So We Leap Forward

My take on the recent 8 days long peaceful protest against our administration in exile, triggered off by the case of the ex-parliament speaker's termination from the post of Representative  in North America, as the chief of Tibet Office in Washington DC, could be said as unprecedented in the history of our democracy in exile. Really, it did shook those posers' tiny hearts, now serving as our executives and MPs. I have been here in France, where there is going to be a series of public demonstrations in the upcoming months, not like in any other countries but India, for their socio-personal welfare against the present government's proposed reform. Why we tend to shudder at such demonstrations? I think a spark leading to the wide expression of our resistance against any domination, manipulation or exploitation begins so. A democracy has to be vibrant so. The 8 days protest is for me like a psychologist taking me to studying our leaders' and voices' coloration and ado and fibs through our recent 10 days long parliament session, I mean besides the same 'blame-game', now something like one step off 'speech learning'.

Like for a writer who can't arouse anger, namely a paroxysm of such ugliness that sometimes teaches us something as an afterthought, is said as 'like a corpse', a democracy without such protests is like, for me, a flunkey. Why there aren't such protests happening in Nepal and Bhutan? In such a sense, we are leaping forward. Here where I am, you will find more shocking things to your way of seeing like hurling whisked eggs at or pouring down a packet of wheat flour on to such posers, namely leaders. As per my idea, the recent protest was too peaceful, sort of cast off from the real scene.

In essence, I am with the picketing, our pride. Don't try to misinterpret it. I am fed up with your ideal, soft whispers. I am fed up with those posers at the helms of our administration rigged up by the great grace of our only sun, His Holiness the Dalai Lama, now led by the snobbish charmer, liar.