འུ་ཐུག་གམ་སེམས་དཔའ་ཆེ།

སྐུ་ལུས་མེ་མཆོད་ལ་འབུལ་མཁན་རྒྱལ་གཅེས་དཔའ་བོ་དཔའ་མོ་རྣམས་༼འུ་ཐུག་༽ ནས་འདི་ལྟར་གནང་པ་རེད་ཅེས་པའི་གསུང་འགྲོས་འདིར་གཏན་གཏན་གཟབ་དགོས་པ་མིན་ནམ། ཡང་ན་ཇི་ལྟར་འུ་ཐུག་ག་ཆད་ཚུལ་གསལ་པོ་གསུང་དགོས་རེད་སྙམ། མི་སྒེར་ཞིག་འུ་ཐུག་ཐབས་ཟད་པ་ནི་གཙོ་བོ་སྒེར་དོན་དང་འབྲེལ་བར་གོ་ཆེ་ཞིང་དེ་ཡང་གནས་སྟངས་སྐྱོ་པོ་ཞིག་འདྲེན་ཡོང་། བོད་བསྟན་སྲིད་མི་རིག་གི་དོན་དུ་རང་གི་ཆེས་གཅེས་པའི་ལུས་སྲོག་ལོངས་སྤྱོད་དང་བཅས་པ་འདོར་བའི་ཞི་རྒོལ་ནི་ཚད་མཐོན་པོ་ཞིག་ཡིན་པ་ལས་ག་ཆད་འུ་ཐུག་པ་ཨ་ཡིན་ནམ། བོད་བསྟན་སྲིད་མི་རིག་ཆག་འཇིག་གི་གནས་སྟངས་གཉན་འཕྲང་དེ་ལས་སྐྱོབ་པའི་དོན་སྨིན་ལྡན་པའི་ཐབས་གཞན་བྲལ་ནས་ཡིན་པར་ཟེར་ན། འགྲེལ་བརྗོད་གསལ་པོ་གནང་དགོས་རེད་སྙམ། གཟུ་ལུམ་དུ་འུ་ཐུག་ནས་རེད་ཅེས་བརྗོད་ན་འོས་འཚམ་ཕར་ཞོག་སྣང་མེད་ཚོར་མེད་དུ་མི་སྣང་ངམ། སྤྱིར་མིང་ཚིག་འདིས་གོ་དོན་གང་འདྲེན་དང་། བདག་པས་གཞན་གཅེས་པའི་གནང་ཚུལ་ཞིག་འུ་ཐུག་ནས་གནང་སྲིད་དམ། ངས་འུ་ཐུག་ནས་ཁོའི་ཁར་ཉན་པ་ཡིན་ཞེས་ལབ་ན་གང་འདྲེན་ནམ། འདི་གཞན་གཅེས་པའི་བྱ་སྤྱོད་ཅིག་ཡིན་ནམ། ངས་མིན་པར་གོ  ཡང་༸རྒྱལ་བའི་ནང་ཆོས་ལྟར་ན། རྒྱལ་སྲས་བྱང་ཆུབ་སེམས་དཔས་མི་འཇིགས་པའི་སྦྱིན་པར་འཇུག་སྐབས་འུ་ཐུག་པའི་གནས་སྟངས་ཤིག་ཨ་ཡོད། རེད། སོ་སྐྱེ་ཕལ་བ་ཞིག་གིས་ཀྱང་རང་གི་ཡོད་ཚད་སྤྱི་དོན་དུ་བཏང་ན་འདི་འུ་ཐུག་ནས་ཡིན་ནམ། དེ་སྔ་རྒོལ་ཚུལ་འདི་འཚེ་མེད་ཡིན་མིན་དང་ད་ལྟ་འུ་ཐུག་པ་རེད་ཅེས་བརྗོད་ན། གཏན་གཏན་རྗོད་བྱེད་དམ་རྗོད་ཚུལ་གྱིས་ཕོངས་པ་ལྟ་བུ་ཞིག་མཐོང་གི་འདུག མདོར་ན། གཞན་གཅེས་དང་འབྲེལ་ན་འུ་ཐུག་དང་བྲལ་དགོས་སྙམ་མོ།། 

Pallor: Three Parts

Our Democracy

The theme of question is to outwit,

While the tail of position curling behind,

“What is your plan?” Misty eyes grind—

Indolence self-vindicating—guffawing fit.

The mildewed old sensitivity still reigns

Despite litany of self-praises, our goodness—

The bestowed people’s rights to meekness.

Criticism-Resistance-phobia in form benign.

Our Common Enemy

“How much you could say against yonder?”

The said ambiguous enemy, the tool of time

When just to silence off a voice on a dime—

One aimed inwards or against one’s dearer.

Yes, oh, shouldn’t I ask myself,

“How much it’s intended to hurl there

Rather than mouthing grandiloquence

And, so disgustingly, siding aloof?”

My Fate

Squishy golden autumn leaves matted out before me—

The fallen gold and the hanging gold illumine a sepia splendor,

In which I deceive myself the time is healing, always lovely;

The effect is of the overcast sky and shaded vibes. They glisten.

As so saddening a close friend estranging away

As my own fellow fall narrower; as odd conceit

Keeps us apart as my own odyssey, the one I need,

Numbs me from being able to figure out myself—the oddity, my fate.

Now my own side pops up,

A voice carrying such tender venom,

And wants me to galvanize into gyrating so—

“Learn farming by looking at your neighbor!”

If I do so,

Then how we will look and fall?

Should I do so?

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/