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! 

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My own duty as a Tibetan: What I wrote to TPIE as per their recent decree to the people to sound off their notions and concerns

Subject: Mine is a great worry

Respected Chitues and the executive members, 

I, as an ordinary Tibetan, would like to entreat you to make the needy amendments in the charters of our constitution so as to resurrect our Supreme Justice Commission and make it operational. And do also make a way to the appointment of the rest of kalons rather than sticking on to the same old, backward ways of ours, the same narrow sense of siding and finding a protection in it. Once ruined, like the life of a person, the structure of our administration, it will take a long time ahead to be able to make it fully functional once again. In essence, please listen to and respect the people's earnest appeals, for you are our representatives, our servants, not our commanders. Though I don't have my own specified terms or points as per the charters of the constitution to be amended, I do support the people's appeals that you've rejected as 'nameless'. Please don't do so. Please move forward and be eclectic rather than being that hardy among ourselves. Once cast in an alien lot, like abroad, why can't we be that assertive, pugnacious? Please don't do so, please. Please present yourselves as what you're for us, our representatives who decide our future toward the right, timely opportune, direction for our mutual benefits as Tibetans. Please be what you're supposed to be in the parliament and do the jobs in due form. But, if you think you've your own ways of doing things or setting something right that don't get on with the political policy of our administration in exile, you can do them outside of it, on your own terms and by shouldering the full responsibility on yourself. 

Please keep the house in order, with the etiquette well followed and respect between yourselves, as to show us the right examples. Please reset and finetune your way of thinking and looking toward the world at large. Don't let yourselves get stuck to something like an old duel, when the world is moving forward to embrace the notion of humanity, to encounter the challenges that threaten its existence be it made by ourselves or any. 

When we aren't aware of something collective a measure like 'sewage management' and its process, what do we have to brawl and wrangle for, pit for among ourselves that isn't for nation-building but dismantling what we, by the sublime grace and guidance of HHDL, have rigged up so far as the means of our survival in exile, to fight for our rights. 

Please listen to the unbiased voice of the people, not to those sick maniacs who are active online! I do respectfully entreat for your consideration that's wise, wide-viewed. 

With regards and hopes. 

Norsang 

Trees, smoke: An optical illusion

One drowsy morning, with the sky overcast but showing no signs for a shower of drizzle, I got up earlier than usual, for I had an appointment concerning my search for a 'job', namely to be within the tide of the fray, to present myself as 'doing' something or something more than myself, the norm now. But it turned out to be a 'collective' reunion or meeting, with some eight heads like myself and a presenter or an instructor, who was all set for touting to us what she had been instructed, to let us follow the pattern of how we should present ourselves before a recruiter and so on... Within not more than half an hour, except the pre-rites of setting oneself as stilted and knowing among us and the presenter's own fusses before getting into her business, the reunion happened to be animated with some sort of mutually shared catharsis being taken advantage of marked by issuing strange cries and hissing and slackening into oneself. And at such a point, when I was sort of jaded but receptive so far, I had an optical illusion. Through the wide glass of the window just before me, as it was on the third floor, my tired eyes, always eager to identify a plant or a tree, happened to roam beyond the dancing leaves of acacia trees presenting themselves before me. The topography being a vale with a range of low wooded eminences on its either side, the land undulates here and there creating an abrupt bump before one’s eyes. And in a comparatively far distance within my ken, with a row of planted trees alongside a track, I found something gray or whitish with a wide strip of bright green moving one after another, like a snaking trail of something. And, in no time, I somehow took it for a RER train running on its track to Chessy. So I assured myself that it was. But, as my tired eyes happened to roam a bit to one corner of the view framed by the window, to my surprise, I found a rising shaft of a shiny steel chimney, maybe of a factory of the sort, with a grayish trail of smoke issuing from its top. The languidly undulating trail of it like blown by a zephyr of balanced force, its wavy form and motion kept in a steady horizontal position just at the level of trees heads, my tired eyes, the distance, the noises around me, the chimney edged away to one corner of my view, the resemblance of colors, etc. facilitated in my having such a pleasant optical illusion that was itself so soothing even after its having been debunked by myself. So, rather unsuccessfully, I made an attempt or twice to reconstruct the first illusion.  

Wishing His Holiness the great 14th Dalai Lama a very Happy 88th Birthday

 

"Oh no, it's almost certain that I will die, but what will happen to my fellow Tibetans?" (The majority in Tibet, without even the basic human or individual rights that we take for granted in a free state; the minority in exile, without a doing beacon who does what he or she says or thinks.) 

Can even one of our parents think so for the rest of the family in such a situation, when the vehicle that Science has ventured to make it airborne has begun to rattle and shake and careen wildly? Who is our only one in such a situation? Don't underestimate him, when you think that you're well fed so far in a free state. 

My personal way of wishing His Holiness the great fourteenth Dalai Lama on his 88th Birthday. 

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.