Corona virus or what

Once someone asked me but rather as talking to himself saying he wondered about how he could sketch out a vignette involving a burst of adrenaline, typically anger, conquering every of his being. He was virtually serious. I happened to blurt out the only resource he could count on was his own, namely his being able to observe himself when he was gripped by such a one. And it's so tough, I know, I agree. And someone else beside me, now, says something else, rather a current affair. He says he wonders about the perfidy of digital, internet epoch. He means the veering of international attention, namely recognition, for being so audience-starved now, like from something real, people's future-oriented to something else crafted, a set up, for the future of a dastard regime. He says it's just a snide attempt, a fool's attempt. After much rambling about and tergiversating, he points to Hong Kong Plebeian's Movement to 'corona virus'.

The just imaginary isthmus between us

Like relishing the last dregs of an intoxicating drink but disaffected, I, while braving through a duel with sobering myself up to the gruelling notion of interconnectedness against the stark taken for granted intake of being there independently, wholly, presumed I had had a glimpse of your way of rating me, through your notion of how life should be spent, but so fleeting. 

India: How a Tibetan feels indebted to you in sundry ways

In retrospect, if the greatest quality of a nation-state at large is defined by its respect to a neighbouring or other states' sovereignty, namely its having never ever set foot upon this basic right, and especially by a big nation-state in terms of its territorial domain in diameter, I think it's India, Baharat, Hindustan, the land of Arya, the home of quintessential humane civilisations, my second home for a very long time. Thanks Gyari Dolma La, the former Home Minister of CTA (Central Tibetan Administration) based at Dharamsala, North India, for her recent remark of such during a speech delivered at a concert in Delhi. And as a product of such exhaustive ground of internalised way of dealing with oneself, I am not less affected with my gratefulness for it than my real time but subliminal feel of it in being what I'm marked by how I live in an alien land, in such chaos marked by such need of a recognition, self-interest first. 

Why it takes time to come to an understanding?

I think I got the semantic bearing, so heavy, of this American phrase: Love yourself. It's, as I think, rather the desperate workout of a conscience to be useful no matter whatever situation you're in. And so, it isn't at all about being self-interest-oriented, or in the other word 'selfish'. And so, it's stark different from Helen Keller's finding of 'self-love' as rather lousy, destructive in her own experiences. And it's quite tantamount to Nalanda's tradition of 'loving or putting others as important as oneself or more', the only cause of getting oneself content, to introduce oneself into a genuine feeling of exaltation so far. so intelligible in this earthly, uncertain life, the only and one cause of it that you think wanting so much for yourself.  

Dear America

"Laughter is easier, minute by minute, spilled with prodigality, tipped out a cheerful word." The Great Gatsby

The best remedy of 'depression' is, I think, dear America, to orientate yourself toward being familiar with the fleetingness of every worldly pleasurable experience, and thereby to the dreaminess of every glitter and glamour that we covet for... Namely, to be able to have the guts to observe to the quantum level of anything observable. All you have to be able to do is to be able to see the nature of a bygone such an experience, like of something from yesterday, maybe more shocking as of being so close in proximity... Dear, you're special yourself, for you can see it. And, yes, to be able to try to look at the experience itself when in the middle of something pleasurable or not. 

Tibet: the legacy of the land of snows

Despite our internal strife of any, be it sectarian or regional, that we tend to take rather lightly as in need, for there is no reliable lair for such narrow sense of protection, given the stark realities before our eyes, our position as the stellar model of a civilisation followed by many should be maintained, now scientifically... Then take care of a single word that comes out of your mouth, not to be such of someone parroting, of a charlatan, if not of a dilettante. A single word that weighs can be found by a one with such genius who takes cares of what he says. Are we really holding the same mantle yet?

A Tibetan If You're: Ask Yourself, Dear

For my fellow Tibetans: if you aren't some sort of a thinker, who can spend some time alone on a daily basis but backed by your some grounded learning in 'Nalanda tradition' of logical analysis as His Holiness the Dalai Lama has been laying a lump of emphasis on, then you're as gullible as a troglodyte, an animist of the sort, so forthcoming to be turned into a convert of any dogmas, faiths. Dear, if you're that materialistic, then you're nothing at all at the core. Tibet has lost its physical land and its sovereignty, but it's still independent in its at last 'perception-grounded' cultural values. (Thanks your Holiness the 14th Dalai Lama of Tibet!) If you let go of that by your being a sort of hardy philistine, then you're like a fluffy, susceptible, paper-made figure. If you don't care at all, Lhasa can be turned into Babylon like Bangkok, no matter if Tibet is a sovereign nation.