Friday, March 11, 2011

Japan Earthquake: For the victims at large



Fated Planet

Let’s hold the only ledge from crumbling so…!
Lo, the devouring abyss swirls, the cruelty reaches,
The vortex invincibly fated, the snatched lives howl
Amid stranding jerks n deafening splashes whooping.
The bellowing billows conjure up the tricks, gone ever,
The instantaneous theatrical thrills, the tragedy once again—
‘The strongest’ but only for the deeper impressions bereaved.

Let me mouth my sincere prayers choked incoherently moved,
The precipitous swooping tides a distant soul left shuddered,
A forced cry of benediction muted here but does carry on,
The forced-departed souls feel, this sincerity persists.
Yet the blankets of flames like an alien rage inbred,
The water surfaces flaring shown a childish touch.
Let’s hold the only ledge from crumbling so…!

Monday, March 7, 2011

The Things We Should Be Aware Of: So Timely


March 5, 2011.

With Tsondue to Mundgod: Ensure If You Have Some Change before Leaving There

After returning back from the village restaurant, thanks for his lunch on Tibetan New Year, we, as his wish, go to the roadside refreshment café, where many Tibetans go for juice, ice cream, beverage drinks, soda, etc. It’s all about how the Indian guy at the counter, bespectacled with white glasses, in his shabby cotton shirt and trousers behaves when I hand over the Rs.500 note. He turns it over and gives it back saying its bit torn but not missed part isn’t acceptable. As I say it’s okay, he just shakes his head in defiance. I take out the Rs.1000 note, the only I have, and hand it over to him. He looks up at me and says, “You monks produce only such notes, five hundred or thousand. That’s why you monks are said to have a lot of money.” I am bit irritated. I think and try to reason for the recent offerings made at the prayer congregation for Loser as to avoid such sheer misunderstanding. But he is deaf and so swift to defend his exaggerated ground, “No, it isn’t for recent case only but always.” As he counts some hundred notes as return change, I ask him if he has got a five hundred change for my convenience. And here he is more rough proving his jealousy and says, “Oh, I want to give back in Rs.10 change rather than hundred. If you monks bring such note, how we won’t run out of change.” I retreat to answer the incoming call and ask Tsondue to take back the change.

Wanting to give back in Rs.10 change is something I find as his pointless retaliation picking up from learning what I don’t like. See, how poor for him for not being hospitable to a monk customer producing five hundred and thousand note by chance only. How he would believe about the recent such offerings made for the mass monks during the prayer congregation. How he would know almost 95% monk-students are entirely dependent on offerings made at a prayer as the only source of pocket money. How he knows about a monk, a single one, is always poor at being sparing in spending for edible stuffs; they have this much and it isn’t of any use for saving, only if there are very a few such ones. So, in their eyes (those Indians running sort of businesses), monks are found such extravagant. Only if they can come closer to a monk’s life, they would learn the fact gradually. No, they don’t do so and are indifferent to firsthand learning or reporting. They’re just jealous in such misconstrued way.

Now it’s time to be more cautious for not coming out as catching as in that way. Yes, we should know how to deal with them with change. I have found such cases earlier, reacting rather furiously for producing even 100 or 50 note for paying like taxi fare. We should learn how to act to their tunes and tastes by learning about our host local norm.
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A Source of Possible Conflict: Beware!

From the garrulous jeep driver, the Indian guy in his forties, I learn about another disturbing thing but hear him talking so to two of the monk-passengers in jeep, one by him whose Hindi is rather broken as for being from Tibet but the other one at the back of the driver who speaks Hindi fluently as he is from a Himalayan region. As we bump along the damaged road, he seems to be like chasing to find someone of us (Tibetans) to speak with about it, which proves his or jeep wala’s quest for backing from our side to boycott hiring a three wheeled auto rickshaw, their only contenders now. He says there was a gathering among auto wala a few days ago when he was asked to join but he refused. It was for charging up sort of anti-Tibetans sentiment by misinforming that Tibetans hold prejudiced view against local Indians here. He adds there was also about the same on a local Kanada daily and TV news channel. Can it be true? I think it can be so far as of the growing such racial prejudices plus jealousy attracted by our own state of being rather oblivious to the local patterns.

As Drepung has already been restricted by the monastic disciplinarians with the prudent anticipation for not getting embroiled in such further possible conflict like happened once here recently (the two monks beaten and robbed by auto drivers) and many times at Bylakuppe Tibetan settlement, especially the serious one last year with auto wala, he says knowingly, “One from Drepung would always go in jeep taxi not like those of Gaden, who hire auto. See what will happen between them like the case happened at Byalkop. Such will happen only between you (Tibetans) and auto wala, not between us, jeep wala, and auto wala; what they can do for us.”

His remarks on jeep wala with their bordered part to be covered, must be marked after a small conflict, being long friendly ones not like those auto wala seem to be plausible so far on the ground of being so despite lacking the sense of mutual dependency-friendship. But he only tries to draw such and such gaps between Tibetans and auto wala only, not expressing jeep wala’s hold against auto wala but implying it so strongly in every single word he speaks.

Yes, it must be true a group of auto wala approached Drepung Monastic disciplinarian (Gomang as I learned from someone) last year just after the prohibiting announcement had been made at the congregation, but no further comment. It must have been settled peacefully. They must have pointed out about considering for this means of livelihood of theirs, as it’s.

As I study roughly the case of more autos stationed at the Tibetan camp like those four-wheeled mini pickups in a single side by side row (there were almost not less than 10) idling alongside the road at Mundogd can be of being cost effective, cheap and compact.

What we should be highly aware of is about such dire possibility of racial conflict ignited by baseless prejudices against each other. We, especially monks (juniors), should be imbued with more discipline plus local knowledge through guidance by the concerned seniors. Yeah, the case of such discipline, the respect for elders, has been going down so sadly even among the internal loop.

Saturday, March 5, 2011

Happy Tibetan Losar (New Year)--2138!


 
March 5, 2011.

Happy Tibetan New Year! Losar La Tashi Delek, the wish-fulfilling greeting mouthing at high pitch voices can be heard in the early morning accompanied by those disturbing cracker-booms after the last a couple of years of silence expressing solidarity to peaceful protests all over Tibet by Tibetans against the tyranny of Chinese rule (that cost many lives, atrocities, detention, long-term incarceration) and the later mourning for the earthquake disaster at Gyegudo that cost such havoc on many lives and immensely large scale destructions. For me, as of the last a couple of years’ silence, namely not celebrating Losar with the heightened sensibility above this pettiness I don’t feel at ease even this year. But fireworks hadn’t been allowed for many years and this year seems to be much freer—can be the prize for the past a couple of years’ retreat! Yeah, hearing the early morning high pitched greetings and bangs and booms of crackers, the novices’ fun time, draw me aback much early, when as a child how much I had enjoyed having funs with crackers during many Losar times. The reminiscence yields to appreciating their innocent joys and funs. 

Thursday, March 3, 2011

Like Your Every Single Word!






Even a broken stanza--
Non-metric-rhymed--
Serves feel not learn
How it takes n reacts:
A poetic burden sheds.

I like every single word,
An offshoot sincere--artistic or simple.

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Why I Happened to Say So Yet?


Now words trite crippled,
Limping stiff hackneyed--
Do lend me thy tongue,
Let me hath my last lounge
Being able say I do see:
I've now come know thee.



A serendipity caught by me: See how stupid I am only taking so by finding this analogy between  it and this yet drifting entity




Sunday, February 20, 2011

For This Year Mango Yield


Sorry, this picture was taken bit earlier; no such blooms. 
May This Year Prove Better!

It’s now spring time here with those mango trees in the monastic areas, mostly in the debate yards, bloomed with clusters of white grain-sand like flowers and shedding a sort of gum like mucous grease that makes ground sticky with crispy crushing mat of fallen dried flowers when walk over. Are they going to yield better this year? Oh, it is, yet, premature to say so as like many former years with such blooms but without good fruits as of untimely or unruly torrents like an unwelcome ill-fated havoc. Even if I don’t like mango as for its being a bit troublesome for me, I wish it may bear better this year for many others here, who have never got fed up with biting and munching its creamy flesh and scraping its hard shell with busy teeth. Yes, my prayer is also for those Indian mango sellers from nearby villages to have their cane baskets Tokri on their steady heads replenished one after another with piles of ripe fruits and can go selling around the monasteries shouting, “Um Wa La, Um Wa La!”  (Mango seller, mango seller!) Yes, it relates to one of their livelihood means too.

Thursday, February 17, 2011

A Reminiscence of My Childhood Days: Paro Bhutan, My Birth Place




A perfect one for the reminiscence of my childhood, how many times did I cross that classic structure over to the little market from school and vice-versa. Thanks! (Got it from Wangdue’s facebook album. Nyimei Zampa, Paro Bhutan, by which our new home is situated now.)