Corona virus or what

Once someone asked me but rather as talking to himself saying he wondered about how he could sketch out a vignette involving a burst of adrenaline, typically anger, conquering every of his being. He was virtually serious. I happened to blurt out the only resource he could count on was his own, namely his being able to observe himself when he was gripped by such a one. And it's so tough, I know, I agree. And someone else beside me, now, says something else, rather a current affair. He says he wonders about the perfidy of digital, internet epoch. He means the veering of international attention, namely recognition, for being so audience-starved now, like from something real, people's future-oriented to something else crafted, a set up, for the future of a dastard regime. He says it's just a snide attempt, a fool's attempt. After much rambling about and tergiversating, he points to Hong Kong Plebeian's Movement to 'corona virus'.

The just imaginary isthmus between us

Like relishing the last dregs of an intoxicating drink but disaffected, I, while braving through a duel with sobering myself up to the gruelling notion of interconnectedness against the stark taken for granted intake of being there independently, wholly, presumed I had had a glimpse of your way of rating me, through your notion of how life should be spent, but so fleeting. 

India: How a Tibetan feels indebted to you in sundry ways

In retrospect, if the greatest quality of a nation-state at large is defined by its respect to a neighbouring or other states' sovereignty, namely its having never ever set foot upon this basic right, and especially by a big nation-state in terms of its territorial domain in diameter, I think it's India, Baharat, Hindustan, the land of Arya, the home of quintessential humane civilisations, my second home for a very long time. Thanks Gyari Dolma La, the former Home Minister of CTA (Central Tibetan Administration) based at Dharamsala, North India, for her recent remark of such during a speech delivered at a concert in Delhi. And as a product of such exhaustive ground of internalised way of dealing with oneself, I am not less affected with my gratefulness for it than my real time but subliminal feel of it in being what I'm marked by how I live in an alien land, in such chaos marked by such need of a recognition, self-interest first. 

Why it takes time to come to an understanding?

I think I got the semantic bearing, so heavy, of this American phrase: Love yourself. It's, as I think, rather the desperate workout of a conscience to be useful no matter whatever situation you're in. And so, it isn't at all about being self-interest-oriented, or in the other word 'selfish'. And so, it's stark different from Helen Keller's finding of 'self-love' as rather lousy, destructive in her own experiences. And it's quite tantamount to Nalanda's tradition of 'loving or putting others as important as oneself or more', the only cause of getting oneself content, to introduce oneself into a genuine feeling of exaltation so far. so intelligible in this earthly, uncertain life, the only and one cause of it that you think wanting so much for yourself.