Little Angels

'ལུང་པ་རང་ལ་མེད་ན། གཞན་གྱི་བྲན་གཡོག་ཡིན་ནོ།།' Ringing the lines from the lyric in my ears, I want to say:

Tibetans are enslaved in Tibet. Then why not outside. We should know what we are. The process of great mixture of people through globalization has tarnished its shine. Now as we can see in the West, people are connected more by virtual world than personal interaction through basic understanding of human senses, will and envie. Seen are those sour expressions, now insecurity expressed by taut faces too ready to flip into another twisted form like swerving one's steps on a path dotted with potholes filled with water. Despite being so infectious it is learning after all, but only through self-mirroring. Yes, as a few of so rare experiences, I have come across so lovely smiles emanated from lovely cosmopolitan faces younger than 10. I should say they have healed me so far.

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One of my fellow compatriots here in France, who I met a few days ago after almost a couple of years, has left me sort of trying to figure out how to see through his eyes. He has changed a lot. Now equipped with a smart phone, an iphone, with constant beeps indicating influx of incoming messages on Wechat, he switched between personal interaction with me and dealing with his phone like he was rather semi-consciously hovering betwixt the two. Once poked at his fuss, he nervously behaved like he wasn't paying attention to the other. Knowing him so far, even back in India where he used to be a loner, I had the impression that he might be seeing me as just there, a company who breathed and talked. Once spotted something of his interest on me, he sneered and seemed to be seeing me as a comic figure trying to compose myself in letting appear less lagged behind. Or, as per his own fuss or semi-consciousness, as a drifter, a lost one. It was like our insecurities communicating themselves without our conscious knowledge. That is what we have become aside from the more fussy businesses of searching for, having yet not satisfied with a drudge. Not seeded with a viable learning root, we just let ourselves become alienated from us. But we pose to be interested in our cause as ambiguous as relying on, mouthing in quandary like a child learning to speak for the first time.   

Sikyong: I, not You

Ever heard about such mode of casuistry? It's about sort of collective karma that we like to mouth and lip-hallow. For the ongoing staged campaigns by the five self-declared candidates for Sikyong 2016 and from the footage, thanks for Internet and our mass media portals, I have learned about it. One of the candidates did almost brazenly say that it could be the collective such destiny of the Tibetan for electing him who can be destined to lead us to the same appeased victory. Yeah, it's okay. He can say so or make such ambiguous remark, if he is that thick-skinned. But he didn't stop there. He was too obsessed with self-illusion not to reveal his parochial stand that the other, one of the five, as sort of collective ill-fate, if the majority supports him or if he wins by it. His own self-importance and depicting the other, one from Tibet who had been political prisoner, as down of our collective well-being are too much for me to digest or ignore. Does Free Speech support groundless defamation by cleverly playing with such abstract notion?

WHO AM I?

It costs the ability to maintain a thread of recalling consciousness (is it called mindfulness), especially at the nick of time to do a great job of any from creativity to means of taming inner jumble. It's really a challenging task, not for simpleton. Yes, but there isn't such one as simpleton but self-obedience. The other way is not to give one's ears and eyes to single channel. Hypnosis engenders jingoism and depression. Like overused la paix and love pluralism is at real stake--we are being compelled to conform to a single order, mode, style, taste and even way of thinking. That's horribly disgusting. Shallow individualism to mechanical mode of speaking to digitized brains are the worst victims. I wonder if they can taste pizza as pizza. Clever are those brooders, thinkers who have every back up not to give way to self-destructive pique and chagrin. Yes, poor and free. I can't say happy as that abstract entity hasn't a uniform experience like joke.

Towards My Wonderland

When you feel low, think that this norm of standardized life, namely mechanical, is for those heartless. The forerunners' aphorisms have already tarnished, now just soot of rust. When you feel sort of cast out, think the notion of only-this-life and building it up is like adding further junks to be attached to then. Yes, adding junks isn't like a scavenger's desperate means to do so. The former junks sparkle. That's the magic you're after. I am leaving far, far away to a place infested only with wild sweet potatoes called dhoma in Tibetan.

Boston Tibetan Truthful Public Talk Episode 17: A Case Study

So proud of you Lama Tseta to come out and speak up so for our root-Guru and us all. Your sense of nationalism and unshakable faith in His Holiness the Dalai Lama is highly appreciated.

But for me the whole prospect, through Lama Tseta being within the loop of renegades for nearly 19 years (if since 1997) and the ghoulish doings, speaks of nothing other than the highlighting one note: CPC, the mafia party with the mounting hypochondria of Party's health, has never had a thought for the future of the nation and her people's welfare. I mean for Chinese people, then how possible for us.Take the so conspicuous examples of serious environmental degradation in China (why not in Tibet) to dispossession of her own peoples.

How it has worked and reacted in settling our issue at hand as per Middle Way Policy's such shocking appeasements as to save Tibetans and Tibet? They have never given real ears and thoughts to our genuine readiness and empathy. We can learn it from it. They have instructed the handful of hypnotized renegades (so sadly a few figures of spiritual titles and learning backgrounds) that His Holiness the 14th Dalai Lama is their core enemy to be expunged. That's not a joke. It can be learned by viewing the footage, the hit-list of four to five.

Given the huge sacrifice or concession offered, not as a quid pro quo, then the question is how they treat us and our issue at hand? They think they don't need anything further. They don't care at all about the truth and the will of the people. Telling a white lie is rooted in their culture, and so snooping over and closing in over an individual's life.

The punch line is that is there really a constructive prospect for our still enlivened spirit in settling our issue through dialogue? In settling such issue as per our such huge, huge sacrifice for the urgent cases to be resolved first, the other side, the oppressor, the nations state with such fancy dream to be super power, should at least have one true face. I think so. But they behave like a caprice rather than a nation state with the beacon of justice as the highest authority.

His Holiness the Dalai Lama did publicly declare that he had lost hope in relying on or dealing with Chinese government or leadership. It is many years back. So he has recommended the new, yet desperate, means to approach Chinese people, virtually dumb, coward money-making machines but with some vanity of knowing this and that. It has been carrying on for years.

My voice: isn't it the time to seriously look into our stand and policy towards Chinese government? The money is being pushed into through channel after channel. Can we ever be robust and resilient holding on to the same static stand like there isn't a single means ahead? Can there be more like Lama Tseta even after being in the secret world for 19 years? I think it can be so hard. Who else did so? Why those older Lamas with far wider spiritual learning  backgrounds plus titles couldn't do so? Can we be immune ever?
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More reliable, informative, exhaustive piece:
http://www.reuters.com/investigates/special-report/china-dalailama/

A Streak of Light

Reading Tsering Wangmo Dhompa's A Home in Tibet, Portrait of a Lama, one of the ending chapters, said as the 'maiden' literature work by a Tibetan woman, and doing so with the suspended breaths as to have the utmost effect in being able to reconstruct a glimpse of the notorious Cultural Revolution's pallor marked by intensive adversity, starvation, struggle sessions to re-education sessions, I came to this conclusion despite her surviving oldest relative, the uncle monk's taciturnity to virtually slipping away into yonder thought-world: George Orwell's 1984, published in 1949, could be reckoned now and then through his terse narration over days in terms of telling again and again that the world outside is 'evanescent' despite seemingly well-ordered, the sudden commissioning to excavate trench after Mao's death for an impending unknown enemy to the mode of keeping every head in a reeling mania by secondly galvanizing into a desperate spree that one yields to when in desperation. Then their means of Socialist Transformation was just borrowed one, a copycat's game tested on the mass of Chinese and Tibetan. And the question arises naturally who was the real sinner in the first place to lay out such monstrously cruel examples for torturing human by human—ranging from the sterilization of female reproductive organ to the systematic overpowering mode of racial assimilation in keeping the figure down to down?

Though physical adversity was far worse than in 1984, the effects of psychological electrification bears resemblances going through such inhuman atrocities in subduing an individual's dignity over years on daily basis. For being an ordained one he had gone longer and more intensive sessions and hard labors instead of Collective Farming. But for being an ordained with the firm ground of monastic learning he had survived sane. The silver lining had proven for him, our pride, in coming out so despite being reluctant and seemingly carried away like the still existing effects of the inexplicable tortures.

But my romance with the book is for the love between the mother and her only daughter. Finding of her mother losing a twin back in Tibet came as a jolt to me as my own late mother had lost a twin (sons) in Tibet. Brooding over them was similarly so complex and private. I love the book by which I can see a streak of light arching afar.

Infinity, Illumination, Freedom

Wealth even savages do have;

Valor even animals are endowed with.

Yet so rare in this cyclic realm is

To speak with undoubting veracity.

Thus, for the merit of knowledge

Do pursue and care despite even life;

The one, who doesn’t pursue so,

Is as silly as an animal.

__ Lord Nagarjuna (Healing Drops)