anytime. So keep blogging!


  2. Anonymous Says:

    Hi Kinga,
    It is great to see you write again.

    It is always the case with indigenous people. Look at our own Lhops, Red Indians in the US etc. The invading cultures have somehow been more dynamic than that of the aboriginals' which have remained stagnant and uncompromising to the changing times and needs. It is sad but people without an adaptive spirit has no choice but to remain at the baseline or at the fringes.

    Once again, great to have you back. I hope you are now out of your creative blind spot that you seem to have hit in recent times :)


  3. Kinga Choden Says:

    Hi Langa,

    Thank you very much..I think I am too young to abandon my blog! LOL

    Hi Anon,
    Thanks...I couldn't agree more with you...and yeah, the blind spots often turn out to be a great sponge and it becomes almost difficult to bounce back :P


  4. Langa Tenzin Says:

    Yeah, you are too young and more than that too precious a blogger to leave blogging world because people like we have a lot to learn from bloggers like you. So keep blogging for our sake even if not for you, how selfish? :P


  5. Kinga Choden Says:

    hahaha...Langa, my nose just flew out the window! But seriously, thanks and you keep writing too! :)


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