Painting 'em red since time - Doma

If there should be such a thing  as inspiration, 'to paint the town red' - literally! the betel-nut-chewing, and red-lime-spitting  Bhutanese citizenry should stand out as sample numero uno,  in a class that is all apart and on its own.

Proof of statement:

Should you Take a short walk around town anywhere, take following observations into account. >There is not a single  white wall that has maintained its virgin whitewashed look. >Every inanimate structure comfortably offers a surface for these gut-spewing, red-painting mouths and fingers.

And so, they stand... highly conspicuous and, very noticeably arranged in an inglorious collage of red and white lime-smears.

Members of this unnamed group of willful civic law-breaking mouths, and fingers have painted and tainted surroundings for generations, since then and, even now.

Regular and everyday members of this Doma-eating clan go on to even attribute these behavior as part of the great Bhutanese philosophy of Gross National Happiness (GNH).

Well, can't say much on 'national' or 'happiness' but state-of-affairs are sure very gross in this matter. In fact undeniably and downright gross.

A logically-derived explanation among these clansmen and women, it goes like this:

"Culture is one of the main elements of GNH, eating Doma and offering it to people is part of the culture."

This bit is true... it is, customary practice and a Bhutanese tradition of old etc.

The righteous expression is however subject to behavioral patterns of every human mind, that take after individual  grooming patterns, incidents witnessed, moral lessons learned through small or long time-periods under individual capacity of intellect and discretion.

Anyway, and regardless of longstanding civic laws or general  civilized conduct, it is the express belief among the many avatars of doma eaters that spitting comes from eating, same goes for smearing lime on flagpoles, walls, windows, trash bins, electric poles, circuit boxes and every other visible structure.

And yes, all this traces back to culture for them (hyperbole).

Well, if logic was the only thing to be considered, the argument pretty much stands the grounds for all kinds of kudos. 

But it is unfortunately NOT (thank god!)

Oh! and how can you forget the divine side of explanations to this glorious indulgence of things.

Popular Word on the streets, which has been the word around the villages, the country and among all the doma-paney (betel-nut and leaf) enthusiasts of this nation has its roots in a story of how the 8th Century Buddhist saint Padmasambhava invented, or conjured (since he is supernatural) the culture of Doma.

It goes something like this:

The supposedly barbaric and some even cannibalistic (according to some legends) civilization of then was offered the betel-nuts as substitute for bones, the green betel-leaf served as a replacement for skin and the red lime generated as a combo is blood-red-blood.

Tall tales??? Believe it, not believe it, believe it anyway...

But you must agree,... they sure make for brilliant conversation spice. What counts (seemingly) is, so long as mouths are red, streets are white&red and business is good, Doma all the way!!!.