The Fate of Freedom Fighters Now: Rangzenwa

ད་ཆ་རང་བཙན་པའི་ལས་དབང་།

བོད་ཀྱི་ཁ་དཔེར། བཟང་པོའི་ཞོར་ལ་ཇ་ཆང་། །ངན་པའི་ཞོར་ལ་རྒྱུག་རྡུང་། །ཞེས་པ་བཞིན་དངོས་གནས་ངེས་པ་དོན་གྱི་རང་བཙན་འཐབ་རྩོད་པ་དག་གི་ད་ལྟའི་གནས་སྟངས་འདི་ལྟ་བུ་རེད། ངན་པ་རང་བཙན་ཁ་འཁྱེར་བ་ནི་གྲོག་བུ་བཞིན་འཕེལ་ཡོང་གི་ཡོད་པ་དང་དེ་དག་གི་སྤྲེལ་ལད་ཀྱིས་ཨུ་ཚུགས་ཅན་གྱི་རང་བཙན་པ་དག་བསླུས་དང་བསླུ་བཞིན་པ་ནི་མཐོང་གསལ་ཡིན། བསླུས་པའི་འབྲས་རྟགས་ལ་ཁོ་པ་ཚོའི་རང་བཙན་རྩོད་ས་ནི་རང་ཅག་རྣམས་ལ་ཚེ་འདིའི་ཕ་མ་ལས་ཀྱང་ཆེས་བཀྲིན་ཆེ་བ་༸རྒྱལ་བ་དོན་གྱི་བདག་པོ་དང་། ༸གང་གིས་རང་ཅག་རྣམས་ཀྱི་འཕྲལ་ཕུགས་ཀྱི་བདེ་དོན་དུ་ཐུགས་བརྩེ་བ་ཆེན་པོས་སྐྱེད་སྲིང་གནང་བའི་བོད་མིའི་སྒྲིག་འཛུགས་ཡིན་པ་ལས་བསྟན་དགྲ་རྒྱ་དམར་དང་དེའི་སྒེར་སྤྱོད་རིང་ལུགས་མིན། 

ནང་ལ་སྟག་སེང་འདྲ་འདྲ། །ཕྱི་ལ་ཞི་མི་འདྲ་འདྲ། །དེ་ཡང་རང་ཅག་པའི་ལས་དབང་དང་འབྲེལ་བའི་སྤྱོད་ཚུལ་ཐ་ཞན་ཞིག་རེད། ཁ་ནང་བལྟས་དྲན་ཤེས་ཀྱི་བྱ་ར་ནི་རང་ཅག་གི་ཁྱད་དུ་འཕགས་པའི་གཅེས་ནོར་ཏེ། ཡོངས་གྲགས་ལ་དཔལ་ནཱ་ལེནྡྲ་ལས་བརྒྱུད་པའི་བོད་བརྒྱུད་ནང་བསྟན་གྱི་གཞུང་ཆེན་དག་ནང་གསལ་བ་ནི། ཕྱི་འཛམ་གླིང་ལ་གཅེས་སྤྲས་དང་གྲགས་ཆེའང་རང་ཅག་ནི་དབུལ། ད་མཐོང་ཐུབ་དེ་ཁ་ནང་དུ་འཁོར་ནས་ཁྱད་གསོད་བརྙས་སྨོད་འཁང་ར་གཞི་མེད་བསྙོན་འཛུགས་ལས་རིག་པ་རང་ངོ་ཤེས་པའི་ཉམས་ལེན་གྱིས་ནི་ཅིག་ཏུ་ཕོངས། ཁ་ཕྱི་ལ་བལྟས་ནས་དཔུང་པ་མཉམ་གཤིབས་ཀྱིས་བསམ་བཤད་བྱེད་ཕོད་པའི་ཚབ་ལ་ནི། ཅིག་ཏུ་གདེང་ཚོད་དམའ་ཞིང་རང་སྨོད་དང་འབྲེལ་བའི་འདྲེན་གཡོག་གི་གཤིས་ཀ་མངོན་པར་ཀྱེ་མ་ཐེ་ཚོམ་མེད། དེ་ཡང་རང་ཅག་གི་ཁ་དཔེར། ཁོང་ཁྲོ་གཡག་ལ་ཟ་ནས་རྡོག་རྒྱག་ལུག་ལ་གཞུས། ཞེས་པ་དང་ཅི་མི་མཚུངས།

མདོར་ན། ད་ཆ་ཁ་ནས་རང་བཙན་ཞེས་པའི་ཚིག་སྐམ་དེ་ལབ་ཐུབ་པ་ཙམ་གྱི་འཐབ་རྩོད་པ་ཞེས་པའི་ཚིག་སྦོམ་པོ་དེ་རང་གིར་བྱེད། དངོས་གནས་རང་བཙན་འཐབ་རྩོད་པ་ཞིག་ཡིན་ན་ཁྱེད་ཀྱི་བྱ་སྤྱོད་དང་བློས་གཏོང་ལས་འཐོན་དགོས་པ་ལས། ཚིག་སྐམ་ཙམ་ལས་མིན་ཏེ། རང་ཅག་གི་ཁ་དཔེར། ཡ་རབས་མ་རབས་སྤྱོད་པས་ཤེས། །ཞེས་པ་བཞིན་ནོ།།

རང་བཙན། མི་ཨེ་ཡོད་ད།

དྲོ་སོབ་སོབ།

གང་ཡང་བློས་བཏང་མི་དགོས་པར་དེ་ཐོབ་ཐུབ་བམ། 

དེ་བས་དངོས་བབ་དང་མཐུན་པའི་འཆར་སྣང་གོ་རིམ་གང་ཡང་མེད་པར། 

རང་བཙན། 

ང་ཚོའི་ཐོབ་ཐང་ཡིན་མོད། 

འོན་ཀྱང་། དེ་ནི་བཙན་གྱིས་ཕྲོག་པའི་གཅེས་ནོར་ཞིག་བཞིན། 

ཀྱེ་མ། དེ་ཡང་སྟབས་གཏན་ནས་མི་ལེགས་པ་ཞིག་ལ། 

ཀྱེ་མ། དེ་ཡང་གཟུ་བོའི་དཔང་པོ་འཛུགས་སའི་མི་ཆོས་ཀྱི་ཁྲིམས་རྭ་མེད་པའི་དུས་རབས་ད་ལྟར། 

གཡོ་སྒྱུ་མགོ་གཉིས་ཀྱི་དེང་གི་དུས་རབས་འདིར། 

གློ་མ་ཉེ་ནའང་ཉེ་ཁུལ་གྱི་དུས་འདིར། 

སྙིང་མེད་ནའང་ཡོད་ཁུལ་གྱི་དུས་འདིར། 

ཤ་མ་ཚ་ནའང་ཚ་ཁུལ་གྱི་དུས་འདིར། 

མ་རབ་ཐ་ཞན་གྱི་དེང་གི་དུས་འདིར། 

གློ་ཉེ་ལགས། 

འུ་ཅག་ལ་རང་བཙན་ལོས་དགོས་མོད། 

འོན་ཀྱང་། ཇི་ལྟར་ཏེ་འདི་ལྟའི་གཡོ་སྒྱུ་ལས་ཇི་ལྟར།

རྔམ་སྟོན་ཁྲོམ་སྐོར་ཙམ་གྱིས་དེ་ཟིལ་གནོན་ཐུབ་བམ།

མ་ཐུབ་ན། གང་ལས། ད་རུང་ནམ་ཞིག་གི་བར། 

ད་ལྟའི་དངོས་གནས་ནི་བོད་པའི་ཕྲུ་གུ་དང་གཞོན་སྐྱེས་རྣམས་ནི། 

སྒྱུར་བཞིན་པ་ལས་འགྱུར་བཞིན་པ་ལྟ་བུའི་བང་རྩལ་ལ་རེག་ཟིན་འདུག

དེ་ཡང་རང་དང་རང་གི་ལས་གཞན་དང་གཞན་གྱི་ཚུགས་ཀ་ཞིག་ཏུ།

གློ་ཉེ་ལགས།

དེས་ན་མྱུར་སྐྱོབ་ཀྱི་ཐབས་ཤིག་ཡོད་པ་དེ་མི་དྲག་གམ།

དེས་ཀྱང་གང་བྱས་ཡོད་ཅེས་ཁ་ནང་ལྟའི་དྲི་མདའ་འདྲ་འཕེན་ན།

འོ་ན། གཉིས་ཕན་གྱི་ཐབས་ཤིག་གིས་མི་ནུས་ན།

རང་གཙོར་བཟུང་ཞིག་གིས་ཇི་ལྟར་ཏེ་ཅི་ལྟར་ནུས་ལགས།

ཁ་གསལ་གོ་རིམ་ལྡན་པའི་མྱུར་སྐྱོབ་ཀྱི་ཐབས་ཤིག་དགོས་པ་ནི།

ངེད་ཅག་གི་འཆི་གསོན་ལྟ་བུའི་ཆེས་ཛ་དྲག་གི་གནས་སྟངས་ཏེ།

དམྱལ་བ་མི་ཡུལ་ལྟ་བུ་དེ་ལས་ཐར་བའི་དགོས་མཁོ་འབའ་ཞིག་ལགས་སོ།།

མི་ཨེ་རེད།

མི་ཨེ་ཡོད་ད།

མི།

We Tibetans don't believe in 'Soul': Then what kind of battle

I once read an article by him, LS, rather of one or two paragraphs, maybe on tibet.net, when he was in his first term as Sikyong, that reasonably challenges Red China's interference with the reincarnation of His Holiness the great 14th Dalai Lama. Even the gist of the paragraph or the two was about his having been taken by surprise and thereby demanding what an atheistic group like CCP has such an interest in the same spiritual process of long ethnic history based on Tibetan Buddhism. And now I wonder why he puts himself in the same position, for his being alien to the same process rooted in a unique tradition, and his being so illiterate in Tibetan and Tibetan Buddhist Studies? 

'Soul', as per its direct sense in the Western ethnicity or in the theistic faiths at large, is related with 'Self' or the notion of having such a self or 'I' even after death, such a self or I, rather dogmatic than instinctive that even an animal has, such a self that's in reality out of pure personal fabrication. And, funnily, we Tibetans equate the term with our རྣམ་ཤེས།, the core consciousness of a being, the 'sixth sense', if the term has any deeper implication. But the term 'soul' can't be a phenomenon that is a fundamental consciousness, though there is such a term as 'metempsychosis'. 

By and large, his endeavor of such of any designs, when HHDL himself has made it clear about the same case, if needed, more than twice, is a sort of mimicry of his own way of seeing--Western but not so, Tibetan but not so. Duplicity or a slavish attempt to enlarge his own image even after having failed for ten long years, the time lost in proving himself for being the first young democratically elected personage to whom HHDL devolved his entire political authority with blessings and praises and his own sense of relief by quoting the visionary line from his own work, The Words of Truth. 

In memory of a childhood friend, Tashi Dorjee

Rather than letting myself get shattered by the staggering fact of the lacuna whereupon I can't let myself get stumbled very often (thanks facebook here), it's better to fill the long period of oblivion with something so worth-doing like 'being the change myself' in his memory despite its being latent so far. So read Marcel Proust, if you really want to write that's so laborious and that isn't for 'money'. Thanks Tashi la for coming into my life! 

Dear the budding mind

Dear, I do apologize as well for not texting and that for a long while. So pleased to learn about you all being hale and in harmony that matter the most. Well, like your words 'aging in the same flow with me' and that we do ignore very so often in our life that's more or less hectic, like we're going to live forever. So great dear that you've been doing much as to let yourself grow with your creative means and by giving your hands in their domestic chore. I do also wish that you've been reading as well, for you're going to major in it. Marcel Proust is really pedantically hard reading so far, but I have already done it, his seven books in sequels, said as done in 'stream of consciousness' medium of the sort. Well, I have done the learning and training. I have got the diploma. I have got my residential ID postponed for yet another ten long year. Now, I've been searching for a job. I had a meeting today on it at the concerned government office. And I have to hunt for it from tomorrow onward. I will have one.

Dear take good care yourself and of your parents as well. Well, what kind of part time job is it? If your dad sees it as not safe, then don't do it dear. Yes, do let me know in advance when you need funding for your enrolment in that college. Well, don't think about your success as a means of expressing your gratitude to your parents but your own person, the living one now, and your genuine sense of love and prayers and gratefulness until you can maintain this tread of reminiscence, namely till the end of this life of yours. Don't think about debts and such, which, I think or believe, you will repay through any means later on and that like how a mother takes it as her sole responsibility to bring up her child or children. As you know, parents take it for granted, rather ironically or magically, the task of upbringing their child or children as their sole responsibilities. And when you come to be a responsibility taker, do it well with your whole heart and that's enough. In this cyclic way of living known as samsara, we are there sort of in a relay by maintaining this subtle thread of 'taken and given' related relationship or law of causality that arches onto a prime motive. So don't take anything for granted, but don't also think that you're indebted dear. For me, you're angelic. I am always there for you. As I age myself, I need more time for reflection. But funny people think I am. Loves and prayers to you all.

A Sister's Love to Her Younger Sister, More Sublime than of a Carnal One: A Comment of Mine on A Concerning Post on 14th Febuary, 2023

For the day, despite not being of ours, if there still exists what's called 'love' in spite of being narrowly-centered, like here of a sister to her younger sister, the recipient should, I think, regard such as a thing not to be taken for granted, for it matters for you even now. A gone awry sort of a love, namely sort of availed oneself of someone else's tender sentiment of such in the name of it and gone so unceremoniously, can't, I think, overweigh what you have now, the filial one of a sister with such a great heart. But it takes time, as per the nature of our life and the span of time that can be taken in our being able to come to an inference to a perception, to figure oneself out of such entanglement of a 'love', the same selfish sentiment, the only fuel that turns the cogwheels of the cyclic movements of our conventional way of life, the same treadmill, the endless, banal story ever. 

The Great Lapidary Right of Testing a Piece of Gold: As so or not

As Lord Buddha exhorts or lets us be at our own liberty in terms of taking his teachings as valid or not, the great lapidary right of testing a piece of gold as so or not by a professional one more matter-of-fact  than an alchemist of the medieval, I think it's the time to pose to the world the same liberty to take someone claiming as a Tibetan, if he or she is or not, in the West but by going through the same lapidary process in the form of associating and questioning and learning if, other than just petty personal interest related ones, something related with the larger picture of Tibet's survival (cultural or political) does matter to him and her or not? If yes, how? Do let him or her speak in the truest of his or her senses to feelings (do record them). We can study. In essence, as per the point that I meant to tap at then, I mean now there are many those who impersonate as being a 'Tibetan' but not so in the truest sense of the word that just has the political implication of solidarity and doing and working for and winning over in due course. A Tibetan is a Tibetan, a politically displaced one. A Himalayan of Tibetan culture can't be necessarily so. Have you ever experienced of being a politically displaced one?

A Tibetan Novel That Roars Like Tibet's Snow Lions: We Measure The Earth With Our Bodies by Tsering Yangzom Lama

I think that I've never read a novel by a Tibetan writer that roars like of Tsering Yangzom Lama's We Measure the Earth with Our Bodies. As my reading of Marcel Proust's beyond one million worded novel or series of the sort, namely in search of time lost and regained--really something worth-reading, if you care about the working of our emotions, especially jealousy in the name of love--having recently been completed, I find her wordings really traceable and simple and sharp, so sharp and precise as of her having labored for it over a decade or more. Oh, can there be such a Tibetan woman, young and mystic, with such an extraordinary talent (not the shallow ones of any related with internet hype of now)? She has mesmerized me even much more than Yan Martel's Life of Pi, for, as you can say, I am a Tibetan. 'Oracle', 'medium', such beautiful words, and I want to add 'telepathy'. And it counts, if we can prove so, with such nuances of our identity.

ཆ་མི་འཚལ་བ་ནི་ཚུར་མཐོང་བ་ཞིག་གི་འཚོ་བའི་ཆོས་ཉིད།

མཆོར་སྒེག་གི་འཛུམ་མདངས་ཤིག་ལས།

གདོང་རིས། མིག་ཟུར་གྱི་རི་མོ། འཚོ་བའི་ཉམས་མྱོང་།

མདོར་ན། བཞུད་ཟིན་པའི་ལམ་བུ་དོག་ཡངས་ཅི་རིགས་ཀྱིས་བྱས་པ།

དངོས་གནས་རྟེན་འབྱུང་གི་གཏམ་རྒྱུད་གསོན་ཉམས་དོད་པོ་ཞིག་གྱེར་ཡོང་།

ཆ་ཅི་འདྲ་ཞིག་མི་འཚལ་ཡང་ད་དུང་འདི་ལྟའི་ཉམས་འགྱུར་ཞིག

གང་འདྲ་བྱས་ནས་ཐུབ་བམ་བུ་མོ་ལགས།

ང་ལ་གསུང་རོགས་གནང་།

རེད། གཏམ་རྒྱུད་ཀྱི་ལྟེབ་མ་སྟེ། འདི་ལྟའི་གཞན་དང་གཞན་གྱི་བརྒྱུད་རིམ་སྨུག་པོར།

ད་དུང་ཁྱེད་ཀྱིས་གསན་ཞིང་སྐྱོར་ཐུབ་པ།

རང་ཉིད་དེ་དག་གི་མདུན་ན་ཧ་ལམ་ད་ལྟ་རང་རྙོག་འཛིང་གི་འཇིག་རྟེན་འདིར།

སྐྱེ་བ་བླངས་མ་ཐག་པ་ལྟ་བུའི་མཛེས་པའི་ཚུལ་འཆོས་ཀྱི་རྟུལ་ཞུགས་འཛིན་ཐུབ་པ།

རང་དོན་ཡིད་བྱེད་ལས་གཏི་ཐུག་གི་སྐབས་འདིར།

དངོས་གནས་ཡ་མཚན་ལས་ཡ་མཚན་ཆེ་བས།

རང་གི་མཚན་ཉིད་ཀྱིས་གྲུབ་པ་དཔྱད་ཤེས་ན་དཀའ་ནའང་།

ཁྱེད་ཀྱི་གཏོང་ཕོད་ལས་མཆེད་པའི་མཛེས་སྡུག་ནི།

ཡོད། ཡོད་འདྲ་བ།

 

ང་སྟེ། ལྟ་བ་དེར་མོས་གུས་ཅན་ཡང་ལན་འགའ་འཁྲུལ་སྣང་ལ་འཕྱན་དུ་བཅུག

འཁྲེན་སེམས་ལ་ཕྱིར་མིག་ལན་གཅིག་འཕེན་དུ་བཅུག་པས།

ད་ཆ་དེས་དྲངས་པའི་སྣང་བ་ཟང་ཟིང་སྟེ།

མཐའ་རྒུད་པ་ཤེས་ནའང་རང་དབང་མ་ཐོབ་པས་ཆེས་སྐྱོ།

དངོས་གནས་ཆེས་སྐྱོ་བོ།།

 

ཡང་། ཆོས་ཤེས་ནའང་ཚེ་འདི་གཙོ་བ་ཞིག་གི་ངོས་ནས་བལྟས་ན།

དངོས་གནས་ཁྱེད་ལྟ་བུ་ཐོབ་པ་ནི་གསེར་ཏེ།

སྙིགས་པའི་དུས་འདིར། རང་དོན་ཡིད་བྱེད་གཙོ་བའི་དུས་འདིར།

བཅུ་དྲུག་ལང་ཚོ་ཡོལ་ཡང་ད་དུང་ཕྲ་བའི་ལུས་ཀྱིས་རྒྱན་པ།

བཞིན་པགས་དམ་པས་རིས་མེད་མིན་ནའང་།

ཐིག་རིས་རེས་མཚར་ཞིང་སྒྲོལ་བའི་གཏམ་རྒྱུད་ཀྱི་རྣ་ཆ་འོད་སྟོང་འབར་བ་རེ།

 

ད་ཕོ་ལོ་བཞི་བཅུ་བརྒལ་བའི་དུས་འདིར་ཁྱེད་ཕྲད་པ་ནི།

དགའ་ཡང་སྐྱོ་འོས་པ་སྟེ།

ཕྲན་གྱིས་བརྒྱུད་རིམ་རྟེན་འབྱུང་ད་ཤེས་པས།

གྲོགས་དང་། མ་ཤེས་ན་འཕུང་པས།

ཁྱེད་ཀྱི་ད་དུང་འགྲིམ་རྒྱུ་ལྷག་པའི་ལམ་བུ་སྟེང་གི་གེགས་ཤིག་ལས་གཞན་ཅི།

སྐྱོ་བ་ནི། མཐའ་རྒུད་པའི་གཏམ་རྒྱུད་ཀྱི་ཚུགས་ཀ་དེ་རང་ཡིན་མོད།

འོན་ཀྱང་། ངས་དྲན་ལམ་ནས་སུབ་མི་ཐུབ་པ་ནི།

མཚན་འཛིན་དེ་ལས་མཆེད་པ།

ཁྱེད་ཀྱི་མཆོར་སྒེག་གི་འཛུམ་མདངས་དེ་རང་ངོ་།།

Tsanglha is a Tibetan dialect: Take it and learn about its history

My comment on this edition: 

The great thing is that you can still speak Tsanglha dialect so fluently, like your Tibetan and Hindi. And the way you guys live there surrounded by botanical wonders is so organic, and the dishes. I can understand your in-laws can't feel or understand, or see through your eyes, the things there, the changes taken place but there still being the vestiges for you to construct on, to claim who you're. But you can see through their eyes as well that is the wonder in your person. So lovely! Yes, a Bhutanese run-of-the-mill one wondering about how Tsanglha dialect corresponds to Sharchokpa dialect should study about Sharchokpa Bhutanese migration into Tibetan territory, known as Pemakoe, when Tibet was independent, and how we, Tibet and Tibetan, let you dwell there. And now, when we are exiled, political refugees, by the illegal occupation of our country by Red China, how we treat you as ourselves, not like those a few remaining Tibetans in Bhutan by Bhutan. So, by and large, Tsanglha is a Tibetan dialect.

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."

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.