Distance does matter

Distance does matter both in space and time for cherishing the trope of personal events, sadly in snippets, etched on to the mental screen of ours as evoked by our memory, not so much the doings of our habitual cognitive inertia as of something phenomenal quirk or odd we are endowed with as of our mental capability in reflecting and sorting and calculating and toning with vividness and sharpness where it's left blurred and burred, with much more expressions and gestures chiseled out as of the adrenalines running through our veins by the doings of the paroxysm of emotions now. It does matter even more for noting them down in the form of an artistic creativity through shedding more tears or chuckling deep within. And for the capitalistic fray of a race of now, the modern world, it does for estranging two lovers within the span of a short period of time--more needs of now than the bygone mountain of promises and tender words, more forms of casuistry out there to absolve ourselves of our misdeeds. And it does for romanticizing the pale reality of our present life with something to hold on to, something out there but not there, something telegenic or photogenic like Kpop stellar gloss and resplendence on the iridescent TV screen at anyone's home among us--like the one who has not caught up yet in the whirlwind of the same chasing fray of a yonder world's tenseness and reality but looking at it with the safe but taken for granted buffer of distance, like reading a novel or watching a movie, with the coveted, self-created images flickering on the other part of one's mental screen. 

Don't ignore a moment of mindfulness that can let you be able to try to have a glimpse through someone's else eyes

"One thing at a time, and that done well." It counts, really so much, but we know what we are. It doesn't matter after all, for it's really interesting to learn about a character, a real person, being there before my own eyes whose pupils react how I have no idea during the real time moment, a character, someone more or less close to me, whose some certain mannerisms, like his idiosyncrasy of the sort much well attempted to keep hidden from me but there as scattered, fleeting sparks from a brand of smoldering wood, relate that much about what I have been reading. What I've been reading? What else but Marcel Proust's Cities of the Plain (Sodom and Gomorrah) and The Captive whereof the latter is just at its close. I am very much sure his sixth one, Fugitive, will broach over it as well. Time Regained, his seventh or the last one, I wish can be of some use for me as well, to be able to let myself hit the way, namely wrap up the circus-stages of words into something readable ones.

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Such histrionic talents by the Tibetan youths in Leh, Ladhak, such a crowd-pulling act of resistance that stirs up the same emotion from its depth in each and every Tibetan within Tibet and without. And the means remains the same, the most powerful of all, ahimsa or non-violence that means the acme of delicacy, sense of respect to others' concern, choice, wish, rights, happiness, 'the solution through dialogue', 'the century of dialogue, the 21st century' as per His Holiness the great 14th Dalai Lama's vision and dedication for the wellbeing of human kind in this epoch of 'emotional crises' as conditioned by ambivalence, the state of being scattered, not collected in channeling and modulating one's internal movements or thoughts and emotions. And their voice is also for those under the same downtrodden situation like in Mongolia under PRC, Hong Kong, Taiwan, East Turkestan--not only for Tibetans in Tibet. Bravo, the Tibetan youths in Leh, Ladhak!!!

A great philosophical question within: Does the world now has time for such?

By taking to the core of Madhyamika philosophy, that's now Tibetan despite its origin from India or its classic individualistic refraction of the sort, of Lord Buddha's chef d'oeuvre, rather than of Hinduism, though still not having a bird's eye view over it yet by myself, I should say somehow that I can feel a genuine gratefulness for Lord Buddha, for his coming into the world with such a grand mission of dispelling the illusion of our way of discriminating and coloring by our own mental constructs begot by our blind confidence in how we take in what we view before us, the small worlds or events, like naturally formed, so concrete out there that we tend to judge this or that way in a real extreme, generalizing way, the cause of every suffering and anxiety. 

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༄། །སྣང་ཡང་མི་མཐུན་པ་སྒྱུ་མ་ལྟ་བུའི་ངང་ནས་བྱ་བྱེད་འཐད་པའམ་རྟེན་འབྱུང་སྒྱུ་མ་ལྟ་བུ་འཐད་པ་གཞན་ངོ་ཙམ་(གཞན་གྱི་འཁྲུལ་ངོ་ཙམ་)དུ་འཇོག་་པ་ལས་ཐ་སྙད་ཚད་གྲུབ་བམ་ཐ་སྙད་ཚད་མ་འཇོག་པ་ལ་བློ་མ་བདེ་ཞེ་ན། ཟེར་མཁན་དེ་སངས་རྒྱས་པའམ་བདེན་འཛིན་བག་ཆགས་དང་བཅས་པ་སྤངས་པ་ཞིག་གི་གཟིགས་ངོ་ན་ཡིན་ན་གང་ཞིག དེ་མིན་ན་ཧ་ཅང་ཐལ་བའི་ཟེར་འགྲོས་ཤིག་མིན་ནམ། གཟུགས་དང་དེའི་སྟོང་བ་ཉིད་དབྱེར་མེད་ཡིན་ན། གཟུགས་ཀྱང་འཇོག་བྱེད་ཚད་ལྡན་ཞིག་གིས་འཇོག་དགོས་པ་མིན་ནམ། ཟེར་མཁན་དེ་སངས་རྒྱས་ཟིན་པ་ཞིག་ཡིན་ན་ཐབས་མཁས་པ་ཞིག་དགོས་གཤིས། འདི་ལྟའི་ང་ཚོ་ཚུར་མཐོང་བའི་སྣང་ངོའམ་དོན་གྱི་ཐ་སྙད་དམ་ཐབས་ལ་ཁྱད་གསོད་དེ་ལྟ་བུ་བྱེད་སྲིད་དམ། ཐ་སྙད་ཚད་མས་གྲུབ་པའི་ཐ་སྙད་ཙམ་དང་མཚན་འཛིན་གཉིས་ལ་ཁྱད་ལོས་ཡོད་སྙམ་མོ།།

And so I am a Tibetan by such an attribute, be it of our culture or my own idiosyncrasy

Thinking, despite the complexity and spectrum of its depth, can be said, in this today's world of glamor and glitter and fast joy-food-love, as a tough job, for you don't care to present as you are, for you don't care about who you're. But, in our Tibetan tradition or say in our philosophical tradition, we have such terms as 'learning', 'reflecting', 'meditating'--the linear approach to any forms of complete enlightenment--, namely the second isn't itself a complete form, a consummated exaltation at all, if it isn't taken to the third mechanism, to be yourself what you say and think, in the core of your own constitution--bodily, verbally and mentally.

Is each and every head of Tibetan women is nothing more than a worldling?

Patriarchy or Matriarchy, both aren't fair as per the concept of egalitarianism, if there is, but the former is rife, as you can see in most of the Muslims-dominated states in the Middle East and afar, like in Pakistan or Afghanistan, and so in our own Tibetan parliament in exile--those 10 MPs from the five sectarian entities, two from each, are all male, why? Before saying 'no' to 'religious' seats, can't we consider why there aren't any female heads from them? Dear Tibetan people at large, try to give some notice to the newly 'elected' MP figure of Bon sect, how confident he is, how crudely equipped he is with such effrontery, why? Why there can't be such a nun figure? Why? Why there can't be a nun figure of Gowo Phende's, one of the two MPs from Gelug sect, shameless boldness in our parliament in exile? Why? I am so curious, despite there being Juchen Kunchok Choedon, the uncompromising, taciturn, curtly insolent lay female MP from Dhotoe region, the daughter of late Juchen Thupten, one of the ex-heads of CTA in its early times in exile. Where are you, the sensible Tibetan women at large?

A piece of writing to my little niece in Bhutan

Dear, that's interesting. Thanks for writing. I am sure your channel will grow, if you can stick to it, with some fillips of creativity added to its contents. I can understand about people not knowing about Bhutan. Here, I faced the same case once, when I went to send some money to you guys from our local post office. But I think if one is educated so far, he or she knows about Bhutan. There are those here who say Bhutan is the cleanest and happiest country in the world. I mean local ones, namely French people. But the words like 'carbon free', 'the happiest country in the world' are too much for me. Better say 'more carbon free', 'the more or less self-contained country'. Well, you can tell them to search about it on internet first. I think they do so, like googling, which is the norm now. But google or Wikipedia aren't everything but conducive so far. Well, there can be more on YouTube about Bhutan, like travel vlogs or any done by foreigners or Bhutanese. I think you don't have to do it, for you can't do a travel vlog for the time being. I think all you have to do is to portray your own personal events or doings in a creative way and Bhutan and its people and cultural or customary things depicted besides. You have to know how small details, like of what you do, do matter, if you are interested in art or artistic values. You don't have to try to grab a big picture but to be productive with your small, personal things and doings, to be fecund and communicative that way. That's called art. Grabbing something big that you can't grasp is called sham, pretense. Just as a suggestion dear. In essence, you have to be aware of your own origin, of your cultural values, art, philosophy, fields of studies..., of your quadrivium, trivium. You should have the gut to accept what is factual, to be able to connect to the core of your being and communicate it in an artistic way so far.

The Dawn or The Dusk

"གངས་ཅན་རི་ཡིས་བསྐོར་བའི་ཞིང་འདིར་ཐུབ་པའི་བསྟན་སྲོལ་གནས་མོད་ཀྱི། །ཆོས་བྱེད་ཕལ་ཆེར་ཚུལ་ཁྲིམས་གོས་བྲལ་གཅེར་བུ་ངོ་ཚ་སྤངས་ནས་ནི། །ཁྱིམ་པ་རྣམས་ལ་བསྙེན་ཅིང་ངོར་བལྟ་དམ་པས་སྨད་པའི་ལས་ལ་འཇུག །ཀྱེ་མ་དམ་ཆོས་ཉི་མིའི་འོད་ཟེར་རི་བོའི་ཕྲག་ཏུ་ནུབ་ལ་ཉེ།།" ~ ༸རྒྱལ་དབང་བློ་བཟང་བསྐལ་བཟང་རྒྱ་མཚོས། 

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"The world's materiality at dawn--and the soul's frailty." ~ Adam Zagajewski

Thanks, not every head of young Tibetans is passive

Sometimes I can find a time to betake myself to doing such a meritorious deed online, by posting such a comment on a vlog by a doing young Tibetan woman. Really, each and every individual is unique in his or her own way, namely not every head is for 'money', 'glitter', 'glamor'. 

"Best of luck for your further studies at the great institute, and, yes, for me, it's sort of an inspiration to find someone, a young lovely Tibetan woman, namely yourself, making such a brave reentrant journey, centripetal rather than centrifugal, rather than a salient one, namely trying to make a way abroad and getting assimilated there in the juggernaut of the predominant culture or lifestyle of there. I say 'reentrant', because it's walking toward, like inward, getting ours own well by further learning our language and its philosophy, the only key to the great treasure of Eastern Madhiyamaka philosophy. So learning. Thank you so much, for I, as a Tibetan myself, am greatly touched."

Something that one tends to stumble on as reactive, speaking but on a seldom basis

And so I've been saying it as well. Who's this guy, sorry, who I've just come across by the advent of this social networking site? Though not that identical that can be cast aback objectively, a re-entrant reality as we imagine that there's, or not so that can be cast forth subjectively, a salient reality, though not so, we tend to be so confident to be so--that you should believe, see, understand as I do, as this damning 'I' do.

But the frustration of his and mine differs inordinately, given the case of his and my optics: being there so in its own way, namely that inherently or concretely, and the contrary, just as a contrived phenomenon, like the confidence of what one has dreamed about so vividly, like there being a heatwave, for there being the sundry conditions acting upon creating it to an observer.  

"I will leave this world without hearing it. Life has nothing left to offer, I've seen everything, I've experienced everything. But most of all I hate the current era, it hurts! Everything is fake, everything has been replaced, there is no respect for the word given, now all that matters is money and wealth! I know I'm going to leave this world without being sorry!"

Alain Delon

 

My Guru, His Holiness the great 14th Dalai Lama in Encyclopedia Memo by Larousse for junior (in French)

The cachet thou hath borne out of thy great, tireless dedication of thy life for the benefit of human race at large, seemingly to exculpate the notion of utilitarianism as the corollary of the disincarnate spirit's ineffable altruism driven by ever expanding, infinite sadness and joy of seeing pains incurred on themselves by sentient ones and of never flinching willpower to alleviate them from their self-imposed pains, and to orientate them along an illumined thoroughfare to the everlasting lair of seeing dreamy, illusory nature as it is but closely entwined in the manner of cause and effect, action and reaction, going and coming, doing and achieving, etc. but so, namely so, not there as per our own ingrained, pathological confidence of finding there in such rigidity both objectively and subjectively. 

The cachet, proven here on one glossy page of the edition of the Encyclopedia, more or less intramural but covering cursorily of the world at large: what humankind has achieved or imparted to this human-dwelling planet, the blue orb suspending mysteriously in the infinite void bereft of 'gravity'. 

The cachet, proven by a Tibetan abroad has now and again to undergo the inconvenience of finding someone, a foreigner, not knowing about Tibet but thee, Thy Holiness the 14th Dalai Lama. And he or she, the foreigner, knows only about the brimming halo of thy smile, simplicity, unpretentiousness, and great, life-changing teachings. 

And so sadly, the cachet now being unrequited by a few fellow Tibetans who are, mercy, more or less stranded in the mire of partiality in the name of a certain region or sect, or of myopic self-interest in terms of being inveigled into such cheapness by the lure of some fast money from the yonder gory hands now ruling the docile, fear-stricken Chinese people, the gory hands who have been dispossessing us of our national wealth and uprooting our race and cultural values through the systematic policy of racial assimilation and the notorious motto of 'Let them get embroiled in the lure of wealth-making to shut them up'. The gory hands, that's why we, the handful of us, are in exile, now even our third generation in exile being on the threshold of forming a family.  

Once gone, we will wail haplessly. It will have been so late already by then. So now, when the aureole-bearer of infinite compassion is there for us, among us, don't miss the rarest of the rarest opportunity to repay as the gratitude in the manner of following and studying the great teachings and visions of our only one, His Holiness the great 14th Dalai Lama.

Tibetan Aunties in the West: sense of freedom to dissipation

My comment on a recent feeling vlog on YouTube by a Tibetan YouTuber: My sense of concern for our handful of youths in exile, who are prone to bad habits and examples showcased on social media portals by our adult but immature ones abroad.

This is, King la, because we are 'lions' within but 'purring cats' without. They are in the same category. They are themselves maniacs, insane, namely puppets, without any holds to prove their own ethnicity. They're, namely, just products for sale. Their ad hominem remarks against you do prove their cheapness. On the other hand, beware there can be those against PT la, and you've been his fan. Now, we're just embroiled in this internal imbroglio, this pettiness, this same game of lion within and purring cat without. King la, I need further information about such bad influences on our youths,  masterminded by that deranged, vice-infested of her, whatever is her name.

Really, it's sad to learn about leading our youths, especially, as you said here, young girls taking to booze, to doom, namely being inveigled into perdition that it's, much, much worse than attacking your character that you can manage somehow. I wonder how cheap we are, and those youths for leaving their precious life at the disposal such dissipated one of an aunty somewhere in the West, who thinks that she can do whatever she wants to do, such cheap sense of freedom now more and more Tibetan aunties in the West are after like after a grail, with no sense of decency and maturity in thought. Well, such an aunty must be garrulous, with some fluency in a foreign language, but with nothing of the uniqueness of what we are. If they can't nurture our youths toward a bright future, why they lead them astray thus? Haven't they got their own daughters and sons to bring up? Once cast into a lot of foreigners, such a one is so demure, so crestfallen, so downtrodden like a mouse just taken out of water, no such coherence in words like they can do before a live camera. But they know how to destroy our own ones, namely our innocent ones who haven't, unfortunately, happened to stumble on the wiser persona of a role model. The worst thing is that we don't care about learning, reading, writing, looking at, seeing to enrich our life but all about money and fast-joy and glitter and fads, which don't by nature last.

The World of Maniacs: the 21st century

I wonder in what point of future can there be such diligent doer of a generation to be able to compile every byte of information transmitted through the medium of internet, maybe into a multimedia corpus known as Encyclopedia of Cyber Freedom/ Citizen Journalism/ Personal Vlogs to Trashes. Why not from the close of the 20th century, when the same boon or devil came into being. But I do also wonder can such a doing generation be that fastidious, given the case now in our own time of being so whimsical, our capricious minds all about this and that need or the want of this and that? Oh, we, the hungry ghosts, do care after all about our own identities that are but sham and farce. We know ourselves as monsters, but we like to present ourselves as so affected with a tiny news of some mishap happened somewhere in a corner of the world, almost like somewhere so remote by space and time, thereby unrelated. But so related in proximity by concerning what I want now, the fast joy.  

And, after all, if such a generation can be into being, if I can be reborn there with some memory of what I write here now, I want first of all to learn about Tibetans in exile from 1996 onward till the time when internet is nothing more than radio now on 14th August, 2021. I think I can draw a great lesson about self-destruction from it.

To be as we have been, or let go of

As I have been reading Marcel Proust's The Captive, I am so sorry if I have happened to hurt any Albertines or Gilberts out there. But as per a Tibetan proverb, there should be the guts or volition sometimes to be decisive backed by a holistic way of reasoning or seeing. It says, "Even one's own tooth or teeth, if it or they're useless, should be extracted." Yes, I do agree with the 'holistic' way of seeing, namely taking a few steps aback and having a look from different angles, with the needy mindfulness so far. But, at last, if it doesn't work, it is, perforce, so recommendable to be extirpated but not out of being sardonic or indignant or scornful. It's, rather, out of being sensible in keeping with being considerate: to let go of, if there isn't a common ground to hold on to. And so true that we have had this habit of letting go of on a daily basis, even the changes in our own physical or mental constitution. 

Then I can infer why a great, sage one can't take such a line of ruminating or seeing. So possible. Here, I mean about our own ones. If they don't feel as sort of posing redoubtable internally, those more or less megalomaniacs, by being at the helms and bluffing out as doers or leaders, namely standing before an audience of any lot and at a mike, they can leave. We don't care about you guys at all. 'Internally', I accentuate, for such ones are 'lions' internally but 'so docile like purring cats' when cast amid even a tiny lot of foreigners. If the majority of them own to such rumor mongers or messiahs of the sort by the advent of internet (the game of shining over and posing out and the petty bravado), they can leave as well. We don't care at all. I don't feel like jumping the gun by posting this update. I mean you, then, can find a more confined, homogenous world somewhere else, with the given romantic sense of self-protection or nepotism of yours. We don't need you at all, ever. 

I am fed up with this game of being overbearing within. I am stark for the beauty or involuntary patience of diversity and of being eclectic and maverick. The stalemate, those at loggerheads at the helms, imposed by our own ones in running our own administration in exile could be considered from this angle as well, namely to let go of those who don't care about His Holiness the 14th Dalai Lama's visions for the peace and wellbeing of the world at large  and our CTA and its democratic charter and our suffering compatriots in Tibet.

Don't just sound off 'Rangzen' by taking to streets in  a free world and be its avatar backed by more or less mere emotions rather than seeing, holistic, prospective reasons and plans, and 'a way ahead' means for the so exigent needs in safeguarding our race and culture and environment in the looming death-sentence like situations out there in Tibet. If you can breathe freely and speak out or up, it doesn't mean that they, our compatriots in Tibet, can do so as well. You have to try to be vicariously in their shoes, and speak, not as yourself--free, well fed, having a means of livelihood, so sure of getting up from your own cozy bed in the morning on the morrow. 

But do carry on ever!

It isn't for sale as well as for the exchange of the so familiar boon, money, to the lure of a tart or of a woman styled herself in the needed fashion and norm and contour of the time now, so luring that even a fakir or a practitioner in the form of a mendicant could be lured into doing odd things, if you haven't mastered the groundbreaking concept of Nagarjuna in both its academia and, the most important of all, experience based on personal approach.  And I mean about 'your life' and 'my life', dear compatriot, for we are still the same, having not gained a step ahead in being able to take the great inverse way, so far away from the so familiar broad way of our 'cognitive inertia' or this confidence of ours in how we see, discriminate, and take in but fall back, at the end of the day, into the same trap of being the same disgruntled ones ever. 

Covid-19: Love and self-discovery in the time of this deadly pandemic by a middle aged Tibetan dad, for his nurse-daughters, at Bylakuppe Tibetan Settlement

The story deserves a moving script, taking into account every tiny detail, to remain as an evergreen short film in loving memory of a middle aged dad sort of finding himself and his nurse-daughters' love in the time of Covid-19, when he was infected with the deadly virus or microbe that tends to mutate and grow stronger in its destructive instinct. Thank you so much, you two lovely, beautiful Tibetan nurse-daughters of the dad for sharing this wonderful episode that posed more or less as a great hurdle in your way, in your great expectation in terms of how you would have preferred to spend your vacation at home with your beloved family. But through the same hurdle, even letting go of your stable jobs as nurses for saving your beloved dad, I think you could learn even more and get connected even closer with your beloved dad. Really, there is here the vibe of a Tibetan spirit, our ideals, something from our initial time in the alien land and weather, destined to be exiled ones but so close. It's all about how you see it from what angle after all. Thank you so much!

A great self-confession

Can you imagine more condescending word than 'shallow-pate'? Namely, brain-drained, monomaniac in the sense that you don't know or care if your life can be ended up thus, dedicated or sacrificed thus for a depraved woman, maybe your wife, for there being some children between you two? But you do still care more for her than your innocent children. Can the English word 'uxorious' suffice for such a one, or 'blind love", or any? What you call a man without any sense of dignity? I am eager to learn about such a one, for there are those Tibetan women or men abroad, who have happened to come abroad first, and later, after a few years, albeit taking his or her children and espouse abroad in the name of 'family union', he or she has already changed into someone else, so depraved taking that the West is for 'freedom', namely decadency. Can you imagine a Tibetan woman in her early fifties saying so? Where is the essence of the statement 'our cultural essence', our 'Tibetan ideals' that we are so ready to mouth? I am so curious, for being a Tibetan myself, a monastic product after all. Or those philistines in the name of Tibetan husbands or wives abroad first are well aware of Shakespeare's "All the world is a stage" in its that literal sense, to be hogged down whatever come bumping about in your way abroad? As a human soul changes, a Tibetan abroad changes--we should be able to accept it so. Mercy, we are all just commoners, philistines, parasites of the sort, and would be so forever, if we don't try to pursue the inverse means, namely to be able to disrupt our 'cognitive inertia', that sense of concreteness in its objectivity. I know, you can't have any idea about what I try to convey to your intuition. 

Joy or Pain: The Oxymoron

 "སྐྱིད་པོ་རང་གིས་མ་བཏང་ན། །སྡུག་པོ་མི་ཡིས་གཏང་ཡོང་ངོ།།" 

"Joy, if you can't cull it up for yourself, pain, those in the name of 'human beings' can inflict it upon you." 

Say, a well-known Tibetan proverb, namely seemingly came about as a repartee from the mouth of an obscure working class veteran back in the century almost not less than three generations or more. And I don't have any idea why this witticism has happened to pop up in my mind when I was mulling over the statistical as well as individually disported facts about Belgium being the happiest country in the world. But Marcel Proust, I have been with you since the outset of this pandemic. Your being that pedantically boring sometimes is nothing other than my being not outgrown yet, or your sense of humanity outweighs it.

Lo, those irises saying something to you and me

Marne-la-Vallée, the vale, namely the valley marked by the range of lowly eminence on either side of the slithering river La Marne. But, here, I mean it from a personal way of seeing and that from Le Parc de Noisiel, those faces of declivity gilded by the setting sun as the sky magenta. And just next by the gate of the park, with its gilded curlicues of rococo designs, there is a squarish plot for personal venture of trying on any growable things--flowers to herbs to vegetables. And along the length of its border on one side, I found those curious irises in their fresh mantles of purple and green rather sharp and pointy sort of lost in their being there as enduring a vegetating period but short as the nature of their life is. Yes, curious that was what they were but not those passersby--human beings jogging, cycling, promenading, ambling, or lost in folds of overlapping futures and pleasures and dreams.

Seemingly at the close of Spring - II

May 18, 2021.

Carriers-sous-Poissy: Like treading along a dreamy strip of footpath that it's in reality, adrift like poplar fluff, leave aside the timorous exchange of those fleeting waves and vibrations of putting oneself out of countenance and getting composed somehow, I happened to draw myself up at the commanding point and record it so, the easy, naïf way, no cost of mulling over at all.

Seemingly at the close of Spring - I

May 7, 2021.

A glimpse of Parc de Noisiel from under an English oak: in the evening during a summer solstice. A few copper beeches stand just at one angle of the view.

ཐུགས་རྗེ་ཆེ་༸རྒྱལ་བ་ཀརྨ་མཆོག

༸རྒྱལ་བ་ཀརྨ་མཆོག་ནས་འདི་ལྟའི་བཀའ་སློབ་ལམ་སྟོན་དུས་ཐོག་ཆར་བཞིན་ཕེབས་པས་དད་པའི་སྤུ་ལོང་གཡོ་བར་བྱེད། སྐྱབས་སུ་མཆིས་ཤིང་བརྩེ་བས་ཚུར་མཐོང་བ་བོད་འབངས་དག་རྗེས་སུ་འཛིན་དུ་གསོལ། ད་ནི་ཆེས་སྙིགས་པའི་དུས་ཏེ་འདོད་བཟི་འགྲན་རྩོད་འཁྲུག་ཆ་ཆེ་བའི་སྐབས་ཡིན་པས་སོ། །གཉེན་འདྲ་སྐྱོང་བར་ཞེན་ཞིང་རྣམ་རྟོག་རྒྱ་ཡིས་སྤྲོས་པའི་དགྲ་འདུལ་བར་ཞེན་ནས་དོན་དུ་ནང་ཁུལ་དུ་ངར་ངར་བརྗིད་བརྗིད་འདྲ་མངོན་ཙམ་ལས་ཕྱིར་བུད་མུར་ཐ་ན་སྐད་ཡིག་ཅིག་གི་ཆུད་ཚད་ཀྱང་མ་ལོན་པས་ཁ་ལྐུག་ལྟ་བུའི་བརྟུལ་ཞུགས་འཆང་བ་ལ་ནི་ཡུད་ཙམ་ཡང་མནོ་བསམ་གཏོང་ཤེས་མཁན་ཆེས་དཀོན་པའི་དུས་འདིར། ཕྱོགས་གཅིག་ནས་ཐབས་སྐྱོ་བ་ཞིག་ལ། བྱ་སྤྱོད་འདི་ལྟ་བུ་ནི་ཁོང་ཁྲོ་གཡག་ལ་ཟ། རྡོག་རྒྱག་ལུག་ལ་གཞུས་ལྟ་བུའི་དཔེ་ལྟ་བུའམ། ཡང་ན་ཁྲོམ་པའི་སྦལ་བའི་བྱ་སྤྱོད་ལྟ་བུ་ལས་གཞན་མ་མཐོང་ན། ཤེས་ཡོན་གོ་རྟོགས་མཐོང་རྒྱ་ཡ་རབ་སྤྱོད་བཟང་ལས་དོན་ལྡན་གྱི་མི་ཚེ་ཇི་ལྟར་སྐྱེལ་བའི་ཐབས་དང་འབྲེལ་བའི་བཀའ་སློབ་ཟབ་མོ་འདི་ལྟ་བུ་དུས་ནས་དུས་སུ་གནང་སྐྱོང་ཡོང་བ་ཅི་ནས་མཁྱཻན། མཁྱེན། མཁྱེན་ནོ།།

Tibetan Parliament in Exile: a personal portal to the doings of every governance at large

Following our parliament in exile's ongoing sessions and trying to feel its fever, but being within the limit of what is known as 'disinterested' coloration and participation, like what V.S. Naipaul, the great writer, an Indian by origin, writes that being familiar with a small drama leads to the understanding of great, complex drama, like the understanding of every complex formation through being familiar with a microcosmic entity first, I happen to come to get more of the developed country where I live as a guest, or say of every governance and its system at large. Then why not of a small, tucked away country below the 'developing' line; then why not of that is more or less of the relationship between a serf and a squire.

62nd Tibetan Women's Uprising Day commemorated in Dharamshala

It's rather sad for me to find less posts on the historic event in our struggle/resistance against Red China's illegal occupation of our country, known as March 12, Tibetan Women Uprising Day, on the social networking sites like facebook. But we have before our eyes, like here in France, during this year March 10 protest event, seemingly costly long colorful banners depicting a certain identity of a certain grouping, like meant to confuse our voice, our presentation to the world. What such a one (the name withheld as a token of consideration from my side) has to voice for other than for our collective cause. If such a one wishes, they can hold a separate event by itself, not to defile our historic event. 

A Tibetan by origin

A Tibetan by origin, like those from the Himalayan regions at large who speak Tibetan and share the same mores related with Tibetan Buddhism, is the product of our forebears, the great empire and emperors' legacy that we should be able to keep as ours, not as someone adventitious. Being in the West, you might have come across how much even a developed nation, why not a 'super power' (the funny phrase), vies for incapsulating everything and everyone into their own intramural tropes and motifs, namely their ways of living, presenting as off the stale taste of yesterday's feast, can you feel it so yet?

Happy Losar 2148, Year of the Iron Ox!

The beauty of diversity lies not so much in its difference as in its linchpin, nothing other than it after all, that holds and disports its iridescent resplendence, like an arras of a tapestry whose beauty lies not so much in its multicolored threads as in its central wefts that hold them and give a space for each trope of a motif to stand out in its own way. Happy Losar 2148, Year of the Iron Ox! 

A good idea

American embassy in Lhasa, a great idea. I want to hear Lhasians mingling their mellifluous lilts of Lhasa dialect into American, the best of the best for letting the other get what you want to express, the fast-food of what a language is all about for a plebeian, like myself. And, yes, as communally and convivially engaged and organized as Kyoto Tachibana Senior High School (SHS) Band, such a demo-oriented participation in appreciating the hardworking students taken to the streets for the people, like calling them out to breathe fresher air rather than holing up inside--come on Lhasians, come out and take to the streets so!

A repost of one of my facebook posts

'It seemed to me that men were born only to grow old, to live out their span, to acquire experience. Men lived to acquire experience; the quality of the experience was immaterial; pleasure and pain--and, above all, pain--had no meaning; to possess pain was as meaningless as to chase pleasure. And even when the illumination vanished, became as thin and half nonsensical as dream, I remembered that I had had it, that knowledge about the illusion of pain.' ~ VS Naipaul, A Bend in the River

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My comment on this post on facebook back on  06 April, 2015. (Edited)

'The unity of experience', 'the illusion of pain' are, for me, like the interplay between sadism and masochism, the former begetting the later desperation standing on two different rawness defined by endless self-interest. The illusion, however backed by some sentimental or spiritual ground at last, is as variably risky as the interpretation of a presented idea of any. It's up to if the aggregated experience is workable, though desperate, through one last crash course for some sounder illumination or not, and for which, I think, the need of paramount importance is a workable ground of philosophical enlightenment which is itself heuristic, ever learning, adjustable and thereby robust ever. 

His Holiness the Dalai Lama In Conversation with Greta Thunberg and Lead...

'Feedback loop', 'refreezing' to let remain the permafrost of Artic to Tibetan plateau to let do their natural job, 'reforestation' for balancing the sucking in of carbon and releasing of oxygen for our being able to live on this only life-supporting planet so far, 'educating ourselves' on such matters related with the existence of humankind with something grander of meaning than an animal: the former is sort of abstract as the coining of any idea is before getting to it with some sense of personal experience, but it does matter in being familiar with how we live and crave for, more needs, more such needs that aren't worth-craving for at all as we somehow tend to get to it at the end. Yes, it's rather an abstract idea than just a concrete, materialistic entity of being able to satisfy your demand with a diamond ring or something concrete like a Ferrari car; it's. It's about the reaction (feedback) of abnormal melting of permafrost of the areas as of the cause of fossil oil emission (from rigging for it, refinery plants to personal usage to those irresponsible acts), and thereby the release of excess of carbon into the air that turns out into 'heat trapping gas', namely 'greenhouse gas', as of the want of proportionate challengers in balancing it. So, the network or the cycle of cause and effect (loop) of the same reaction experienced in the sense of 'heatwave' or any across the globe, by every individual. Though the webinar was sort of carried out in haste as of the trammel of time now, it's worth-joining and learning for a Tibetan like myself, displaced, in exile. 

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