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.