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?