Five-Fifty Forum, 2019

Sikyong's Kennedy's speech like but imploring way of voicing 'don't ask what CTA can do for you, but, rather, say what you can do for the sustenance of Tibetan struggle by doing what you can for CTA' is timely, if not late, despite being prevaricating in some way as always for this trait of not welcoming any critiques but all praise. Yes, it's timely, for I've come across such niggard Tibetans here in France not paying their GB dues saying 'I will send it to India to be done there, cheaper.' But there are those so prodigal in spending hundreds or thousands in euros in betting games so rife here, at those muggy, musty bars and cafes known as Tabac. And about the importance of Tibetan language and preserving our cultural values, I can see how Tibetans squander their time, when off the chore of a treadmill, by idling it away for any divertissements at hand, be it at a park for a round of playing cards, at Stalingrad, or any such trifles. Sadly, there are those I've come across who had some schooling to college in India: leave aside in Tibetan but so variable in English. So, as my own notion, I can consider a Tibetan being invariable in a certain alien language not being able to write in Tibetan. And as of our cultural values, I wonder even one out of those I've come across has ever taken notice of how his or her ever experience of a paroxysm, like anger or fear, is shot through, namely having this mindfulness of observing it in real time in some way so far, to get to the root of it and its ground. 

Come on, I know myself the best

Being gripped by my own folly of taking it as there as per my own projection, I've, as a troubling afterthought, missed such a thing, like not being able to keep up with elevating, despite being so ephemeral, his or her mood just by the cost of my being able to mouth some favourable wordings, like "You're intelligent. You're smart. You've done it smartly. You look great. It happens, but you're great. I appreciate your way of thinking on how life should be spent. Wish you're going to have a great vacation." Dealing with the present sensitivity, the norm of the need of delicacy, is more or less like my tryst with playing myself off with the urge of my vulgar instinct, namely our basic instinct you know so well, this tethering myself to, so much of this carnal urge marked by the attachment to the opposite genital, the pivot that embodies all other sensual indulgences. I don't want to lie to myself. I want to break it down naked, the way my most cruel punishment meted out to its luring, clever encroachment on my mental stability. Both could be termed 'delicacy', given their life-energy counts just on this mindfulness, and that leads to a long story of self-discipline... Setting against it, having a timely sang-froid is rather bulky rather than being lissome.   

Hong Kong Protest: The Ongoing Revolution in Action

I wonder what could be the rudder behind the Hong Kong's colossal picketing against the presented reason as 'extradition bill', namely against The Party in Beijing, such prodigious union with such grand common interest, and that on their own soil, despite enjoying the so called 'one nation, two systems'. How they could be charged with even more adrenaline for the same cause, if they were in an exiled situation like us, Tibetans. But we are sort of embroiled head-to-toes in the same trifling imbroglio related with regions or sects, despite being in such heart-rending exiled situation, in such chore of a treadmill, if sort of ended up somewhere in the West, in such trammel of time and stress, especially even with some feeling knowledge of how many of our dear compatriots have taken to this self-eliminating protest known as 'self-immolation'.

But, no, standing before a seeming cul-de-sac matters much more than learning about it from a distant, safe part where it's all about 'capitals' and 'self-interests' interpreted as 'life'. In the other words, experiencing is in stark contrast with just knowledge. 

It does hold on to it only, quid pro quo

Darwin's straightforwardness in his rather categorically summing up a human's some doings for others as not based on some sublime faith or any obligingness motivated by a deep-seated spiritual shine but just of this same self-cherishing urge of getting oneself hallowed, and not doing something lousy as just of this fear or prejudice of getting oneself slandered by others has something of its own justification, given the rife mental disposition, edgy and so sensitive, of now one comes across on a daily basis, so much for whitening oneself by any means available, like saying something and doing something else, saying something and thinking something else, doing something by letting it be known, catchy, just a face lift, and for the worst case by telling fib after fib. I wonder how he could hint then at the present edginess? Was it so then as well, even without internet, one's core lost in the flurries of flitting, harrowing little conceptualisations on this and that as good-looking or ugly?